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Quinn slipped into the bedroom, hearing the shower running and grinned. He quietly stripped off his clothes and moved into the bathroom. He pulled the door shut quietly and stood there for a minute, watching her through the frosted glass. He quietly smiled and moved over, opening the door and stepping into the shower with her, resting his hands on her hips and kissing the back of her neck.

"I thought you might enjoy some company."

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back to rinse the shampoo from her hair, suds slowly gliding down her soft brown skin. She ran her hand over her abdomen and slowly went back up to her neck. She turned to face the running water, letting it fall against her. She heard the glass door open and rolled her neck to the side as the water assaulted her. Feeling his hands upon her hips, she grinned and closed her eyes as he kissed her neck.

"Company? If you plan on chit chatting, no...not really." She smirked and turned in his arms, beads of water rolling down the side of her face and body. She arched a brow at him and tilted her head back again to rinse her hair, her breasts rising as she arched her back.

He reached around her, running his hands through her hair, helping her rinse the shampoo from her hair as he leaned close, pressing his lips to hers. As he broke off the kiss, he grinned.

"Who said anything about chit-chat?"

She grinned and relaxed a bit, feeling his hands in her hair to rinse the rest of the suds. Her body was slick with water and pressed up against him. She lifted her head after he pulled back to speak. Looking into his eyes, she nodded, "Good..." He was already hard for her, she could feel it. Reaching down between them, she wrapped her hand around him and lifted her leg to his side. As she guided him into her body, she arched her back and he drove deeper inside of her. She moaned and smirked as she looked into his eyes.

He felt her reach down and guide him inside her, as she guided him in, he slid his hands down, grabbing her hips and driving deep inside her. He hooked her leg with one arm, bringing it higher as he slammed into her, growling low. His other hand pushed her against the wall of the shower and moved to pin her there.

She growled when he pinned her against the wall and her hand cupped the back of his neck to hold on. "Don't hold back, John." She said as a challenge and knew he was always 'up' for those. And hold back he did not. Her body slid up and down against the shower wall with each thrust he gave her. Her hand slammed against the wall and slid down as she gripped it for balance. He was thrusting into her with such rapid intensity, it got her closer to her breaking point sooner than ever before. She growled low again, crying out obscenities in another language.

He growled at her challenge and increased his intensity. He pushed her leg up, resting it on his shoulder, driving deeper into her, pushing her up the wall as they continued. He looked into her eyes, his passion plain in them as he drove deeply into her. He leaned in, crushing her lips with his own.

Her leg was now resting on his shoulder as she stood on her tip toes with the other. He continued to drive into her, not holding back and she spoke in another language. His lips crashed against hers and she kissed him back briefly before she broke the kiss and turned her head. Exposing her neck instead, she knew kissing him made her feel things she didn't want to feel. She would not admit her feelings for him and give him the satisfaction.

She clenched around him and slammed back down on his shaft from the momentum of bouncing up and down against the wall. She ran her nails outward across his back and smelled the blood, knowing she broke the skin. She growled again and looked into his eyes, nothing but primal need and desire.

He growled into her ear as he felt her nails break his skin. When she turned her head exposing her neck, a wicked thought came to him. He leaned in, scraping his teeth across the skin of her neck, nipping at the tender skin as he continued to slam into her. When she pulled her head back and looked in his eyes, he could see the primal need and a hint of something more.

She tightened around him as she came again and continued to look into his eyes, wondering just what it was that she felt for him. An unknown emotion that she had yet to label, she cared....she cared for him. She was getting used to being around him, letting him 'take care of her' despite her best attempts to remain independent. "John..." She went to speak but stopped, turning her head to the side as she closed her eyes and moved against him.

He felt her clench onto him and grinned, hooking her other leg and lifting her body, pressing her more firmly to the wall as he increased the speed and drove deeper into her. He growled into her ear as he slammed into her, knowing how much the sound affected her. He knew she felt for him as he felt for her and it frustrated him that she would not admit it to herself. He used that frustration now, pouring that into the passion to create something even more primal.

Her free leg was lifted and he drove deeper into him as she was pinned between him and the wall. She clenched around him again and again, enjoying this. Her eyes closed and she moaned again, feeling him move differently. He growled next to her ear and her lip curled back, hearing that drove her mad. He was showing he was in charge and dug her nails into his shoulders as she looked into his eyes, seeing frustration there. It made her wonder what he wasn't saying, but she didn't dwell on it. She moaned again when she released and growled between words. "Meeting....soon." She had to meet with George and she never heard how John and George's meeting went.

Quinn growled into her ears again as he felt himself getting closer to release. He pressed her harder against the wall, driving her up the wall with every thrust. He drove harder and harder into her, letting all the emotions, passions, everything he felt drive him to more intensity. He felt her clenching onto him and that was all he could take. He released her legs, sliding his hands down to grab tightly to her hips and slam himself deep into a few last times as he felt himself release, his eyes shutting as he did. His breathing was ragged by now, but he kept thrusting as long as he was able.

His thrusts got harder, forceful. He grunted and growled and something different had come over him. This was different. She could handle what she was given, but as he drove the last time into her before his own release, she held back a whimper. What had driven him to this level of intensity made her curious as she watched his face contort when he had his own. She felt it and her body reacted, she was sensitive and he kept thrusting. She gasped and bit her lip to hold back a whimper. What the hell had gotten into him?

As he felt her body clench once again around him, his body began to relax. He still held her weight, pinning her to the wall, and began kissing her skin. He began along her shoulders and neck, moving to crush her lips with his own as the water ran over their bodies. He had never felt the kind of intensity they had just shared. Perhaps it was from letting everything he felt pour into it. He felt the difference and wondered if she did as well...

She let her feet hit the bottom of the shower and she looked at him as he relaxed a bit. He began kissing at her neck and then crashed against her lips. She kissed him back for a moment before breaking the kiss and pushing against him. Deciding to leave his unusual intensity alone, she shut the water off after rinsing her body off and cleared her throat. "That was...thank you." She said as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body. She'd never admit that for the first time in a while, she actually felt sore from sex.

He followed her out of the shower, smirking a bit as he saw that she was walking a bit more carefully than normal. He grinned and grabbed a second towel, reaching up laying it across her shoulders. He then began running his fingers through her hair, laying it out across the towel. Once her hair was all there, he carefully folded the towel and patted it, drying her hair. Only then did he pick up a towel and wrap it around himself. He kissed her cheek and whispered, "I love you." and walked past her to go get dressed.

She stood there looking into the mirror as he stepped behind her and dried her hair with another towel. She moved forward and sighed, "I got it..." He got his own towel and passed her through the doorway, stopping briefly to whisper into her ear.

I love you...

She stopped in the doorway as he continued and narrowed her eyes, curling her lip. She shook her head and quickly moved to stand in front of him. Shaking her head, she pushed against his chest in frustration. "No, no you do NOT get to say that, or...or do that...what the hell is your problem John? What was that? You...you..." She growled in frustration, looking up at him and readying herself to fight him.

He smirked when she stepped in front of him, obviously flustered. He listened as she spoke.

"No, no you do NOT get to say that, or...or do that...what the hell is your problem John? What was that? You...you..."

He stepped in close before she could react, silencing her with an aggressive kiss, locking his hands in her hair as he took what he wanted. When he finally stepped back, he grinned at her.

"Sevti, what was said was said. No response is needed or asked for. I am not asking you to say it in return, and in fact do not expect you to say or do anything in response. Now then, you have a meeting to get ready for. My meeting with George went well enough, and I hope yours does as well."

He kissed her cheek and left the room.

She was silenced by an aggressive kiss, a kiss that let her know he was possessing her, showing her that he had her. She went to push him away but didn't, instead she kissed him back and felt his hands in her hair. After a few moments, he stepped back leaving her fuming and flustered.

When he spoke, she listened. She went to speak but was cut off when he just kissed her cheek and left the room, leaving her completely speechless and shocked by their exchange. That was unlike him and...she hated that he kept her guessing. She thought about the three words he spoke and groaned in frustration. He was driving her crazy and as much as she hated, refused and continued to deny it...she might be feeling the same way.

Damn him.