SAM & QUINN: FINDING ENCHANTMENT

CHAPTER ONE~SAM'S TAKE

SETTING: Sam and Quinn's, Breadstix, Mike Chang's house
WHO: Sam and Quinn Evans
WHEN: June 2012

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.

PREFACE: Sam & Quinn: Finding Enchantment is a continuation of Sam's Escape, following Sam and Quinn after their high school graduation. For a detailed history, and if you have a few days, read Sam's Escape. I'll try to provide a little background here in case you don't have that kind of spare time. In my mind, Sam and Quinn are soul mates and have an epic romance. They reunite after the Rumours episode during season 2 of Glee. With Quinn's mom's okay, she opens her home up to the Evans' family (dad Seth, mom Sara, Stevie, and Stacey) to get them out of the motel and back on their feet. Eventually, Sam and Quinn get married, with their parents' consent, on January 1, 2012, not because she's expecting, just because they want to. Quinn's mom remarries a man named Bill Roberts and moves into his home, offering to rent her home to the Evans'. Sam and Quinn move into the finished basement, their 'love nest'. This story picks up right after their high school graduation as they prepare for college and starting a family. They just turned 18, so they're still young, still in love, but have to face the obstacles we all face and sometimes it's not easy; they are in the process of finding enchantment.

I try to write the story as realistic as possible. Sometimes it's sweet, sometimes the characters are pissed off and use horrific language, sometimes (okay, a lot of times) there are very mature adult situations, much like real life. Some of the story uses what is canon on Glee; some of the story is unique. My hope was that Fabrevans would make a comeback in season 3 but it appears that that is not likely to happen, so this is how I would've wanted it to go. In my story, Sam is a sweet, sensitive, caring young man, still a bit of boy; Quinn is the more grounded of the two, unselfish, trying to be a better person, and, with Sam, lets her inner dork shine. ~*~*~*~*~*

Quinn was awakened on June 1st with a happy 5-month anniversary whisper from Sam. She smiled while half asleep, feeling his arm tighten around her for a moment. He had to get up and get ready for work while she could sleep in a bit. She felt him kiss her on the cheek as he crawled over her to go upstairs for breakfast. He worked from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. five days a week at Garrity's Florist, making deliveries around Lima, stocking the shop, learning more about flowers than he ever intended. The ladies who owned the shop loved him. He had worked there since right before their junior prom, bartering to afford an orchid corsage for Quinn that year.

Quinn didn't have to be to work until 11 a.m., and she worked until 7 p.m. five days a week. She worked as a hostess at a small bistro down the street from Garrity's called the Market Street Bistro. They were both working full-time hours over the summer before their first semester of college to try to save money. They spent the summer before their senior year of high school doing the same thing, so they were somewhat prepared for the long days and being apart for many hours at a time.

The main immediate reason they were trying to save money was due to the lack of privacy in their 'love nest'. They thought it would be more private in the finished basement, but the laundry room was located there and they had now been caught almost in the act by Sam's dad just trying to do laundry and Sam's little sister who just followed them down there during their graduation open house when Quinn felt a little frisky (and then Stacey announced to the guests at their open house that 'Sammy was hurting Quinnie naked on the table'). His dad had told them if it happened again they'd probably have to look for an apartment.

The other longer-term reason to save money was due to wanting to start a family. Their parents agreed to let them get married before they were 18 on the condition that they both finish high school and college. They were both taking classes at the Lima campus of Ohio State University in the fall but both were anxious to add a baby to their family. Quinn had stopped taking the pill when they graduated, and they were waiting for things to get back to normal with her so they were using condoms if and when they remembered. They were also trying to figure out how it'd work if she got pregnant, was working full-time, and taking a full load of classes, basically what she'd have to give up for them to bring a baby of their own into the world.

June continued in mostly the same fashion. When they weren't working, they were hanging out with their friends still left in Lima. Mercedes and her cousin had left for Hollywood the very day after graduation. Puck and Lauren had left Lima because Lauren was attending a pro wrestling camp in Cincinnati. They spent a lot of time at Tina's pool. Sam had become fairly good friends with her boyfriend Mike, so the four of them hung out often. Santana and Brittany were still going strong but wrapped up in their own world. Finn and Rachel were expecting their first baby around the Fourth of July so they were taking it easy and getting ready for the baby. Finn was working for Burt Hummel at his tire shop, and he and Rachel were living at her house until they could get out on their own. They had gotten married toward the end of their senior year. Artie and his on-again/off-again girlfriend Betsy had reunited after graduation and were at Tina's swimming a lot too. Kurt was still dating Blaine though he still couldn't decide on staying in Ohio or trying his luck in New York City. Blaine had graduated also and was more inclined to stay in Ohio, although the thought had crossed his mind to go to NYC with Kurt and possibly even legally marry him there.

They did go out to dinner one night with Quinn's friend from work, Oliver. Oliver had inadvertently caused some tension between Sam and Quinn a few months beforehand by sending her text messages that Sam saw and took out of context. As it turned out, Oliver was gay, not out, and Quinn had befriended him without telling Sam. After they resolved that issue and Quinn had told Oliver, he had offered to take them out to dinner to hopefully get to know Sam better. Quinn asked Oliver if he minded if a couple of their friends joined them, Kurt and Blaine. He said the more, the merrier and they found themselves at Breadstix one night in mid June. Oliver had originally asked Quinn to not share his secret with anyone, so she didn't tell Kurt and Blaine. She figured with their combined 'gaydar' they'd be able to figure it out anyway. She also knew she could only help him to a certain point with his issue and then he'd have to talk to other like-minded boys, hence Kurt and Blaine joining them for dinner.

They were seated at a table and Quinn started nibbling on a breadstick.

"These are so good," she mumbled.

"They are dry and gross, Q," Sam said, making a face at her for eating one.

"It's all-you-can-eat, Sam...I could eat these all day!"

"I can't even stomach one of them..."

"What do you think, Oliver?" she asked her friend.

"Um, well, one is okay...then, I tend to agree with Sam...dry and nasty..." he said.

"Told ya so..." Sam mumbled to Quinn, smiling though.

"Hello! Sorry we're late!" Kurt said cheerfully walking up to the round table.

"He couldn't decide on what color slacks to wear...I just said black but, no, we had to go through blue, brown, and khaki first before he finally chose the black ones," Blaine said, sighing and rolling his eyes.

"A gentleman must always look his best..." Kurt responded. "Quinn, you didn't tell me you were bringing a friend."

Kurt extended his hand to Oliver. "I am Kurt Hummel and this is my boyfriend Blaine Anderson. And you are?"

Oliver shook his hand and then Blaine's. "Oliver Mitchell...I work with Quinn at the bistro."

Kurt had a flash of recognition cross his face, remembering Sam and Quinn arguing over someone she worked with a few months ago when they went to Missouri for the national show choir competition. Quinn also saw a look cross Oliver's face when Kurt introduced Blaine as his boyfriend; Oliver blushed a little. It might have been a look of embarrassment? fear? she wasn't sure.

"I love the Market Street Bistro...Kurt and I do not go there enough. He always wants to snack at the Lima Bean," Blaine said, bumping shoulders with Kurt.

"If you'd ask me more often to accompany you to the bistro, I would most certainly go," Kurt said properly.

"So, Oliver, Kurt graduated with me and Quinn and Blaine went to a private school, Dalton Academy," Sam interjected.

"Yes, I met Blaine at Dalton when I attended there briefly during our junior year. Are you in school?" Kurt asked him.

"Yeah, taking classes at Lima Community College for now, hope to transfer to OSU-Lima once I get some pre-req's done," Oliver replied.

"Oh, pre-req's for what?"

"Pre-med..." Oliver said, taking a bite of breadstick.

"Oh! So we are in the midst of a smarty-pants!" Kurt said, giggling. Sometimes he can just be too gay, Sam thought, also now I know Oliver is not only good looking but smart too, at least he's gay and won't be attracted to Quinn.

Oliver laughed. "I've just always been fascinated by biology, chemistry, those kind of things..."

The waitress took their orders. They all ordered the lasagna special going on that night and waited for their salads to arrive. Quinn was on her fifth breadstick; Sam just kept watching her shovel them in.

He leaned in close to her and whispered, "How many of those things are you gonna eat?"

"I don't know, Sam! I'm starving!" she said. Why in the world does he care how many breadsticks I eat? God! she thought.

"I'm just kidding with ya, Q," he said, laughing.

The guys started talking baseball, which bored Quinn to no end. Even Kurt was in on that discussion, throwing out statistics for the Cincinnati Reds and batting averages and homeruns and blah, blah, blah. I wonder why I'm so damn hungry...it's like I keep eating but am still hungry, she thought. Soon Sam is going to be married to a Holstein, for sure.

Their dinners arrived, and Quinn was extremely happy to see that lasagna. Even she was getting sick of the dry breadsticks after eating 7 of them. She noticed that Oliver seemed to be getting along well with Kurt and Blaine.

Over the lasagna, Oliver point-blank asked them, "So, you two are, like, gay?"

Kurt and Blaine looked at one another, trying to hide their smiles. "He's my boyfriend," Kurt said. "So, yes, we're gay. Are you?" Kurt just asked that nonchalantly and then took a bite of lasagna, saying to Blaine this lasagna is delightful! Quinn was thinking she could easily polish off another serving of it.

Oliver was caught off-guard by Kurt's blunt question. Of course, he had just asked them if they were gay so he figured fair was fair.

"Umm, well..." Oliver looked flustered and blushed. I didn't know any other dude could blush like me, Sam thought watching the scene unfold.

"Kurt, how rude," Blaine said, taking the attention away from Oliver.

"I'll try to contain my rudeness, then, Blaine. Oliver, do you like coffee?" Kurt said, sending Blaine a look.

"Yeah sure...I've probably seen you at the Lima Bean at some point," Oliver laughed.

"You should join us then for coffee someday soon..."

"Are you going to finish that?" Quinn asked Sam, motioning toward his last few bites of lasagna.

"Seriously?"

She nodded, her eyes wide. He switched plates with her.

"Thank you so much..." she nearly growled, polishing off the rest of his dinner.

Sam stared at her in amazement. She had been so engrossed in her food (and his) that she didn't even realize that Kurt and Blaine set up a coffee date with Oliver.

The waitress came around to clear plates and Quinn asked for a rockslide brownie explosion. All four boys looked at one another.

Even though he considered it to be in poor taste, Kurt quietly pulled out his phone and sent Sam a text.

Is she pregnant?

Sam's phone buzzed, but Quinn wasn't paying any attention.

Nope Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders at Kurt.

After Quinn finished her dessert, they left and were standing around their vehicles in the parking lot, saying goodbye. It was then that Quinn noticed Oliver would be meeting up with Kurt and Blaine.

"So what works for you, Oliver?" Blaine asked him, swinging Kurt's hand.

"Maybe mornings...Tuesday or Thursday?" he said.

"Cool...let's meet next Tuesday at say 10?"

"Sure...yeah...that'd be great guys. It was nice meeting you...Sam and Quinn have awesome friends," Oliver said.

"And that includes you, right?" Quinn said, nudging him.

"I hope I'm in that category!"

Later, in the love nest, Sam and Quinn were fooling around before bed. He gripped one of her breasts, sucking hard on the nipple.

"Oww Sam! Take it easy there!" she kind of cried out. She's never reacted that way; she likes it when I nip her, well, nipples he thought.

"Sorry Q..." he mumbled, moving away from her breasts altogether. Wonder why she's so damn cranky too?

She worked her hands through his hair and moaned a little and seemed back to her normal self.

He was back to using condoms since she had been off the pill for nearly a month. It wasn't his favorite thing to do, but, like he told her, he'd survive. The OB/GYN had told them it could take 2-3 months to get her body back to a normal cycle or she could pregnant right after stopping the pill. They chose to wait for her to get back to normal instead of trying right away.

He was reaching for a condom just then when he felt her hand on his arm, stopping him from getting to the nightstand.

"You know, Sam, I'm just not feeling very well tonight...maybe tomorrow night?"

Everything in his mind came to a screeching halt. First of all, she pigged out at Breadstix. Then, she was all cranky when he played with her boobs. Now, she wanted to stop right before they got busy? He couldn't remember a time between them where they stopped before having sex, except for the time recently when his little sister caught them getting ready to do it. He walked around with a bad case of blue balls the rest of that day, feeling like they were hanging between his knees and sore.

"Uh, sure. Is everything okay?" he said, rolling off her.

"Yeah...I think I just ate too much tonight...sorry," she said quietly. "Do you want me to use my hand?"

She could feel him next to her in the dark, stroking himself.

"Nah...I can take care of it..."

"I'm sorry, Sam," she said, rolling over so her back was to him.

"S'okay Q..." he mumbled, starting to get sidetracked by his hand on his dick. Almost 6 months into being married before being denied sex...not too bad I guess, he thought.

Shortly thereafter, he came onto his belly, trying to keep his grunting to a minimum. He reached around in the dark for the t-shirt he had tossed off early to clean off his stomach and hand. Jerking off wasn't how he anticipated his night to end, especially after spending a couple hours with Quinn and her gay friends at Breadstix, time he could've spent playing PS3. Now, he was cranky. I'd probably be crankier if I hadn't just beat off, he thought. He curled up to Quinn and fell asleep.

The next morning, it was all explained...her endless eating, sore boobs, mood swings...PMS.

She woke him up, telling him I totally got my period! And all he could think was oh god a whole week without sex.

He had the day off work; she had to go in. Mike called him, asking if he wanted to come over and play some Call of Duty. Sam jumped at the chance; he felt the need to have some 'Sam time'.

"I'm gonna run over to Mike's to play some video games, okay?" he asked her.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I just thought we could hang out until I went to work but that's cool...you guys have fun..." she said, smiling.

"I can stay if you want me to..."

"No, really, it's okay...I'll hang out with Stevie and Stacey, maybe go to the park," she said. She didn't have to be to work until 4 that day and the park sounded nice.

"You sure?" he asked, watching for any sign that she was bluffing.

"I'm sure...you two have fun and I'll see ya later tonight," she said, still smiling.

"Okay, thanks Q...I love you..." He hugged her and kissed her before grabbing his helmet and heading over to Mike's.

Quinn did take Stevie and Stacey to the park that day and talked to his mom a little before work. She put in her 3 hours at the bistro, expecting him to be home when she returned a little after 7 but he was still out. That's cool, I could use a little Q time, she thought and drew a bath for herself.

He spent the day at Mike's in a haze of video games, then spent some time at Tina's pool, then back to Mike's for more video games. His brain felt fried after 12 hours of playing COD. Then, Mike started asking him questions: what's it like to be married? are you and Q happy? sex all the time?

Sam was throwing out one-word answers and sometimes just grunts when all of a sudden he wondered why Mike was asking those kind of questions. He asked Mike what's with all the questions dude.

"You know, me and Tina, we've just been getting closer and I gave her that promise ring...I think she wants something more," Mike said.

"It's great being married, yeah we're happy, sex all the time doesn't happen..." Sam said, thinking. If I was so happy would I be sitting at Mike's house the whole damn day playing COD?

"So, you think you're gonna propose to her?" Sam asked Mike, thinking of Quinn.

"I dunno…maybe. Is it weird living with a girl?" Mike asked him.

"Not really…it's like living with your best friend…" Sam said.

"Like, does she burp and fart and stuff?"

Sam looked at him, laughing. "Uh, she's human…so you figure it out…" He knew Quinn would kill him if she found out he talked about her farting to Mike.

"It's really awesome to come home and have dinner with her and talk about our days. We don't talk, like, constantly, but it's nice to have someone you know real well and trust to bounce ideas off of. Like, if I see some super rad bug at the flower shop I know I have someone to go home to and tell about it. It's fun to have someone to surprise and see their face light up and know you did it. It's great to have someone to bitch to about crazy shit and they totally agree with you and always take your side. You always have a date to anything, like a partner all the time. We're like a team. I love sleeping with her at night, just sleeping next to her, feeling her breathe next to me. And yeah, the sex is good…I was just bullshittin' ya…it just doesn't happen all the time…you know, someone might not be feelin' up to it or…"

He stopped talking then and let that sink in.

He finally admitted to himself that he was somewhat miffed about Quinn turning down sex the night before. First of all, dumbass, she really wasn't feeling well; second of all, dumbass, she apologized and tried to make it up to you; third, dumbass, she let you go hang out at your friend's house all day with a fucking smile...grow the fuck up dumbass! Your marriage isn't all about sex so suck it up and get home to her, he thought to himself. He suddenly felt pretty bad about staying away from home the whole day, especially since she had mentioned wanting to spend the day with him before work. He dropped his controller and stood up, saying he needed to get home to Quinn.

"Dude! We're in the middle of an epic freakin' battle!" Mike said.

"Sorry, man, I've got something more important to take care of..." He picked up his helmet and went home.

He found her soaking in a tubful of bubbles, eyes closed with a washcloth across her forehead. He knelt down beside the tub, watching her breathe softly.

"Hey Q..." he said, quietly. "Need any help in here?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at seeing him eye to eye with her. "Hi Samuel, sure, you can do my back if you don't mind." She handed him the sponge and leaned forward, drawing her knees up to her chin.

"Did you have fun at Mike's today?"

"You know, the usual crap...went to Tina's to swim a little...how was your night?" he asked her.

"Fine, busy. I took the littles to the park today; we had a lot of fun. We missed you, though," she said, still smiling at him.

That's what got to him and made him begin to cry in front of her. He dropped the sponge and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Quinn...I've been a jerk..." he choked out.

She literally had no idea why he was so upset or why he thought he had been a jerk.

"Sam...it's okay...I don't even know what you're talking about..."

"Just last night and today…I've been kinda…pissed off…" he said quietly, sniffing, trying to get the tears off his face.

"Did I do something? I'm not following," she said. She stood up and used the shower to spray off bubbles and then pulled her towel off the rack to dry off.

He didn't reply, just helped her out of the tub and took the towel to soak up the beads of water on her skin.

"I'll meet ya out in our room…I've got...stuff…to mess with in here," she said, pecking him on the cheek.

I am the biggest asshole I know, he thought, walking into their living room. She deals with…whatever happens on her period…and I'm a whiny baby 'cause I'm not gettin' laid.

She came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and shorts and sat down next to him on the couch.

"So, what's up? I don't think you've been a jerk…" she said.

He took her hands. "It's what I've been thinking…"

"C'mon Sam, you're freaking me out…what's going on?" she said, starting to feel worried.

"Last night, when you, like, turned me down or whatever…you just have never done that before…"

"So that made you mad?" she asked, really confused.

"I didn't know you had PMS or whatever…just you were cranky and bitched at me about your boobs and then stopped right before we got started…it just, like…" he sputtered out, not sure what he wanted to say.

"Frustrated you? I said I was sorry…" she said, feeling bad about herself hearing his confession.

"Then today, I just needed some 'me time', just to figure it out…that's why I stayed away so long…"

She sat there without saying anything for awhile and he didn't say anything else.

Then, she asked, "So, why'd you come home then? If you're so mad at me, why didn't you just stay gone?" She didn't even look at him when she asked him that.

He couldn't really tell her how he was telling Mike Chang how great married life was because then she'd want to know why Mike was asking him those kind of questions and she'd put 2 and 2 together and run and tell Tina. However, that was what made him think about his life married to her and rush home.

"I can't stay gone from you, Quinn. I came home to apologize…" he said, quietly, trying to hug her but she pushed him away.

"But why? What changed your mind?"

He sighed. "I was telling Mike how great married life is…I was being a baby about you turning me down last night. I know you didn't know it was PMS and then when you told me you started all I could think of was another whole week without sex and I guess I was being, like…selfish, I guess."

She nodded slowly, watching him.

"I said I was sorry…I guess for being a girl…I thought we both wanted that when we decided I'd stop the pill. You knew this was going to happen. What's sad is all I could think about today was you. Sounds like you were thinking the same thing."

She got up and went to their bed, really not wanting to deal with him anymore. He didn't follow her. He flipped on the TV. He definitely didn't want to play anymore video games. He heard her muffled cries so he went to her.

He curled up next to her on the bed.

"Don't apologize to me, Q…you didn't do anything to be sorry for. It's all me…please forgive me…" he whispered behind me.

"Why'd you tell me? You could've just kept it a secret forever," she asked him, sniffing.

"I can't keep stuff from you. I was telling Mike all the cool things about being married and it made me feel freakin' awful for thinking the things I did last night and this morning…"

"What did you tell Mike that was so great about being married to me?"

"How it's like living with your best friend, how I love to have supper with you and talk about our days, how there's always someone to talk to or tell really cool stuff to, there's always someone to bitch to about stupid crap and they always take your side, how we're a team, how I love to sleep next to you and feel you breathe…" He left out the part about sex.

She flipped over to face him.

"Sam, all I wanna do is please you and when I'm unable to it makes me feel like I'm not being a good wife…that's why I said I was sorry last night. I guess I should thank you for telling me what you told me tonight and being honest with me…I just wish you didn't feel so bad…"

Hearing her say she didn't think she was being a good wife hurt him.

"God Q, you have been the best wife…I was the one being a lousy husband…"

She kissed him softly and slowly. "I want to put this behind us, okay? You're forgiven…" She just didn't have the energy to argue with him. She was so tired she didn't even ask him why Mike was bugging him about marriage.

Feeling her lips on his was surreal. Earlier, talking to her when she pushed him away, he was fairly sure he'd never put his lips on her ever again.

"Can I hold you tonight?" he asked quietly.

She nodded and whispered yes.

He got up to turn the TV off and stripped down to his boxers. He got back into bed with Quinn, facing her and pulling her to him. He thought of how he told Mike how he loved to sleep next to Quinn and feel her breathe. She fell asleep that night in his arms and he lay awake for quite awhile, feeling her breathe and thanking his lucky stars she had forgiven him. That was the first and last time during their married life that he ever took sex for granted between them. A week later, it was forgotten when she came to him while he was playing PS3, took his hand, and led him to the bed.

The month of June ended with them going to the bookstore on the OSU-Lima campus to buy their books for their fall classes. They debated on just buying one text for the classes they shared together and when they saw how much one textbook cost they decided that that was a damn good idea. They bought one English text and two workbooks; one math text and two workbooks; one political science textbook; and the two sets of the welcome to college stuff. Sam bought his Intro to Business text, and Quinn bought her career guidance info. Total cost: $454. They were pretty shell-shocked by that and they were even sharing texts in three classes.

"I'm glad we got those taken care of before our trip to Tennessee," he said. They were going to Tennessee to visit his relatives for a week in early August, along with his mom, dad, and siblings.

"I can't wait til our trip…to see where you grew up…get to know your family a little better," she said.

"You might divorce me after getting to know them better," he laughed.

"Never, silly!" she said, laughing with him.

He lugged all their college texts and workbooks down to the love nest.

"I'm going to consider that my workout for today," he said, huffing and puffing.

She was already sitting on the couch on the laptop. "Too bad they can't all be on the computer."

He put the books down on the table and went to lie down on the bed. He was lying on his belly and told Quinn he thought he pulled something in his shoulder. She came to the bedside to check on him.

"Do you think you could massage it? That might loosen up that muscle a little," he said.

"Sure…I'll get some lotion…" She found some baby lotion in the bathroom and returned to Sam. He had taken off his t-shirt and was lying there in his shorts.

She straddled his butt, thinking I never get a good look at his little ass…I ought to today.

"Which shoulder?" she asked him, rubbing his back for him.

"The right one…the one I dislocated," he mumbled, mesmerized by the way her hands felt on his back. She squirted some lotion on him, and he squirmed a bit from the coolness of it.

"Tell me if it hurts…" she whispered, moving her hands to his right shoulder, kneading and pressing him there.

He moaned. "Noooo….feels awesome…"

She let her hands explore his back, rubbing and massaging and kneading his muscles, working her way down to his shorts. She quickly removed her t-shirt and bra and leaned down over his back, pressing her breasts against him.

"Can we take off your shorts?"

"Mmhmm…" He reached down to his shorts as she lifted up off him and he pushed the shorts and his boxers down, adjusting his dick underneath him.

She squirted more lotion into her palm and began working it onto his butt cheeks in a circular pattern. She had never paid much attention to his ass, except when she might have her hands on it to push him into her faster, faster. Now, she was taking her time, pressing her palms into him, letting her fingers drop down to his scrotum, dancing over him softly there.

"Oh Quinn…" he mumbled, lifting his hips and working his hand underneath him. "I'm gonna have to flip over…" She pushed up on her knees and let him roll onto his back, erection up against his stomach.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, eliciting a gasp from Sam as he leaned up on his elbows to watch her.

It'd been awhile since the last blowjob; he couldn't concentrate enough to remember when, definitely while they were still in school. He could control himself better now but still the feeling of her mouth and tongue working him was something he could never get used to.

This isn't gonna take long, he thought, moving his hips a little into her mouth. He'd feel her moan on him and would bite his lip trying to hold his orgasm off. She was moving faster on him, trying to get more in her mouth. He was moaning his warning to her when she took her mouth away and left him gasping…he had been so close. She moved to his balls and sucked on them, glancing up at him occasionally. She started again at the base of his cock, licking up to the head and then engulfing his head into her mouth. He couldn't help it then and pushed into her abruptly, feeling his head bump the roof of her mouth, then her tongue, and suddenly he was spilling into her, unable to give her any warning, just coming into her mouth. She was moaning on him again and it was the most intense feeling, the vibration moving to all points of his body. She moved away from his dick slowly, and a string of come still attached to him was at her lips. He had to close his eyes, the sight of that thrilled him so much. She was slowly massaging his dick with her hand, expressing all the jizz to the tip of his cock and then she'd lick him there.

He opened his eyes again and found her staring at him, a look in her eyes that told him she needed a release too. He slowly turned them over so that he was hovering over her. He leaned down to kiss her, tasting himself in her mouth. He began working her shorts off, then her panties. This part of their lovemaking always fascinated her, as he undressed her and she exposed herself to him. He always had a look on his face like it was the first time he was seeing her nude, like he was intrigued by what he had found. Then, instead of being a boy ogling her, he was a man fulfilling her needs. Over time, he had perfected his skills in that region, much like she had with him, using his tongue and lips and fingers to tease her and then make her erupt in orgasmic pleasure from every fiber of her being.

Sometimes, afterward, he'd push into her, hard and ready to go again. Sometimes, he'd kiss her, letting her taste herself on him. Sometimes, it was just an embrace and sleep. Always, though, after making love, he'd let her know he loved her in some fashion, whether he whispered it to her, kissed her, held her hand, wrapped himself around her, moved her sweaty hair away from her face, even just gazed at her. He didn't necessarily have to say it out loud; she always felt it in his actions. She sometimes wondered if it was right that two people could pleasure each other to such a degree; sometimes it almost seemed too perfect, too powerful, between them, when they came together as lovers.

That night was one of those nights where he was highly turned on and was ready for round #2. He was reaching for a condom but she told him no, not tonight, just me and you...he looked at her and slowly moved back over her, kissing her, working his hands under her shoulders so they could be close. She felt him rubbing against her and then found her entrance and slowly penetrated her.

"God Q...you're so fuckin' tight..." he moaned, moving his hips slowly. He sunk his length into her fully and slowly pulled back out, biting his lip at the feeling of his cock moving in her, her wet heat enveloping him. He knew if he increased his movement the friction would send him over the edge but he needed it so badly; it was hard to slow his hips down. He hadn't learned how to control that yet. All he knew was he wanted to move and move and move and unload himself into her. He didn't want his semen all over her belly or the sheets or in a condom; he wanted it in her, he needed it to be in her. That particular desire had never really been there before. The goal had always been to let it go in a condom or let the pill protect them. Once they got married and decided they wanted a baby, sooner rather than later, and she stopped the pill, the goal again was to use condoms until they felt ready to start trying. That night, though, when she nixed the condom, the urge had hit him hard...he wanted to make her pregnant. He knew the consequences and was ready to accept them by using no protection. He was ready to give her the baby they wanted.

He heard her whisper-moaning under him, her hands moved to his hips to hold him in position against her.

"Mmmm...I'm coming Sam..." she mumbled against his shoulder. He felt her legs trembling next to him and the contraction around his penis. He exploded into her then, pushing as deeply as he could and holding still a moment before moving in and out again.

"God Quinn...god that was so good..." he said quietly, panting, as he kissed her. He still had some lingering guilt about what had happened a couple weeks previously when he had confessed to her how he felt when they didn't have sex like he expected them to and maybe was trying to compensate by being a very attentive lover now. She had not mentioned it again; she said she wouldn't, but it still played on his mind how immature that had made him feel and how he felt he disrespected her. In subtle ways, he was still trying to make it up to her.

"It was excellent Sam..." she replied, smiling.

He enjoyed staying close to her after it was done until he was soft and naturally just wasn't in her anymore, feeling the heat and sweat from their bodies mixing together, feeling their hearts beat together, their shallow breathing return to normal. It was an extremely intimate time between them and sometimes he felt it was just needed. He could move off her and lie next to her but it wasn't the same as sharing the immediate postcoital space between them.

"Do you think it will happen tonight?" he asked her. He knew she could read his mind.

"I guess we'll know in a couple weeks," she answered, still smiling.

He lay down beside her on his back and reached for her hand. "I think it'd be awesome if it happened tonight, Q."

She smiled in the darkness. "Me too Sam..."