Title from the Alex Clare song. Thanks to tumblr user halfabagoffritos for her invaluable assistance.

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well you're a hot mess and i'm falling for you
and i'm like hot damn, let me make you my boo
'cause you can shake it shake it shake it
yeah you know what to do
you're a hot mess, i'm loving it, hell yes

-cobra starship

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It's the first time all week that both of her parents have been out of the house, and that's why she slams Quinn against the front door as soon as they close it behind them.

Her back hits the wood with a dull thump and Quinn lets out a sound that's half-grunt, half-growl, and now Spencer's insides are already tense with need. She presses her mouth tightly against Quinn's, grabbing each of her wrists and pressing them against the door on either side of Quinn's head.

"There's really no need," Quinn murmurs, then shoves Spencer away, reverses their positions, and bites her neck hard, "To be so violent."

Spencer laughs and slips her hands into Quinn's back pockets, pulling her closer and then moaning when Quinn's leg sneaks between her own. "What's that saying about the pot and the kettle?"

Quinn nips her ear. "That they should relocate to a bed before they do any permanent damage to this door?"

Spencer sucks on Quinn's bottom lip as she starts to undo the girl's jeans. "Sounds about right." She hooks two fingers around her belt loop and pulls her up the stairs, not letting go until they get to her room. "Take these off," she says, giving the jeans a quick tug, then goes to her iPod in its speaker dock and hits play. By the time she turns around again Quinn's pants are long gone and she's sauntering toward Spencer.

Quinn grips the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulls it gracefully up and over her head, and Spencer's mouth goes completely dry at the sight.

She wraps her arm around Quinn's lower back and leads her to the bed, tasting her way from Quinn's belly button to her mouth as she crawls up Quinn's body. She's so lost in the feeling of finally being on top of this girl again that she completely forgets she still has all her clothes on, but Quinn takes the liberty of yanking her shirt off for her and she manages to slip out of her jeans shortly after.

Spencer is reaching behind Quinn to unhook her bra when Quinn stops.

"What the hell is your iPod playing?"

"Mood music."

Quinn props herself up on her elbows. "You know I love acoustic hipster bands just as much as you do…"

"But?"

"Baby, there is nothing sexy about Bon Iver."

Spencer rolls her eyes. "What would you prefer?"

Quinn smirks, slipping her hand into Spencer's underwear and pressing hard against her clit.

"Mmfuck," bursts from Spencer's throat and she bites down on Quinn's shoulder.

"That."

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Part II and Part III should be up later this week.