Las Vegas - Hotel Room
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| Quintin Bruning | Mikayla Kadestra |
The game was close, leading up to the final minutes. The team did win, though, which made for a very exciting game. He was not scouted at the end of the game, and wasn't even listed as player of the game. That's the way that Quin likes it. Just another member of the team, ready to help out when need be. He does look very good while doing it, though.
After the game the team took to celebrating with dinner and drinks. Thankfully they went no farther than their own hotel to find such things. Those who brought their significant others had them at the meal; others were scouting for some to latch on to. The werewolf certainly brought Mikayla, hoping that she would enjoy some celebration.
Apparently he allowed himself to enjoy it a little too much. He's not drunk but he's full and content and running off of a lot of emotions. And beer. Beer helps a lot.
The whole celebration allowed for him to forget the mix-up at the desk, and his desire to sleep on the couch in their room. The football player returns to his room with a bottle of champagne. He or they may not even open it yet but it can be used eventually.
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It is very safe to say that Mikayla has never seen the boy so loose and forgetting how intense he's kept himself being. There was a lot of fun to be had at the meal and at the little celebration afterward. She flirted with quite a few of the single guys. Every time one tried to proposition her she just laughed and looped her arm around Quintin's.
Not that she wasn't interested. There are quite a few hot guys on the team. She's not here with them though. She's here with the werewolf. Which is where she's staying.
When he's tipsy and content to head upstairs Kay goes with him. There's a bit of laughing, and some randy comments made from the teammates. All of which she takes in stride. Blowing a kiss to the single guys she winks. "Better luck next time, boys."
It's late when they get up to the room. Going on three in the morning. Kay's hardly tired. She's wired. Carefully not as tipsy as the rest got. Only because she's around those that she doesn't know or trust beyond Quintin.
"Are you tired, sufletel?"
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"What does sufletel mean?" He's been meaning to ask her that and never has gotten around to it before. Now seems as good a time as any as he places the champagne on ice. There are two glasses nearby but he doesn't immediately reach for them. He's already let himself celebrate far more than he intended and he has sleep to consider.
With that in proper place Quin turns to his 'date'. "I don't know. Yes and no. Restless I think." Despite being tipsy he's fairly well reserved at this point, or at the very least is trying to hold himself together. "It's rather late, but the time difference seems to be messing with me."
His smile turns to a grin as he changes the topic. "I'm pretty sure you have at least half a dozen men looking for your company. You don't have to stay with boring me if you don't want to, even if I can't promise I won't beat them up later."
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"My dear." Mikayla hasn't been trying to hide that from him. She often forgets that not everyone has the same linguistics skills that she's picked up. Her two mains are English and Romanian but she knows enough of a few others to get by passably.
"I would take you out to the desert to run. But not when you've had so much to drink." The wolf would take over then. He might regret the wolf senses taking over come morning. "That is because you are meant to party late and sleep late in Vegas."
Kay wanders toward him and laughs. "Let them keep looking. I enjoy your company. I do not find you boring at all."
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He's waiting for the rest of the statement. As in, Simply My Dear I don't Give A Damn. But it never comes. That's when he realizes what it means. His cheeks are already touched by the slightest shade of pink due to the drinks so it does not change, but it would if he were sober. He's not used to such nicknames.
The football player nods in tune to what she says. "Tomorrow night. I promise." Quin means that, too. It takes a moment for what she says to register. He stares at her, not really sure how to respond. "I won't do that to you. I'll never do that to you." He's assuming that she means something horrible.
"They're all players, and not just for football." He's not saying this out of malice, but more because he's drunk. "Though I'm sure I'll be asked about just what is going on up here. I hope you don't mind, but I'm just going to say nothing. Let them come up with their own events."
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"Quintin, I don't think you'd do anything to me I didn't want you to." Mikayla also thinks that she'd be a match for him if he did try to. Mostly because she's learned to embrace what she is. More than that, he seems entirely too pure to ever hurt someone.
"You are a wolf. Alcohol affects that part of us very differently." It would be like pouring a bottle of beer in a dog's water dish. It screws with their synapses.
"I did get that impression. I will flirt. I am not a slut for their pleasure."
Another step is taken toward him. A smile upon her lips. "You can tell them whatever you like."
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Didn't want him to. He catches that bit and watches her. This falls into the category of not knowing women enough to know what to make of things. He has no idea how to act, or react. "I normally don't drink. Just one beer at a time, when I do." Because of what he is Quin's been careful in the past not to overindulge. This time just felt different, like he really should celebrate their win.
"None of them better thing that way about you." He's almost offended for her and none of his mates are even around. "Or I /will/ give them something to think about."
He's almost left stunned by her words. He reaches out to her to touch her cheek. "I don't talk about things as is, so if I started making up too much they'd know I was lying." He moves away from her, choosing to sit on the end of the bed. "Oh, I forgot. This is for you." He then stands to go to the couch.
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"You normally don't do a lot of things I think." Mikayla offers him a smile and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "I think that when you don't worry about what you normally do and don't do you relax. It is nice to see you relax."
Laughing, she gives him a small shove. "I like that you defend my honor too. Even if they think that it does nothing to hurt me, sufletel."
Eyes close as he touches her cheek. "Then tell them nothing. I do not care." A small shove to his shoulders is given and she shakes her head. "You had a long game. A long night. You take the bed."
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The first small shove he sees coming and smirks about. The second one catches him off guard. He allowed it to send him falling onto the bed. It's a good thing that he no longer has anything in his hands. "Relaxation isn't exactly something I'm used to, either." It does feel good when he can relax, though.
"I'll defend your honor always." He's almost trying to pass that off as a joke but they likely both know how serious his words can be. The wolf pats the bed next to him, inviting his 'date' over.
Quin suddenly laughs. "Am I really that uptight?" He is less so around her but still knows how he can be. "I have to say, you actually make me feel relaxed. I never have to worry about explaining those small ticks that people don't ever seem to understand. And it just feels nice to have you around."
"Thank you for coming with me."
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Mikayla knows that he allows himself to fall back. She didn't shove him that hard. "You should relax more."
Dropping to the bed beside him she rolls onto her side. Propping herself on her elbow, she rests her head in her hand. "You are not uptight. I think you simply do not allow yourself to relax." A hand tickles over his chest and she smiles at him. "You are most welcome. I'm having fun."
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It's a good thing that she doesn't shy away from joining him. Why would she? He's not certain. He knows what he wants, he thinks, but there's always that unknown factor. What does she want? Is he honestly certain about what he wants? In another life he must have been a female.
"Isn't that the same thing?" It causes him to chuckle. "You sound like my roommate." In some ways. Chance certainly isn't going to tell him how to live life while lying on his bed. "Well, no. He normally nags me more. You happen to pitch it in a way that I like hearing."
Her voice, her smile, it's all comfortable to him. That's what makes it all so confusing for him. He doesn't shy away from her touch this time. "I'm glad you're having fun. I'm having fun. I didn't think I would before you agreed to come."
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"No. You don't walk around with a stick up your ass. You just hold back the side of you that wants to have fun." Mikayla walks her fingers up over his chest until she reaches his sides. Gently tickling him, she laughs. "Wolves are serious creatures. They can also be playful. You have been denying that part of you I think." She doesn't really know him that well. She's met him twice and agreed to come to Vegas with him. From what she has seen he denies a lot to himself.
"You would have had fun. Your teammates would have taken you to a burlesque show or a strip club."
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He's about to speak when she mentions where his mates might have taken him. This time there is more pink to his cheeks and he lays back completely. He's not rigid but he's completely embarrassed. "Now that would never happen." And he means it. "I know that those women live the lives they want, but I can't be a part of it. If I'm going to see a half naked woman, it's going to be private. Her idea. And not for money."
One of his hands stray, moving over to reach for the arm that props up her head. Fingers trace up and down it softly, almost as if he isn't thinking. "Yeah, well, I'm relaxed now." He is for the most part, so long as he doesn't have to think about strippers. "I think I was the last time we hung out, too. So maybe it's just you."
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"Burlesque is not so bad. Vegas has a lot of dancers that are not strippers. You shouldn't miss out on it." Mikayla can see his embarrassment. She nearly offers to dance for him so that he's not missing out. She's not going there though. His openness with her is different. Not that he's been closed off when they talk. It's just a good indication that he is relaxed.
"That is good. It might be me. It might be that you just don't have to worry about being completely who you are with me."
Glancing down at his fingers she grins. That is also a first. His touching her before she's pushed him to do it.
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If she were to point out his actions to him he might just roll over and die. Not literally, but pretty close. He seems to be more comfortable when the little triumphs aren't really pointed out to him. "Maybe. Though I'm pretty sure if my mates were taking me, they'd take me to someplace that isn't that upscale." They'd likely try to buy him a lap dance and possibly something else to go with it.
"There is that." He does suspect that it's a big point to him, but he doesn't just go to Vegas with any and every female werewolf he meets. "Though I'm not sold on that idea." Not yet.
The playing at her arm stops so that he can sit up and look at her. "You know I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch, right?" It's a sudden change of conversation but he doesn't mind so much.
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"I know you won't." Mikayla doesn't mind the change to the conversation. Nor does she mind the fact that he's talking about sharing a bed. She's rather happy that she remembered to pack pajamas so it will make things less awkward for him.
"I don't mind sharing. The bed is rather large. Plenty of room for two." More than enough thanks to the screw up at the desk. "Though if you're tired you should change first. Unless you want me to take your clothes off for you."
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He was talking about him moving over to the couch no matter what she says. Somehow Quintin figures she has the wrong idea. He ponders this as he watches her and listens to her reasoning. In some ways this could be as good as marriage in his mind. Then again, if he considers it the simple lodging of two friends he can almost justify it without getting too upset.
Shiv will likely hear a whole bunch when he gets back. Eventually.
"I need to get up anyway." This much is true. "If I want to keep with the cream applications." The werewolf reaches out again, this time just to touch lightly at her chin. "I think I can manage that much anyway." As much as he'd much rather continue to stay in bed, especially with her so close, he does force himself to stand. The shirt comes off, but only the shirt. "Unless you're offering." It's a joke, really. He can be relaxed!
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"You stay put."
Mikayla stares at him as he removes his shirt. It's the first time he's done it while she was watching. "Relax. I will get the cream for you. I know where it is." She saw it earlier on the counter in the bathroom.
"I will help you with it. Then you can sleep if you want to."
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His immediate response is to salute, and he does just that. It lasts fragments of a second before he's standing rather loose and comfortable. "As you wish." Far be it for Quin to argue with a lady.
So the werewolf does just that; he stays put. In fact, after the salute, he doesn't move a muscle. Were he a little less inebriated he might just think about how horribly inappropriate this is. He didn't ask her out here for her to be his cream slave or anything. As it stands, he's not going to argue with her touch.
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Mikayla is actually gone a little longer than just retrieving the cream. She takes the time to change into her silk cami and boy shorts. She doesn't forget the cream though. It's in her hand when she returns to the room. Smiling at him, she sets it on the dresser beside the bucket of ice.
"You brought this bottle all the way up here from the bar. Did you want to have a drink before you sleep?"
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It does seem to take her a bit of time but he isn't going to comment on it. She's doing him a favor and honestly he's in no hurry. They'll have plenty of time to sleep when the time comes. What happens when she does reappear, though, is that Quin feels as if he needs to pick his jaw up off of the floor. Externally his expression doesn't change, other than the flicker of his eyes. Of course he approves of what he sees, but he's trying hard not to suggest a robe for her. For her comfort, of course.
"I did, didn't I?" It takes a moment for him to find his voice. "I don't even know why. I could chill it overnight. I just didn't want to let myself go too much and have you take advantage of me." Yes, he's joking about this. "But I don't see where a glass could hurt."
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"If you chill it overnight the ice will melt and make a mess." Mikayla is teasing him now. She knows that they wouldn't have to clean up the mess of melted ice. Maid service takes care of these things when they're out and about during the day. "A glass it is then."
Twisting the wire a little too quickly, Kay watches the cork pop off against the ceiling with a loud noise. Laughing at it she quickly swings the bottle over the two glasses and fills them up. Carrying them to the bed she sets one on each night table.
"Lay down. I will get the cream."
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There's something breathtaking about watching her pop the cork. It's such a silly little action but she's having fun and they're celebrating. It's good to have some time to just unwind and forget about the pressers of the world. It could be said that he worries far too much as it is but he chooses to ignore that fact.
"As you wish." It may be something he says too often, but he feels it is warranted sometimes. He moves swiftly, as one of their kind might, and before long is on the bed. His shirt remains on the floor. They can worry about that in the morning.
"I'm still debating hiring you on to do this full time."
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"That's from a movie?" He says it often enough that she almost thinks he's quoting something. Mimicking someone. Mikayla grabs the cream. Running the few steps to the bed she leaps. Landing atop it still standing she smiles down at him.
Stepping over him Kay winks.
Then she straddles his lap and sets the cream on the comforter. Leaning slightly so that she can twist the lid open she asks, "Like last time?"
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She doesn't know? Of course she doesn't know. That would make sense. "Yeah, something like that." He won't go into details about the movie or what it represents. That might be a bit much for her. Then again, he has no idea what's going on in her mind.
The bed moves slightly underneath him as she jumps upon it. It's refreshing to see someone so carefree. Quin is smiling; he can't help it. "Is there another way?" He isn't trying to outwardly flirt at this particular point but it's a good question. Either that or he's just confusing himself.
It's a good thing that he's slightly inebriated or else he'd be jumping out of his skin at how she's over him. It isn't making that feeling he gets around her any better. "Can I ask you a completely random question?"
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Mikayla moved around a lot when she was younger. Her life was traveling, museums, art galleries. The world was her education. Things are a bit more unconventional with her.
"I could probably think of a few." Kay's voice is light and teasing. With the cream scooped up in her fingers she comes up with one on the spot. Rubbing the cream between her hands to make it even warmer she begins to gently massage it into his scar tissue.
"You can ask me anything, sufletel."
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She can show him the world, he can introduce her to pop culture references. It's not quite an even trade but it really is all he has.
A single brow is raised at her comment of thinking of other ways. What he finds is warm cream being pressed against his scar. It doesn't have the cooling sensation that he's used to but it is far from unpleasant. It also has her fully using both hands against his chest; something he's far from going to complain about.
Now that he knows what the word means he looks upon it as affectionate. It may or may not be her desire, but he knows how it makes him feel. "We barely know each other." That clearly isn't a question. In truth, he's enjoying the cream massage too much to bring her to stopping right away. "Why did you agree to come to Vegas with me?"
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The slight massage stops for a moment. Mikayla cocks her head to the right. Something she seems prone to doing when she's listening or contemplating something. His question is legit. She can answer it.
Slowly her motions begin again. She's still quiet as she takes care to rub the healing cream into his skin.
"Because."
It's not an answer.
"I like Vegas. You asked me to come." Kay knows that's not the answer he's looking for. The massage stops once more. Her body shifts against him slightly as she lifts herself up. "Because," she whispers. Leaning forward she stops where she can look down at him. Noses touching. "I wanted to spend time with you."
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He started this so he can suffer through the massage ending. It really isn't meant to last long anyway. He honestly shouldn't be enjoying it, either. Yet here he is. Here she is.
Here she is with a one word answer.
Here she is, hovering very closely to him.
If he weren't the type to internalize every little reaction he might be squirming, or even might gulp. Instead he just looks to her, his eyes locking to hers. "Well, I can't argue with that explanation." He's not going to, that's for sure. But Quin is Quin and he second guesses everything. He normally wouldn't press anything further but he's trying to come out of his shell and speaking his mind can't possibly hurt. "I like spending time with you."
He'll regret saying that later, when he realizes how lame it is. "I think I like you. Is that bad?"
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"I know you can't." There's not a thing to argue about. Mikayla came because he asked and she wanted to. It's very difficult to argue when someone's being so upfront and honest about things.
Nose still pressed to his, Kay let's out a soft throaty laugh. "Why would it be bad for you to like me?"
Tilting her head just a little allows her to press her lips to his. The kiss is by no means brief. Kay doesn't take it too far though. Finally drawing back she winks at him.
"I like you too."
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She's laughing at him. As always he's not positive how he should react to it. He feels he should be apologizing for even bringing it up. Quin does know how to play the friendship card. He can escape with no hard feelings. He's about to say as much when it registers what she's said, and the fact that she's kissing him.
It isn't as if he just lets her kiss him. He's a very active participant in it, including moving his hands up to touch her back. In his own way he's keeping her close even though she's had no qualms being close at all. They will move as she pulls back, though, not in the least forcing her anywhere. What she'll see is a very content looking Quin. This is likely because he doesn't remember that there's a woman in silk pajamas sitting on him.
"That's very good." Now he has to talk to Jenna, but honestly that's something he'll worry about when he's back in New York. "You know, I'd hate to read the wrong signs and think you did when you didn't."
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Mikayla is less laughing at him and more laughing at the situation. She jumped at the chance to come to Vegas with him. She didn't balk at having to share a room with him. She didn't even worry when they were given a room with one bed. If she disliked him there would have been more fuss.
"You look very relaxed when you smile."
Hands set to either side of his head as she drops back down. "If you were reading signs incorrectly I would tell you, sufletel."
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Quin is, quite frankly, clueless when it comes to others. He puts little value in his own being sometimes and often times forget that people can actually care. The past few weeks have been the first he's really cared about anyone since the attack and now he has a group of people to care about. The man needs to learn that they're not going to up and leave him.
"I am very relaxed." There's nothing but truth there. "I'm just cautious." One of his hands moves to her cheek again before he grins. He then attempts to flip her over, to reverse the position that they're currently in. "Sometimes." Just as he's cautious that he doesn't accidentally harm her in his flip attempt. The wolf's eyes gain a glint of playfulness. "I'm working on it."
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"I can see that." She can too. He lacks the uncertainty that he did in the shop. Mikayla is guessing that what he drank earlier is helping that shell crack a little. He's not drunk but his wall is starting to crumble just a bit.
Letting out a surprised yelp as she's flipped over she stares up at him with blue eyes to his.
"I can see that too."
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There is a kink in that shell, in that armor. Other armor exists but this particular one seems as if it's going to fade. "Caution isn't always a negative thing." As it stands, she's the only one that's gotten to be this way. He prefers that it not be something that happens often, at least when it comes to the different people involved.
"Although throwing it to the wind seems pretty nice, too." With that said, Quin leans down to kiss her again. For as little as they know each other it almost seems as if it's been a long time coming. This kiss, too, is far from shy and innocent. He's taking cue from her but nothing more.
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It's the first time Quintin has taken charge of anything in their time together. Mikayla's not really surprised. She knows that he needs to start doing that more often. "Sometimes it is."
Arms wrap around his neck as the kiss develops away from the innocent into something more deep. Kay tickles her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck before arching her body upward slightly.
She did promise not to do anything that would make him uncomfortable. It's very difficult to keep her body's reactions in check.
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Kay is doing anything but that which makes him uncomfortable. This is something he's been tempted to do since they first met. He's done well not to act on the physical since it can quite frankly just be something caused by nature.
Those small actions by her do not make Quin feel uncomfortable but they do encourage him. Though he also is careful not to take things too far. Not for his own well being but to be respectful to them in general. Plus, the wolf doesn't want to be accused of only acting because of the alcohol.
He pulls away ever slightly, enough to nuzzle his cheek next to hers. Turns out Vegas has been more fun than he'd expected it would be.
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Mikayla might argue that the first night it was the pure physicality of their nature that tugged on the attraction. She might argue that they're designed to like each other. Not them personally of course. Just werewolves in general.
She might. Truth is she does actually like Quintin. She finds him a refreshing difference from other werewolves she's met. Most are not turned as they are so he does understand her more.
Playfully nipping his ear, Kay grins.
"Penny for your thoughts," she whispers.
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She could very well argue that point. He's been arguing that point with himself since that very night. It very likely was the case, or most of it, from that evening. That feeling hasn't gone away, though, so he's certain that there's more than just that.
Quin admires the free spirit in her and wishes that he could be that way. He's so grounded that it almost hurts sometimes. This weekend is the most adventurous thing he's ever done.
"Hrm?" He's so content that he barely registers that conversation is happening. He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes. He's debating again, as evident by that hesitation in his eyes. "What's your policy on dating?" It's random, but he has his reasons.
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It is an odd question. One that causes Mikayla to blink. She can see the hesitation in his eyes. It tells her that he's back to being cautious again.
Kay is a free spirit. She's learned not to let anything hold her back or down. Learned to roll with life's punches. She can maneuver herself through any situation given a few seconds to think.
"I date. Do you mean am I exclusive? That depends on who's doing the asking."
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It isn't anything to complain about. Honestly, most men would be happy to find more than one woman who's willing to just date. He's not as into that as others but he doesn't let it stop him.
A nod is given as Quin nods. "I just like to know upfront, I guess." He bends down to nuzzle at her neck. "I find that I could get overly attached, and I don't want to do that to you." He's not about to ask her to be exclusive, at least not yet. It's just something that he has to keep in mind.
He softly kisses along her neck. "But I can tell you that I won't step away as soon as we get back."
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Mikayla turns a quizzical look on him. She's not certain why his train of thought is going in the way it is. Softly sighing as he nuzzles her neck she tilts her head to give him more area to play with.
"You want to date and not be attached?"
Kay can definitely work with that. She is after all, a free spirit.
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Even as he toys with her neck he shakes his head ever slowly. It's a bit of a heavy conversation but he doesn't want to keep it deadly serious. "Absolutely not." It's said ever so slowly before he pulls back to look at her eyes again.
Fingers trace along her hairline and down to her jaw, Quin's touch surprisingly soft for a jock. "I'm more of a one girl person, I think. But that doesn't mean I'm not open to embracing what she has to say." She is a free spirit indeed and the last thing she needs is for him to get clingy. Basically, he doesn't want to get too attached just for her to be with someone else.
"Call me old fashioned."
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It is a strangely serious conversation. Mikayla wonders if he'll recall it when the morning headache hits from the celebration.
"You prefer monogamy."
There is a grin on her face. Another soft laugh issued to him. "That is the wolf in you, sufletel. When they find a mate, they mate for life." It may seem odd that Kay so embraces that side of her. It's who she's become. She's still entirely human. She's also entirely wolf.
She's just found a happy balance between them.
"I think that is sweet. You have a girlfriend?"
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She's laughing at him again. He almost considers dropping everything. Quin does have a way of ruining moments after all. "I guess it could be. I've never really thought about it before." Maybe he does embrace the wolf in him more than he believes. He does have a rather fun time with using his anger against people at times.
"I've never really tried." That's partially true. He was courting Jenna but she was quite open about wanting to date around. That alone made him not try hard to turn her into a girlfriend. "I guess maybe I just wanted to know about my competition." He smiles at this, strangely calm for what's going on. There's no regret in him, just nerves.
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She's not laughing at him so much as at the situation. He's got his shirt off. She's in her pajamas. They've been making out. The entire conversation might have been better to have before that.
"Never really tried monogamy?"
Mikayla's eyes stay with his. Trying to read him. It's difficult. He seems calm.
"I am not dating anyone." Winking at him, she smiles. "Yet."
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"Never really had a girlfriend." It's not something he should be proud of his age yet it doesn't seem to bother him. Quin's always been backwards about things, it only makes sense that they get partially naked before having any conversations.
Her response seems to bring a bit of joy to him even if he's not certain if it should. He leans down to kiss her again, for some reason feeling a bit renewed about this recent development. "Just don't forget about me when we get back." It's a tease. At this point even he is feeling more confident, which is something.
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There have been guys. Never boyfriends. Just guys. Flings. When she felt like having them. It's hard to get serious about a guy when she was moving around so much in the past.
"Neither have I."
Another wink is directed at him. Mikayla does return the kiss though she allows him to control it. Fingers trace gently over his back.
"You're hardly forgettable, sufletel."
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To mimic something that she's done, he touches his nose to hers, remaining close. "You haven't had a girlfriend either? Something else we have in common." At this point he knows that he's been overly serious and it's not fair to her. His insecurities are not supposed to be hers.
Quin kisses the end of her nose before moving to retrieve the glasses of champagne on the night stands. He holds one for her, but won't make her take it if she prefers to remain as she is. "Perhaps a toast before bed then?" He's not forgotten that they're sharing the bed. He's just not thinking about it for the time being.
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Mikayla laughs when he finally realizes what she's said. "No. I haven't." There may have been a few instances where she considered it but she never went through with it.
"Yes. A toast."
Taking the glass of champagne from his hand she smiles.
"What do you wish to toast? Winning? Fun? Relationships?"
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He's a little slow and trying to think with a clear head when inebriated and in so close proximity to a half naked, hot female. He's allowed to be a little slow, or so he feels.
Quin ponders this a moment before raising his glass ever slightly. "How about to Vegas and new things?" This entire night has been entirely new, after all.
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"To Vegas and new things then." Mikayla scoots back on the bed so that she can sit up just a little. Tapping her glass lightly to his she grins.
Rather than drink from her own glass, she curves her arm around his and offers Quintin her glass.
"Take a sip."
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There are times when Quin is thankful that he's more graceful than he used to be. This is one of those times. He's seen things like this on movies and whatnot but clearly has never tried it. The glass is given a dubious look before he does as told. It's just a tiny sip compared to what all he's had to drink previously.
The champagne tastes really good for some reason, even if it's not his desired drink. He'll wait until he finds how successful her sipping the drink is before he speaks. "Viva Las Vegas?"
