â Q U I N N â
The only rule is that there are no rules, and sometimes, it's the exception that reveals the one thing that could have made the rule worth following. There's no rule without an exception. After all, a rule without an exception isn't really a rule-it's a law, set in stone. But exceptions? They don't just prove old rules; sometimes, they're the sign of something new coming to life.
I keep replaying that night with Chloe in my mind. I've had my fair share of hookups, so why does this feel different? Why does she linger in my thoughts longer than anyone else? I can't quite figure it out. All I know is, that night, nothing mattered except making her feel good-like it was the only thing I needed to do. Something about it was more than just another fleeting moment, more than just another rule I thought I understood.
It had been a while since I'd hooked up with another woman aside from her, and today wasn't going to be any different. I wasn't in the mood to go out or strike up conversations with any of the women on campus. Honestly, lying in bed and losing myself in my playlist felt more appealing. So that's exactly what I did. I was halfway through a song by Fly By Midnight, What If I Wasn't Done Loving You, when I heard a knock at the door.
Reluctantly, I got up from bed, expecting it to be my roommate, Elise. But when I opened the door, I was met with a pair of striking emerald green eyes staring back at me.
"Hey. I was looking for Elise," she started, her voice steady but soft. "She had a few things to discuss about her research paper, and-"
Before she could finish her sentence, I instinctively reached for her arm and pulled her inside my room, my heart pounding a little faster than usual.
I had her pinned against the door before I could even think. My lips crashed against hers like they belonged there, claiming every inch with a hunger I didn't know I had. She whimpered softly but didn't resist, her body melting into the kiss. Her lips responded to mine-slow, tender, like she wanted to savor every second.
"Quinn, I was looking for Elise," she whispered when our lips finally parted, her breath shaky, chest rising and falling as she spoke.
"I don't know where she is. She left not too long ago," I muttered, trying to catch my breath.
"Could you tell her I stopped by? Or maybe I'll wait until she gets back?" she asked, her voice still trembling slightly.
"The latter works better, gorgeous," I replied without hesitation. I didn't give her time to answer before my lips found hers again, this time with more urgency, as if waiting for my roommate was the furthest thing from either of our minds.
My hands roamed her body, finding their way under her clothes without hesitation. She didn't stop me as I slid her top off, exposing her skin. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, pulling me closer as our lips met again, locked in a heated kiss. Instinctively, my fingers fumbled with the button of her pants. I didn't feel the need to ask for anything in return, which puzzled me. I knew I was supposed to cut her skin like I had done with others before her, but strangely, that thought didn't cross my mind. Instead, I was overwhelmed with desire, a burning need to have her right there in that moment. It was as if all my previous notions of what I wanted had vanished, leaving only an intense craving for her, for us to be together without any conditions or expectations. When her body was finally bare in front of me, I gripped her waist, both of us moving toward the bed like we were following an unspoken command. She lifted my shirt, and I let her, watching as she tossed it aside before I gently pressed her down onto the bed.
"Quinn..." Her voice was soft, her emerald green eyes searching mine, full of unspoken questions.
"Do you want me to stop, Chloe?" I asked, pausing for a second, giving her the chance to pull back if she needed.
"No, but-" Before she could finish, I pressed my lips to hers again, not wanting to hear any more hesitations. I didn't need explanations or 'buts.' Her consent was all I needed, and she gave it freely. Her lips responded to mine with urgency, sucking and biting softly, her tongue meeting mine in a passionate, tangled dance. The intensity of her touch sent jolts of electricity through my body, making every part of me crave more.
A soft knock echoed through my room, pulling our attention to the door. "Quinn?" Elise called out. "Did Chloe come by?" We exchanged a glance, both surprised by the moment.
"Why don't you just text her, El?" I replied, a grin spreading across my face.
"Alright, I'll text her in a bit. But first, I need a shower. Can you let me know when she comes?" Elise asked, a hint of urgency in her voice.
I chuckled softly, glancing at Chloe, who was clearly in a panic, especially since she was still beneath me. "Okay, El, I'll let you know as soon as she comes." My grin widened as I watched Chloe roll her eyes at me. I gently placed my hand on her neck. "Let's not keep her waiting, alright? She really wants you to come, gorgeous." I chuckled softly, enjoying the moment.
"You're such an ass, Quinn," Chloe said, laughing softly before pulling me closer until our lips met.
â C H L O E â
People are always making rules for themselves, constantly searching for loopholes. Most of us think we're the exceptions to the rule; we just don't realize it yet. Always remember, you are absolutely unique-just like everyone else. Each and every one of us is special in the vast Universe, and that uniqueness is what makes us valuable.
I knew I was being crazy by giving in to Quinn that night, but I couldn't help it. It felt so right, and I just couldn't resist the pull anymore. I'm not someone who tolerates violence, especially knowing how Quinn treats the women she hooks up with. But for some reason, the last time we were together, she didn't ask for anything in return. I didn't know what game she was playing, but I couldn't fight the feeling; I gave in the moment our lips met.
I had just stepped out of the bookstore near the university. It was on a secluded street that many students avoided because it looked a bit creepy and dangerous. But the textbook I needed was only available there, and I couldn't wait for the pre-order from other stores. As I walked calmly through the alley on my way back to my apartment, a group of men suddenly blocked my path.
"Hey, hot stuff. Mind if we keep you company for a while?" My heart raced as their eyes scanned me, making me feel exposed, but I forced myself to stay calm.
"No, thank you. I'm just on my way to class," I said, trying to sound composed, but inside I was panicking.
One of the men stepped closer. "Why don't you stay for a while? Let's talk and bond, shall we?" He gripped my arm tightly, sending my panic into overdrive.
I yanked my arm away and shot him an intimidating look. "No, I'm fine. I need to go," I said, my voice rising, but that only made him laugh.
"How about you shut the fuck up and do as you're told?" He grabbed my arm again, his grip even tighter, and I felt a surge of fear. Just then, a familiar voice broke through the tension.
"How about you shut your own damn mouth and let her go, bruh?" It was Quinn, and the moment she spoke, the man released my hand.
"Alright, bruh. We're cool," he said, chuckling nervously as he and his friends started to back away.
I shifted my gaze behind them, my heart still racing. I felt a mix of fear and relief as I saw Quinn approaching me.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern etching her features.
Seeing someone familiar in that moment was a huge relief. I nodded, unable to find my voice, as tears welled in my eyes. Quinn's hand gently cupped my face, her warmth comforting me.
"What the hell are you doing in this neighborhood, gorgeous?" she asked, her smile bringing a little light to my panic. I remained speechless, caught in my whirlwind of fear. "Chloe?" she asked, her eyes filled with worry.
I couldn't hold back the tears any longer; they spilled down my cheeks, and her eyes widened with concern. "Chloe, it's fine. You're safe," she reassured me. That was when I buried my face in her chest, my heart pounding against her. I had been so scared when that man grabbed my arm, my mind racing with all the terrible things that could have happened.
I never expected to see Quinn at that moment, but somehow, her presence made me feel safe. I felt her hands on the back of my head and my back, gently stroking me. "It's fine, Chloe. You're safe," she repeated, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly. Yes, I felt safe now.
Quinn walked with me back to my apartment, she insisted and I didn't protest. I still felt shaken from what had happened, and having her by my side was a comfort. We walked in silence, her footsteps trailing quietly behind me. When we finally reached the front door, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over me. I turned to find her staring at me calmly.
"Thank you," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
A gentle smile spread across her lips. "Don't mention it, gorgeous. You can breathe easy now. You're safe. And I promise I'll make sure they won't bother you anymore." With that, she turned to take a step away.
"Quinn," I called, and she paused, turning back to me-her eyes filled with questions and concern. In a moment of impulse, I reached out and leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. To my surprise, she didn't resist. "Would you like to come in?" I whispered against her mouth.
"You know the rules, Chloe," she replied, her gaze locked on my lips. I could sense there was more she wasn't saying, but I didn't press for details. I understood what she meant by "rules"-her twisted pleasure that came with a price. The idea of cutting a piece of my skin on my neck in exchange for pleasure made my heart race. The thought of her cutting into my skin, on my neck, in exchange for that pleasure, filled my mind. Oddly enough, even though I was against the idea of violence, the thought didn't seem to bother me as long as it was her doing it.
"I know, Quinn. So, would you like to come in?" I asked again, my heart racing. I could feel her body tense, like she wanted to say yes, but something was holding her back. "Please?" I pleaded, hoping to break through whatever hesitation lingered.
She sighed deeply before nodding, a mix of resolve and uncertainty in her eyes.
In that moment, it felt as if all my objections about violence, pain, and torture seemed to fade away. All I wanted was her right there, no matter what the price would be. She had become an exception to my own rules. Despite my previous disdain for what she represented, I couldn't help myself. The desire to feel her touch, to taste her kiss, and to have her presence envelop me overwhelmed everything else. With her, I oddly felt safe, and that feeling was worth more to me than I ever thought possible.