â Q U I N N â
A home isn't just a physical place; it's a deep feeling of belonging. It's not merely where you live; it's where people truly understand you. Many of us carry an ache for home, a safe haven where we can be ourselves without fear of judgment. It doesn't matter where you come from; what matters is where you find comfort and light when everything around you feels dark. Home doesn't have to be grand or spacious; it's all about how happy and at ease you feel within its walls.
All my life, I've only felt a glimpse of what it's like to be truly at home. As a child, I experienced that warmth and safety, but it quickly faded into something unexpected. After that, I never felt like I was in a real home again. Growing up, I spent most of my time in the shelter and at school dorms. I'm not complaining, but I can't shake the feeling that a big part of me is missing. I long for that safe space I once knew as a kid, a place where I could truly be myself and feel secure.
7 PM-It was raining again tonight. Elise and I had just finished dinner in the dorm, the closest place I could call home for now. I noticed a flash of lightning through the window, followed by the soft rumble of thunder.
"El, I'm going to step out for a bit. Do we have any meatloaf left?" I asked, watching Elise busily wash the dishes in the sink.
She paused for a moment, thinking. "Yeah, I guess there's some in the fridge, Quinn."
"Is it okay if I take it?" I asked, giving her a smile.
She nodded. "Of course." Her smile faded a little. "I'm sorry you can't bring her here."
"That's fine. I know you're allergic to cats, and she loves to roam around. If we keep her here, she'd just get bored," I replied, trying to reassure her.
With a basket of leftover meatloaf in one hand and an umbrella in the other, I slowly walked toward the library. The rain showed no signs of stopping; it had been pouring since this afternoon. I stood at the end of the hall for a while, waiting for Mrs. Larkins to finally step out. It was past 8 PM, and she still hadn't come out. I decided to go inside the library, only to find her sitting at her usual spot behind the desk. A number of students occupied the seats, busy with their work. Mrs. Larkins glanced at me briefly before returning to the book she was reading.
I walked to the far end of the aisle, where there was a spot Kitty usually used to enter and exit the library. There was a little opening behind the wall where she lived. I called her name, but she didn't come out. I waited for a good 15 minutes, growing increasingly worried as she still didn't appear. I couldn't help but wonder if she had gone outside despite the heavy rain.
"She isn't there," a familiar voice cut through behind me.
I turned around to meet her emerald green eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I saw her this afternoon, soaked from the rain, just standing by the side of our building," Chloe began, her voice soft. "I took her to my car to warm up, but she fell asleep, so I brought her to my apartment to give her something to eat. I was going to drive her back, but she refused to leave. Every time I tried to get her out the door, she ran around my place like it was a game."
I stood up slowly, taking a few steps toward her. "Is she okay?" I asked.
Chloe nodded. "Yes, she's fine. I just figured you might be looking for her since it's still raining outside. Then I saw you walk into the library with a basket. I thought you should know." My gaze shifted from the basket lying on the floor back to her eyes, trying to piece together everything she was saying.
"I could take her back if you need me to. You don't have to look after her like that, but thanks for keeping her warm and feeding her," I said, noticing the way Chloe's face seemed to be mulling something over.
"Actually," she began hesitantly, "if it's okay... I want to keep her with me? She looked so comfortable sleeping on the couch earlier, and I don't mind having her around. I could use her company. I'll take care of her-if that's fine with you?" Her eyes were full of uncertainty, like she was waiting for me to say no.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Well, as long as she's comfortable and well cared for, and she won't be too much of a bother for you, I guess that would be fine." I smiled warmly at her, feeling a bit of relief.
Chloe's eyes lit up with joy. "Really?" Her smile was radiant, reaching all the way to her eyes. "Rosie will be happy about that."
"Rosie?" I raised an eyebrow, confused.
She nodded with a grin. "I didn't know what you called her, so I gave her a name-Rosie. I think she loves it."
I hummed in response, a little embarrassed. "I just call her Kitty." Of course, I'd gone with something obvious. She's a cat, after all. It didn't feel like much thought went into it at all.
Chloe laughed softly. "Of course, Kitty! Well, I'll start calling her that then."
"No, Rosie actually sounds perfect," I admitted. "I didn't really put much thought into naming her, but Rosie suits her better." I was touched by how much care Chloe had shown for her-feeding her, giving her a cozy place to stay, and now, even giving her a thoughtful name. It made me happy to know someone was taking care of her, and that now she had a safe place to call home.
"You can visit her anytime if you want to," she said, her warm smile never leaving her face. Those emerald green eyes of hers seemed to have this calming effect on me, something I couldn't shake the longer I stared into them. I nodded in response, trying to stay composed.
"I better go now, then," she added, turning to leave. But before she could, my hand instinctively found her arm, gently pulling her back toward me.
"Going somewhere?" I whispered, our faces now just inches apart. My hand slid around her waist, feeling her take a deep breath at my touch.
"I-I... Quinn, we're in the library," she stammered, her eyes flicking nervously between my lips and my eyes.
"Yeah, I know, gorgeous," I murmured, stepping forward, forcing her to step back until her body pressed against the bookshelf, effectively pinning her in place. "I came here to feed the pussycat, but since she's not around..." I let the words hang, my hand wrapping firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against me. My other hand gently tilted her chin upward, ensuring her gaze stayed locked on mine.
"I guess I'll just have to deal with a different kind of pussy right now, Chloe." I smirked, leaning in closer, feeling her warm breath mix with mine.
"Quinn..." she whispered, her lips brushing softly against mine, her breath warm and shaky. Her hands gripped my shoulders, holding me close as if she didn't want to let go.
"Afraid of getting caught, Chloe? Chickening out?" I teased, my voice low and teasing as I smirked at her.
Her eyebrow arched, biting her lower lip, and in an instant, without a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, crashing our lips together. Her kiss was fierce, full of hunger, and she sucked my lower lip like it was the last thing she'd ever taste. I matched her intensity, my hand traveling down from her neck to her chest, caressing her breast softly. The sound of her moaning into my mouth sent a rush of excitement through me.
Good thing we were tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, hidden between shelves filled with dusty old yearbooks no one ever bothered to look at. My lips found their way to her neck, kissing, biting, and sucking the delicate skin, leaving a trail of marks.
"Quinn..." she gasped, her voice a little louder now, as she felt my fingers pinch her hardened nipple through her dress.
I grinned against her skin. "You know I don't mind if you're loud, gorgeous. Your call." I whispered before sinking my teeth into her neck again, causing her to moan louder. Her hands tangled in my hair, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grew heavier.
My hand slipped further down, fingertips brushing the hem of her dress. Slowly, I slid my hand beneath the fabric, feeling the warmth of her bare skin. My fingers played along the lace of her lingerie, teasing her, before I began pulling it down with deliberate slowness.
"Quinn!" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire, nervousness, and anticipation. There was a slight quiver to it, but the longing was undeniable. Her body tensed for a moment, but I didn't stop. I kept going, my lips leaving soft kisses on her skin as I knelt down in front of her.
Her breath hitched as I tugged her lingerie down completely, letting it fall to the floor. I tilted my head up, meeting her gaze. Her wide eyes reflected a whirlwind of emotionsâsurprise, a hint of uncertainty, but mostly overwhelming desire. She looked down at me, breathing heavily, her need visible in the way her body trembled slightly.
I grinned wider, my hands trailing up her thighs as I leaned in even closer, eyes still locked on hers. "Do you want me to stop, Chloe?" I whispered, teasing her with the question. Her lips trembled, parting like she wanted to respond, but no words came out.
Slowly, I rolled the hem of her dress up, revealing the soft skin of her thighs, inch by inch, until her belly and of course her wet pussy, aching desire were exposed. She was right there, vulnerable, wanting, and I could feel the tension building between us. I held back, staying perfectly still, raising my eyebrow as I waited for her response.
Her breath hitched, and then, without a word, she shook her head, giving me all the permission I needed. A grin of satisfaction spread across my face. Gently, I lifted one of her legs, placing it over my shoulder, and she didn't resist. Her body, her silence, her quickening breath-it was all the answer I needed.
My eyes stayed locked on hers as I moved closer to her inner thighs. When my mouth finally met her clit, I sucked it gently, swirling my tongue in soft circles. She instantly arched her back, and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand to keep quiet, while the other hand tangled in my hair, gripping tightly. My lips kept moving over her, licking gently across her soft folds and savoring the sweetness that dripped from her. When my tongue reached her opening, I pressed it firmly and slowly slipped inside, feeling her warmth envelop me. My tongue twirled and slid in and out of her wetness, moving slowly and deliberately. I could see her eyes rolling back in pleasure, her leg trembling on my shoulder as she struggled to stay quiet. Despite her best efforts to hold back, soft moans still escaped from her lips, revealing just how much she was enjoying it. I couldn't help but watch with a mix of amusement and fascination as she tried so hard to hold it together while my tongue fucked my pussy.
I could feel her knees beginning to buckle as she clutched the back of my head tighter. She pressed her body against my face, urging me to get closer, rubbing her pussy against my face firmly. I found her clit with my lips again, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily. With my other hand, I traced her dripping pussy, feeling her warmth before sliding my middle and ring fingers inside her. I noticed her biting her fingers tightly, trying to hold back her sounds. Her eyes were shut tight, and she gripped my hair firmly with her other hand.
"Open your eyes and look at me, gorgeous," I said, watching her as my fingers moved slowly in and out of her. She slowly opened her eyes, her emerald green gaze wide and filled with need. "Good girl. Now keep your eyes on me, or we stop, understood?" I licked my lips, grinning at her. She nodded, breathless, completely surrendered. She would do anything I asked, and I loved that. I began to graze my tongue over her clit, and I saw her eyes roll back in pleasure again.
"Eyes back on me, Chloe," I teased, and she obeyed without hesitation. Damn! This woman never failed to turn me on with her submission. But I didn't want to keep her hanging on the edge for long, so I started sucking on her clit again. My fingers pressed firmly against the top walls of her warm pussy, and she trembled at my touch. Each time, she returned her gaze to me, following my command. Fuck! She's really something. I continued to play with her clit, sucking and swirling my tongue while my fingers moved faster inside her.
"Quinn... IâI'm coming!" The words barely escaped her lips, a breathless whisper filled with urgency. Her breath hitched as she neared her climax, her voice pleading for me not to stop.
I moved my hand deeper and faster without hesitation, and she let out soft whimpers and moans. Fuck! She's dripping all over my hand! "Don't hold back, gorgeous. Let me hear you come." After saying those words, I focused on her clit, sucking it hard while my hand moved deeper and faster.
Her eyes began to roll back as she bit her lower lip. Moans slipped from her lips, even though she tried to hold them in. The leg resting on my shoulders trembled, prompting me to grip it tighter. Her other leg went stiff, showing just how close she was. Suddenly, her back arched again, and she tugged my head down hard with both hands as her whole body trembled, reaching her climax. I watched in fascination as she released; it was a beautiful sight. I gently kissed her clit, making her twitch, and I let out a soft groan. Her knees shook as I pulled my fingers out, and I wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her. My other hand was soaked, glistening with her wetness. I slowly stood up, still holding her steady while her hands gripped my neck tightly.
Her eyes widened in surprise as I brought my dripping fingers to my mouth and sucked them in front of her. I noticed her slowly lick her lips, watching me intently.
"Taste good?" she asked with a soft chuckle, her breath coming in quick gasps.
"Curious, aren't you?" I replied with a smirk, and she bit her lower lip in response.
I slowly slid my hand back to her pussy, slipping my middle finger inside her. Her breath caught in her throat, and I couldn't help but groan softly as I took in her reaction.
"Open your mouth, gorgeous," I commanded gently. She parted her lips slowly, and I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy, sliding it into her mouth instead. "Now suck it," I whispered.
Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with intensity, as she began to suck my finger. Damn! She looked incredibly hot, watching me while doing it! My jaw clenched in response.
"So? Taste good?" I asked, a smirk forming on my face.
"Mmmm. Yeah," she replied, nodding as she answered. I withdrew my finger and gripped her neck and chin, holding her gaze.
"Yeah, you taste so damn good, Chloe," I groaned softly, our lips barely brushing against each other.
She pulled me closer by the neck, and our lips crashed together again in another heated kiss. I can't quite explain it, but the way her lips felt against mine and the closeness of our bodies felt like homeâmaybe not a physical home, but a sense of belonging. The way our bodies intertwined, our lips and eyes locked every time, was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. It was as if my body had been longing to belong to something or someone, and now, in this moment, I felt it again.