Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
Grinning, Quinn pushed the shirt down her shoulders and off of her, tossing it to the side with his own and tracing a finger down her side. "I love your skin, you know?" he said suddenly, refusing to meet her eyes. "It's really soft. And your freckles. I love your freckles too. Like this one," he said, pointing to one on her hip. "That's a great freckle."
"I love your skin, too," she said, her hand finding his hand.
Gripping her hand, he raised it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Your hands as well. I love your hands. They're so small and adorable."
Cho laughed a little nervously. "I love your hands, too. They're not small."
Loosening his grip on her hand, he splayed it flat against hers to compare the size. "Nope, not small," he agreed, lips twitching, moving it away to pluck a lock of with a finger and twirl it around. "I really love your hair. It's lucky. I always get what I want when I pull your hair." Giving the lock a soft tug, he let a breath out through his nose.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
"I want..." he started, eyes squeezed shut before he forced them open again and made himself look her in the eyes. Be a man Quinn! his brain demanded, his lungs filling themselves with a deep breath. "I want you to tell me that you love me as much as I love you."
"How much is that?" Cho asked, her voice shaking. "I might love you more."
"I don't think that's possible," he said in a small whisper, eyes wide as he kept his hold on hers.
"I..." She paused, hesitating long enough to sit up and pull him with her. "Quinn, I... I ..." she said, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It slid off easily, and she discarded it quickly. It fell to the floor with a clang, the Hobgoblin's pin striking the floor. "Hopefully your silencing charm got that and that Richie won't find it in the morning." Blushing, she pressed her lips to his chin. "Merry Christmas, Quinny. I love you."