built for sin

Their gaze met and he felt silly in feeling a little flutter in his chest. Quinn was a rather pretty woman, and perhaps if they met in another context he might have talked to her and asked to go for a coffee or something, but then again when had he ever done that? Instead, he supposed, he'd be grateful for the fact she almost ran him over and was driving him to the hospital. "No, god - you just said you worked for 24 hours! You need sleep, so please, just drop me off and go. I'll be in good hands, no doubt." He insisted, already grateful for the ride. "If it helps any, it's not a sharp pain but more a throbbing pain which I'm sure I can manage."

Quinn was sure that her cheeks were as red as they were warm, as she shook her head, dark hair brushing against her cheeks as she turned into the employee car park. "Nope. I can handle another hour, I'll grab us both a coffee whilst you're being seen to and then I'll drive you home, okay? No ifs, ands or buts. It's the least I can do." She put the car into park ans turned the keys in the ignition, before turning towards him. "Can you walk to the ER or should I run in and grab a wheelchair?" It was a slight tease but partly deadly serious.

Of course the question was being tossed into it. Amidst the tossing of rationale, abandonment of logical thought process being replaced with sexual awakening, lust and impulsive behaviour, the question was more sounding like an affirmation on Chrissy’s side that she wanted to feel wanted, rather than feel used. And still, amidst the point into which Chrissy’s breath hitched when she touched him, her dainty, delicate hand with the thin golden band that the man assumed was her purity ring, caressing his now moist skin. She liked it, the tone of her voice was evident, though the young blonde still faltered in her impulsiveness in the moment. In all honesty, Austin was quite blunt on the delivery when Chrissy asked him about it. “I know you’re a student.” He chuckled lightly, tone of his own voice a little bit husky. “And yeah, this is every girls’ in the school’s dream. But why not you?” He placed his large hand over hers. “I know it’s a little… cheesy, for this to happen, but why not? I know you’ve been giving me the eye, and I’m just taking my shot.” Austin slowly dragged her hand along his chest and lets her finger graze over to his abdomen, Chrissy’s hand dangerously close to the briefs and when he noticed that, he smirked. “Hold up.” He said, as his hands peeled down his now wet briefs, baring himself naked, his sex uncoiled and erect, as they were now naked together. “Now, we’re even.”

The thought that she'd been caught leering like she was a sex crazed teenager who couldn't control her own impulses was even more mortifying than she ever could have imagined. She tried to think about times when she would have been staring and quickly realised that yes, she did it and a lot; sneaking glances when she was in Phys Ed or twirling a soft lock of hair around her index finger as he addressed the cheer squad that she captained. Chrissy had never been interested in dating, instead she put all of her focus, time and effort into school, cheer and trying to keep her mother off of her fucking back. Dating was so far down the line it wasn't something she really thought about and yet now with Austin in front of her, fully naked and returning her interest, how could she refuse? Her gaze dropped down from his abs to his exposed cock and she let out a whimper, lips parting as she took it all in. She might be a virgin and a hint of a prude but she'd watched porn before and he was certainly bigger than most of the men she'd seen online. "I don't know," she responded honestly to his question about why not her. "There are girls more... experienced than me. Or prettier or whatever," she shrugged breathily, skin littered with goosebumps. "But if you want me, I'm here. You can do whatever you want to me. I want you to."

She was shocked, and apparently looking not as shocked at the same time, as he stepped into the locker room showers, definitely ignoring the fact that Chrissy was covering herself up from Austin. He was not really crazy about this thing, though he was running on pure sexual adrenaline. The tension was threatening to pop and it was not that hard to ignore the fact that he was the one who poked the beehive and not actually following through the whole thing. Again, Austin would have been an idiot not to follow through on what he did. Saying nothing to Chrissy as she demanded what he was doing here, he kept quiet, saying nothing again towards the blonde, stepping closer and closer to the young woman. The silence was deafening to them both, only being broken up by his solid and heavy footfalls, along with the pitter patter of the shower waters cascading off from the shower head, onto the floor and onto Chrissy’s body. He kept silent, only stopping himself as they stood close, inches away from the body as the waters started to spatter from Chrissy to Austin. He reached to pull her hands away from her body, baring herself in front of him as his eyes roved over her slim and svelte body. Then, in a rather daring attempt, Austin pulled her hands and placed them onto his chest, just to let her cop a feel, and also seeing what Chrissy reacted to it.

Her brain couldn't slow down and for once, she didn't want it to. If she thought about this situation — truly thought about it, she was certain she would run out of the doors. Logical thought process wasn't welcomed here, not when she was finally getting to explore her sexuality with someone who actually knew what the fuck they were doing. Instead, Chrissy glanced up at the large clock that hung above the door. There wasn't much time before her peers and the staff would start to come into school but she was certain that only added to the excitement that thrummed under her skin. The small pull forward only excited her more, as she became flush with Austin. Her body was good, better than good, it was amazing but it still didn't stop the embarrassment that she felt, exposed in front of him wearing nothing but the purity ring that her parents got for her a few years before, her name etched in script along the outside of the thin gold band. She didn't feel much like the pristine, pure princess that she masqueraded as, as her breath caught in her throat the moment her fingers touched against his taut abdominal muscles. He was warm, despite the lukewarm water that splashed down against his skin and it made a soft moan escape from her lips. Her breasts were rising and falling with every breath that she took, nipples hardened from the cold air and her own arousal. "You know i'm a student, Mr Holmes," she finally murmured, in a voice that didn't fully sound like her own. "This is pretty much every girl in schools dream right here. Why me?"

"I-" He started, though he let out a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I mean, I'm grateful you didn't just run off truth be told. It'd be just my luck to be a victim of a hit-and-run." He let out another nervous laugh. "Not currently. I was told I was dropped on my head as a kid but my mum was told there'd be no lasting effects." He wanted to dissipate some of the strangeness of the situation with a playful anecdote told in his soft Scottish lilt, he was often told his accent alone was funny enough. "But honestly, you don't need to stay with me once I'm there. I'm sure it's not life-threatening."

A nervous laugh echoed in the car and she shook her head, feeling some of the tension in her shoulders drop at his joke. "Yeah, I know the feeling. I was definitely dropped as a kid, more than a few times," she offered back and she turned to look at him fully once they hit a red light. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm staying with you and then I'm driving you home afterwards. You're being way too kind to someone who just ran you over with her car."

He had managed to escape a particularly brainless conversation by saying he was going to get another beer. One of the guys tried to grab onto his arm and he turned, shaking his head and letting go when he collided with someone accidentally. Both hands went up defensively. "Hey, sorry." A brow raised though at the attitude from the shorter woman. "I'm going to get a drink, let me get you a new one...Cassidy, right?" He'd seen her around before a few times, always just around, he knew her boyfriend by reputation but she didn't particularly have one herself.

Cassidy discarded her now empty glass on a nearby table and wiped off her still wet hands on her dress. It was an expensive gift, probably dry clean only and she already hated the idea of having to deal with that in the morning. She nodded at the mention of her name and gave the man a tight lipped smile back at the offer of a new drink. Despite the fact she wanted to leave a moment before, it seemed she would stay for one more. "So you know me and I kind of know you. You're the dealer with the best blow in the city, right? Kudos."

"Oh no, I'm sure everything's fine." He assured her, though the pain at his ankle raged at him otherwise. Reluctantly, he threw his hand over the nurse's shoulder and held onto her forearm to be stood upwards. Tristan hissed as he hobbled over to the car, haphazardly managing to get into the passenger side of the car. "Jesus, that'll be the last place you want to be then, listen, just drop me off at A&E and go home. I'm very grateful you're even volunteering to drive me over." He didn't want to be more trouble than he was already.

Quickly, she crossed around and got into the drivers side, buckling her belt in before starting on the car, much more focused on the road this time. How could she have been so stupid? "I run you over and you're... grateful?" she questioned, with an eyebrow raised, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, despite the adrenaline that raged inside of her chest. "Are you always this polite or do you have a concussion too?"