Lesson || Fabang
“Yeah,” he said with a small smirk. “You are easy to please,” he added, referencing him going down on her the other night. He squeezed her in his arms so she would know he was only teasing her. “But great. In a few days I’ll send an owl to tell you where to meet me and I’ll throw you a really romantic date.” Hopefully his version of romance would work well with Quinn’s version of it. He liked doing some of the old-fashioned things.
Quinn took on a look of mock-shock and lightly hit Mike’s shoulder before rolling her eyes and laughing as he squeezed her. “Sounds perfect, babe,” she agreed, giving him another kiss on the cheek. She couldn’t wait to see what he would do. She was sure that whatever he did she would absolutely love.
Lesson || Fabang
“You’re welcome, Quinn.” He pulled her in close to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sometimes he just had to be close to her. “I’m glad you chose this as our date tonight, babe. It’s been really fun watching you become a master flyer,” he said with a genuine grin. “I think I owe you a really great date now. A surprise date.” He could do a number of things for her to make it special and decided that if use agreed to the surprise, he’d try really hard.
Treading the water as she settled into Mike’s arms, Quinn grinned softly as he spoke. “I’m having so much fun,” she admitted, glad herself that she was a more adept flyer now, and that it didn’t take long under her boyfriend’s watchful tutelage. To his suggestion of a surprise date, she laughed softly and kissed him on the cheek. “If you want, baby,” she replied, “I won’t stop you. You know I’m pretty easy to please.” She was probably one of the most if not the most low-maintenance Fabray in existence.
Lesson || Fabang
He thought she was going to drop but laughed when she didn’t. “Come back into the pool, babe. We need a swim break.” He really just wanted to see her wet again if he was being honest. “Good job getting upright again though. It’s another thing like dancing. You need to stare at one focus point so you don’t get dizzy while you spin.”
Quinn didn’t drop because she refused to let go of her broom, and perhaps enough of a sliver of her former dance training remained so that she could find some balance. “Alright,” the blonde agreed, flying the broom to the edge of the pool before diving into it. She shivered a bit coming back up, the water still being water, of course, but the warmth of it soon overcame her. Swimming over to Mike, she sweetly said, “Thank you, baby,” pulling him in for a kiss.
Lesson || Fabang
He hung upside down on his broom and blew her a kiss before dropping back into the pool. He did a perfect swan dive and the broom tumbled in after him harmlessly. “Okay, that was fun. Thank god for drying spells. I don’t have to worry about it.” He floated on his back to watch Quinn fly around some more.
Laughing and shaking her head as she watched Mike dive into the pool, Quinn decided to try part of what he did for herself. It was a bit scary to do, admittedly, but Quinn swung herself over to hang upside down on her broom, and after a couple moments of readjusting herself, she looked down and grinned at Mike before forcing herself to complete something of half-circle to get back upright. “Wow, okay,” she murmured, holding her head a bit as being upside down made her a bit dizzy.
Lesson || Fabang
“Yeah! It totally was. Babe you’re going to have to try out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next year. They need all the help they can get,” he teased. He flew close to her and congratulated her with a kiss. “I’m proud of you, Quinn. Took me a month to perfect that move back in the day.”
Quinn grinned as he spoke, ecstatic that she had nailed the move. Rolling her eyes when he made fun of Ravenclaw, she nonetheless kissed him back fully. “Well, it’s all thanks to my very skilled, very patient, very attractive teacher,” she commented with a wink.
Lesson || Fabang
“The Wollongong Shimmy! Basically what you were doing except quicker. Like this,” he said as he demonstrated. “It confuses the other Quidditch players and is highly effective when we do it right. We used it against your very own last week and it scored us an easy 10 points.”
Mentioning last week’s Quidditch game made it personal. Watching Mike’s movements with a renewed understanding of them, Quinn narrowed her eyes when it was her turn to try it, and with better knowledge of her body on the broom, managed to pull off the move. Turning back to Mike, she anxiously asked, “Was that it?”
Lesson || Fabang
Mike grinned proudly and cheered like he would if a fellow chaser scored a goal. “Good job, babe! You’re doing so good, I bet we’ll be able to work you up until you could hold a quaffle. Or chase a snitch.” Watching Quinn accomplish something new was a great feeling. He could tell Quinn was happy and that was something he wanted to help inspire everyday he could.
Quinn’s grin grew wider as she crossed the pool faster than she had before. Turning around so swiftly it even surprised herself, she crossed the pool again, her pattern much more jagged this time with a quickening pace. The grin finally broke into a laugh as she got to the edge of the pool yet again. Turning to face Mike, she grinned again. “Babe, what was that move you tried showing me over the lake? Could you show me again?” she asked, excitement in her voice.
Lesson || Fabang
“Yeah, good job babe! You’re doing awesome. Try adding a little more speed.” He flew up next to her, demonstrating exactly what to do. Then he let her finish the rest of the pool length herself, having faith that she’d be just fine. Worse come to worse she’d fall and get wet again, and for him that wasn’t really a worse case scenario anyway.
Quinn couldn’t help the grin on her face as Mike encouraged her and, moreover, at how she wasn’t falling into the pool. “I’m doing it,” she murmured, then repeated louder, “I’m doing it!” Doing as she was told, once she finished the pool length, she turned around and repeated her drill but faster; she started off a little shaky, but found her balance before she hit the middle. “Babe! I’m doing it!”
Lesson || Fabang
He sat back down properly before answering. “I think it’s just a confidence thing. I think you think too much about falling or messing up. Because when you want to be, like dancing and swimming, you have total control of your body. So think of flying like you would dancing. The broom responds to your body and instincts.” That’s how he felt about flying, anyway. He hoped it would be helpful to Quinn. “You can try anything you want, because if you fall it’s just water underneath you. No biggie.”
Quinn listened intently, nodding as he spoke. It made sense. She had fallen off a broom so many times in her childhood that now she could probably drink a whole bottle of Skele-Gro and not so much as twitch an eye. Laughing softly, she commented, “Well, I have zero instincts on a broom, so I guess that’s what we’ve gotta work on.”
Shifting to get comfortable on the broom, Quinn flew to the edge of the pool and started making a slow, broad zig-zag pattern over the water, to get used to corners. Her face was the picture of concentration, but every now and then her eyes flicked over to Mike’s; feeling him there made her feel that much better.
Lesson || Fabang
He noticed her hesitation over what broom to pick so he eyed them closely before handing her one. “This is the best of the bunch control wise. You should be able to handle it well.” He picked a broom for himself and mounted it before flying up towards the ceiling easily. He made sure he was hovering over the pool and waited for Quinn to join him. “Come on, slowpoke. Hey babe check me out.” He stood on his broom carefully, making sure to stay really low and crouched. “I’m surfing.”
Mounting her broom, Quinn watched as Mike maneuvered his with ease. Following him out to the pool, she laughed and shook her head as she watched him ‘surf’. “You big goofball,” she commented with a grin before pausing to assess her own flying performance. “I can fly well enough, but I’m not very agile,” she decided to say to sum up her skills. “I mean, you saw me over the lake, would that be my problem?”
Lesson || Fabang
When she broke the kiss, his lips immediately tried following hers. She spoke against them and he had to concentrate really hard to hear what she was saying since their current position was so distracting. “No, we don’t have to. I don’t think anyone can come into our version of the room of requirement so…privacy and whatever.” He kissed her passionately once more then pulled away with a content grin. “Okay, let’s get on those brooms.”
Kissing back with equal passion, she grinned sheepishly up at him and nodded, casting a quick drying charm over the two of them. She felt like flying around in wet clothes wouldn’t work out very well, let alone wet underwear. Drying her hair as well, Quinn pulled her hair back into a ponytail and got back on her feet and over to the rack of practice brooms. They all looked more or less the same to her, so she looked to Mike as to what to use.
Lesson || Fabang
This wasn’t what he had expected at all from the date. He had expected them to really fly around for the night, but he sure wasn’t complaining. If Quinn wanted to make out, he was all for it. He watched every move she made attentively and pulled himself out of the water and in-between her legs. He followed her command, kissing her as soon as he was in position. He shivered slightly from the contrast of the water temperature and the cooler air now surrounding him and Quinn. It made him lean against her, seeking the body heat.
To be honest, this wasn’t what Quinn was expecting either, but she couldn’t help what came over her in her relative state of undress and through the adrenaline that came from racing Mike and winning. Reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair, Quinn kissed back fully, the water dripping from him making her want to melt beneath him. She ran her tongue along his lower lip, something she remembered from their night in the fort. Breaking the kiss softly, she murmured against his lips something that surprised even herself: “So do we have to get a little more dressed to fly around?”
Lesson || Fabang
“Yeah babe,” he replied, hands still on her thighs. “Anything.” He noticed her grin and he swallowed. He couldn’t say it enough how sexy his girl was. Especially at this moment, when her clothes were sticking to her and basically see through. He eyed her easily but made sure to keep looking up and making eye contact.
Seeing and feeling his eyes on her body, Quinn couldn’t help but feel a little thrill. Biting her lip softly, she immediately knew what to do once she saw him swallow, as if she read his mind. Wordlessly, the blonde removed her tank top to reveal her red sports bra - one she found and wore especially for him - and tossed it to the side. As for what she did next, she couldn’t quite name where she got such a move from, but she’d attribute it to the talk she and Brittany and Santana had if you were to ask her; first scooting back from the edge of the pool to give Mike room, she murmured, “Come up here and kiss me,” as she slowly spread her legs before him, not once letting her eyes leave his.
Lesson || Fabang
Mike grinned and drummed against her thighs with his fingers to a song he was humming. He thought about what his guy friends had made him do when they made bets like this. Puck made him eat an olive shake and Sam gave him a five-star on his abs. (A five star is when you slap someone on their body so hard it leaves a red mark of all five fingers.) “I’ll do anything. Except eat something funky. My stomach doesn’t do funky.”
“Oh no, goodness, nothing like that,” Quinn said quickly. “I’m not Puck or anything. I’ve heard about you guys and your dares,” she added with a bit of a grimace. The olive shake was definitely one she heard about. “So… anything?” she asked for clarification, looking down and flashing him another grin, although this one was much more on the seductive side than the mischievous side unlike the grin she flashed him before the race. She was only fleetingly aware that her tank top (and panties) were translucent when wet, just like they were now.
Lesson || Fabang
He could tell by the look on Quinn’s face that she had won. “Nah, it’s fine babe. Really. No pain no game, right?” He let her take his hand, knowing she’d worry if he didn’t prove it was fine. He made a fist then stretched his fingers out. “See? Nothing to worry about.” He rested his arms on Quinn’s legs and put his chin on top of them. “You won. What evil thing are you going to force me to do?”
Seeing Mike move his hand freely, she was thus satisfied that her man was in fact not hurt, and she grinned softly down at him. “Let’s see,” she murmured, tapping her finger on her chin. “What evil thing could I force you to do?” She thought for a moment, letting the silence (and the anticipation) drag out.
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