The morning was long, cleaning stalls, feeding and putting horses out to pastures wasn't his idea of fun, but it was a job. Quinn Miller was tall and skinny, with dark black hair the color of coal. He had just moved from the west coast to a small town in Massachusetts. A week ago he would have been hanging out with friends and having a good time, today he was sweaty and tired and all he wanted was to rest, but the morning hours moved on and so did he.
"Quinn, can you come give me a hand?" It was his boss, who was old, and he didn't get along with people well. He had heard that he had an eighteen year old daughter. Quinn was yet to see her.
"Yeah, sure." He put down the pitch fork he was working with and walked out in the stable isle, he stopped dead in his tracks. Next to where his boss was standing there was a girl, looked to be around eighteen, with blonde hair the color of sunflowers in the summer, her body was sleek and smooth, her clothes tight, but hanging loosely. Her skin the color of buttermilk. She was smiling, her smile was bright and full. He couldn't see the color of her eyes, but he knew they were beautiful. She was wearing a Beatles t-shirt, and was talking to his boss, her father, about a new foal that was just born. They were discussing names for it.
"Dad I think we should name him, Mars something."
"Give it a couple days, find out his personality. Quinn, will you go out to the back pasture and get Bingo? Thanks."
He didn't even say yes, he just grabbed the halter and lead line that was hanging from the stall marked, with a gold name plate, Bingo, and kept walking. As he got farther out, he could still hear her arguing with her father about the name of the foal. He couldn't get the image of her out of his head. He wasn't the kind of guy to fall for a girl like that, but she wasn't just any girl, she was, like a goddess, and she was also the boss's daughter. Off limits to stable boys.
On the way in from getting the old horse that could barely walk, Quinn watched all the new foals play with their mothers, and sleep in the mid-morning sun. It was hot outside already and only going to get hotter. He reached the stable, not only to find her by herself, but she was smiling at him, like she was waiting for him.
"I told him I could go out and get him myself, but he insisted that you could do it."
"I don't mind, here. He's a little stiff today, might want to help him stretch before you ride."
"I'll make sure to do that, thanks for the warning," she smiled again, "You're the new stable hand right, the one from Oregon?"
"Yeah, my names Quinn," he extended his hand, to give her the lead line, "I take it you're the boss's daughter."
"Thanks," she took the lead line, "Yeah, no one special though, my name's Aleise." She let out a laugh. He was so cute, tall, tan from working out in the fields, and his hair was like the color of the tail of her buckskin, black as coal. But she couldn't get over the color of his eyes, they were intense, bright blue, the kind where it seems like you can see through them if you tried hard enough. His lips were thin and plump, his eyebrows were thick, and shapely, light colored compared to his hair.
"Nice to meet you. Do you need help getting him ready?" now that he was close enough to tell her eyes were the color of the sky right after sundown. Dark blue on the rim and light blue-green in the middle, with a light blue ring around the pupil. They looked sad, as if she was hiding something, but happy at the same time. Her lips were full and lively.
"You too. No I got him, he gets moody. You should get back to work though, before my dad catches me talking to you. See you around though." And with that she turned and walked down the isle. He watched her walk down the isle, watching her bum as she walked. He noticed that with every move it jiggled just a little bit. It was shaped just the right way, fit from riding horses. Her legs were muscular, and long, she was still shorter then him, he was six foot two inches, she came up to about his shoulders, putting her at about five foot seven maybe eight.
She was what her father called a "free bird". She didn't want to be tied down by anyone, especially a guy that worked for her dad... but it was a possibility. As she groomed out her horse she watched him work. She knew he'd watched her walk down the isle. She had felt his eyes on her the whole time, and now, it was her turn to stare. She couldn't help it. She saw what little muscle he had in his arms flex as he picked up the buggy he just filled. How his bum filled his jeans, and how he walked. He was graceful for a guy, and she admired it.
When she got tacked up and walked out she ran into him. Not on purpose, but by accident. She felt his sweaty body on her for just a split second, and all she wanted to do was jump on him and take him down on the ground and kiss him like she had never kissed before. Sadly she held herself back.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." He looked so innocent.
"Neither was I. Isn't it time for you to take a break. You've been out here for hours."
"After two more stalls, I get to go home." He smiled then scuffed back a laugh.
"Yeah, well if I'm not back by the time you are gone, see you tomorrow, when you come to clean stalls again," smiling she added, "but before you go clean more stalls, feel like giving me a leg up?"
"Sure, why not." He helped her up and sent her on her way. Once he finished the last stalls and some various chores, he gathered his things and drove home, thinking of her the entire time.
By the time he got home it was after five o'clock. He was exhausted and smelled of the stables. He walked into his house to see all the boxes still needing to be unpacked, boxes he didn't want to touch. From the kitchen he could hear his mother bustling around. His dad was in his office on the phone, while his younger sister sat at the table doing what appeared to be math work.
"Hey Ash, whatcha doin'?" He patted her on the head and kept walking.
"Quinn, you smell! And I'm doing homework so go away." She went back to work.
"Nice to see you too. Mom, do you remember what box the bath towels are in?" he leaned against the counter and waited.
"No, I don't. Check in the living room, and if it's not in there check my room. Sorry sweetie." She went back to making dinner.
"It's okay. How was your day?" He stood up straight, "And where is Dad?"
"My day was good, how was work? And Dad is in his office fighting with the insurance company."
"The day was pretty long. So..." he trailed off, "is Dad going to grace us with his presence at all today?" Quinn and his father had never really got along. They wanted to do different things and his dad worked too much.
"Quinn, he's been working hard today, would you just TRY to get along with him. Please? And yes he's going to sit down and have dinner, and if he doesn't I'm going to make him tomorrow."
"That's what you said the last four nights." He started to walk out of the kitchen, and then stopped. Turned around, "I'm sorry, but the whole reason for moving here was so he would change, and he hasn't changed. He will never change." Then he walked out.
"Quinn, come back here!"
But he kept walking. He hated watching his mom be so unhappy. He went and found the towels then headed up stairs. He took his shower then walked across the hall to his room, which was also full of boxes. These, however, were empty boxes, as he had already unpacked his clothes. He had already arranged his posters on the wall and had set up his radio.
"QUINN DINNER!" his sister had the biggest mouth he had ever heard.
"Be down in a minute!" He got dressed then headed back down the stairs. All he was wearing was a pair of basketball shorts, no need for a shirt, only at home right.
"Gross! Don't you know what a shirt is?" asked Ashlynn as she was setting the table. His mother was putting out the food, while his father sat there waiting for dinner to be over; most likely so he could go lock himself away in his office again.
"Shut up midget. Nice to see you dad." He sat down
"How's the new job going? I heard that barn has a really good riding program, maybe you can put in a word for your sister, so she can start riding again. Would you like to do that Ash?" His dad smiled at his sister like she was an angel.
"I would love that. Can you ask for me Quinn?" Ashlynn smiled at him, it made him want to throw up.
"How about you go there and ask yourself. I have work to do, I don't have time to ask my boss for favors to help out my brat sister." He started to get back up to leave, he didn't want to deal with his father and his sister.
"Don't you get up young man." His mom was the only one in his family that understood how he felt. "You're going to have dinner with the rest of us, and Ashlynn we'll go find a barn for you to ride at, one where your brother is not working. Okay?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to deal with him more then I already have to," Ashlynn gave him a smirk, "Plus I heard that barn isn't very good anyway." She gave him another smirk.
After dinner Quinn helped his mom with the dishes while his dad and sister sat at the table talking about all the old riding shows she had been in, and how they missed their old house. Quinn looked at his mom who seemed to be ignoring them. He didn't know how she did it. When he was done he walked back up to his room and turned up his radio. He took out his old electric guitar and started to act like he was playing along with the band coming out of the speakers. Soon after that, he turned down the radio and went to bed. The whole time, thinking of the blonde hair girl he had met just that day, wondering if she would be there the next day.
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The whole day was just a blur to her. How could her dad hire someone that hot? How can she concentrate on riding with him around? She knew she couldn't say anything to her dad, because he would get rid of him in a heartbeat. Her dad didn't believe in being able to date and still keep up with riding at the same time. She didn't care, he was hot, sexy even, and she wanted him. She would do anything to get him.
"Aleise, do you feel like working Mora for me today?" Her dad disrupted her thinking.
"What?" She turned around, "Yeah I can work her today." She reached over and grabbed the halter and lead line and started walking. "Hey dad, where's the new stable boy?"
"He's out washing buckets. Why?" He looked at her funny.
"Just wondering, haven't seen him today, and I'm surprised you didn't have him go and get Mora for me." Not that she wanted her dad to make him go get the horse, she just hadn't seen him all day, and was truly wondering where he was.
"No, you go get Mora, and work her. She needs to be worked she's starting to get fat." Then he walked off.
Sure enough, when she walked out of the stable she saw him sitting on one bucket scrubbing another one. He looked kind of funny when he did it. He had headphones on, and it looked like he was singing along with what ever he was listening too. She could tell by the way his was moving his head he was listening to rock. Guess she would have to find out.
She walked over and stood in front of him, waiting for him to realize she was standing there. Holding the halter and lead line on her shoulder she put her hands on her hips and kicked out on leg, like she was mad. That's when he looked up.
"Shhhh... what the hell?!" He took off his headphones. "Do you need me to do something?"
She started laughing, "No, I was just on my way to go get Mora, and saw you working really hard on those buckets. What are you listening too?"
"Skynyrd. Which ones Mora?"
"Wow, classics, she's the Friesian filly. The spoiled one," She smiled. "What song?"
"Free Bird. You know Skynyrd? A little young don't you think." He laughed.
"A little old don't you think? Yeah, I know Skynyrd, hence my cat named Lynyrd. How old are you anyway?" She just had to know, making sure he wasn't too young for her.
"Twenty-one, yeah I know, older then what you expected." He went back to scrubbing buckets.
"Oh, so you moved here from Oregon, for what reason?" she felt like a bitch, she had to ask though.
"Moved with my parents, I don't know what my mom would do without me." He didn't even look up at her to say that. He was still scrubbing that damn bucket. "My dad and my sister aren't any help, my mom's sick so I take care of her and anything else that needs to be done." She didn't expect to get that kind of answer out of him. He was so open about it.
"Oh, Well I'll let you go back to work," She started to walk off, and then stopped. "I'm sorry to hear your mom's sick. If you ever want to talk."
"Yeah, thanks." That's all he said, he put his headphones back on and went on with scrubbing buckets.
She went and got Mora, the young Friesian filly, brushed her out then tacked her up and got ready to go. She turned around to walk out and he was standing there watching her. She smiled at him, he smiled back. She looked at his eyes, they weren't as bright as they were yesterday, and they seemed dark and distant like he was hiding something. They looked like they had pain, like he was hurting and needed to get out how he felt, but couldn't. He was leaning against the wall holding something in his hand. She unhooked Mora from the cross ties and stated leading her towards him. She walked by him slowly, he was holding, what looked like a picture. She just kept walking.
"She has cancer," She stopped, "We found out when I was eighteen. The worst hasn't hit yet, but we still don't know how much longer she's going to last." He was looking at her, "My dad is in denial about it, my sister doesn't understand, I try to be strong for all of us, my mom doesn't want me to be, but I can't see myself not being strong for her." She looked at him. He had tears in his eyes, they were brighter, like the tears were making them shine more then they already did.
"Quinn, I'm so sorry. I know what its like to lose your mom. Mine passed away when I was ten. I thought my world came to an end. I guess I was too young to realize what it would be like, but growing up with only my dad, and horses, I found a way to get over it." She walked over to him and rubbed his arm. He was warm, she wanted to hug him, but didn't know how he would take it. "Do you ride? I mean horses."
"Use to. My sister's the only one that has carried on with it. Why?"
"Let me go get Bingo, go for a ride with me, I want to show you something."
"Okay, here, I'll go get him. Meet you outside." He grabbed Bingo's halter and lead line, walked out, the old bay Quarter horse gelding, with a white blaze down his face and brought him back. When he walked back in, Mora was hooked to the cross ties again and Aleise was standing in the isle with the bag of brushes in her hand. "I told you I would meet you outside." He smiled.
"I know, I'm stubborn, you'll get use to it." She started brushing out Bingo's neck, then his chest. He grabbed the other soft brush and started working on the other side, working his way down to the horse's rump. When they were both done, she left to get the riding gear. He didn't want her to have to carry all of it, so he went to help her. He reached the tack room, only to be grabbed by her and slammed against the wall and kissed. He was shocked at first, after the shock was done, and she pulled her lips from him, he smiled and reached down rubbed her chin with his hand. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, this time both of them were in on the action.
Her lips were soft, and warm. She was pressing her body close to him. He took his left hand and put it in the middle of her back, trying to bring her as close to him as he could get her. His right hand playing with the back of her golden hair, twirling it in his fingers.
They heard the horses stir, so they quickly broke apart, staring at each other. Aleise poked her head out the door and looked around, and then she started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" he looked at her like she was crazy.
"No one's out there, the horses are just getting impatient. Let's go before one of them has a breakdown." She started walking out the door, and then she realized she forgot what she went in there for, and grabbed the bridle. "Can you get the saddle? It's too heavy for me." She smiled then walked out the door.
Shaking his head he grabbed the saddle, and walked out behind her. She had Bingo's head out of his halter and was putting on the bridal when he walked up and started putting on the saddle. After he got the saddle on he looked up and saw her dad walking through the wide door. Her dad looked pissed.
She looked up, "Hi dad, I thought you were going to be in town the rest of the day."
"I haven't left yet. What are you doing?"
"I thought Quinn might want to go ride, and Bingo needed to be worked. Why not kill two birds with one stone right?" she looked back a Quinn and smiled.
"Oh, I guess that's not a problem. Just stay away from the lake. I know what you do up there, and I don't want that happening." Then the turned around and walked off.
"That was close." She looked at him and smiled again, "Ready?"
"Yeah, what happens at the lake?" He just had to know. "Why doesn't your dad want you going there, and where are we going?"
"Stop asking questions," she unhooked Bingo from the cross ties, and handed him the reigns, and then she walked over and unhooked Mora, and started walking out. "You'll find out." She kept walking, when she got outside, she stopped and mounted, looked back to see if he was coming. He was right behind her shaking his head. When he got next to her, he did the same, adjusting himself when he got up.
"It's been awhile since I did this." He looked at her she was smiling at him. "What?"
"Nothing, you'll be fine, it'll all come back to you. You look hot on a horse." She kicked Mora into a walk and started laughing. He did the same to Bingo, he just wasn't laughing.
They went through a bunch of trails, talking about family, and their moms. He found out that her mom was killed in a car accident and her father never let her do anything except go to school and ride horses. She knew her dad missed her mom, and that he didn't want anything to happen to her, but she wanted more space. Her dad didn't understand that. He told her about the day he found out his mom had cancer, which was also the day he gave up on a lot of things. He was only eighteen then, and the typical teenager, maybe worse. He told her about his old drug and drinking habits, and how he gave up on all of the things he use to love. They talked for about a half hour about everything that was going on.
"Where are we going?" He had been lost since they left the stable.
"We're almost there. It just around this corner." She smiled at him. He couldn't get over it. It was so, beautiful, it was warm and bright. "Here." She stopped Mora and dismounted. "We have to walk from here." He dismounted and fallowed her. The path was slender, and there were trees all over the place. When the got through the thick trees it opened up to a lake, the lake they weren't supposed to be at. "This was my mom's favorite place to go. She use to bring me here all the time when I was younger."
The lake wasn't very big, there were lily pads and flowers all over the place. The trees hid it very well, the trees opened up at the top and let the sun float on the top of the water. Butterflies and other insects flew around, hopping from one flower to the next. Aleise walked over to where there was a tree branch hanging down and tied Mora to it, then reached and took the reigns from him, and tied Bingo the same way. She walked over to him and took his hand.
"I want to show you something. The real reason my dad doesn't want me to come here." She walked over to an opening in the trees and bushes. There was a bench with the words 'We'll always love you' written in it. "My mom loved this spot. My dad thinks I come here to be bad, but I only come here to look at the lake and be alone. He doesn't know this is here."
She sat down, he sat next to her and put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder. They were still holding hands, she was playing with his long boney fingers with her soft ones. They sat there for about ten minutes in just silence. He didn't mind the silence, it was kind of nice. Then she sat up, looked at him, and then lay back down on his shoulder.
"You're dad will be pissed if he knew we were here." He laughed, "But for some reason I don't think you really care."
"I'm a rebel." She started laughing. "I'm too much like my mother to listen to him. He knows that." She sat back up and looked at him. She leaned in and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. She took her hands and put them around his neck, moving closer to him. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her as close to him as he could get her, he didn't want to let her go. They stayed that way for what seemed to be hours. Then they broke apart and she lay back on his shoulder again. They sat there for about fifteen minutes, then her phone started ringing.
"Hello? Oh hey Jen, what's up?" she looked at him and smiled. "Hey can I call you back later, I'm kind of busy, No I'm not going to tell you what I'm doing. I'll call you back. Okay, bye." She hung up the phone. "Sorry, Jen can be really, well yeah."
"Hey, I would want to know what you were doing too." He smiled. "But I know what you're doing, I guess it doesn't matter." She softly punched him. "Ow what was that was for?"
"For being a dork that's what it was for. She doesn't need to know what I'm doing. No one does." She looked out at the lake again.
"Are you trying to seduce me? 'Cause if you are, that might not be allowed." He started laughing.
"No, why would I want to try to, when I know I can." She laughed, he started shaking his head, "Why are you shaking your head?"
"I don't seduce girls on first dates. And you're the boss's daughter. I don't think I would be able to. Nothing against you."
"I know it's my dad. But what if he never found out?" she looked at him with a serious face, "Not that I want you to seduce me or anything."
"I have a feeling that you're going to make me promise not to tell him we were here." He started to get up. She pulled him back down. "We better get going. I have to bring in horses before I can leave."
"I'll help you bring them in, just stay here a little bit longer. Please?" She looked at him, he looked back at her. His eyes were kind, she didn't want to go back to pretending she didn't want to be with him. As long as she had him here, she could be with him. She didn't want to go back so soon.
"Fine." He leaned back again. "But you have to help me bring in the horses."
"Okay." She lay back on his shoulder and took his hand in hers. They sat there till the sun started to go down, "We should go. It's getting late."
"I agree." He got up, helped her up then went and got the horses. After they got through the small path they both mounted and headed down the other path on the way to the barn. By the time they got there the sun was almost down, so they had to hurry up and get the horses in for the night. Her dad wasn't yet home so they didn't have to worry about him finding out they were gone all day.
"You want to stay for dinner? My dad's not going to be home 'til late and I don't want to be alone." She was leaning against Mora's stall door, he was sitting on the bail of hay on the ground next to her. She was playing with his hair, running her fingers through it. "I make some wicked good spaghetti." She started laughing.
"You won me at dinner." He got up and hugged her. "Spaghetti sounds great." He took her hand, "Lead the way."
"Such a gentleman!" she started walking then stopped. Her dad was standing in the doorway with a look of disgust on his face. "Daddy! What are you doing home? I thought you weren't going to be home till late."
"I came home early, what is this? Aleise, let go of his hand. Quinn, you need to go home. See you tomorrow when you come back for work. Aleise in the house now!" He walked out. Aleise let go of Quinn's hand and followed her dad. She looked back at him with tears in her eyes. He wanted so badly just to walk up to her and hug her, and never let go. But he knew he couldn't. He turned and went to finish up for the night. He closed the back doors, shut off the lights, then got in his car and drove home.
When he got home his mom was doing the dishes, and his sister was on the computer. His dad was no where he could see. He walked over and hugged his mom then turned around to leave again.
"Have you eaten, you look pale. Why are you getting home so late?"
"No I haven't eaten. I went riding, didn't get back 'til late. Sorry. I should've called." He sat down.
"It's okay. You're riding again? That's great babe. Here let me make you some dinner." His mom started to pull out food, to make him dinner.
"No mom, I'm not hungry. I'm just gonna go take a shower and go to bed. 'night." He got up and started to leave when his dad walked in. "Hi dad."
"Did I hear you're riding again? That's great Quinn, I knew that job would get you back up in the saddle." He dad patted him on the shoulder.
"Just one day, that's all. It was nothing. They needed a horse to be worked and I was the only one around to do it. That's all. Aleise couldn't ride two horses at once."
"Who's Aleise? One day can turn into more. Maybe you'll ride more then. That's a good thing."
"Mr. Elliot's daughter. No one day won't turn into more. I don't ride anymore. One day doesn't change anything. Now, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed. Good-night." He walked past his dad and headed up stairs. He found another towel and headed for the shower. After he got out of the shower, he put in his Lynyrd Skynyrd CD and turned up the radio. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He heard the door bell ring, then his sister answer it. He wondered who would be knocking on the door at eight o'clock at night. He heard someone walking up the stairs then a knock on his door.
He got up to answer it. When he opened the door he saw Aleise was on the other side.
"What are you doing here? I..." He noticed she was holding his sweatshirt and hat. He must have forgotten them. "Oh, does your dad know you're here?"
"I don't care if he does or not. You forgot these. Thought I would bring them to you." She was looking at him weird, then he realized what he was wearing. He only had on a pair of shorts. "You want some company?"
He smiled, "Sure." He opened the door so she could come in. He went and found a shirt out of the laundry pile and pulled it on. She was looking around his room, looking through his CD's then looked on his shelves. She was looking at the picture of him when he was about nine, on his old horse holding a blue ribbon.
She looked back at him, "You use to show. Why'd you quit?"
He looked at the picture, picked it up then looked at her. "I don't know. Once Ashlynn started riding, I didn't feel like it anymore. I told my dad to sell this horse that I didn't want him anymore. So he gave him to my sister. She rode him till he got sick. Once we had to put him down, I swore I would never ride again in my life."
"Does Ashlynn still ride?" She moved and sat on his bed.
"Not since we moved. My dad wanted me to ask your dad if she could start riding there, but I told them I wouldn't ask."
"Why not. I could always use the riding help around there."
"You don't want her riding. She pushes horses too roughly. Plus I don't want to deal with her more then I have to." He sat next to her on the bed and laid back.
"Oh, well I don't think she realized who I was when I knocked on the door." She laid down too, laying her head on his chest and draping her arm over his stomach. "I guess that's a good thing. Plus she wouldn't be any good dressage." She smiled up at him. She laid her head back down.
Before he knew it they were both asleep. He woke up to his sister pounding on his door. She stirred, but didn't wake up.
"Quinn! Open the door you butt munch!" She stared pounding on the door again.
"Ashlynn shut up, you little brat." He got out of the bed, trying not to wake up Aleise. He walked over to the door and opened it. "What the hell do you want?!"
"Dad says your friend has to go home. It's almost eleven o'clock." She turned around and walked away. "Glad to see you know what a shirt is."
"Go to hell brat." He shut the door. When he turned around Aleise was sitting up rubbing her eyes, "Sorry, my sister's a little loud. You okay?" he went over and sat down.
"Yeah I'm fine, now I should be getting home. It's late and I know I'm gonna get in trouble for walking out. How long were we out?"
"A couple hours maybe. I'll walk you out." She stood up the sat back down again. "Are you sure you're okay? I don't want you driving home like this." He was still sitting next to her. She put her head on his shoulder. He looked at her, she closed her eyes again. "Stay here, I'll be back." He walked out. She could hear him talking with his mom and dad. She couldn't make out the words. He walked back in and handed her some clothes.
"What's this, basketball shorts and Zeppelin?" she smiled.
"My parents said you can stay here. As long as I don't pull anything on you, sound good?" he looked at her, then smiled.
"Yeah, now turn around so I can wear your clothes." She smiled when he turned around and started messing with his computer, turning it on. "Okay, you can look now." He turned to look at her, man she looked good in his clothes. She was lying on his bed smiling. "Why'd you turn that on?"
He was still looking at her, he just smiled. "You'll see I want to show you something."
"Show me something?" she sat up, "does that mean I have to get up?"
He looked back at her, "Only if you want to, otherwise I think you can see from the bed." He was leaning over the computer chair. "Hold on I have to find it."
"What are you looking for?" she stood up and walked over to him. "Your shorts are too big for me" She smiled.
"You expected them to be as tight as tight as your pants? Here sit down," he moved to the side so she could sit. She sat then turned to face him. "You're gonna want to turn the other way" He said shaking his head.
"What if I don't want to turn around? I like the view from here better anyway." She laughed then turned around. On the computer there was a picture of a small boy sitting on a beautiful buckskin horse. The little boy was wearing a cowboy hat that was covering his eyes and wearing show clothes. He was smiling and holding up a pink show ribbon. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, my very first show. The horse's name is Buck, he was my grandfather's."
"Was your grandfathers? You're really proud of that pink ribbon. You do know that it's only a fifth place right." She turned around and faced him again smiling at him.
"Yes I do know that, I was seven and it was a class of twenty people. Buck and my grandfather both passed on." He leaned over her and closed down the computer then stood back up looking down at her.
"Oh, I see. Well smartass, can we go back to bed?" She yawned and stood up leaning against him. "I'm gonna fall asleep on you if you don't watch it."
"Yes, can you walk or do I need to carry you?" he started laughing, "It is only to the bed."
"I can walk to the bed, unless you want to carry me, which works too. Are we sharing the bed, or are you sleeping on the floor?" they were still standing together. She was looking up at him, he was a lot taller then she was.
"Sharing the bed," He moved his arm so it was around her waist and headed to the bed. He laid down against the wall she followed him. "I don't do floors." She laid next to him and rested her head on his chest and draped her arm over his stomach. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, her hair smelled like roses and horses.
She buried her nose into his chest and inhaled, "You smell really, really good." He scuffed then started rubbing her arm softly.
"So do you. You should sleep, it's been a long day and we have to up early to go back to the barn and work." She looked up at him, "Sleep is a good thing." He kissed her forehead. She moved her hand to his chest, and started moving her index finger in little circles. "Don't do that..." he trailed off.
"Feel good?" she laughed quietly. He looked down at her, she leaned up and they started kissing, her finger still working little soft circle over his chest. He moved one of his hands to the middle of her back and the other to her stomach and sat up a little bit laying on her just a little. With ever little kiss they gave, he could taste her. He could feel her pressing herself against him. He pulled her closer to him, he felt her start to nibble on his lower lip, that one little move set off some fireworks in his soul.
He could feel himself heating up. The swell in his pants told both of them how he was feeling. He broke apart from her, and rolled over onto his back. He didn't want to get all hot and bothered and not be able to do anything. She sat up and looked at him curiously. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just don't want to take it that far. What if our parents found out..." he trialed off "I just don't to lose you." He didn't want to get close to her then lose her because of her father. His parents, mostly his father, would never forgive him for seducing a girl in the house.
"You could never go too far Quinn, screw our parents, I don't care if my dad finds out you slept with me, what's the worst he can do fire you. He will never be able to keep me away from you. I like you too much to let my father come between us." She leaned over him and made him look at her. "You do realize that don't you. God Quinn, I don't do this with every guy that works at the barn, you're special to me."
"I do realize that." He looked at her. "It's not just your father, it's mine too."
"Quinn, don't let them get to you. Parents are way to protective." She kissed him. He couldn't help but kiss her back, she sat back up, "I don't want to lose you."
"And you think I want to lose you. I move here and you're the first person to talk to me. I don't want to lose you, I don't even know if I HAD you."
"You had me when you walked up to me and handed me the lead line." She smiled, "Now, if you want more of me. Take me now before I change my mind."
He rolled over taking her with him, kissing her. Her hands went up his stomach bringing his shirt with them, she helped him get off his shirt. They broke up the kiss long enough to get the shirt over his head. He reached down and rubbed her breast through the t-shirt, his hand traveled down and up her shirt. She arched her back, his hands were cold, but they felt good on her stomach. He helped her get the shirt she was wearing off, and then he tossed it behind him. He moved his head, kissing her neck then working his way down to her bare chest. She moaned with pleasure. She was rubbing his back with her hands lightly. He moved back up and found her mouth, kissing her with passion.
He could feel her chest against his, her skin was soft and her nipples were hard. He moved his right hand down her stomach and under the shorts. He felt her heat and wetness as his hand went under her panties. The feel of his hands on her mound made her arched her back again, she kissed him even harder, and moaned.
She could feel him on her, all over, his erection was hard and by what she could tell big. She had only slept with one other guy and that was he ex-boyfriend a long time ago. She wanted him to do more to her then just kiss and touch her, but she also liked that he was taking his time. He moved his mouth slowly over her body, leaving little kisses he worked his way down. He took his hand out of her shorts and looked up at her.
"Don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop" He continued to look at her, "What?"
"I'm surprised I got you this far." He smiled then started kissing her stomach. She started to laugh, "Tickle? I can stop if you want me to."
"No don't stop, I thought we went over that part already." He smiled and kissed her. She wanted him to not worry about anything and just do whatever he wanted to do to her. It was like he was reading her mind, because he started kissing his way down her stomach. He took his hands and rubbed her rounded breasts, one in each hand. He slowly moved his hands down her stomach and latched onto the rim of the shorts and her panties, slowly taking them off. She lifted up her behind so he could slip off both shorts and panties. Once he got them off he worked his way down to her mound. He could feel her wetness as he kissed her. She moaned and moved a little. He stopped, then he lightly kissed her there again, she moaned some more.
"You have to keep that stuff down, just a little." He smiled. She just nodded. "Okay, I won't stop anymore." He started to kiss her more, the more he kissed her the more she moved and tried to keep her moans down to a whisper.
After a while he moved back up and kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She moved her legs so the parted, he found his place between them. He still had his shorts on, she removed her hands from around his neck and removed his shorts.
"I want you." That's all she had to say. He moved slowly, trying not to hurt her. She moaned a little bit, he paused, just inside her. "Don't stop, please, don't stop" she said, she sounded out of breath. He moved slowly again, working his way in her. She was tighter then he expected, but she felt good. The throbbing in his erection was getting to him. He pushed a little more the started to pull out, she moaned. He couldn't tell if it was a pleasure moan or a painful one. He went back in again, still going slowly, he didn't want to hurt her.
After a while, of the same thing over and over again, he asked her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You can speed up a little if you want. You don't have to worry about hurting me." She was out of breath, but she seemed to be having fun. He sped up a little. She wrapped her legs around him and scratched down his back with her finger nails, which sent him up the wall. He could feel his and her climax coming. Not long after he fell on her in a steaming heap.
"That was..."
She cut him off, "Great!"
He started laughing, and rolled off, she laid her head on his chest and hung one of her legs over his so that her knee and shin fell between his legs.
"Have you ever done that before?" He didn't know if she was a virgin or not.
"Once, but it was a long time ago, and with an ex of mine. Didn't mean anything." She looked up at him, then added, "He wasn't as good as you." She laid her head back down.
"Glad to hear that. I guess." He kissed the top of her head. He looked over at the clock, "Damn, it's past midnight."
"Well then I guess it's time for bed." She rolled over and found her shorts that some how ended up on the computer chair, and the shirt ended up by the door. His shorts were at the end of the bed, she threw them at him. "Put those back on so we don't get in trouble." She got dressed then laid back down, putting her head back on his chest. She looked up and kissed him, "Night."
"Night." He kissed her forehead. "See you in the morning."
The next morning the alarm clock seemed to be louder then its normal loudness. He reached over and shut it off. Sometime in the night they rolled over so he was lying behind her with his arm around her. He kissed her lightly, she stirred then looked up at him.
"Good Morning." He smiled at her. His eyes were shiny and bright.
"Good Morning, you seem really happy today." She rubbed her eyes, and looked at the clock. "For Christ sake, it's six thirty in the morning!"
He laughed, "Yeah and it's time to go to work." He got up and started to get dressed. Someone knocked on the door. He turned around and answered it. It was his mom. "Morning Mom." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning honey, Good Morning Aleise, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, thank you for letting me stay over." She got up and looked for the real clothes she took off last night.
"Anytime, Quinn can I talk to you?" She walked away from the door, he followed her out.
"What's up?" he leaned against the wall.
"I think you know what's up. I told you not to do anything bad with her, and what do I hear you two doing last night?" he looked at the ground, "Yes sir I heard you two. Be thankful your dad didn't hear you, otherwise your door would have been beaten down."
"Don't tell dad?" He looked at her, "Mom, don't be mad, I know what we did last night shouldn't have happened, but what I feel for Aleise is different, she's not just any girl. I really like her."
"That doesn't matter, Quinn, you shouldn't have slept with her in the first place. If her father finds out, you can lose your job, then your father would never talk to you again."
"I know that, but I don't care if I lose my job, and if Dad doesn't want me in the house, I'm not going to stop seeing her. No one can stop me!" He walked off, and went back in his room. Aleise was dressed and sitting on his bed, looking at the door. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed then we'll go."
"I should go before you so that my dad doesn't know I was with you. I'll see you at the barn okay." She walked over and kissed him, "Did you really mean all that?"
"Yeah I did. I don't care what anyone thinks. I want to be with you, and I know you want to be with me too. Screw parents, they're just gonna have to get use to it." He kissed her forehead, "See you at the barn."
She started to walk out, "Hey Quinn."
"Yeah." he looked at her.
"I think I love you." Then she walked out.
He smiled. "I think I love you too."
A few days later, Quinn walked into the barn. Three days had gone by, and Aleise's father hadn't said a word to him about them being together. Off and on through out the days, he and Aleise would sneak off and hide behind random doors, barns, trees, bails of hay, just so they could be together.
Quinn smiled to himself, he never thought that he could ever be happy again. Now that Aleise was in his life, he couldn't get her off his mind. Her smile taunted him throughout the day. He still couldn't get over what they did that night she stayed at his house, after her father had caught them together. It was simple to avoid her father, he wasn't around much anyway. But hiding from the other stable workers, and trying to be with Aleise at the barn was a different story.
"Hey Quinn, Can you give me a hand with this?" Aleise was standing out side the tack room smiling at him.
"What would that be, and what the hell are you smiling at?" He walked over to her looking over his shoulder and behind her to make sure no one was around.
"I have an itch on my lip, think you can get rid of it?" she smiled at him with a devilish look in her eyes.
Leaning down, he kissed her lips lightly. Then stood back smiling down at her. "That better?"
"No, its still there. I think I need another one." she started laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He ran is tongue over her lower lip, she parted her lips and drew her into a deeper kiss. Their tongues tangled together as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. She started walking backwards and leaned against the wall. They were so distracted by the kiss that they didn't notice Ian, one of the other stable boys walk in. Ian cleared his throat and Quinn slowly lifted his head. Aleise smiled and gave a little laugh as Ian walked by them.
"Yeah, I think that one got it." Aleise laughed. "Hey Ian, can you not..."
"Tell anyone about your little, kiss?" Ian walked into the tack room, grabbed a saddle and stood in the doorway, "Yeah, it'll be our little secret."
"Yeah, thanks. Anyway, I was about to go for a ride, Quinn, you wanna join me?"
Quinn looked at Aleise, then at Ian, "Uhm, I have some things to do around here, sorry."
"No it's cool. I'll see you when I get back." She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Later Ian."
"See you around Aleise. Hey Quinn, you might as well go with her, I mean, I'm sure whatever you were going to do can wait." Ian smiled and nodded at both of them.
Aleise looked at Quinn and a small smile started at the corner of her lips, "Yeah, you might as well. He is right, I'm sure it can wait," she smiled at looked down towards his groin, "But I don't think that can wait."
Quinn slowly looked down, he was too busy worrying about Ian catching them he didn't notice the growing erection in his pants. He swallowed heavily and looked up at Aleise, who was smiling at him. "No I don't think that can wait either. But I don't think I can ride like that."
"Well, we'll have to fix that. What do you think?" She wrapped her arms around his neck again and lightly kissed him on the lips.
Quinn smiled, "And how do you think we're going to get rid of that?" he wrapped his hands around her waist. "What's going on in the head of yours?"
Aleise let go of his neck and grabbed his hand. She started walking towards her house. "I'll just show you. That sound a good plan?"
"Aleise, why are you going towards the house, we can't go in there," Quinn looked around to make sure no one saw them. "Aleise, I mean it, we can't go in the house, what if your dad comes home?"
She turned around and looked at him. "My dad is out of town and won't be home for a couple more days, No one is in the house, and I'm not going to get caught twice in one day. Now, stop being a baby, and just fallow me." She turned back around and started walking again. She stopped and opened the door. They walked into the kitchen, Aleise let go of Quinn's hand, he looked around for a minute. The kitchen was done in roosters and chickens. The counter tops were granite, there was a table with 4 chairs around it. The table was covered with papers Quinn looked at them then looked at Aleise, who was leaning against the wall at the opening of the kitchen.
"Dads paperwork," she looked over to the table, "We don't eat there unless we have company over. Come on, we have something to do before you go back to cleaning buckets." She tuned and headed up the stairs. Quinn fallowed her up the stairs. She stopped and waited for him at the top. Pictures of horses, lined both sides of the stair wall. Quinn stopped and looked at a picture with a little girl in pigtails holding the lead line of a Clydesdale, a woman stood behind her, a wide smile on her face. The horse had a blue ribbon attached to its halter.
Quinn looked up at Aleise, who was watching him, "Is that you?" he looked back at the picture.
"Yeah, me and my mom. I think I was about, seven in the picture. The horse was hers. Big ol' boy." She walked down to the step just above him. "Dad sold him after she died. Said he couldn't stand having that big old horse around for no reason," She grabbed his hand, "Come on, enough of memory lane for one day."
Quinn fallowed her up the rest of the stairs and into her room. The walls were decorated with even more pictures of horses, some ribbons and a shelf full of trophies. On one wall there were posters of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Pink Floyd, and Led Zeppelin. Aleise walked over and sat on the bed.
Quinn looked at her and smiled, "I never thought your room would be like this."
"How'd you think it would look?" she stood and walked over to him. "Bet you thought it would be all girly and shit."
Quinn chuckled, "Yeah that says it all right there." He grabbed her hand, "Now, what did you bring me up here for?"
Aleise turned and walked towards the bed, dragging him along with her. She stopped at the bed and pushed him down on it, then she straddled him leaning forward to kiss him. "I can't get the thoughts of the other night out of my head. As hard as I try, I can't seem to not think of it." She kissed him again, this time taking his lower lip and nibbling on it.
"Okay, you have my attention." He said against her lips.
"Good," she kissed him deeply, he ran his tongue over the lower lip and parted her lips. Their tongues danced, as Aleise started to rock back and forth. She could feel his shaft growing bigger, straining against the fabric of his clothes. She moved and kissed his jaw line, then his ear. Quinn growled and rubbed his hands down her back, he grabbed the him of her t-shirt and lifted it up, Aleise sat up and helped him get it up over her head. He cupped her breasts in his hand through her riding bra. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her chest. Aleise reached down and pulled off her bra. Quinn stared at her for a few seconds, taking in the site of her. Aleise ran her finger through his hair as he took in one of her nipples, sucking on it 'til it peaked.
Aleise moaned, "You're going to drive me crazy you know that," Quinn just smiled at her, "And you're going to enjoy it, aren't you?" Aleise grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to her and kissed him. Quinn rubbed him hands on her naked back, he loved the feel of her skin. It was soft against his rough hands.
Quinn leaned his head back and gave her a small smile, "You know I enjoy it, but you enjoy it as much as I do." He kissed her neck, then drew her other nipple into his mouth. Aleise arched into him and a tiny sigh slipped out of her mouth.
Aleise reached down and grabbed the bottom of Quinn's shirt, ripping it over his head. She pushed him back onto the bed and started rubbing his bare chest. She fallowed her hands with her tongue, teasing at his nipples, then slowly kissing her way down his stomach. Quinn growled deep in the throat and ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel his erection pressing against his jeans, and it was starting to drive him insane. As Aleise started working her way back up his chest and to his neck, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over. She smiled up at him and rubbed his chest.
Quinn reached between them and undid her pants, and then pulled them down and threw them on the floor. Then he put his thumbs under the waist band of her panties and slowly drug them down and soon they too were on the floor. Quinn looked down at her, and smiled. He slowly reached up and cupped her breast with his hands, then leaned down and kissed each nipple. He made a trail of kisses, fallowing each kiss with his tongue, down her stomach. He looked back at her when he reached her mound. He could tell she was ready for whatever they were about to do, he could see her glistening in the light. He kissed the spot between her belly button and her mound, she arched her back into him. He continued to work his way down 'til he came to the slit of her pussy. He laid a tiny kiss on the top, then took his finger and spread her. He slowly ran his tongue over her clitoris, she arched her back and smiled. He took that as his cue to continue. He licked her clit one more time, and then ran his tongue the length of her. Quinn could taste her with every little lick he took. As he pressed into her with his mouth, a small cry slipped out of her mouth, and sent her body jolting forward. He opened her up and flicked his tongue over her clit again. He teased at her clit 'til she moaned with impatience. He then pulled her closer to him, his opened mouth all over her, his tongue swirled and stroked her sensitive flesh.
Aleise cried out in pleasure, as Quinn took his tongue and drove it into her sweet opening. She ran her hands through his hair and grabbed a handful of it. She gently pulled him up to her mouth and kissed him long and deep. She could taste herself in his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck. Quinn ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her jaw line. Aleise ran her hands down his back and around his stomach. She undid his pants and pushed them down. Quinn stood up and kicked them off. Aleise sat up and kissed his stomach, then ran her fingers under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and worked them down. Quinn sucked in a deep breath as Aleise's hand touched the tip of his aching erection. She smiled up at him and let his boxer-briefs fall to the floor, Quinn kicked them off and they landed next to his pants on the floor.
Aleise smiled up at Quinn, "Two can play this game you know," she grabbed his cock and flicked her tongue over the tip. Quinn sucked in a breath and held it there. Aleise flicked her tongue over the tip again, then she blew lightly over it.
Quinn let out his breath, "That's not fair."
Aleise put the tip of his cock in her mouth and slowly ran her tongue over it. She could hear his breathing quickening as she ran her tongue over the tip again, and again. She took him out of her mouth, and smiled up at him.
Quinn let out a long breath, "I don't like this game anymore."
Aleise chuckled, "Let see how you like this," she took him all the way into her mouth, well as far as she could take him, then she slowly let him out. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and up over the side before taking him in her mouth again. Quinn sucked in another breath and held it in, running his hands through her hair he looked down at her. Aleise started bobbing her head in a smooth rhythm, driving him crazy. Quinn pulled on her hair, moving her head away from him. She smiled up at him and ran her hands down his chest and back up again, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his stomach fallowing the kiss with her tongue.
"You're going to drive me crazy doing that," Quinn pushed her down on the bed, "Now that you've started something, we might as well finish it, right?" he lay down on top of her and settled between her legs. Aleise wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her arms to his shoulders.
"I hope those buckets don't need to be scrubbed right away," She said while moving her hand down the grab his throbbing erection, "I have a feeling this is going to take a while." She glided him into her wet and aroused opening. Once the tip of his penis was in her opening she moved her hand back up to his shoulder. She shuddered as Quinn moved deeper inside her. She could feel him, all of his hard, throbbing heat. She could feel the tip of his penis to the point where he couldn't go forward and farther.
Aleise drew in a deep breath and held it. Quinn stayed buried inside her for a moment, letting her body get use to having him in there. When he felt her let out her breath he began to move back out, only to get half way and go forward again. Quinn found a steady rhythm and stayed with it. Aleise rocked with him, meeting him with every thrust. She ran her hands down his back, working her index finger in tiny circles in the small of his back. Quinn picked up the pace, moving in and out of her with more of a thrust. He could feel both his and her climax building with every movement he made. He didn't want to release himself yet, he wanted them both to hit that sweet spot a release together. He felt her tighten around him, with that he let go, thrusting into her a couple more times, letting her milk him. Aleise let out a few little moans and wrapped her arms around his neck. Quinn lay down and nuzzled his head into her neck. The last of the spasms from his orgasm leaving him breathless and tired.
Quinn rolled off and laid next to Aleise, his breathing finally coming down, and his heartbeat returning to normal. Aleise rolled over onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. She rested her arm on his chest and started moving her finger in circles.
"You start doing that, you know what's going to happen." Quinn closed his eyes and smiled.
"Yeah, I know what it does to you. Now, does lying naked in my bed, with me next to you beat scrubbing buckets?" She let out a small laugh and kissed his chest.
Quinn opened his eyes and smiled at her. "No, I think I would rather be scrubbing buckets." She smacked him playfully on the chest, and they both started laughing. Quinn hadn't laughed like that in a long time. It felt good to laugh and mean it.
"Well, if that's how you feel, you might as well put your clothes back on stable boy, and go scrub those buckets." She said, with a smile on her lips. Aleise started to get up but Quinn grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.
"You ain't goin' nowhere." He kissed the top of her head as she settled in close to him. Quinn closed his eyes and just lay there, taking in the smell of her hair, mixed with the smell of her room. The sun was coming in through the slits of the blinds resting on him skin. It was warm and welcoming. He could hear Aleise's breathing next to him it was easy and relaxed. He heard a noise come from outside of the house. He opened his eyes and looked around.
"Hey, Aleise," He waited for a reply, "Aleise?" When she didn't answer he knew she had fallen asleep. That's when he realized how tired he was himself. But he couldn't fall asleep, he had to get back to work. "Aleise, baby, we need to go back outside," He gently shook her. She grumbled and moved to get closer to him. "Aleise, come on, we can sleep later." He kissed the top of her head and shook her again. This time she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes full of sleep.
"Yeah, but, sleep is needed now," she looked at him with puppy eyes, "Can we just lie here a little longer?"
"If we're gone any longer, people are gonna come looking for us. I know you want to sleep, so do I, but we have to go back down there before someone comes looking for us." He gave her a quick smile and ran his fingers through her hair. "I promise you can sleep later."
"I don't want to just sleep, I want to sleep curled up next to you," She leaned in and kissed him, short and sweet, then got up and started putting her clothes back on. "But we can do that later, now can't we."
Quinn got up and started getting his clothes on, when someone walked in the door downstairs. They both went quiet and listened. Quinn put the rest of his clothes on quickly, so did Aleise. Once she got her clothes on she walked to the door and looked out, then she looked back at Quinn and held her finger to her mouth. She walked down the stairs as if there was nothing wrong, as if Quinn wasn't hiding in her bedroom. When she got down the bottom of the stairs she looked in the kitchen to see her dad standing over the table.
"Daddy, what are you doing home? You're supposed to be in Maine." She looked back towards the stairs, hoping Quinn had heard her.
"The meeting got cut short so I came home. I went to go look over the horses, and I didn't see that Quinn boy anywhere. Did he come into work today?" He threw the paper he was looking at back on the table.
"He should be around, I saw him earlier. I don't know where he could've run off to." Her stomach felt like a ten pound brick had just fallen on it.
"Look Aleise, stop playing games. I know the two of you have been sneaking around for the last couple of days, and I know you stayed at his house the day we got into the argument. If he's in this house, I want you to tell me. I don't want you sneaking around anymore." He pushed past her and headed for the stairs. He walked up the stairs with Aleise hot on his heels.
"Daddy, if I tell you that he's in here you have to promise not to get mad." He stopped in mid step. "Promise Daddy," He turned around and faced her.
"I promise."
"Quinn is up in my room, the details of what we did I will not tell you. You can not stop me from seeing him, and if you try, you will lose me." She looked at her dad and saw his expression soften for the first time in what seemed to be years.
"I'm glad you told me the truth. But you have to know, I am not happy that you would have him in here." He turned and headed back up the stairs.
"Dad, I'm sorry, but I knew you wouldn't understand. I know you don't want me to get hurt, and I know I'm the only thing you have left. But I also know that Quinn won't hurt me, and that he cares about me more then you would ever know." She walked up behind him. Without looking at her he walked into her room to find Quinn sitting on her bed, his head in his hands, and his elbows on his knees. He looked up at her father and stood up. He had a look on his face that crossed between, don't kill me and I think I'm gonna puke. Her father walked up to him and held out his hand. Quinn looked at him with confusion and the looked at Aleise. She just shrugged.
Her father turned and looked at Aleise then looked back at Quinn, "It looks like I'm gonna have to get use to you being around more then just work. My daughter has it in her head that I can't stop her from seeing you, so I'm not going to try."
Quinn took his hand and gave it a short shake. He looked over at Aleise, who looked like she was about to cry. Her father nodded then looked back at Aleise, he gave her a hug and walked out the door and down the stairs. Aleise turned and looked at the door with a confused look on her face. Did that really just happen, she thought to herself. She turned back to look at Quinn, who looked even more confused then she did. She crossed the small space between them and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. After a few seconds his shock wore off and he kissed her back. Their tongues teased at each other, Quinn lightly bit at her bottom lip, then he traced it with his tongue.
Aleise pulled back, and look up into his eyes and smiled, "Did that just happen, or am I dreaming?" She gave him a light kiss and turned to walk out.
Quinn sighed, now only if he could get his parents to feel the same way. Ever since the night she had stayed over, the first night they were together, his Mom has been warning him about being with her, about not letting his father find out about it. He just wanted them all to see that she wasn't just another screw, the Aleise meant something to him. 'Cause she did, she meant something to him and he couldn't get his mom to believe him. He fallowed her out of the room and down the stairs. When they got to the kitchen her father was standing at the table looking down at some papers.
He looked up as Aleise passed him and smiled, then he went back to looking at his papers. Quinn walked by without saying a word, "Quinn, I would like for you to join us for dinner."
Quinn stopped and looked back at him, "Yeah, sure."
"Yeah sure, as in you're going to be here, or," Her father looked up at him, "I would really like for you to have dinner with us, I would like to get to know you better."
"Yeah sure, as in I will be here. What time do you usually eat?" Quinn looked over at Aleise who was smiling.
Her father stood up, "I was hoping to go out, be here about, seven-thirty."
Quinn nodded his head, "I'll be here. Would it be okay for me to get off early, to go home and clean up a bit?"
Her father nodded, "Of course. I was actually thinking you might just take the rest of the day off, the others can take care of things I'm sure."
Aleise walked over to her dad and hugged him, "I hope you're not doing this 'cause you know I want you to." She walked back over to Quinn and took his hand.
"No, I am doing this because the boy looks tired. I wouldn't blame him, being around you is like running twenty in ten minutes," he smiled at her, "Now, go before I change my mind." He turned back to his paper work.
Aleise turned and walked out the door, still holding Quinn's hand. They walked to the barn and sat on a bail of hay. Ian walked by shaking his head, Aleise glared at him, then started laughing.
