Spill The Tea PV Q.Healy

Irene, the silver queen, audibly purred. It was deep and rich. The type of purr that a feline lets out when it is truly content and around someone it really loves. This being the case as she was taking all of the love selfish from Quinn. Getting scratched and petted in all her favorite areas. It didn't take Quinn long to notice...well really feel something was wrong when he took that warm smile and gentle look he was giving to Irene. Turning his expression onto Nico.

"Ye knae yer so adorable when ye get all flustered like this." It just suddenly came out as he placed a large hand on her head. "Ye know ye're one o de few in me life, who ah can be my self around." He tenderly moved his large hand from her head to her cheek rubbing it while he stared at her. With his other hand he continued to pet Irene who playfully nipped at it. "The big baby 'ere is too enamored with her pets to mind 'e crowd." He elaborated suddenly, removing his hand from her to take a cookie and devour it one bite before booping her nose and laughing gently.

Than without out warning as if riding the waves of his good vibes he gently took Irene putting her in his lap and kissed Nico's forehead. "Thank ye for the sweets...mo chuisle mo chroi" He blushed when he finally spoke the careful phrase.

Irene looked on protesting for a moment before growing silent and watching in what could best be described as shock and happiness maybe? For all her grandstanding she was just a big sappy softy wasn't she? Whatever it was she went with the flow laying down between the two.

"Ye knae yer so adorable when ye get all flustered like this."

Flustered? She wasn't flustered! T-truly...

Nah, she was.

Not that she'd admit it. When he gently placed his soft big hand on her head, she tried not to squeek. This boyfriend girlfriend thing - she still needed to get used to it.'I-It's just kind of warm in here is all. I- It is pretty crowded in here too, so that's most definitely the case. Yep.' She nodded determined, trying to believe her own lie. She couldn't just straight up confess that he was right, could she? That would be too easy.

"Ye know ye're one o de few in me life, who ah can be my self around."

Was she that rare of a specimen? There's no way. There had to be more people who were close to him. Close enough that he could lower his emotional barriers. Or whichever barriers there were... Were they even barriers? For a moment, she slipped into her own trail of thought. There was... something she had been wanting to ask him. But she wasn't sure if this was the time and place for that. Yet, she had gotten curious. She remember his outburst of emotions, the day they confessed to one another. What was it again? Didn't he say something about voi- BOOP

His big index finger gently (golly... that thing must be huge) booped her nose, pulling her right back to the present. Her face would've most likely been the kind of :

He laughed. With that ever so gentle voice of his. Embarassed to some degree, Nico rubbed her nose. It was incredible how he didn't push a hole right through her head. His touch was playful. One would've never guessed it was the touch of a person, who was capable of tossing a bus, with ease. That wasn't even the biggest surprise of all. Before she could register it, Quinn leaned in close.

WHATS HE DOING? WHY IS HE GETTING CLOSE? IT'S SO DARK NOW WHERE'S THE LIGHT...

Smooch.

A tender kiss, was placed upon her forhead. Nico was speechless. Entranced and frozen in place. What just happened? If it was possible, she would've molten to the ground, into a small puddle of excess meat and make-up. Were boys even allowed to kiss someone like that? The only person who ever kissed her like that, was her dad. Every night, after a bedtime story, he'd tuck her in and place the seal of protection on her forhead. It would keep the monsters out. The ones who were out to hurt her. And she believed it. Reliving that experience with Quinn, though... It hit different. Was this normal?
Many questions twirled around in her head. Carefully, her eyes glistening within the redness of her embarrasment and emotions, she looked at Quinn. And with those last words...

"Thank ye for the sweets...mo chuisle mo chroi"My pulse my heart Nico's lip quivered. She was nervous and overwhelmed by these new feelings. There's more of these? That wasn't the end of it? She had no idea what those last words meant, but seeing the expression on his face, she knew it must mean something important. But what tot say to that? What does a girl do when she gets sidetracked like that? Should she do the same? Climb him like the Mount Everest and place her seal of protection on his forhead? There's no way she could do that...

Instead, her hands tightly held onto the edge of her skirt, averting her gaze. 'Y-...You're welcome.'

Blushing faintly, the large, clumsy, oaf of a teenager scratched his cheek nervously. Irene seemed to pick up on this as she so tactlessly rubbed up against quinn again whining and wanting more of his affection. Quinn however pushed her closer to Nico. "N-Nico um..." He pursed his lips gingerly reaching out to place his hand on her head. His calloused fingers through her silk like strawberry red hair.

With out another thought he lifted a clump of her hair to sniff and smell the scent. He took it in slowly. Leaning closer the light scents of cinnamon and oranges would waft of the Half Giant. A most curious thing it was. "You smell lovely Nico." He said again without thinking. He was simply moving without thinking, but before Nico could even react. Irene interrupted quite literally getting in his face very peeved. What a needy cat she was.

Fortunately she only did this so she could hog more affection from Nico, which annoyed the half-giant. Which didn't much matter when he realized what he had been doing and his face lit up redder than fireworks on the Fourth of July. He quickly pulled back completely flustered, "S-S-Shite...uh I mean sorry Nico! Was that weird? It was weird right. N-Nae definitely weird. Absolutely weird. Um how about tea, uh I love tea...tea sounds lovely..." He looked away from her staring at any other thing but her eyes totally flustered by his actions. Stupid Stupid Stupid Quinn. She probably thinks you're super weird now...

Still shyly looking away, she heard Quinn mumble something. 'Hm?' Before she could fully register how Quinn once again did something unexpected, his hand reached for her head once more. Was he going to pat her and make fun of her again? It wasn't that she was pretending to be bashful! She was truly embarassed and shy about all this.

But no.

He sniffed her hair.

...

He SNIFFED her HAIR.

Nico didn't find it particulary strange but, again, she didn't EXPECT him to do something like that. There was not a single moment where the dhampir could calm down and return to her usual porcelain hue. Swallowing hard, she couldn't take her eyes of Quinns face. It was so mature. So natural. Did he even realise what he was saying? If so... Stunned, Nico pressed her hands on her face, peeking through her fingers. One would be able to bake an egg on this girl... This boy. What in Merlins name did she start? Admittedly, it was kind of creepy but... The way he did it, was so gentle and sincere. He wasn't just fooling around with her, was he? Did she... really smell nice?
Soon he came to the realisation that he, indeed, was quite being creepy. Nico wanted to carefully calm him down but he was already apologising like a maniac.

"S-S-Shite...uh I mean sorry Nico! Was that weird? It was weird right. N-Nae definitely weird. Absolutely weird. Um how about tea, uh I love tea...tea sounds lovely..."

As he looked away, trying really hard to not make any eyecontact, Nico eyed at Irene, carefuly picking her up and placing her beside her. Nervous but determined, the dhampir scooted closer to the Half-Giant. Pulling her legs up, carefully sitting on her knees so she could sit a little higher, she reached out for his big arm. Pursing her lips together, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. 'Q-Quinn. It's okey. Don't worry. I-I was just abit surprised is all. It-It doesn't happen everyday that someone... sniffs my hair and says I smell lovely.' She sat kneeled down, facing his way. For some reason, a feeling stronger than her, she naturally reached out with her hand, gently stroking his cheek. This was her chance. Before he would be able to fully turn around, the dhampir would place a small kiss on his freckled, red cheek.

Pulling back, Nico slipped back down onto her bum, her feet resting on the ground once more. Bluhsing brightly, as it started to sink in what she just did. 'T-Thank you for the compliment. You-..you smell nice too.'

Irene who was acting as regal as ever got up and moved from Quinn's lap. Which was an extremely rare action for her. She slinked to the far side of the couch hopping atop the pillows to curl up. The odd eyed cat looked at the two as if saying 'Enjoy your time' andd than put her head down closing her eyes.

Quinn looked over to Irene curiously. It was very unlike her but at this very moment he wrapped his arms around Nico pulling her closer to his body. He buried his nose into her hair again taking an even bigger sniff than before. Closing his eyes took in every scent he possibly could savoring it like a fine wine. "Aaaaaah, grah your scent is intoxicating." He grinned and than pulled his head away.

He was turning redder than before yet now he couldn't stop laughing as he suddenly lifted her up cradling her in his large arms bridal style. He no longer cared who saw or who said what. Perhaps a wire in his head finally came loose, because Quinn just wanted to act without thinking. Which he was doing. Giving into his purest selfish desires. Those desires all being Nico. Wanting to hold her, feel her, keep her close and safe. She made him feel whole and so for once in his life. He was acting completely out of character ignoring his usual actions and embracing her fully.

He just hoped she accepted wht he was doing.

Gosh, since when was she so... forward? This wasn't really like her to act this way. But for some reason with Quinn, she didn't feel the need to hold back. The whole them being a thing though, was still kind of strange. When was something like this...as they say, official? Was it the moment they confessed? Or was there more to it than just that? The dhampir pondered quietly, already distracted in her own mind before being pulled back by the ginger giant. Litteraly. What's happening? Suddenly she was much closer to him than earlier. His large chest in which she could probably fit if she curled up in the right position, her face was gently burried in.

What's happening now? Shouldn't she kind of already know that he's so unpredictable? I-Is he...? Is he sniffing her hair, again? Was she his sniffing bride? A walking scented candlestick which just happened to look pretty too? Before she could even muster out a word, wanting to let him know it was actually getting weird now, he scooped her up, letting her lay in his embrace.

Blushing intensely, the shy dhampir felt weird being this exposed in the arms of the giant... However, it was more comfortable than the couch they were sitting on. But he was so up close now though. Something inside of her wanted her to wiggle out of his grip and slyther down onto the floor. But something else made her stay. This was what she yearned for. To be seen and accepted as who she was. Even if that meant that she'd feed on blood. Even if it meant avoiding most of the direct sunlight... It was strange how they even met. There had always been this connection, even when they both had no clue. A red string, tied to both their pinkies.

'Q-Quinn!' She yelped, grasping onto his shirt, still afraid she'd topple over or accidently fall out of his cradled arms. Her eyes locked with his and she saw the kindness and warmth. Her sun that wouldn't burn her. 'Y-You're an absolute idiot.' She meant every word of it. And yet, she stuttered, barely capable of hiding her bashfullness. He was so bold all of a sudden. More than usual. She smiled at him ever so slightly. Letting out many giggles as she tried not to. He made that happen to her... He was the cause of that.

'Q-Quinn, my time is almost up though. I-I have a tight schedule with my... service you see?' What were these words? Service? Tight schedule? She was just getting hungry. These cookies and bland tea didn't satisfy. 'Do... you maybe want to... get some dinner at the Great Hall?' She said it without thinking. A giant boy and a dhampir girl. Going to have supper together. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold?