By the time Zoey had gotten to his room, Quentin had washed his face and removed all his clothes save his underwear; the garments now resting in a hastily but neatly folded pile on a chair. He was rolling his shoulder to loosen the muscle when Zoey arrived, and though he turned tp ensure it was her when she knocked, he turned back away just as soon once she entered to focus instead on the mirror before him.<br/><br/>"No. Just warm the sheets." He answered rather apruptly, leaving her to it. The room was already at least reasonably warm, though the sheets somehow still felt chilled when she first slipped under them. Her body warmth, though, soon dealt with the problem, just in time for him to turn and wander over.<br/><br/>He flipped the covers back and pressed his knee against her side, ushering her swiftly across. The large double bed would comfortably house them both; but it was rare enough that he actually let her use the space. Something about leaving her uncomfortable in clear view of the wasted, barren space appealed to him, and so that was how it ended up more often than not... But tonight he sent her only to the opposite side, though she ended up with considerably less than half. The mattress was nonetheless deep and soft.<br/><br/>He lay on his back, but his head twisted toward her, eyes rolling up and down even though the blanket now masked most of her. His hand slid across and onto her stomach, rubbing before climbing up to her chest. His grin truly broke then. "It seems you had your work cut out for you." He said, in relation to where his finger pressed and coiled against one of her slightly stiffened nipples. He lingered there a moment, then trailed up til his finger hooked into her collar, which he used to drag her roughly toward himself. His head picked itself up and twisted to look down toward her.<br/><br/>"Sleep where you are, but carefully. I won't be generous if you wake me. But first..." His finger tightened, which caused the collar to grow tight around her throat and his finger, as well as causing her to end up with her cheek all but pinned to his face. "But first, you're going to have one last orgasm, courtesy of your tricky little fingers."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>