“Quinn, are you okay?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“He is very drunk, Margot,” Remi said from behind him.
“Oh my god, will you go away already?” Quinn snarled at him.
“It is fine, Remi, you can go,” Margot said softly.
Remi said something to Margot in French before walking out and shutting the door behind him. Quinn stayed standing next to the dresser and leaned on it for support, it was sort of helping to slow the spinning. He tried to focus on her, but it was really hard when there were two of her.
“Quinn?” Margot’s sweet voice questioned.
“Shut up,” he snapped. “Just shut up and listen.”
Margot frowned hard at him but kept her mouth closed.
“I am so fucking mad at you right now, Margot. I just can’t believe that you told your brother and sister things that I had conshidered...fuck, I can’t talk right...that shit was private, dammit! I just...I wanted to trust you so badly because I’m falling for you. That’s done with now, though, you ruined it. I can’t ever trust you again. Ever.” Quinn sighed heavily, his heart aching.
Margot was sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her face. God dammit! Why did she have to cry? That was his one weakness with her, his kryptonite. If anything was going to make him break down and tell her, it was her tears.
“I swear, Quinn, you can trust me. I will never tell anyone anything ever again, I promise!” Margot pleaded.
Quinn made his way over to the end of the bed and crawled up onto it. He crawled over her until they were face to face. His eyes wandered over her face for a moment. “You’re going to have to prove it then,” he murmured softly. Idiot! He was an idiot.
“I will do anything you want, Quinn, just please do not say that it is over between us,” Margot cried softly and cupped his face in her soft hands.
Quinn closed his eyes, his heart pounded, and his stomach flipped. He knew that he was making a huge mistake by telling her, but he wanted to be able to trust her so fucking bad. He wanted to be with her. If she could keep his secret, then she would prove to him that she was trustworthy. If she didn’t, then he would deal with it. “I was raped by my cousin when I was ten. That’s why I am so fucked up, that’s why you can’t touch me,” he rasped, his stomach churning, making him want to puke.
Margot gasped. “Oh, Quinn. I am so sorry,” Margot whispered, her eyes welling up again.
Quinn pinned her with a hard stare. “If you repeat that to anyone, I will never speak to you again. Do you understand?”
Margot nodded fervently. “I will tell no one, I swear.”
Quinn stared at her for a moment before he attacked her mouth. He pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her roughly. Margot just let him do what he wanted, which turned him on big time. He was surprised that he was even able to get hard with how drunk he was. He figured that he could be on his deathbed and still get hard for Margot, that’s how much he wanted her all the time.
Quinn tore his mouth away from hers and pushed up to his knees. He flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her pajama pants and underwear down. It took Quinn a minute to get his jeans undone, but when he did, he pushed them down just enough to free himself. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up to her knees. He entered her in one quick thrust that had her yelping in surprise. He groaned as he pulled back slowly, savoring the feel of her. He realized then that he didn’t have a condom on, but he was a little too drunk to care, he would just pull out.
He gripped her hips tight as he pounded into her, not their normal round of sex. He was still pissed off and wanted to take it out on her a little bit. He pushed her down so that she was flat to the bed. Quinn covered her with his body and swiftly entered her again. Margot cried out in pleasure and clutched the sheets. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back so that he could kiss her - it was a sloppy kiss but it was still hot in Quinn’s opinion.
He pushed back up to his knees and continued to slam into her, making the bed squeak with how rough he was being. Margot was panting and moaning, so he knew she was enjoying it. His hands encircled her hips and he watched as his cock repeatedly disappears inside of her. He felt his balls pull tight and almost forgot to pull out. He quickly pulled out and took himself in his hand, barely pumping once before he was coming all over the small of her back. Quinn moaned low as his body jerked and twitched in time with his release. He had no idea if she came or not, and he really didn’t care at the moment. He found it really hard to care about anything at moment.