Quin took a step back, blinking, “We…  s-s-shouldn’t…”

            “Huh?” snapped Tina taking her jacket off the throbbing in her ankle making her vision fuzzy.

            “We need to slow this down…,” said Quin taking another step back, her back to the door, striking a sexy pose.  “I mean you twisted your ankle and…”

            “This isn’t about the ankle,” stated Tina struggling to get up, but managing to get herself over to Quin.  “This is about you not wanting a relationship, isn’t it?”

            Quin’s eyes found Tina’s, shaking her head, “No…”

            “It is!  Admit it, you are terrified of letting anyone in, well damn it, Quin, you asked me here.  You wanted this, somewhere in that fucking psyche of yours, you wanted this.  You wanted me here, and you wanted this to happen.  You didn’t let me get my own room, what was going to happen tonight?  We were going to play out some 50’s sitcom saga, where we put a curtain down the middle of the bed?” asked Tina sarcastically.

            “I-I-I hadn’t thought about it…,” whispered Quin.

            “That’s bullshit, you think of everything!  I don’t believe that you, the woman who orchestrated the whole act at Shaolin, wouldn’t have thought this out.  I can’t believe that you didn’t want to kiss me…,” said Tina hotly.

            “I did…,” began Quin oddly, “…want to kiss you that is, I did, I do…”

            “Then why the fuck don’t you shut up and kiss me, Quin Peabody?”

            Quin’s eyes flashed with something Tina’d never seen before, insecurity, “I don’t know.”

            Tina shoved Quin against the door, the look of surprise on Quin’s face only made Tina want her more, standing on her good left leg, Tina arched up and caught Quin’s lips.  Melting into each other’s arms, Quin’s bent down, grasping Tina’s ass and pulling her up, Tina’s legs scissoring around Quin’s hips, grinding sexily against Quin, Tina forgot the pain in her ankle.  “Please just take me to bed,” said Tina into the hot kiss.  Walking them over to the bed, letting Tina pull her shirt off, Quin found the buttons to Tina’s jeans.  Tugging at them, ravenous for Tina the fever was burning hot now and Quin wasn’t letting it get squelched.  Careful of the very swollen ankle, Quin took Tina’s jeans off, tossing them over her shoulder and Tina sat up, pulling Quin’s tee shirt over her head.  Quin kissed her again, this time the kiss was hard and deep and Tina moaned into it, wanting the moment to last forever.

            Then there was a knock at the door.

            “Oh for the-love-of-mother-fucking-christ-in-a-hand-cart-driven-by-the-devil-himself-who-the-cock-sucking-hell-is-that!” yelled Tina. 

            Quin burst out laughing, giggling hard at the stream of foul mouthed words that exploded from Tina’s mouth.  “What a potty mouth you have there, Miss Kennard,” giggled Quin, getting up and answering the door in just her lacy black bra.  “What do I owe you?” asked Quin as she opened the door.  Instead of finding the take out order that she’d been expecting, she found Joss Wade.  “Shit.”

            “Nope, just Joss…,” said the director, clearing her throat, “…just wanted to tell you that call time is four pm tomorrow…”

            “Ummm, thanks,” stammered Quin seeing the delivery guy walking down the hallway with two huge bags of food. 

            Joss smiled, the dimples on her cheeks making a rare appearance, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

            “Thanks,” smiled Quin shyly. 

            “Goodnight, Tina,” said Joss as she walked away.

            “G’night!” called Tina pulling the pillow over her head, hiding, “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

            Quin handed the delivery boy some money and waved away the change, making him grin from ear to ear, “Heard you was a big tipper.”

            Quin simply smiled, closing the door and looking over at Tina, who was half naked, her ankle an ugly purple color, “We should get that elevated, and I’ll get some ice, and something to drink, ok?”

            “We were in the middle of each other,” grumbled Tina.

            Depositing the two bags on the floor by the head of the bed, “I’ve got until three tomorrow afternoon, we have all the time in the world.  And… don’t you want enough fuel to last you all night?” asked Quin sexily her voice dropping into a husky drawl. 

            “Water is fine,” said Tina watching Quin get up and leave the room.  “Then I’m going to wash it down with a big fucking helping of you, Quin,” whispered Tina to the empty room.