ROLEPLAY: Runaway City 2

Quinn laid her head against Cookie's chest, her heart pounding and her breathing trying to catch up. Her body still tingled with the unbelievable pleasure. She didn't even have the words to describe it.

Cookie panted softly wrapping his arms securely around her as he rolled them to their sides. "Quinn," he murmured softly, kissing her temple as he slowly slid out of her. God he couldn't imagine anything more perfect.

Quinn brushed the side of his face with her small hand and then slid it down his neck, just watching his face. She didn't think she could speak quite yet.

Cookie smiled, knowing that there was no need for words yet. He showered her face with soft kisses, his fingers brushing into her hair as his eyes met beautiful, deep ones.

Quinn curled into him, pressing a small kiss to his chin. She loved him so much, it was shining in her eyes. She just hoped it was as good for him as it was to her. She hoped she lived up to his expectations. That she put those other girls he had been with to shame.

Cookie smiled and held her closer, nuzzling her neck as his strong warm arms pulled her to his chest. "You're so perfect Quinn," he murmured, his arms locked, and never wanting to let go.

"I love you, Cookie," Quinn whispered closing her eyes, her whole body relaxed against his.

Cookie smiled and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you too Quinn," he murmured to him softly. "So much."

Quinn yawned softly, closing her eyes. She felt so tired and relaxed. This was the best night of her life, a night she would never forget.

Cookie kissed her temple and pulled the blankets over them before curling her into his chest. His fingers traced small shapes in her back and he murmured quiet loving words to her in french as he felt her relax further and further into him.

Quinn slowly drifted off to sleep, her body warm and relaxed snuggled up to Cookie.

Cookie smiled as he watched her fall asleep, his eyes never leaving her beautiful, soft face. God he loved her so much, he truly did. Holding her protectively to his chest, he slowly fell asleep too, breathing in her soft scent as he closed his eyes.

Louis shrugged. "If you want to sleep with me, sure, but I don't think that you'd want to..." he trailed off, looking back at the TV.

Sasha shook her head quickly. "No, I want the room, but I want to sleep alone,"

"I'll make one of the spare rooms up for you," Louis told her, simply, it was the only way to deal with her anyway. "It'll be fine, unless you want to go back to the cell."

"Oh, just fuck off. You owe me a good bedroom at the very least," Sasha spat, grabbing the remote and tossing it at him. It hit him on the head with a satisfying smack.

Louis's jaw tightened angrily. "Cause by some fucked up reasoning you actually want to sleep in the bed of the guy who raped you, when you've been avoiding every other goddamn thing," he growled back at her dangerously.

"It's better than sleeping in the bed you raped me on, you sick pig," Sasha cried, flinging a pillow at him next, since it was the closest thing to her. She made a dash for the kitchen and the front door.

Louis dashed out after her, grabbing her by her hair just before she got to the front door. "You have no fucking idea how much I wish I could just take that baby out of you right now and just send you away!" he said, yanking her back. He was sick and tired of her, he had tried to be nice, but fuck it if she was gonna be like this.

Sasha was hauled back hard and she cried out in pain. She landed on her butt by his feet, her cheek smacking against the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' she sobbed, expecting him to yank out a gun or a knife and just finish her. "I'm scared, I-I want to go home. Please don't kill me, please, please,"

Louis dragged her to her feet roughly. "You're going to a spare room," he said, bringing her upstairs and dropping her kicking and squirming onto the bed. "Should be fine enough for you," he said, flicking some of her hair that he had accidently pulled out onto the ground before slamming the door and locking it shut.

Sasha found herself alone in a windowless, tiny spare bedroom. She rubbed her sore scalp, horrified to find blood where he'd pulled out almost a full clump of hair. She stumbled to a mirror, which was the only furniture beside the bed and a bare nightstand. She didn't have a bald spot, but she found that she didn't really care. She didn't have Dean, she didn't have Sweet, Cookie, Stretch... She wasn't going to have her baby for much longer. Oh ,and she was probably going to die. The company of a rapist actually sounded like a good idea. That thought sent her towards the door. She called softly for Louis. Once, twice, three times... He didn't come, so she slowly sunk to the floor, resting her chin on her knees, Silent tears made tracks down her cheeks. She spent most of the next hour calling pathetically for Louis. Anything to just...not be alone.

For the next few hours, Louis ignored Sasha's quiet cries. It was only just before supper that he finally went upstairs and knocked on her door to warn her. "Are you going to calm down now?" he asked, his tone firm and unforgiving.

Sasha struggled to get to her feet. Her legs were almost numb from her sitting in the same position for so long. "Yes," she whispered, waiting by the door for him to open it. As soon as it was opened a crack, she pushed through, wrapping her arms tightly around him and pressing her face against his chest. "Don't leave me in there again, please, please," she sobbed. She couldn't go home, she saw that now. She couldn't go back no matter how much she wanted to. The best she could ask for right now was no being left alone in dark, lonely rooms. She'd learned that fighting was pointless.

Louis relaxed at her change of heart. "Good, I won't leave you alone then," he promised, gently stroking her hair, soothing where he had hurt her. "Let's put some cream on that," he told her softly.