ROLEPLAY: Runaway City 2

Quinn giggled cutely. "Oh good, I was looking forward to this part in our relationship." She joked, her eyes lit with amusement.

Cookie grinned. "Me too, gives me more reason to keep you all to myself," he said, rubbing her hip gently.

Quinn smiled, her heart filling with butterflies. She loved it when he said things like that. "Oh, you'll get sick of me eventually." She teased.

Cookie chuckled softly. "Nope, never," he said, kissing her neck playfully. "So you better get used to me," he teased.

Quinn giggled and rolled around so that she was on top of him, careful of her bandages. "I could definitely get used to you." she promised.

Cookie smiled and stroked the small of her back. "Sure about dat?" he asked her softly, brushing his lips lightly over hers.

"Positive," Quinn told him confidently, and with a little bit of smugness. He was the only reason she was alive right now. He was also the only reason she wanted to keep living.

"Mm, good, cause you'll never be rid of me," Cookie told her, kissing pulse point gently, as he smiled against her skin.

Quinn giggled, "You act like it's a life sentence." She teased him. "I couldn't be any happier then when I am with you." She told him honestly.

Cookie smiled, kissing her jaw. "Me too Quinn," he murmured, pulling back to look into her sweet, beautiful eyes. "You know I'm de luckiest guy in de world to have you," he said, grinning gently.

Quinn blushed and looked away, smiling shyly. "That's not true.." She mumbled shyly.

Cookie smiled and kissed her blush. "It is true, so very true," he told her, turning her eyes to meet his again.

"You're just bias 'cause I give you sex," Quinn teased playfully, wiggling her hips. She was never good at taking compliments, he knew that.

Cookie rolled his eyes playfully. "I love you for you, and every piece," he told her, tracing soft shapes in her thighs as he watched her.

"Well I love you and every thing that comes with you," Quinn countered, pushing her nose up to his and blinking her eyes as she looked down into his playfully.

Cookie smiled and rubbed his nose playfully against hers. "T'es si parfait, meme si tu ne le voix pas," he murmured to her softly, his eyes locking intimately with hers.

Quinn bit down on her bottom lip. "Although I find it incredibly sexy when you talk like that, I still have no idea what you are saying," She whispered, smiling playfully at him.

Cookie chuckled softly. "That's what makes it even sexier," he teased her, rolling them gently back so that they were on their sides, facing each other with Cookie's arm wrapped securely around her.

Quinn pouted, "So you're not going to tell me what it means?" She asked, giving him her best puppy dog face she could manage with out laughing.

Cookie playfully kissed her adorable pout. "You want to know?" he asked her, trailing his fingers down between her shoulder blades.

"Yes please," Quinn told him sounding like a little girl excited for someone to read her a story book before she went to bed.

Cookie smiled and kissed her temple. "It means: You're so perfect, even if you don't see it," he told her, stroking her hair.

Quinn blushed again. "I know you are but what am I?" Was her only lame, immature comback. She hadn't been expecting another compliment and it threw her off.

Cookie smiled softly, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek. "You're absolutely beautiful and perfect to me Quinn," he murmured to her softly. "Accept that, because it and I are not going away anytime soon," he told her.

Quinn sighed and mumbled something about him being bias again stubbornly.