{"id":1158,"date":"2017-02-26T16:58:15","date_gmt":"2017-02-26T14:58:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=1158"},"modified":"2017-02-26T16:58:15","modified_gmt":"2017-02-26T14:58:15","slug":"a-lesson-in-objectification","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/a-lesson-in-objectification\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lesson in Objectification"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author's Note<\/strong>: Another snippet from my WIP folder. Missing scene from \u201cThe Weaker Sex\u201d. I\u2019ve been nostalgia-watching this show - I\u2019d forgotten how much fun it was (well, the first 2 seasons, before all the changes started) and how much I shipped Wade and Quinn. We\u2019ll ignore how they messed that up, shall we\u2026<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re Wade\u2019s boyfriend,\u201d the deputy mayor said with what Quinn could only describe as a leer. It made him uncomfortable enough that he didn\u2019t even consider protesting. Also, the memories of the last world were still crystal-clear in his head, and Quinn realized that he no longer considered the idea of Wade as more than just a friend all that preposterous. <\/p>\n

She\u2019d felt so right in his arms as they danced in the other Quinn\u2019s basement, and when they\u2019d kissed, he\u2019d completely forgotten about the asteroid heading towards Earth. The passion sparking between them at the barest touch of their lips had been nothing short of a revelation, and they\u2019d lost themselves in an embrace that had been rudely interrupted by the Professor\u2019s appearance. <\/p>\n

For a moment Quinn hadn\u2019t cared one whit that Arturo had found a way to possibly save them all, his blood still pooling rather lower down than his brain. The moment the Professor\u2019s back had been turned, their eyes had locked again, Wade\u2019s flushed face and blown pupils indicating that she was just as affected as Quinn, and they\u2019d exchanged one more hungry kiss before reluctantly separating.<\/p>\n

Even the memory made arousal shoot through Quinn\u2019s body, and he firmly squashed it in order to focus on getting this job. It was strange to be appraised for his looks rather than his skills, but he tried not to care. They needed the money after all, and with the Professor\u2019s attitude he\u2019d no doubt have a hard time getting hired.<\/p>\n

This turned out to be a valid assessment, but Quinn certainly had not expected Arturo to get involved in local politics. Wade, sounding more forceful than she usually did, criticized the idea heatedly, but Quinn found he was distracted by watching her walk around the room in only a robe. In all probability she was naked underneath, a thought that made his dick twitch appreciatively. He\u2019d caught glimpses of Wade\u2019s body since they started sliding, and while in the past it had been easy to dismiss his own reactions to them as completely natural and meaningless, this was apparently no longer an option.<\/p>\n

Wade sat down on the bed next to him, and without pausing to think Quinn took the towel from her and began to dry her hair. She didn\u2019t interrupt her rant, completely relaxed in his personal space, and Quinn couldn\u2019t help but enjoy the easy familiarity between them. Also, Wade smelled really good, something else he couldn\u2019t believe he hadn\u2019t noticed before. Impulsively he buried his nose against her neck and breathed in deeply. Again, Wade didn\u2019t flinch, even leaned into his shoulder, and Quinn was glad the Professor was facing away from them, because he was sure the smile on his face was positively dopey.
\nAfter a while, Wade wandered back to the bathroom to change into her pajamas. Shooting a quick glance at the Professor, who was completely engrossed in a book about the political history of this Earth, Quinn decided to follow another impulse and knocked quietly at the bathroom door, half-whispering, \u201cWade, you decent?\u201d<\/p>\n

The click of a lock opening was his reply, and he carefully opened the door and slipped inside. Wade was standing at the sink, brushing her damp hair, and lifted an inquiring eyebrow, asking, \u201cSomething the matter, Quinn?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust\u2026 wanted to say thanks, I guess, for getting me the job,\u201d Quinn replied awkwardly.<\/p>\n

Wade teased him with a smile, \u201cAnd that needed to be said in private?\u201d<\/p>\n

The playfulness in her voice was infectious, and Quinn found himself grinning widely back at her, all awkwardness suddenly gone. \u201cMaybe I didn\u2019t want the Professor to know that our bosses think I\u2019m your boyfriend\u2026 and that, apparently, you have excellent taste.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I say - I like my men smart and pretty.\u201d Unlike earlier, during the interview, the exaggerated leer Wade gave him didn\u2019t cause Quinn any discomfort at all, and they shared a laugh that did nothing to dispel the tension that had begun building between them the moment Quinn had entered the bathroom. It was a pleasant sensation, this thrum of anticipation in the air, and the sight of Wade biting her lip only added to it. <\/p>\n

He knew the gesture indicated she was working up the courage to say something, yet he\u2019d never noticed how appealing it looked, and without thinking he closed the distance between them and traced her bottom lip with his thumb. Wade\u2019s eyes widened, but otherwise she remained stock-still. Only when Quinn was no longer touching her, although they were still close enough to feel one another\u2019s body heat, did she blurt out, \u201cYou don\u2019t mind, do you? The boyfriend thing, I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No, I don\u2019t mind.\u201d Quinn grinned again. \u201cActually, it might save me from having to file a sexual harassment suit, if they have these here. Seriously, the way that woman looked at me\u2026 I felt positively naked! And she didn\u2019t care at all about my qualifications, it was so weird.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wade relaxed in visible relief and smiled up at him. \u201cNow you can imagine what it\u2019s like for many women back home. Sure, people talk about equality, but deep down? There\u2019s still a lot of hidden discrimination going on. Just look at the Professor - I\u2019m sure if you\u2019d asked him, he\u2019d say that of course he\u2019s not sexist and I knew he doesn\u2019t mean to be, but sometimes there\u2019s a very fine line between gentlemanly and patronizing.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was gathering steam, and Quinn realized once more how much he loved watching her, even dressed in cheap pajamas and with her hair only half-brushed, fervor making her eyes gleam and her cheeks rosy. When her hands came up to gesticulate, it was without thought that Quinn caught them in his and gathered them against his chest, interrupting Wade\u2019s rant, \u201cYou\u2019re amazing, you know that, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blushing hotly, Wade stopped talking, and their eyes locked. The next moment, they were kissing, hungry, greedy kisses that had Quinn\u2019s dick at half-mast in no time at all. His hands were traveling down Wade\u2019s back, cupping her butt, and Wade\u2019s fingers were digging into his scalp, pulling his head down to her eager mouth. She wrapped one leg around him and lifted herself up, almost climbing him, and Quinn groaned into the air they shared, automatically seeking to increase the delicious friction. <\/p>\n

However, stumbling backwards, his butt hit the counter, and it was the loud clatter of Wade\u2019s toiletries falling to the tiled floor that brought them back to reality. They froze, still wrapped around each other, and sure enough, the Professor\u2019s voice could be heard, asking, \u201cEverything alright in there?\u201d<\/p>\n

For a long moment Wade and Quinn just stared at one another, then they began laughing helplessly, even as they took a step back and Quinn stooped to pick up the fallen items. It was Wade who found the breath to finally reply, \u201cWe\u2019re fine, Professor. Quinn was just being clumsy, umm, helping me unclog the sink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally, Mr. Mallory, Miss Welles, that is a job for hotel maintenance, even in a mediocre establishment such as this,\u201d Arturo lectured from the other side of the door. Quinn rolled his eyes at the lame excuse, which set them both off again, until Wade had to hold onto Quinn for support.<\/p>\n

She fit against him perfectly, and Quinn realized he rather hoped they'd get the chance to explore this, whatever it was, more, either on this world or the next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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