Yo yo playa's! Artie Abrams, here. Junior at WMHS. Wheel-chair bound, dancin' heart, director's eye.

Don't be afraid to take a creep on my blog or to drop me a line. I'm always here to talk (well, when I'm not pwning noobz on Halo or gettin' up on mah' woman, that is)! Later!

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: *Quinn was almost stunned as Artie so delicately worked along her skin. He'd started with jaw and traveled lower to her chest, careful to kiss every inch of skin there, and groping the rest with masculine fingers. She was sure they'd experienced such romanticism before-- in the past, but since Quinn's recent accident and memory loss, everything had been a fiery passionate explosion of intimacy. And although the fire still burned brightly, it was a tamer flame-- fueled by each press of lips to her skin and moans echoing within the room. Fingers found solace within silky locks after gripping his lithe chest-- Artie's wet kisses across her breasts and later suckling pulled whines and throaty moans from the blonde being slowly ravished. Back arched, and the way his teeth felt against the sensitive breast had her keening for a moment. Never had she felt so beautiful and appreciated; and as his palms traveled lower down her torso, Quinn quaked beneath, lips latching unto his softly in meet. Hands fell from Artie's hair down to his shoulders, gripping softly as he kissed her wholly-- she returning it with gentle passion. As lips danced, Quinn gasped - Artie kissing away each exhale. Fingertips grazed the hem of her lace panties; the sensation left Quinn buzzing, her core throbbing-- tiny breath gasping. Another wave of wetness flooded just at delicate touch; Q's own hand dropped to Artie's lap, fingers just /barely/ grazing the seam of his own boxers...*
• Artie: *Quinn's pitching noises and catching breaths left Artie in, at times, smiles-- and at others, /gasps/. She was so implausibly gorgeous-- the way she blushed and slowly began to unravel; like the loose string of a beautiful, rose colored sweater, he gently tugging till she later came apart... Artie considered himself lucky to be the cause, both chest and groin tight as Q up above him started to unwind; lips abandoned the quick rise and fall of curving breast, wide palmed hands smoothing over the light trembles now wracking Quinn's delicate frame. It was a soothing brush of touch, a promising comfort as Artie kissed back unto Q's pout; her grip from hair to shoulders had him beaming a moment into the press, adoring the way she clung, still kissing between a myriad of quiet moans and soft pants... Fingers slipping below silk bed shorts, fondly teasing the hem of Quinn's lace underpants, Artie groaned-- she'd mirrored the same action, skimming the line of his own strained arousal. He felt himself twitch, already hot with sensitive anticipation-- though he slipped his digits from Q's pajama bottoms, running back along her stomach... Artie danced affectionate patterns across faded stretch marks, along abdomen, over bosom and at the base of neck; his caress did not stop until he'd cradled Quinn's face within gloveless hands, pulling from her lips a mere inch and eyes fluttering open to regard her with a quiet, loving glance. Artie smiled, thumbs stroking Q's cheeks; tenderly easing himself against headboard, right hand gingerly swept to Quinn's thigh, lifting it (sweetly being sure to fold it upon her lower leg's still temporary dead weight, so that she were sitting atop him) into a straddle. He helped bring her opposite limb into a matched position, hooking under Q's knee and carefully sliding it forth, grip then shifting to support at her hips. Artie clutched, kneading a bit, features again burrowed to Quinn's shoulder as he inhaled-- her core so near and Artie yearning more than ever to rock /devotedly/ inside it...* ... I love you, Quinn...

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: *Artie seemed to know Quinn's body better than even she herself did. He knew just the right way to touch her-- /where/ to touch her, to get her aroused. His lips ghosted impossibly softly along the lift of her breasts, causing Q to exhale her own shuddered breath. She knew his sensitive spot too though, and lips lovingly teased the shell of Artie's ear before applying a light nibble, her own noise of approval slipping in perfect position for him to hear the echo. Feeling him smile into the flesh of sensitive breast drew one from Quinn as well, her fingers curling more tightly into his back to cradle Artie to her. Breath hitched as hands traveled from stomach to chest, soon unfastening the hook of lingerie-- the withdraw of it done so romantically; she felt so cherished. Goosebumps trickled along creamy arms beneath the smooth of rough fingertips, and as Artie's mouth neared a nipple, Q gasped - hazel eyes locking unto the sight of his tongue circling the bud. She moaned again, palms flitting to the front of his torso and caressing the skin there tenderly. And then he was kneading her other breast; Quinn's moaning pitched, one hand lifting to fly into brunette locks, threading there. Chest arched, allowing Artie full access to her bosom-- arousal growing heated with each massage, each twist of tongue and /pull/ of teeth... a growl followed at the last action...*
• Artie: *Artie wanted to forever remember this-- the way the pads of his fingers memorized Q's skin... the way she gasped and smiled just so under his lips-- the way both were blissfully labored, inhales staggered and flushing /everywhere/, Quinn to his ear-- he to her breasts... this night was for making /love/... not sex... Artie allowed yet another low grunt to slip, drawing nearer to Q's torso as she clutched, cradling herself against him; he was going to treasure her body, his own spurred only by fond, attentive action: soft in it's intent... touch having sensually eased her from bra and pout working slow, /open-mouthed/ atop Quinn's somewhat rapidly heaving chest. As he gently tongued left nipple, Artie groaned, his girl's palms at first pressed to pecs-- then tangling within hair; unoccupied hand cupped Q's right mound, kneading, teeth round opposite bosom /nibbling/. She arched beneath him, Artie kissing away the heat of his tender bite, ignoring the dull throb of his now wholly strained erection; his grip smoothed down Quinn's upper body, raking all he could not bend to kiss, lips feathering north again to capture his girlfriend's. Fingertips skimmed just under Q's silk pajama shorts, nails lightly scratching (a sweet and unhurried motion) across her panties' matching, rose colored hem-- all the while, Artie feathered passionate kisses to Quinn's pucker, purposefully - languidly - /stealing/ her every breath...*

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: They were chest to chest now, the only barrier being the red lace bra that Quinn had specifically purchased for Artie's taste. Heart thrumming wildly, Q's nails continued their cascade of Artie's back, she giving a soft smile in response to his own body arching beneath her touch. Artie followed her lead, the dancing of fingers over ribs and across to her back had the blonde trembling, her lips hovering above Artie's ear - it in perfect reach as his head was still buried within her chest. Ghosting kisses across the lobe, she sighed - breath tickling the flesh before nibbling ever so gently. Artie's own mouth traveled lower, pressing kisses atop her breasts and lingering; Quinn released a shuddering breath at the sensitive contact. The nip of lace had her growling quietly into his ear, clutch of back tightening slightly as she reeled him into her. Wetness pooled within the matching lace panties just beneath her shorts - the ache distracted as soft blue eyes met her stare heavily, hazel shining back unto his with a lick of pink, kiss-swollen lips...*
• Artie: *As Artie's hands fondly trailed - from stomach, under bosom, along curved back - Q's attention unto ear had him fighting for breath. His torso shook, tremors light and nerves on end; a sweet tug to lobe drew a soft groan from between thudding pecs, it muffled by the attention Artie continually showered atop Q's pert, delicate breast. He caught blood red lace trim of brassiere, gently nipping - Quinn's returning growl and tightened grasp caused him to smile, the expression pressed upon the swell of right mound as Artie's hands gingerly swept from spine to chest. His groin pulsed, heated, blue eyes meeting Q's vision and touch worming up to finger the frontal clasp of still concealing undergarments. Slowly unlocking the ribboned brace, Artie tenderly pulled Quinn from bra; he slipped a single strap down, repeating the motion on each arm, palms from shoulder to wrist /smoothing/. Hands after kneaded again at tummy, Artie kissing Q's now bare bust - he managed long, shuddered inhales, easing pecks from cleavage-- across left bosom-- tongue lapping round a nipple, adoring... /swirling/. Artie's free grip lifted, massaging opposite breast and he quietly moaning against the rosy bud instead within teeth...*

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: *It was always hard for Quinn to keep her noises quiet, her twist of fingers in reflex were unable to be held back. Artie’s touch, his kisses - his /own/ noises always left her head spinning and body pining for more. His hands danced along her thigh and breastbone, making the already breathless blonde pitching for air - it was a quiet sound, a blissful one, and she soon regained oxygen as Artie's mouth worked along jaw and unto ear, nibbling. Another moan, and Quinn was fisting his own shirt, reflexively tugging after Artie already gestured to hers. Slowly, he lifted golden camisole over her head, Quinn’s arms extending to help as the garment was tossed aside. As his touch fell to her exposed skin, Q’s fingers returned to Artie’s torso, carefully pulling the v-neck tee from him and allowing it to fall.* Thank you. *Her tone was bashful in response to his compliment of her beauty; Quinn’s nails grazed Artie’s lower back and up, clutching him close as his warm breath tickled the heated skin of her neck, it buried there. Q’s body arched slightly beneath his press and into his own with a content sigh.* And you’re gorgeous. *She mumbled, palms flattening between masculine shoulder blades, holding him dear.*
• Artie: *Artie hugged himself to Q's upper body, she slipping him from his own tee and he at her neck, sweetly nestling. His palms danced, kneading Quinn's stomach and after trailing her sides; he was memorizing the smooth feel of each and every last inch, the two heartbeat to heartbeat, pecs to breast. Artie inhaled, again deep, shuddering beneath Q's scratch of nails and arching on reflex. His own hands mirrored the same touch, at first inching up to count delicate ribs-- then feathering to Quinn's beautifully crafted spine, slowly skimming. He cradled her, lips beginning a soft, open-mouthed and consecutive press. Artie hummed, graciously acknowledging Q's returning compliment and kissing at her skin, working tenderly southbound.* I love you... so much... *He breathed, reaching bosom and molding delicate pecks atop twin mounds; his pout molded between cleavage leisurely, Artie gingerly nipping the lace trim of red bra, blue eyes peering through hooded lashes and catching Quinn's own stare. Sapphire orbs shone impossibly bright-- /loving/...*

quinnisqueen:

theartieparty:

<3 Me too, suga’ babe; it’s the love of a lifetime. No doubt about it. Boo boo, you make me feel the same— and… good. ‘Cuz I’m pretty damn selfish when it comes to milady. Haha, okay… and mm— the fact that you just quoted that song… I can’t even. You’re so cute; and I love you so much, baby cakes.

Exactly— and we get to have it. Heh, don’t worry, I’m the same way about my man, so I think we’re pretty even here. I had to… it’s perfect and fitting and true.

Us and us alone, mama. Haha, no stress, baby girl— ya’ man doesn’t mind. You’re perfect… for me. For always… I love you…

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: Artie's skin was warm beneath her fingertips, and she itched to feel and see more. But the teeth nibbling at lower lip had Q soon distracted, her grip faltering a bit before nails grazed the curve of Artie's back lovingly. His hands were traveling her body; one palm kneading along her upper thigh and backside, and the other gently caressed near her bosom-- the movement pulling a whimper from Quinn. She was in need of breath, and as if Artie sensed so, he began trailing wet kisses across her jaw and to ear - the nibble of lobe causing her to release another moan. Fingers raked at Artie's back, teasing the end of his shirt; however, he'd managed to beat her to it, masculine fingers tracing over abdomen and pressing there as he continued showering her with affection of his mouth. Hazel eyes dipped below as Artie discreetly pulled at her top-- she nodded, stare soft - hazel locked unto blue with all affection... silently approving.
• Artie: *Artie hummed a second time between slightly labored breath, Q's nails and quiet whimper thusly painting a wry, affectionate smile across his now boyishly flushed face; he loved feeling her this way, treasuring each and every sound from Quinn that subconsciously managed escape. Artie kept his tender hold of Q's warming frame, scratching once more atop breast bone feather light and still massaging outer thigh; noting the partial heave of her chest, Artie pulled free, allowing for air and instead pressing gentle, open mouthed kisses to Quinn's angelically sculpted jawline. His pout trailed, teeth soon after catching ear lobe and nipping; Q released yet another quiet moan, Artie again smiling sweet unto her pinking skin, distantly catching her mirrored tease of v-neck tee. Though he kissed back to Quinn's jaw, fiddling with cami - her welcome nod and soft gaze inviting he peel her from it; Artie beamed, all adoration, leaning up to peck at Q's reddened lips a languid moment. Gingerly separating, calloused, gloveless fingertips (their pads handling her impossibly delicate) slowly slipped Quinn's pajama top up and along her arms aiding rise. Artie eased the garment over her head and aside, breath hitching at Q's sudden reveal: her rose colored bra, accented by milky torso... his palms swept just under her bosom, unto tummy, smoothing atop the supple curves of petite, hourglass waist and blue eyes bright with transfixed adoration.* So beautiful... *He sighed, features burrowing to the crook of her neck as he continued sensitive touching...*

quinnisqueen:

theartieparty:

<3 … Okay. I— I know we will, angel face… I mean it, Sugar Lips— but… I’m lucky too. Just by having you… knowing that I have you, every day… I’m glad, shawty mine. I never want you feelin’ any other way… by any other guy, for that matter. You’ll always have me too— not that I could, ah… exactly “run” away, but… heh… I wouldn’t ever leave ya’, babe.

<3 Darling, I’m glad that we’re both thankful for what we have— I’m pretty sure it’s one in a million. You always make me feel that way, and don’t worry - no other guy will ever even have the chance to. Heh, I know what you mean sweetheart. —If I can’t have you, I don’t want no other, baby.

<3 Me too, suga’ babe; it’s the love of a lifetime. No doubt about it. Boo boo, you make me feel the same— and… good. ‘Cuz I’m pretty damn selfish when it comes to milady. Haha, okay… and mm— the fact that you just quoted that song… I can’t even. You’re so cute; and I love you so much, baby cakes.

Tender Love and Care (Mini Para) || Quartie 

• Quinn: *Quinn's heart sped it's pace beneath Artie's press-- of both his hand and lips upon her. He was being so slow and gentle, hand framing her neck and reeling her in gingerly as the kiss was deepened. Quinn's own fingers glided along the curve of Artie' back through white tee, her lips parting without thought at the sweep of tongue to lower pout. The grunt he released pulled a moan from Q's own throat as her tongue was engulfed by his and suckled. Fingers curled into Artie's back (the other into his chest), and Quinn surged forward - still keeping the kiss languid, but tilting her neck to allow him deeper into the cavern of her mouth...* I love you. *She gasped, then wholly returned the kiss again, hand this time sliding beneath the fabric of Artie's shirt and trailing his spine again. Now she could feel his hand higher along her thigh, then sensation drawing another moan from the blonde-- she needed air, but was reluctant to part. She was way too lost in him to do so.*
• Artie: *Artie inhaled deep, Q's moans and tilt of neck causing his own heart to race; her grip of both back and chest had goosebumps again raised, tongue thoroughly working against Quinn's same muscle, still gentle-- still suckling.* ... I love you, too. *Artie panted, "mm"ing as Q both resumed kiss and slipped skillful palm unto his bare skin beneath cotton tee; already, he could feel himself hardening, teeth sweetly nipping at Quinn's lower lip and touch massaging. Left hand slid from it's hold of neck, instead resting just below the front base (between collar bones), masculine nails atop delicate skin lightly raking. Artie's opposite grip gingerly kneaded Q's outer thigh, skimming the curved side of her rear and kiss-swollen mouth pulling free; rather, he peppered warm, butterfly pecks to Quinn's jaw, easing his way to right ear.* ... And-- I'm so /proud/ of you, Quinn... *Nibbling the lobe, Artie's palms feathered to Q's silk cami, lovingly sweeping over toned stomach (tenderly pressing to abdomen) and fingering the hem, intent on peeling it off-- wordlessly seeking permission...*

quinnisqueen:

theartieparty:

Same page, mama… same page. <3 Okay… good, okay… ‘Cuz— y’know, you’re all that to me. And more, baby cakes… It’s something I’ll never not appreciate. Also… babe— you’re deserving, too. You deserve to be loved… treated right— with respect and patience and praise… I’ll want you for always— I’m just glad you gave me a chance… and that you didn’t… run away.

Good, darling. <3 I know that sweetness and so are you… we’ll always show each other how much we appreciate the other, okay? Thank you, baby… I believe you. Otherwise, I don’t understand how I would be so lucky to have landed you. You do all of that for me… and I’m glad I gave you a chance too. You’ll always have me— I’m not going or running away to anywhere.

<3 … Okay. I— I know we will, angel face… I mean it, Sugar Lips— but… I’m lucky too. Just by having you… knowing that I have you, every day… I’m glad, shawty mine. I never want you feelin’ any other way… by any other guy, for that matter. You’ll always have me too— not that I could, ah… exactly “run” away, but… heh… I wouldn’t ever leave ya’, babe.

quinnisqueen:

theartieparty:

… I’ve got you too, baby. Always. <3 I just… I want all the same— but from me… to you, and… I just— don’t get it. Don’t get how I could be so lucky.

I know you do, sweetheart— and I feel so lucky because of it. <3 You always give me all of that, honey - and I’m forever grateful for it, and for you. Because, you’re deserving. You’re the most amazing person, and you deserve what you want. I’m just glad that it’s me.

Same page, mama… same page. <3 Okay… good, okay… ‘Cuz— y’know, you’re all that to me. And more, baby cakes… It’s something I’ll never not appreciate. Also… babe— you’re deserving, too. You deserve to be loved… treated right— with respect and patience and praise… I’ll want you for always— I’m just glad you gave me a chance… and that you didn’t… run away.