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adam-memeleri · 3 years

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i went through aislinns tag at 2 in the morning yesterday and didn’t see a single fic so fuck it i’ll do it myself i guess

Aislinn finds herself alone with Quinn after staying late in the office, and is soon whisked out on definitely not a date for the rest of the evening.

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T Rating (just fluff and aislinn being cute, so the usual lmao)

Aislinn x MC (Quinn Michaels, gender neutral)

~1,4k words (no editing, we die like men)

The law office is missing its characteristic bustle as Aislinn scrawls away at a page, a crease between her brows as she works. A sigh slips past her lips and she rolls her neck to release some tension, stifling a groan of exhaustion.

“Are you busy or is this all for show?” a voice calls from the open doorway, the first person to pass it in Aislinn’s not sure how long.

Her dark eyes flicker upwards, lips already curving in a brilliant smile before her gaze even lands on the person hanging from the doorframe. “Just finishing up some paperwork.”

“And by finishing, do you mean actually finishing, or are you going to be here for hours still?” the lawyer’s eyes crinkle with a grin as they step forward, stalking further into the office like an animal on the prowl.

Aislinn’s shoulders lift in a weak shrug, a bashful blush staining her cheeks. “Not hours, per say…”

“Aislinn!” Quinn chides with a laugh, collapsing lazily into the chair across from her desk.

“What?”

They shift in the chair, folding one leg over the other in an elegantly leisurely motion. “The paperwork can wait, it’ll be there in the morning.”

“I know," Aislinn starts, preparing herself with a deep breath, "but I’ll have more in the morning from new cases and updates on top of this, and this'll slow me down so the backlog just gets larger and larger until I'm way behind and everyone's frustrated, and I don't want that, so I should just finish it now.” She finally stops, sucking in a deep breath.

Quinn taps out a sharp rhythm on the arm of the chair, eyes roving over Aislinn in inspection with a bemused tilt to her lips. “Okay,” they answer abruptly.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” they repeat, smile growing playfully, “But I’m staying too, so every minute you lose sleep, is a minute away from me too.”

A frown dips Aislinn’s features as she scowls across the desk, “I don’t like that.”

Quinn winks, “That’s the point.”

Aislinn shakes her head at them, turning back to the papers and files strewn across the wood grain of her desk to hide her smile. “I’ll be quick,” she chuckles beneath her breath.

---

A half hour later, a file thuds on Aislinn’s desk as she grins victoriously, leaning back in her chair. “Done!” she announces.

“Great!” Quinn claps, jumping to their feet before Aislinn can even blink. “Now let’s go get something to eat.”

“I thought we were supposed to go home?”

Quinn halts behind the chair they were lounging in, arms folding over the back of it. “Do you want to go home?”

“What’s the alternative?”

“I take you out to dinner and we have a good time.”

Aislinn laughs lightly, “I’m starting to think you had an ulterior motive coming in here.”

“Me? Never,” they drawl huskily before spinning on their heel, striding confidently to the office door they always seem to appear in when Aislinn needs them most. They glance back, the corners of their mouth ticked upwards, “You coming?”

Aislinn darts to her feet, her desk chair tilting dangerously at the sudden movement, before she grabs her jacket off the back of it and hurries out the door, heels clicking in a quick beat as she catches up. Quinn’s still walking in eager steps when Aislinn falls into step beside them, but spares a wide smile before thumbing the button for the elevator.

Aislinn taps her foot for a beat before chancing a peek at Quinn. “What kind of dinner is this going to be?”

“Oh, just two friends staying out too late and eating food,” Quinn shrugs, fighting a bemused smile. “Are there some expectations I now need to meet?” they tease.

Her hair shifts as she shakes her head, stilling at the beep of the elevator. “No, I was just… curious.” So this is definitely not a date. Noted.

---

“So why here?” Aislinn’s dark eyes flicker around the restaurant she’s found herself in, warm lighting and deep colours filling the space. A few other patrons fill the seats, even in the late hour, conversation creating a soft murmur.

“Hmm?” Quinn glances up from their plate, pasta stabbed on their fork.

“You have all of New York at your disposal and you brought me here.”

They meet her smile without hesitation, before shrugging casually. “It’s cozy. And I didn’t think you’d like something flashy and uptight.”

“Do you know somewhere flashy and uptight?”

“Not quite…” they admit, “but I’m sure Gigi does.”

Aislinn can’t help but laugh at the immediate return of confidence, the crooked tilt to Quinn’s grin. “You’d owe Gigi a favour just for a dinner?”

“If it’s with you?” their smile turns coy, “In a heartbeat.”

Aislinn pauses, blinking blankly across the table before she clears her throat, looking away to stare at her plate, a furious blush on her cheeks. A silence fills the space between them, only broken by scraping silverware. “So how are you liking your apartment?” Aislinn finally musters, glancing upwards briefly.

“Oh, it’s amazing,” Quinn grins, carrying on without a care. “I owe you so bad.”

“Lucky for you, I’m a lot more forgiving than Gigi.”

“Also a lot cuter,” Quinn winks.

An amused chuckle thrums in Aislinn’s throat, “Careful not to say that around her.”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Aislinn cocks her head, smiling softening but cheeks still pink, “How do you always do that? Turn things lighthearted, I mean.”

They shrug again, as easygoing as ever, “You just have to not care. Don’t put pressure on it to be fun or whatever, just try to find all the little enjoyable things and focus on them.”

Aislinn just watches them for a moment with a gentle smile, eyes bright and shining with the warmth of the restaurant and her own affections. A few stray strands of hair frame her face and the dazzling features carved within it.

“Oh now what?” Quinn laughs brightly at the look in dark eyes across from them.

“Nothing,” Aislinn shakes her head, still fighting a beaming grin, “I just like that. You make things seem easy.”

“It is easy, you’re just in your head. I’ll prove it one of these days, you’ll see.”

A soft laugh bubbles out of Aislinn, a melody contrasting with the din of chatter throughout the rest of the building. “I’m sure I will.”

---

Aislinn glances down the street, raising onto her toes to see above passing heads. The pavement’s damp beneath her feet, lights glinting in the puddles by the curb and Quinn’s wide smile. “Did I live up to your expectations?”

“There were none, remember?” Aislinn’s expression shifts into a delicate smile for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

“Sure,” Quinn squints at her in a disbelieving glower. “Well, regardless, I hope you had a good time.”

“I did. I hope I was good enough company.”

“There’s no one else I’d have rather spent the night with.”

A flush warms the back of Aislinn’s neck and she averts her gaze, fingers toying with the bracelet draped around her wrist. She risks a look towards the person beside her, finding their eyes already trained on her and shining.

“Me neither,” Aislinn finally whispers, earning a smile so bright she thinks she might go blind.

“Good.” Quinn’s smile fades into something softer, eyes refusing to look away for a long moment, “Night.” It draws Aislinn in, hypnotises her beneath glowing lamp posts, and she doesn’t even mind. “Night,” Quinn repeats as they seem to blink out of a similar haze, grin widening once more as they step away, trailing backwards down the pavement.

Aislinn turns too, smiling faintly to herself as she stuffs her hands into her pockets. Stray coins clink against one another within, and she trails a fingertip over the edge of one just to give herself something to do, something other than thinking about that smile.

“Wait, Aislinn!” rings in her ears and she spins, a questioning furrow to her brow. Quinn staggers to a stop before her, that smile just as it was, “I forgot something.” They lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Aislinn’s cheek before darting back again. “There. Now, goodnight,” they tease before whirling around, rushing down the sidewalk and leaving Aislinn in their wake.

That kiss was definitely not the end to a definitely not a date, and Aislinn and Quinn definitely won’t be thinking about it for days. And they definitely won’t be going on another within the next week.

#writing was so weiiiiirdddd after so long #but its cool its happening again at least afhfkj #aislinn tanaka #aislinn x mc #laws of attraction #choices fanfic #choices loa

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