FIC: All the Rest (3/3)
Title: All the Rest (3/3)
Author: amaltheaz
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Future-AU
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,047 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anybody in Glee. And this is not used for profit.
Title comes from this quote: “My eyes and groin are permanently swollen, I’m alternatingly brilliant and witless -and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in. Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast, sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest of what I want with you that scares me shitless.” (Marilyn Hacker)
Author's Note: Last chapter, yay! Sorry I didn't post sooner. I was actually on away when I first started posting and then being back home got a little crazy, so to make up for it, this part is longer. Good, yes? Also there is significantly more fluff than smut in this last part, just in case y’all are here for the smut.
Author’s Note #2: Thank you to my bb, Cheyenne, for reading through this, and just like the last two parts, this is dedicated to Izzie, my favourite bacon-fiend, <333333.
All the Rest
Chapter Three
As their lips remain fused together, Rachel absently wondered why her girlfriend was being resistant to being pulled down when she had rested her hands on the small of Quinn's back. She wanted to feel Quinn's body covering hers, wanted to feel the expanse of flawless naked skin that made every nerve in her own body come alive at its slight touch, wanted to feel the blonde's warm, gentle curves sliding and fitting so perfectly with her own, like a missing puzzle piece.
Her missing puzzle piece.
So instead, she decided to focus on the blonde’s talented tongue gracefully sweeping over hers, stealing the very breath from her constricting lungs. There was a fiery blush painted across her cheeks and she could feel it spreading throughout her body as she recalled letting out an embarrassingly loud groan after Quinn granted her the gift of tasting herself when the blonde's tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth.
God, that tongue really knew how to drive her wild.
It had taken all of Quinn’s will power to not keep going, to not let her tongue keep going, to not let it just slide down Rachel's clit and enter her hot weeping core. Rachel wanted it, and so did she. Quinn could feel that tightening coil in the pit of her stomach, just begging her to keep going. But there was a specific reason why she wasn't lowering her body to press it against Rachel's.
She broke their kiss with a gasp, desperately breathing in as her girlfriend breathed out, resting their foreheads together. Hazel eyes fluttered close when Rachel’s hands were smoothly running up and down her back. Quinn realized belatedly that she was actually trembling. Such was the effect that the diva had on her that she just couldn’t keep still. It was like her soul was restless, and only Rachel had the touch to ground her.
“I love you, angel,” she murmured huskily in Rachel's ear as she finally slid her hand down between their bodies, whispering the nickname that she had given Rachel so long ago because well, it was true. Rachel was her angel. Quinn could barely think anymore of the ways that the little diva had saved her. She was the one that lit up the blonde's dark, empty world with her shining star, gave her more love than she knew what to do with and rescued her from the life that had seemed so hopeless after everything that she had been through in her young life.
“I love you to- oh my- fuck,” Rachel groaned, her breath caught in surprise, having expected to feel Quinn's fingers and most definitely, not the smooth length of the newly-purchased dildo thrusting so very slowly inside her and so very easily because dear god, she was already so very wet. Quinn was closer this time, the lower half of their bodies just barely grazing each other's but then the blonde stopped, just a few more inches from being completely inside her girlfriend. When she felt no more movement, Rachel opened her eyes, absently wondering when she had closed them in the first place, to find concerned, loving hazel eyes boring down into her own. It always took her breath away when Quinn looked at her like that, like she could very easily and very happily spend the rest of her days, just looking at Rachel and loving her with every fibre of her being.
“Okay?” she asked quietly. Quinn struggled a little, wanting to move faster, harder. She could feel it in her bones, her body shaking as though it were being physically restrained, keeping her from going too quickly. The blonde understood though, what it was, that she wasn't just filled with lust and desire for her girlfriend, but also a tenderness and a stronger kind of passion for Rachel. This happened sometimes, when Quinn had this almost possessive need to feel her girlfriend against her, to hear that beautiful voice moaning her name so reverently like a prayer, to have the girl cling onto her so tightly that they could actually feel their hearts beating hard against each other as they kissed so deeply and passionately as if their lives- their very existence- depended on it.
Quinn wanted to stare deeply into those dark, dark eyes as she slowly entered her, the very same dark eyes that managed to see right through her all those years ago back in high school. Dark eyes that saw her as more than just a pretty face. Dark eyes that despite the years when she had treated her so badly, now looked at her with so much trust and love that never failed to blow her away.
“Yeah, just...” Rachel swallowed thickly, not speaking or even letting out a single breath until Quinn finally slid in all eight inches of their new toy, the curved tip just barely brushing against that spot inside her, the one that always made her lungs search for lost air, the one that always made her see stars, “didn’t expect that,” she finished in a whispered gasp against Quinn's full lips. Her hands instantly flew down to Quinn's curvy hips, sighing shakily at the touch of faux-leather snugly encasing them in their buckled grip. Her breath caught in her chest, whining quietly in protest when she felt the dildo sliding out but then moaning low and deep when Quinn rocked back down, squeezing the silicone through Rachel's tight walls.
And as she gently pushed, the blonde's hazel eyes were twinkling brightly as she chuckled, “Yeah, that was kind of the point.” She slid her arm to wrap around Rachel's shoulders, bringing the two girls closer than they already were. Her other hand went to gently grip her girlfriend's thigh, bending the diva's smooth tanned leg at the knee, giving Quinn a better angle to thrust deeper inside Rachel, as evident when the brunette's moans transformed into throaty groans. It was music to her ears as their hips began to develop a steadier rhythm.
“Kiss me, Quinn.”
Quinn didn't reply and instead propped herself up on her elbow beside Rachel's head as they remained still in that moment, just staring at each other. They saw love, hope and a future that they knew with complete certainty was theirs and nobody was going to take it away from them. They were so drawn in by each other that they hadn't even realized that their hips had actually stopped. And then finally, after who knew how long, she leaned down to capture Rachel's lips with her own, kissing her deeply and taking in the brunette's moans into her chest. And she gave back as much in return.
She nearly lost her balance when she felt Rachel gasp against her lips, her girlfriend having decided to take matters into her own hands and bucked her hips upwards. The blonde grunted when the base of the strap-on tapped firmly against her clit, feeling her head spin at the relief it brought as she rolled her hips back against Rachel's, returning to the steady, almost lazy motion as their lips remained connected.
She wasn’t surprised though when, in the middle of the kiss, Rachel flipped them over. It didn’t even faze her when the brunette broke the kiss as she took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. This definitely wasn’t new at all. She knew that her girlfriend got a thrill out of having control over her. But as their eyes locked, dark brown eyes intensely staring down mossy green ones, Quinn instinctively understood that this was one of those times when Rachel wasn't looking for a struggle for dominance but that she was looking for more. They had done this dance many times before but the thrill that churned wildly in her gut never disappeared, never lessened. Every single time always felt like the first time.
The energy between them shifted.
Even though her eyelids were hooded, Rachel knew just where and what her girlfriend's stare was directed at, where it had gone as soon as she was on top, and fuck, if it didn't make that spring in the pit of her stomach tighten even further. “You love watching me, don’t you, baby?” she whispered in a shuddery breath that transformed into a ragged moan when the curved tip hit that sweet spot inside her and she moved her hips with harder intent, though still keeping to the slow and steady pace that they had set earlier. She moved her hands up from holding onto pale wrists to intertwine her fingers with Quinn's, her heart fluttering when the blonde instantly gave her hands a tight squeeze.
Rachel loved those little things the best. Despite the grandiose way she presented herself to the world, she was a big fan of the small gestures. She honestly never thought that she would be but as it turned out, she really was. For instance, she preferred Quinn singing to her in the privacy of their bedroom, rather than any public space, in front of their friends or strangers. She loved it when her girlfriend would just take her hand, and she would look up to see those hazel eyes staring at her so adoringly and she knew in her heart that there was no other reason for it but that Quinn needed to feel her touch. It always took her breath away when it would click that Quinn was so endlessly captivated by her, following her every move wherever she went and touching her without shame or worry for what other people thought.
Hazel eyes remained focused on Rachel's languid movements against the piece of silicone that was attached to her, watching the way that the brunette greedily took every inch of it inside her, more than used to its length by now and the mouth-watering shine of the diva's delicious, thick wetness just dripping down onto her pale skin. “Fuck yeah,” she growled under her breath, fluidly rocking her own hips up to meet with Rachel's, aiding the brunette in her search for release, feeling her own approaching just as closely.
She gave the blonde's hands a squeeze in return, hissing a deep breath when she felt herself being pulled down into Quinn's arms while her own went to wrap tightly around the blonde's neck and Rachel sighed at the sensation of their bodies pressed so closely to each other as they continued to move together. They were so close that she could actually feel Quinn's heart racing, and she knew that her own was doing the same. It always left her with such awe that they did this to each other.
Quinn remembered like it was yesterday; that one amazing night in junior year when Rachel showed her that her feelings were returned. She had been so afraid, so unsure about pushing for more; about whether this was what Rachel really wanted. The tiny diva didn’t reply. She just silently took her by the hand and placed it on top of her chest. And as soon as she felt the strong, rapid thuds of Rachel’s heart against her hand, Quinn realized that her own was responding in kind. There just could be no more doubt after that.
Rachel's panted breaths were blowing hot against her neck and hazel eyes fluttered as she sensed the increasingly desperate urgency in their movements, in Rachel's high-pitched moans and in the way that she held on tighter to Quinn. The diva’s inner walls were clamping so tightly around the toy that she could actually feel the resistance as she gracefully rolled her hips upwards, trying to move in and out of her girlfriend. The blonde's hands that had been on the small of Rachel’s back went in opposite directions, one up to bury long, pale fingers in thick brunette locks, lightly tugging at them, while the other went to firmly grip Rachel’s hip, guiding her girlfriend to keep moving with her, to push harder against her.
“I love you so much, Rachel.”
The diva lifted her head from the crook of Quinn's neck, lifted until she came face to face with the gorgeous blonde that was slowly grinding against her. Her heart had fluttered wildly when she heard Quinn's whispered words and she wanted- needed- to look at the girl as she quietly replied, “I love you too, baby.” The softness in Quinn’s hazel eyes made her smile, made her chest ache so painfully as it clenched and tightened at the sight of all the love that was only for her. Rachel wanted to cry. She wanted to sing. She wanted to recite sonnets and various other poems that flew through her mind. All because of this one girl. Instead she leaned down, crashing their lips together, trying to pour everything that she could into it; everything of who she was and everything of who she would always be.
Quinn's.
The kiss was quickly turning sloppy and frantic while their writhing hips began to move faster, their bodies knowing instinctively how incredibly near to release they were. Neither girl wanted to break the kiss, too unwilling to cut off this meeting of greedy lips and needy tongues.
But it was out of their control when Rachel broke the kiss, having felt the strap-on moving so deliciously deep inside her, hitting against her spot over and over again until she just couldn’t take it anymore. Her body arched against the blonde’s, a groan escaping the confines of her chest though she held back as her hips kept going, kept pushing so that the base of the dildo would rub harder against the blonde’s swollen clit because god, she needed Quinn to be there with her too. She could feel her girlfriend getting there too from the way that she held onto Rachel, the way that her body was arching back against Rachel’s, and the way that her husky moans and a litany of Rachel’s name spilled out faster than she could even begin to catch them.
Finally, at the sound of Quinn’s deep groan, the brunette freed her barely restrained grasp over her orgasm while bringing their lips back together so that they would be connected in every way that was possible while they fell over the edge together. Their eyes closed at the same time as their bodies shook and quaked until Quinn finally fell back to the bed with Rachel in her arms and their legs tangled together as they fought to catch their breath.
Her hands roamed over Rachel’s heated skin, stroking softly as they basked in their shared bliss. “Okay?” she asked in between panted breaths, wanting to check in on the quiet diva and she felt the brunette nodding quickly against her shoulder. It was moments later when Rachel’s hips lifted; releasing the strap-on from her sensitive, hot core with a whimper that Quinn turned her head to press a soothing kiss at the side of her neck. “Angel, can I keep you?” she murmured lazily while her heart returned to its strong, steady thumps, beating for the girl locked in her embrace. A blush flooded her cheeks when she belatedly realized what she had just asked, the very implications of it.
Rachel grinned crookedly, her chest fluttering wildly at the blonde’s sweet question, innately understanding what she was asking of her. “Forever, if you want,” she sighed happily as she kissed Quinn’s flushed cheek. She would want nothing more.
“Yeah?” she asked with a shaky sigh, only hearing the brunette humming in reply while her nimble fingers tugged at the harness around Quinn’s hips, deftly unbuckling the straps to take it off her. Hazel eyes fluttered close when soft full lips pressed briefly against hers, hearing the quiet thump of the dildo hitting the floor as smooth, long legs tangled with her own. “Forever,” she uttered wistfully with a content smile. Her arms went around Rachel while the brunette’s body melted completely into her, moulding her curves perfectly with Quinn’s as she nuzzled her nose to the delicate curve of Quinn’s neck. A perfect fit.
Rachel didn’t know what it was. Though she could very easily take a nap right then and now, her body was still buzzing with need for more of Quinn. It certainly didn’t help that the blonde was still touching her everywhere, even though she knew that the intent was clearly meant to be innocent, and also the fact that Quinn always seemed to have this need to touch her after they had been intimate, as if she was trying to make sure that Rachel was still there. That Rachel wasn’t a dream.
“So um, what did you tell Santana earlier?”
The blonde frowned slightly at her girlfriend’s question, confused that it just came from out of nowhere. Her eyes had been closed; just about ready to doze off when Rachel spoke. She tried to recall though, the message the she had sent to their friend before she and Rachel had taken their nap and well- before. “Uhh, I told her that we'll go over and have lunch with her and Britt instead.”
The diva looked up at their alarm clock and bit her lip, a plan beginning to form in her brain as she traced random patterns on Quinn’s chest. “We still have some time.”
Quinn nodded, closing her eyes as she assumed that Rachel meant that they had time for a nap. “Ye- wait, what are you doing?” Hazel eyes snapped open when she felt a distinct lack of her girlfriend’s torso in her arms and found Rachel moving down her body, leaving a trail of light kisses down her body. Heat rushed back throughout her body and she couldn’t take her eyes off her, letting out a moan when full lips sucked greedily on her hardening nipple.
The brunette paused in her descent and dark brown orbs looked up to meet hers as Rachel purposefully licked her lips. Quinn could swear she saw hunger burning in Rachel’s eyes. “I didn't get to have my breakfast,” she finally uttered and Rachel's smirk was the last thing Quinn saw before she closed her eyes again, surrendering herself to the girl that she loved more than anything in the world.
THE END
Author: amaltheaz
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Future-AU
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,047 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anybody in Glee. And this is not used for profit.
Title comes from this quote: “My eyes and groin are permanently swollen, I’m alternatingly brilliant and witless -and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in. Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast, sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest of what I want with you that scares me shitless.” (Marilyn Hacker)
Author's Note: Last chapter, yay! Sorry I didn't post sooner. I was actually on away when I first started posting and then being back home got a little crazy, so to make up for it, this part is longer. Good, yes? Also there is significantly more fluff than smut in this last part, just in case y’all are here for the smut.
Author’s Note #2: Thank you to my bb, Cheyenne, for reading through this, and just like the last two parts, this is dedicated to Izzie, my favourite bacon-fiend, <333333.
All the Rest
Chapter Three
As their lips remain fused together, Rachel absently wondered why her girlfriend was being resistant to being pulled down when she had rested her hands on the small of Quinn's back. She wanted to feel Quinn's body covering hers, wanted to feel the expanse of flawless naked skin that made every nerve in her own body come alive at its slight touch, wanted to feel the blonde's warm, gentle curves sliding and fitting so perfectly with her own, like a missing puzzle piece.
Her missing puzzle piece.
So instead, she decided to focus on the blonde’s talented tongue gracefully sweeping over hers, stealing the very breath from her constricting lungs. There was a fiery blush painted across her cheeks and she could feel it spreading throughout her body as she recalled letting out an embarrassingly loud groan after Quinn granted her the gift of tasting herself when the blonde's tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth.
God, that tongue really knew how to drive her wild.
It had taken all of Quinn’s will power to not keep going, to not let her tongue keep going, to not let it just slide down Rachel's clit and enter her hot weeping core. Rachel wanted it, and so did she. Quinn could feel that tightening coil in the pit of her stomach, just begging her to keep going. But there was a specific reason why she wasn't lowering her body to press it against Rachel's.
She broke their kiss with a gasp, desperately breathing in as her girlfriend breathed out, resting their foreheads together. Hazel eyes fluttered close when Rachel’s hands were smoothly running up and down her back. Quinn realized belatedly that she was actually trembling. Such was the effect that the diva had on her that she just couldn’t keep still. It was like her soul was restless, and only Rachel had the touch to ground her.
“I love you, angel,” she murmured huskily in Rachel's ear as she finally slid her hand down between their bodies, whispering the nickname that she had given Rachel so long ago because well, it was true. Rachel was her angel. Quinn could barely think anymore of the ways that the little diva had saved her. She was the one that lit up the blonde's dark, empty world with her shining star, gave her more love than she knew what to do with and rescued her from the life that had seemed so hopeless after everything that she had been through in her young life.
“I love you to- oh my- fuck,” Rachel groaned, her breath caught in surprise, having expected to feel Quinn's fingers and most definitely, not the smooth length of the newly-purchased dildo thrusting so very slowly inside her and so very easily because dear god, she was already so very wet. Quinn was closer this time, the lower half of their bodies just barely grazing each other's but then the blonde stopped, just a few more inches from being completely inside her girlfriend. When she felt no more movement, Rachel opened her eyes, absently wondering when she had closed them in the first place, to find concerned, loving hazel eyes boring down into her own. It always took her breath away when Quinn looked at her like that, like she could very easily and very happily spend the rest of her days, just looking at Rachel and loving her with every fibre of her being.
“Okay?” she asked quietly. Quinn struggled a little, wanting to move faster, harder. She could feel it in her bones, her body shaking as though it were being physically restrained, keeping her from going too quickly. The blonde understood though, what it was, that she wasn't just filled with lust and desire for her girlfriend, but also a tenderness and a stronger kind of passion for Rachel. This happened sometimes, when Quinn had this almost possessive need to feel her girlfriend against her, to hear that beautiful voice moaning her name so reverently like a prayer, to have the girl cling onto her so tightly that they could actually feel their hearts beating hard against each other as they kissed so deeply and passionately as if their lives- their very existence- depended on it.
Quinn wanted to stare deeply into those dark, dark eyes as she slowly entered her, the very same dark eyes that managed to see right through her all those years ago back in high school. Dark eyes that saw her as more than just a pretty face. Dark eyes that despite the years when she had treated her so badly, now looked at her with so much trust and love that never failed to blow her away.
“Yeah, just...” Rachel swallowed thickly, not speaking or even letting out a single breath until Quinn finally slid in all eight inches of their new toy, the curved tip just barely brushing against that spot inside her, the one that always made her lungs search for lost air, the one that always made her see stars, “didn’t expect that,” she finished in a whispered gasp against Quinn's full lips. Her hands instantly flew down to Quinn's curvy hips, sighing shakily at the touch of faux-leather snugly encasing them in their buckled grip. Her breath caught in her chest, whining quietly in protest when she felt the dildo sliding out but then moaning low and deep when Quinn rocked back down, squeezing the silicone through Rachel's tight walls.
And as she gently pushed, the blonde's hazel eyes were twinkling brightly as she chuckled, “Yeah, that was kind of the point.” She slid her arm to wrap around Rachel's shoulders, bringing the two girls closer than they already were. Her other hand went to gently grip her girlfriend's thigh, bending the diva's smooth tanned leg at the knee, giving Quinn a better angle to thrust deeper inside Rachel, as evident when the brunette's moans transformed into throaty groans. It was music to her ears as their hips began to develop a steadier rhythm.
“Kiss me, Quinn.”
Quinn didn't reply and instead propped herself up on her elbow beside Rachel's head as they remained still in that moment, just staring at each other. They saw love, hope and a future that they knew with complete certainty was theirs and nobody was going to take it away from them. They were so drawn in by each other that they hadn't even realized that their hips had actually stopped. And then finally, after who knew how long, she leaned down to capture Rachel's lips with her own, kissing her deeply and taking in the brunette's moans into her chest. And she gave back as much in return.
She nearly lost her balance when she felt Rachel gasp against her lips, her girlfriend having decided to take matters into her own hands and bucked her hips upwards. The blonde grunted when the base of the strap-on tapped firmly against her clit, feeling her head spin at the relief it brought as she rolled her hips back against Rachel's, returning to the steady, almost lazy motion as their lips remained connected.
She wasn’t surprised though when, in the middle of the kiss, Rachel flipped them over. It didn’t even faze her when the brunette broke the kiss as she took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. This definitely wasn’t new at all. She knew that her girlfriend got a thrill out of having control over her. But as their eyes locked, dark brown eyes intensely staring down mossy green ones, Quinn instinctively understood that this was one of those times when Rachel wasn't looking for a struggle for dominance but that she was looking for more. They had done this dance many times before but the thrill that churned wildly in her gut never disappeared, never lessened. Every single time always felt like the first time.
The energy between them shifted.
Even though her eyelids were hooded, Rachel knew just where and what her girlfriend's stare was directed at, where it had gone as soon as she was on top, and fuck, if it didn't make that spring in the pit of her stomach tighten even further. “You love watching me, don’t you, baby?” she whispered in a shuddery breath that transformed into a ragged moan when the curved tip hit that sweet spot inside her and she moved her hips with harder intent, though still keeping to the slow and steady pace that they had set earlier. She moved her hands up from holding onto pale wrists to intertwine her fingers with Quinn's, her heart fluttering when the blonde instantly gave her hands a tight squeeze.
Rachel loved those little things the best. Despite the grandiose way she presented herself to the world, she was a big fan of the small gestures. She honestly never thought that she would be but as it turned out, she really was. For instance, she preferred Quinn singing to her in the privacy of their bedroom, rather than any public space, in front of their friends or strangers. She loved it when her girlfriend would just take her hand, and she would look up to see those hazel eyes staring at her so adoringly and she knew in her heart that there was no other reason for it but that Quinn needed to feel her touch. It always took her breath away when it would click that Quinn was so endlessly captivated by her, following her every move wherever she went and touching her without shame or worry for what other people thought.
Hazel eyes remained focused on Rachel's languid movements against the piece of silicone that was attached to her, watching the way that the brunette greedily took every inch of it inside her, more than used to its length by now and the mouth-watering shine of the diva's delicious, thick wetness just dripping down onto her pale skin. “Fuck yeah,” she growled under her breath, fluidly rocking her own hips up to meet with Rachel's, aiding the brunette in her search for release, feeling her own approaching just as closely.
She gave the blonde's hands a squeeze in return, hissing a deep breath when she felt herself being pulled down into Quinn's arms while her own went to wrap tightly around the blonde's neck and Rachel sighed at the sensation of their bodies pressed so closely to each other as they continued to move together. They were so close that she could actually feel Quinn's heart racing, and she knew that her own was doing the same. It always left her with such awe that they did this to each other.
Quinn remembered like it was yesterday; that one amazing night in junior year when Rachel showed her that her feelings were returned. She had been so afraid, so unsure about pushing for more; about whether this was what Rachel really wanted. The tiny diva didn’t reply. She just silently took her by the hand and placed it on top of her chest. And as soon as she felt the strong, rapid thuds of Rachel’s heart against her hand, Quinn realized that her own was responding in kind. There just could be no more doubt after that.
Rachel's panted breaths were blowing hot against her neck and hazel eyes fluttered as she sensed the increasingly desperate urgency in their movements, in Rachel's high-pitched moans and in the way that she held on tighter to Quinn. The diva’s inner walls were clamping so tightly around the toy that she could actually feel the resistance as she gracefully rolled her hips upwards, trying to move in and out of her girlfriend. The blonde's hands that had been on the small of Rachel’s back went in opposite directions, one up to bury long, pale fingers in thick brunette locks, lightly tugging at them, while the other went to firmly grip Rachel’s hip, guiding her girlfriend to keep moving with her, to push harder against her.
“I love you so much, Rachel.”
The diva lifted her head from the crook of Quinn's neck, lifted until she came face to face with the gorgeous blonde that was slowly grinding against her. Her heart had fluttered wildly when she heard Quinn's whispered words and she wanted- needed- to look at the girl as she quietly replied, “I love you too, baby.” The softness in Quinn’s hazel eyes made her smile, made her chest ache so painfully as it clenched and tightened at the sight of all the love that was only for her. Rachel wanted to cry. She wanted to sing. She wanted to recite sonnets and various other poems that flew through her mind. All because of this one girl. Instead she leaned down, crashing their lips together, trying to pour everything that she could into it; everything of who she was and everything of who she would always be.
Quinn's.
The kiss was quickly turning sloppy and frantic while their writhing hips began to move faster, their bodies knowing instinctively how incredibly near to release they were. Neither girl wanted to break the kiss, too unwilling to cut off this meeting of greedy lips and needy tongues.
But it was out of their control when Rachel broke the kiss, having felt the strap-on moving so deliciously deep inside her, hitting against her spot over and over again until she just couldn’t take it anymore. Her body arched against the blonde’s, a groan escaping the confines of her chest though she held back as her hips kept going, kept pushing so that the base of the dildo would rub harder against the blonde’s swollen clit because god, she needed Quinn to be there with her too. She could feel her girlfriend getting there too from the way that she held onto Rachel, the way that her body was arching back against Rachel’s, and the way that her husky moans and a litany of Rachel’s name spilled out faster than she could even begin to catch them.
Finally, at the sound of Quinn’s deep groan, the brunette freed her barely restrained grasp over her orgasm while bringing their lips back together so that they would be connected in every way that was possible while they fell over the edge together. Their eyes closed at the same time as their bodies shook and quaked until Quinn finally fell back to the bed with Rachel in her arms and their legs tangled together as they fought to catch their breath.
Her hands roamed over Rachel’s heated skin, stroking softly as they basked in their shared bliss. “Okay?” she asked in between panted breaths, wanting to check in on the quiet diva and she felt the brunette nodding quickly against her shoulder. It was moments later when Rachel’s hips lifted; releasing the strap-on from her sensitive, hot core with a whimper that Quinn turned her head to press a soothing kiss at the side of her neck. “Angel, can I keep you?” she murmured lazily while her heart returned to its strong, steady thumps, beating for the girl locked in her embrace. A blush flooded her cheeks when she belatedly realized what she had just asked, the very implications of it.
Rachel grinned crookedly, her chest fluttering wildly at the blonde’s sweet question, innately understanding what she was asking of her. “Forever, if you want,” she sighed happily as she kissed Quinn’s flushed cheek. She would want nothing more.
“Yeah?” she asked with a shaky sigh, only hearing the brunette humming in reply while her nimble fingers tugged at the harness around Quinn’s hips, deftly unbuckling the straps to take it off her. Hazel eyes fluttered close when soft full lips pressed briefly against hers, hearing the quiet thump of the dildo hitting the floor as smooth, long legs tangled with her own. “Forever,” she uttered wistfully with a content smile. Her arms went around Rachel while the brunette’s body melted completely into her, moulding her curves perfectly with Quinn’s as she nuzzled her nose to the delicate curve of Quinn’s neck. A perfect fit.
Rachel didn’t know what it was. Though she could very easily take a nap right then and now, her body was still buzzing with need for more of Quinn. It certainly didn’t help that the blonde was still touching her everywhere, even though she knew that the intent was clearly meant to be innocent, and also the fact that Quinn always seemed to have this need to touch her after they had been intimate, as if she was trying to make sure that Rachel was still there. That Rachel wasn’t a dream.
“So um, what did you tell Santana earlier?”
The blonde frowned slightly at her girlfriend’s question, confused that it just came from out of nowhere. Her eyes had been closed; just about ready to doze off when Rachel spoke. She tried to recall though, the message the she had sent to their friend before she and Rachel had taken their nap and well- before. “Uhh, I told her that we'll go over and have lunch with her and Britt instead.”
The diva looked up at their alarm clock and bit her lip, a plan beginning to form in her brain as she traced random patterns on Quinn’s chest. “We still have some time.”
Quinn nodded, closing her eyes as she assumed that Rachel meant that they had time for a nap. “Ye- wait, what are you doing?” Hazel eyes snapped open when she felt a distinct lack of her girlfriend’s torso in her arms and found Rachel moving down her body, leaving a trail of light kisses down her body. Heat rushed back throughout her body and she couldn’t take her eyes off her, letting out a moan when full lips sucked greedily on her hardening nipple.
The brunette paused in her descent and dark brown orbs looked up to meet hers as Rachel purposefully licked her lips. Quinn could swear she saw hunger burning in Rachel’s eyes. “I didn't get to have my breakfast,” she finally uttered and Rachel's smirk was the last thing Quinn saw before she closed her eyes again, surrendering herself to the girl that she loved more than anything in the world.
THE END