What are You Waiting For?
Title: What are You Waiting For?
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 411
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This was the moment that Quinn Fabray had been waiting for.
AN: I'm stuck on two stories right now (with ideas for more) and am hoping that this will help to get me out of my slump. Too long for a drabble; too short for a fic.
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This was the moment that Quinn Fabray had been waiting for. This was the moment where she could completely and utterly destroy Rachel Berry.
The blonde had her enemy pinned beneath her, stripped down to nothing and constantly making these desperate little gasping noises as if she didn’t spend an hour a day practicing breathing techniques or something and acting so damn submissive that Quinn kind of wanted to slap her across the face just to get a reaction.
It was Rachel’s first time doing this; doing anything, really. Quinn knew that for a fact-somewhere between Rachel’s bra being tossed across the room to land dangling from her elliptical in the far corner and Quinn’s lips and teeth kissing and nipping at the other girl’s neck before dropping lower to give attention to her breasts, Rachel had blown some sort of crazy-gasket and had just started talking.
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve been kissed like twice, but not, you know, like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten to second base, actually. Although, I don’t think that the baseball metaphors are at all appropriate, you know, for this, um, situation. Even with all the things they say about gay girls and softball-um, not that I’m implying-” The girl was almost grateful when Quinn shut her up with a kiss.
But, still, this was Rachel’s first time, and Quinn could use that against her. Could ruin her.
It wouldn’t be hard. Not at all. A few well-placed subtle jabs would be enough to rattle the brunette’s usually towering base of self-confidence. Or she could just get up and walk away right now, with a wrinkled nose and mentions of higher standards . She held the other girl’s heart in her hands, and knowing that she could break it whenever and however she wanted made Quinn feel high with power.
This was the moment. Quinn Fabray would completely destroy Rachel Berry right now. Quinn parted her lips to speak…
“You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped out of her mouth unbidden, and she was surprised at them (they were both a little surprised at them), but she was even more surprised that she had no desire to take them back or wash her mouth with soap or anything, and she was definitely the most surprised by the sudden burning in the back of her eyes and the butterflies in her stomach.
Rachel smiled brilliantly and Quinn wasn’t sure who was in control anymore.
Thank you for reading.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 411
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This was the moment that Quinn Fabray had been waiting for.
AN: I'm stuck on two stories right now (with ideas for more) and am hoping that this will help to get me out of my slump. Too long for a drabble; too short for a fic.
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This was the moment that Quinn Fabray had been waiting for. This was the moment where she could completely and utterly destroy Rachel Berry.
The blonde had her enemy pinned beneath her, stripped down to nothing and constantly making these desperate little gasping noises as if she didn’t spend an hour a day practicing breathing techniques or something and acting so damn submissive that Quinn kind of wanted to slap her across the face just to get a reaction.
It was Rachel’s first time doing this; doing anything, really. Quinn knew that for a fact-somewhere between Rachel’s bra being tossed across the room to land dangling from her elliptical in the far corner and Quinn’s lips and teeth kissing and nipping at the other girl’s neck before dropping lower to give attention to her breasts, Rachel had blown some sort of crazy-gasket and had just started talking.
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve been kissed like twice, but not, you know, like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten to second base, actually. Although, I don’t think that the baseball metaphors are at all appropriate, you know, for this, um, situation. Even with all the things they say about gay girls and softball-um, not that I’m implying-” The girl was almost grateful when Quinn shut her up with a kiss.
But, still, this was Rachel’s first time, and Quinn could use that against her. Could ruin her.
It wouldn’t be hard. Not at all. A few well-placed subtle jabs would be enough to rattle the brunette’s usually towering base of self-confidence. Or she could just get up and walk away right now, with a wrinkled nose and mentions of higher standards . She held the other girl’s heart in her hands, and knowing that she could break it whenever and however she wanted made Quinn feel high with power.
This was the moment. Quinn Fabray would completely destroy Rachel Berry right now. Quinn parted her lips to speak…
“You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped out of her mouth unbidden, and she was surprised at them (they were both a little surprised at them), but she was even more surprised that she had no desire to take them back or wash her mouth with soap or anything, and she was definitely the most surprised by the sudden burning in the back of her eyes and the butterflies in her stomach.
Rachel smiled brilliantly and Quinn wasn’t sure who was in control anymore.
Thank you for reading.