Backlog: You know it's been so long... Part One
Who: Quinn and Rachel
When: Wednesday, 2nd February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House
What: You know, it’s been so long...
Status: Complete
***WARNING: Rated NC-17 for briefly at the beginning and at the end.***
Rachel checked the time once more, noting she probably had, at best, a few minutes before Quinn arrived home from work. She was behind schedule, unfortunately, mostly due to how long it took to get Benjamin down after his last feeding. Olivia seemed to be taking to the breast easily enough, so did Benjamin, but he just seemed to be so irritable lately. Rachel was concerned for him. Her father had reassured her that it was in a baby’s nature to cry so easily. Rachel hoped he was right.
She quickly checked on the twins as she passed the nursery to her room and into the ensuite, heading straight for the bath tub. She turned the taps and waited for the stream of cold water turn to hot. By the time Quinn would be home and undressed, the water would be at the perfect temperature for her to relax. Rachel reached for the bubble bath bottle and began to pour it into the steady stream, watching as the bubbles began to grow, floating on top of the rising water.
Quinn let herself into the house and shed her coat, her ears immediately perking up. She listened for any sounds of Rachel or the babies, much like she did everyday to make sure Rachel didn’t need her help immediately. She walked into the kitchen and set the mail in the allocated basket. She was surprised to smell dinner cooking in the oven. She was going to kill Rachel. They’d had many discussions about her just focusing on the babies during the day and not trying to be supermom, but she should’ve known that the brunette wouldn’t listen.
Heading up the stairs, Quinn tried to make as little noise as possible. She didn’t hear Rachel moving around in the nursery which meant that the twins were asleep. Truthfully, Quinn was a little relieved. It had been a long, stressful day at the precinct and her files were piling up. The time she’d taken off was catching up to her and she didn’t want to start getting sloppy or making more work for other people. It was just really hard to do work when her back and belly got in the way of sitting at her desk properly and she had to make trips to the restroom every five minutes.
She walked into the bedroom, pulling her cardigan off. Rachel kept the house a lot warmer than Quinn usually did and she was still getting used to that. She could hear water running in the bathroom and smiled. Finally, Rachel was taking some time for herself. She moved to the double doors and opened them enough to poke her head in. She saw Rachel sitting on the edge of the tub. “Hey, I’m home. I’ll just watch dinner while you take your bath.”
Rachel looked up from the tub to find Quinn standing tiredly at the door. “Oh! No, no, no,” she began shaking her head and standing up. “That just won’t do.” She turned off the running water and walked toward Quinn taking her hands and tugging her forward. “This luxurious bubble bath isn’t for me,” she said before leaning in and kissing Quinn softly on the lips. She grinned at the blonde as she pulled back. “You undress, hop in, relax while I keep an eye on dinner. Tonight, my dear,” she began with a giggle, “is all about you.” Rachel gently poked Quinn’s nose.
Rachel could see the protest already on Quinn’s lips so she quickly stepped closer, her right hand moving to caress Quinn’s belly, her hand moving dangerously close to her breast. Rachel let her lips brush against the outer shell of Quinn’s ear. “I’ll have my fun later,” she whispered, her teeth gently nipping at Quinn’s ear lobe.
Quinn moaned, her whole body reacting to the tiny action. She’d been reading up on her pregnancy recently. She was just getting into her fifth month good and had been craving sex lately. She’d been managing it well, sincerely too tired by the time she got home and got the twins and Rachel settled to even think of doing anything more than crawling into bed and going to sleep. But she’d seen the pictures Rachel put on her tumblr earlier and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them or Rachel for most of the day.
“Promise?” She asked with a grin as she started to tug her dress over her head.
Rachel took a small step back allowing Quinn to pull her dress up and over her head. Rachel let her eyes follow a path down Quinn’s half naked body. God she missed seeing that every night, being pressed against that every night. She bit her lip as she eyed Quinn’s baby bump. How can a baby bump make me want to bury myself inside her even more than usual? Rachel thought to herself. I clearly have issues.
Rachel finally dragged her eyes back up to meet Quinn’s. “I hope you’ll be okay with being a little late to work tomorrow. I have... so many plans for you,” she said seriously, a little breathless as images of a naked, writhing Quinn entered her mind.
Turning to the other woman, she reached for Rachel and pulled her close, taking her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands moved to Rachel’s back and pressed her into her body. They’d shared many kisses over the last few months, but Quinn had never felt quite like this, desperate and wanting.
Rachel arched into Quinn’s embrace, her lips opening beneath the blonde’s, her tongue searching for Quinn’s. In the back of her mind she knew she had dinner in the oven and this would derail her plans, but it felt incredible to be near Quinn again, to feel her body against hers. She almost debated just having her way with Quinn right there in the bathroom, but the part of her that was a stickler for sticking to pre-arranged plans was screaming at her for getting off track. She pulled out of the kiss breathlessly, resting her forehead against Quinn’s. “We’ll ruin dinner if we keep going.”
“What would you say if I said I don’t care?” Quinn panted, nipping at Rachel’s bottom lip. She knew she should probably eat, but her body wasn’t exactly focused on food right now. She reached up and cupped Rachel’s left breast with her right hand, kneading softly. “I know you want this.”
Rachel’s eyes fluttered closed as Quinn’s fingers gently squeezed her breast. “Fuck, Quinn,” she moaned as her right hand slid up over Quinn’s belly. She eyed the tub, steam slowly rising from the hot water. “You know I need you, not just want you,” she said, her voice low and husky. Rachel leaned in and attached her lips to Quinn’s neck. She bit gently before soothing the skin with her tongue. “I think you’re the only person that could get me to abandon my best laid plans,” she murmured, beginning to walk Quinn back toward the open door leading to their bedroom.
Quinn smiled triumphantly, turning and practically dragging Rachel over to the bed. “Plans can easily be adjusted. Hot water can be added to the tepid water when we’re done. We’ll just...take the edge off,” Quinn reasoned, tugging at the hem of Rachel’s shirt.
Rachel let Quinn pull her top up and over her head. She stumbled back slightly, her backside hitting the edge of the bed. She reached forward for Quinn’s bra, beginning to tug it up and over her head. “How long have you been feeling like this?” She asked breathlessly, dropping the bra to the floor beside them and leaning in and attaching her mouth to Quinn’s breast, her lips closing around Quinn’s nipple.
Crying out in surprise, Quinn bit her bottom lip to keep from being too loud. Rachel’s mouth moved against her nipple, causing pleasure to shoot to the apex between her legs. She arched into the brunette’s lips, running her hands up and down her back. “Since last week. Middle of last week.”
Rachel knew this had to be quick, dinner was in the oven, the water in the tub was cooling and the twins were due for a feeding in less than half an hour. She slid her hand down between Quinn’s legs, slipping her fingers past the elastic waistband of Quinn’s cotton panties. She felt Quinn spread her legs slightly, allowing her fingers to slip down to her clit. Rachel moaned against Quinn’s breast feeling how wet Quinn already was. She pulled away briefly. “How did you get wet so fast?”
“I-I’ve been thinking about this since I saw your tumblr post. So hot...do you still have that?” Quinn moaned as Rachel’s fingers worked her clit. Her head fell forward onto Rachel’s shoulder as she rocked her hips.
“Mmm... still have what?” she asked, her mouth moving to Quinn’s other breast. She scraped her teeth against Quinn’s nipple, tugging on it slightly, being careful not to hurt her. Down below, Rachel’s fingers slid against Quinn’s clit, back and forth and round and round in circles picking up speed.
“Fuck! No more questions...just like that. God, keep doing that,” Quinn panted. Her eyes screwed shut as she breathed against Rachel’s neck. This was going to be embarrassingly short, she already knew, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She widened her stance further, the nylon of her tights slipping against the rug. Her thighs were trembling and she could feel herself clenching as more wetness slipped out.
Rachel couldn’t help but smirk against Quinn’s breast, her thumb and index finger gently pinching Quinn’s clit. “So... you don’t want me inside you?” She asked. She brought her left hand up to grip at Quinn’s back, holding her in place and trying to offer the blonde some support. Her fingers traced a rough circle around Quinn’s bundle of nerves before slipping down to her entrance, a finger dipping inside before Quinn could respond to her query.
Quinn relaxed back against Rachel’s hand as she rocked on the balls of her feet. “Why do you ask when you know? Fu-Rachel, just do it. Please?” Quinn whimpered as Rachel’s finger slipped just inside, making her clench in anticipation of more. “More...don’t tease me.”
She had really missed being this close to Quinn, listening to Quinn react to her touch and her teasing. Rachel moved her fingers back to Quinn’s clit, circling it a few times before pressing her fingers against Quinn and sliding her hand down toward Quinn's entrance. She pressed the palm of her hand against Quinn's clit as three of her fingers found Quinn's entrance and slid roughly up inside her.
“Oh God!” Quinn cried as Rachel’s fingers filled her. She grabbed hold of Rachel’s upper arms, steadying herself as she ground down, riding Rachel’s fingers. “So close...so...” Her clit began to throb and she started to tighten around the seeking digits. “Harder, please...”
Rachel planted her feet on the carpet and braced herself against the side of the bed. She felt Quinn’s nails gripping onto her arms as she used her left hand to pull Quinn’s body into her own. Once the blonde was practically straddling her legs, she slid her left hand down Quinn’s back and into the back of her tights and panties, her fingers gripping onto Quinn’s backside, pulling her bottom half even closer. With her right hand, Rachel began thrusting her fingers hard and fast, the heel of her hand rubbing Quinn’s clit every time she buried herself inside Quinn.
It was all too much. It had been a while since they were intimate and she just couldn’t hold on. Her hips pumped faster and faster until she tensed. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as she came undone. “Oh Rachel! Oh...ohgod...mmm...”
Rachel continued to thrust her fingers hard and fast, helping Quinn to ride out her orgasm. It really had been a long time since they’d been intimate and just the sound of Quinn experiencing her release had Rachel wet. Nothing was going to happen for her this evening, not for a few weeks yet, and the clench of her own muscles hurt, but she didn’t let it distract her from the pleasure she was giving Quinn. “That’s it,” she murmured against Quinn’s breast. “God, Quinn... you feel amazing,” she said, her thrusts beginning to slow in pace.
The last aftershock moved through her body and she all but collapsed against Rachel. “Thanks...” She panted. “I really needed that.” She slid back from Rachel’s lap slowly, whimpering as Rachel’s fingers slipped free.
Rachel leaned her head forward against Quinn’s chest and giggled. “Glad I could be of service,” she replied with a grin. She sat back, her left hand holding her up against the mattress as she slipped her fingers out from between Quinn’s legs. Rachel brought her right hand up between them, eyeing her fingers. She caught Quinn’s aroused gaze over the top of them. “I should clean this up,” Rachel commented, her voice low. Rachel watched Quinn watch her fingers slowly draw closer to her lips.
A rush of air left Quinn’s body as she watched each digit slip between Rachel’s full lips. Her body ached with another surge of arousal, but she knew she’d have to wait. She looked over at the clock and almost groaned. Yeah, she’d definitely have to wait. “Rach...that’s not fair!”
Rachel licked her lips as she moved her hand to wipe any excess on her pants. She smirked up at Quinn before standing up straight and moving into Quinn’s personal space. Her hands gripped Quinn’s sides and she stood on her toes to whisper in her ear. “It’s a pity we’ve run out of time,” she began, her left hand sliding up to rest over Quinn’s breast. “Because I am in desperate need of an appetizer before dinner.”
Quinn gripped her wrist tight and looked into her eyes. “I wouldn’t tempt me right now, Berry. I can’t be held accountable for my actions. Too bad you can’t be ravished right now, but I can drive you crazy. I am well acquainted with your various erogenous zones. So, I’ll say it again. Don’t tempt me,” the blonde threatened before leaning forward and attaching her lips to the smooth column of Rachel’s neck.
Rachel arched her neck and moaned, offering more skin for Quinn’s mouth to explore. She didn’t take any notice of Quinn’s fingers gripping her wrist, holding it tightly. She massaged Quinn’s breast, her thumb and index finger rolling Quinn’s nipple gently as she slid her right hand down Quinn’s back, her nails scratching at the soft skin until her hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Quinn’s tights and panties to grip at the blonde’s backside, pulling her closer. “You’re so easy,” Rachel teased as she felt Quinn rock into her body. When she felt, more than heard Quinn growl against her neck, she chuckled.
Even, white teeth sank into warm, brown skin ruthlessly before she pulled away. “I mean it, Rachel. It was never like this before. Not even when I was pregnant with Abby.” Quinn forced herself to take a step back, letting go of Rachel’s wrist and taking deep breaths.
Rachel stepped back into Quinn, her left hand moving up to cup the side of Quinn’s neck. She leaned in and kissed her softly. When she pulled back, she rested her head against Quinn’s lowered forehead. “We have all night to make sure you get what you need,” she promised. “Now, I have to go and make a salad and check on dinner. You need to get naked and in that tub. I’ll be coming to check that you’re doing as you’re told very soon,” Rachel said in a stern tone.
Smiling, Quinn slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and panties and started to lower the fabric. “Okay, I will but you can’t stand here leering at me while I do.” She reached out and lifted Rachel’s chin, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face. “You okay?”
Rachel clenched her fists in an attempt to stop herself from mauling Quinn again. “Salad,” she blurted out taking a step back. “I have salad,” she said before turning and heading toward the bedroom door. If she stayed any longer, she’d be pushing Quinn down onto that bed and burying her face between soft, creamy thighs, and normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the twins were due for a feeding in a few minutes.
“You sure you don’t need help with the babies? I can throw on some old clothes and postpone the bath,” Quinn asked as she waddled over to the bed and leaned against it, pulling her legs free.
Rachel stopped at the door and turned to watch Quinn rid herself of her final piece of clothing. She bit her lip and leaned against the doorframe, watching as Quinn walked around their room naked. Rachel thought it was very possible she could live a naturist’s life. Clothes just got in the way of so many enjoyable activities. Rachel’s eyes lingered over various parts of Quinn’s body, distracting her thought process. “I... no,” she replied. “Y- you just relax,” she added with a nod of her head.
“I’m serious,” Quinn said, pulling clothes out of drawers. She was completely oblivious to Rachel’s reaction to her, her mind already on the babies. “I don’t mind waiting. I don’t want to leave you all alone.”
Rachel eyed the clothes in Quinn’s hand. “Please don’t put clothes on,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. She pressed her back further into the door frame, finding it incredibly unfair that she wouldn’t find relief for a few weeks still. Rachel shook her head in an attempt to focus on Quinn’s voice. “They still have a few more minutes, but we can make a deal. You soak in the tub for at least half an hour, and then you can help me with the burping,” she offered with a grin.
Quinn knew she should protest, but the idea of a hot bath was just too alluring. She looked over at the bathroom before turning back to Rachel, making one last attempt. “I don’t know...” She said, worrying her bottom lip.
Rachel ducked her head, bit her lip and looked up at Quinn from beneath her lashes. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, her voice low and her eyes raking over Quinn’s body once more.
Quinn closed her eyes in an attempt to ward off the arousal Rachel’s heated stare would produce but it was of no use. She whimpered but managed to stay rooted in her spot. “If you want me to agree to this, you’re really going to have to stop looking at me like that and maybe...put your shirt back on.”
Rachel frowned and glanced down, realizing she was just standing in her bra and pants. Rachel wanted to feel self-confident in the way her body looked now that she’d had the twins. Her belly was still big, her abdominal muscles still ached and her breasts were heavy. She felt fat and a part of her wanted to cover up because standing in front of your girlfriend and feeling as undesirable as she sometimes did, wasn’t helping her self-confidence. The rest of her just really didn’t want to keep her clothes on. Maneuvering around maternity bras and tops and sitting in the same position with the waistband of your pants digging into your belly as you breast fed two babies, really was not that appealing to Rachel. “I’m thinking of imposing a clothing optional rule for the house,” she decided with a slight smirk. Breastfeeding while comfortable won out over self-image concerns. “You want me to be comfortable, right?” Rachel asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.
Chuckling, Quinn shook her head. “One, I’m pretty sure the twins would starve because I’d never want to let you leave the bed. Two, that won’t work when Abby’s here in a week,” she said, moving towards the bathroom. “I’m going to go heat up the water. So, keep talking, but you’ll have to be louder.”
Rachel pushed off the door frame and began to follow Quinn to the bathroom. “Then, I am imposing the rule for tonight,” she said stopping in the doorway to the bathroom. She reached behind her back and began to unhook her bra. “You can decide how comfortable you are with the rule, but just remember, any item of clothing you put on after this bath, won’t be on for very long.” Rachel slid her bra off and dropped it to the floor, not caring that their clothes were already strewn across the floor. Rachel reached for the elastic waistband of her track pants and pushed them down over her hips. They slid down her legs to pool at her feet. Rachel let her eyes linger on Quinn’s breasts as the blonde leaned over to turn the hot water tap on. “You enjoy that bath,” she said, swallowing thickly.
“You’re a perv, seriously worse than a guy sometimes,” Quinn teased. “My body isn’t even...I look like I swallowed a volleyball. How can you find this attractive?” The blonde meant it more as a joke, but it made her feel good that Rachel was still so attracted to her even when she was pretty disgusted with her own body. She hadn’t had that support during her first pregnancy. In fact, most of the time, Puck had made her feel fat and unwanted.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “I think you underestimate my attraction to pregnant women. Blonde, pregnant women with names beginning in Q,” she said, tilting her head to the side again and watching as Quinn carefully climbed into the tub, a perfect view of her backside on display. Rachel licked her lips, an involuntary response to arousing stimuli. “I don’t know how you can find my body attractive, but it’s not going to stop me from wanting to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” The bathroom was silent for a few seconds as Quinn finally lowered herself into the tub. Rachel took slow steps toward Quinn, trying to ignore the reaction her body was having to the moaning sounds of relief Quinn was emitting.
“You’re really hot, Rach,” Quinn said as her eyes opened slowly and settled on her girlfriend. “You were hot before you were pregnant. You were definitely hot during your pregnancy and you’re hot now,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I seriously thought about you all day. I haven’t ever thought about it like that. Not even in the beginning of us. Or I did, but this all felt different. I don’t know.” Quinn sank lower in the tub, grateful the basin allowed her to all but lay completely flat. When Rachel left the room, she’d turn on the jets and let them massage her lower back, but right now, she didn’t want to be rude.
Rachel looked down at Quinn in the tub, desperately wanting to kneel down beside the tub and slide her hand up between Quinn’s legs. Rachel groaned as the image stuck in her mind. “I think I need to leave before I start something that I won’t be able to finish,” she said taking a step back. Her aroused gaze met Quinn’s and she took a deep breath. “I think you already know how often I think about you and all the things I want to do with you,” Rachel replied. “And I don’t just mean in the bedroom, the kitchen, on the couch, in the backyard or even in the bathroom. I still have a basement for us to Christen and a staircase I’d love to eat you out on,” she added with a grin and a wink. Downstairs, the timer on the oven sounded and Rachel began to back out of the bathroom. “That would be my cue,” she said pointing over her shoulder. “You just... mull that over while I’m gone.”
Quinn groaned and flipped the jets on before moving to the center of the tub, pressing her back against the forceful bubbles. She thought about slipping her hand between her legs. It would be so easy. Just to slide her hand down there and closed her eyes, letting her mind trick her into believing it was Rachel. She hesitated before moving her right hand lower until her index finger brushed over her clit. She had a half an hour, right? Might as well put it to good use.
~*~*~
Rachel sat on the floor smiling down at Olivia who was between her legs. Toward the end of the twins’ feed, Quinn had graced them with her presence. Together, Rachel and Quinn worked to burp the twins and change their diapers. Quinn had suggested to hold off on dinner for a little longer so they could spend some time with the babies. Rachel eagerly agreed and now found herself sitting across from Quinn on the floor of the nursery, the twins sharing opposite sides of a play mat.
“Sometimes, I can’t believe they’re really here,” Rachel said softly as she ran her index finger down the bridge of Olivia’s nose.
Quinn made a face down at Benjamin who just blinked back up at her sleepily. “At least he’s not fussy tonight.” She could see the baby’s face screwing up and she lifted him to her. “I guess I spoke too soon. Hey, now, don’t make a liar out of your mama,” Quinn cooed as she rocked the newborn.
Rachel smiled as she watched Quinn cradle Benjamin. “I think he just wants you to give him more attention. We keep saying it’s Olivia that’s most like me, but I’m pretty sure Mr. Berry over there is more like his mother than we first thought,” she said, letting Olivia’s tiny hands grab onto her index fingers as she kicked her legs.
Pressing kisses to Benjamin’s face, she hoped to sooth him before he started to wail. “Come on, Benny Boy, don’t cry. You’re setting a bad example for your little brother and sister. Shh...it’s okay.” She held him tighter to her chest and that seemed to quiet him down.
“Mama’s boy,” Rachel muttered with a smirk. Rachel moved and changed positions to lie on her side next to Olivia. She placed her hand on Olivia’s belly and nuzzled her tiny neck.
“Don’t listen to her. There’s nothing wrong with loving your mama more than anyone else,” Quinn said, kissing the side of Benjamin’s head. “No woman is ever going to love you as much as I do, son,” she added, sticking her tongue out at Rachel.
Rachel tilted her head up to look at Quinn with a grin on her face. “Loving both his mothers, and don’t give him a complex. He’s too young and vulnerable to defend himself,” she teased, reaching across the play mat to poke Quinn’s knee. She brought her hand back to Olivia’s belly. She brought her left hand up and rested her head in her hand, all the while staring down at her daughter. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. Olivia seemed to react to her voice and turned her head toward Rachel, staring up at her with her mouth open. Rachel giggled. “She looks so much like a turtle when she stretches her neck. Look at her,” Rachel said glancing up at Quinn.
Quinn looked over at Olivia and giggled. “Yeah, I guess she does kind of look like a turtle. Kind of like you if you were a turtle,” she agreed, attempting to lay Benjamin back on the playmat. She grabbed hold of his tiny feet and bent and stretched his legs. “See? No need to cry, Benjamin. I can still pay attention to you this way.” She leaned forward and kissed his stomach through the fabric of his sleeper and then further up over the place where his heart was. “Maybe we should switch. I know I joke that he’s my favorite, but I don’t want the diva to get a complex.”
“Worried you won’t have both the Berry women wrapped around your finger?” Rachel joked. She moved up onto her knees and crawled toward Quinn. She leaned forward on her hands and knees and kissed Quinn softly. “We could switch. I need to make sure our son isn’t completely corrupted by his other mother,” she joked, quickly kissing Quinn’s lips again.
Smiling against Rachel’s lips, Quinn returned the kiss softly. “You love my particular brand of corruption. Admit it.” She moved awkwardly to her knees and made to move towards Olivia. “If she cries, we’re switching back,” Quinn said, only half-jokingly.
Rachel watched Quinn’s body as she moved around the play mat. She smirked as she thought about the many enjoyable ways Quinn could corrupt her. “I do love the way you corrupt me,” she said settling on the floor in front of Benjamin who seemed to be looking around. “Hey, Little Man,” she cooed down at her son. “Miss me?”
“I’m sure he misses his source of nourishment. I can’t say that I blame him. I miss them too,” Quinn deadpanned as she settled in front of Olivia. She smiled as she looked down at her daughter, genuinely happy to see her healthy and so energetic. “You’re so squirmy, little girl. Where do you think you’re going?”
Rachel sucked in a breath as Quinn’s words registered. “Fuck, Quinn...” she muttered with a shake of her head. “I already have them hanging out, Quinn, what more do you want?” Rachel asked with a smile. She watched Olivia start to wriggle faster, her legs continuing to kick. Averting her gaze, she continued to pay attention to Benjamin who seemed to be watching her carefully. Rachel knew she was probably just a big blob to him, but she liked to think he knew exactly who she was.
Quinn looked at her. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of the babies!” The blonde made a show of covering Olivia’s ears and the newborn mewled in protest. “Fine, take her side. I was just trying to keep you from being scarred.,” she grumbled, pulling her hands back from Olivia’s ears.
“The swearing or the comment about hanging all out?” Rachel asked, confused about what Quinn would like her to censor. “If you’re referring to the sexual comments, then they’re just going to have to get used to them. I don’t intend on censoring that part of our relationship too much,” she said with a smirk. Rachel looked down at Benjamin and leaned down to nuzzle his neck, just as she had done to Olivia earlier.
“I meant the sexual comments,” Quinn said, reaching for Olivia’s feet. “You don’t want them to go to school repeating things.” She bent and straightened Olivia’s legs like she’d done with Benjamin. The newborn tried to kick her own legs but stopped when Quinn started to move them.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “They’re a little too small to be repeating anything yet,” she said with a smile. “Isn’t that right, Benjamin? Mama’s probably going to say a few things while you’re growing up, but they’re adult things and you won’t repeat them, will you?” Rachel cooed at her son who moved his arms a little in response to her voice.
“I will not. I never say inappropriate things around your older sister,” Quinn replied, kissing Olivia’s forehead. “Don’t you try to squirm away, little girl. I’ll kiss you all I want. We’ll make Mommy jealous.” She kissed both of Olivia’s cheeks and then her chin before kissing both of her hands.
“Hey, hey! Leave some kisses for the woman who bore them!” Rachel exclaimed with a laugh. She grinned down at Benjamin. “It’s okay, though, Ben, both your Mamas have a lot of kisses for you. Yes, we do!” She said, nuzzling his neck again and giggling as he kicked his legs against her. When she sat up again, and stroked his nose, she bit her lip and just stared down at Benjamin. “They’re both so perfect. I can’t... please don’t ever tell them what I was going to do. I don’t... they’re my whole world,” she pleaded with Quinn.
Quinn blinked and frowned, looking over at Rachel in confusion before she realized Rachel meant that she’d considered an abortion. “Oh God Rachel, I wouldn’t ever say that to them. It was a momentary...lapse in judgment? And it was before you’d really gotten attached, before you loved them. Don’t worry. We can both be happy you listened to me that day at the park.” Quinn lifted the still squirming Olivia to her, pressing a kiss to her nose. “I hate to tell you, Ollie. You look like your mommy. A lot of people are going to want to kiss you. You’d better get used to this.”
Rachel frowned and looked around the nursery. “A lot of people want to kiss me? Where are they? Bring them forth so I can sample their lips!” She jokingly exclaimed before picking Benjamin up and holding him close to her chest. Rachel carefully laid down on her back, Benjamin nestled tightly in her arms. The side of his face was pressed against her sternum and she could feel his soft puffs of air against her skin. Rachel looked up at Quinn seriously. “I just don’t want them to ever think they were a mistake. They were never a mistake. I had planned for them... okay, I had planned for one of them. I don’t want them to ever think I didn’t want them. Because even in that room, with Santana holding my hand so tightly, I wanted them, I was just so scared,” Rachel admitted, her heart pounding in her chest. She was sure Benjamin could hear it, feel it even. Rachel rubbed his back, hoping to soothe him enough that he would soon fall asleep. She chuckled slightly as she thought about how many times Quinn had told her that she wouldn’t be doing this alone. “I bet you never thought your offers to help me with them would amount to this, huh?”
Quinn grabbed the nursing pillow and set it on her lap before placing Olivia on it. She made sure her daughter was propped up enough to breath properly. She rocked her leg slowly and ran her hand in tiny circles over Olivia’s belly. “I don’t know. I told you. They kind of always felt like mine. I blame that flash.” She could see Olivia’s eyes fighting to stay awake and smiled. “Don’t fight it. Just sleep because I’m hungry and your little brother would really like to eat,” Quinn whispered.
“She just doesn’t want to miss out on all the fun,” Rachel interrupted. “But you listen to your Mama, cause this one needs to eat too,” she added, looking over at her daughter, who seemed to sigh in response.
“Maybe you should sing. I bet that would put them both right to sleep,” Quinn suggested quietly, her hand still moving over Olivia’s stomach. She could feel the baby in her own stomach starting to stir and she smiled, letting her free hand fall to her baby bump and caress it slowly.
Rachel glanced at Quinn briefly before looking down at the top of Benjamin’s head. She continued to rub his back as she thought of a song to sing to the babies. She smiled as she remembered one from her own childhood. She began to hum the first few bars before opening her mouth and beginning to sing softly. The lyrics to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow mashed with What A Wonderful World” fell from her lips as her fingers began to trace a pattern on Benjamin’s back.
When: Wednesday, 2nd February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House
What: You know, it’s been so long...
Status: Complete
***WARNING: Rated NC-17 for briefly at the beginning and at the end.***
Rachel checked the time once more, noting she probably had, at best, a few minutes before Quinn arrived home from work. She was behind schedule, unfortunately, mostly due to how long it took to get Benjamin down after his last feeding. Olivia seemed to be taking to the breast easily enough, so did Benjamin, but he just seemed to be so irritable lately. Rachel was concerned for him. Her father had reassured her that it was in a baby’s nature to cry so easily. Rachel hoped he was right.
She quickly checked on the twins as she passed the nursery to her room and into the ensuite, heading straight for the bath tub. She turned the taps and waited for the stream of cold water turn to hot. By the time Quinn would be home and undressed, the water would be at the perfect temperature for her to relax. Rachel reached for the bubble bath bottle and began to pour it into the steady stream, watching as the bubbles began to grow, floating on top of the rising water.
Quinn let herself into the house and shed her coat, her ears immediately perking up. She listened for any sounds of Rachel or the babies, much like she did everyday to make sure Rachel didn’t need her help immediately. She walked into the kitchen and set the mail in the allocated basket. She was surprised to smell dinner cooking in the oven. She was going to kill Rachel. They’d had many discussions about her just focusing on the babies during the day and not trying to be supermom, but she should’ve known that the brunette wouldn’t listen.
Heading up the stairs, Quinn tried to make as little noise as possible. She didn’t hear Rachel moving around in the nursery which meant that the twins were asleep. Truthfully, Quinn was a little relieved. It had been a long, stressful day at the precinct and her files were piling up. The time she’d taken off was catching up to her and she didn’t want to start getting sloppy or making more work for other people. It was just really hard to do work when her back and belly got in the way of sitting at her desk properly and she had to make trips to the restroom every five minutes.
She walked into the bedroom, pulling her cardigan off. Rachel kept the house a lot warmer than Quinn usually did and she was still getting used to that. She could hear water running in the bathroom and smiled. Finally, Rachel was taking some time for herself. She moved to the double doors and opened them enough to poke her head in. She saw Rachel sitting on the edge of the tub. “Hey, I’m home. I’ll just watch dinner while you take your bath.”
Rachel looked up from the tub to find Quinn standing tiredly at the door. “Oh! No, no, no,” she began shaking her head and standing up. “That just won’t do.” She turned off the running water and walked toward Quinn taking her hands and tugging her forward. “This luxurious bubble bath isn’t for me,” she said before leaning in and kissing Quinn softly on the lips. She grinned at the blonde as she pulled back. “You undress, hop in, relax while I keep an eye on dinner. Tonight, my dear,” she began with a giggle, “is all about you.” Rachel gently poked Quinn’s nose.
Rachel could see the protest already on Quinn’s lips so she quickly stepped closer, her right hand moving to caress Quinn’s belly, her hand moving dangerously close to her breast. Rachel let her lips brush against the outer shell of Quinn’s ear. “I’ll have my fun later,” she whispered, her teeth gently nipping at Quinn’s ear lobe.
Quinn moaned, her whole body reacting to the tiny action. She’d been reading up on her pregnancy recently. She was just getting into her fifth month good and had been craving sex lately. She’d been managing it well, sincerely too tired by the time she got home and got the twins and Rachel settled to even think of doing anything more than crawling into bed and going to sleep. But she’d seen the pictures Rachel put on her tumblr earlier and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them or Rachel for most of the day.
“Promise?” She asked with a grin as she started to tug her dress over her head.
Rachel took a small step back allowing Quinn to pull her dress up and over her head. Rachel let her eyes follow a path down Quinn’s half naked body. God she missed seeing that every night, being pressed against that every night. She bit her lip as she eyed Quinn’s baby bump. How can a baby bump make me want to bury myself inside her even more than usual? Rachel thought to herself. I clearly have issues.
Rachel finally dragged her eyes back up to meet Quinn’s. “I hope you’ll be okay with being a little late to work tomorrow. I have... so many plans for you,” she said seriously, a little breathless as images of a naked, writhing Quinn entered her mind.
Turning to the other woman, she reached for Rachel and pulled her close, taking her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands moved to Rachel’s back and pressed her into her body. They’d shared many kisses over the last few months, but Quinn had never felt quite like this, desperate and wanting.
Rachel arched into Quinn’s embrace, her lips opening beneath the blonde’s, her tongue searching for Quinn’s. In the back of her mind she knew she had dinner in the oven and this would derail her plans, but it felt incredible to be near Quinn again, to feel her body against hers. She almost debated just having her way with Quinn right there in the bathroom, but the part of her that was a stickler for sticking to pre-arranged plans was screaming at her for getting off track. She pulled out of the kiss breathlessly, resting her forehead against Quinn’s. “We’ll ruin dinner if we keep going.”
“What would you say if I said I don’t care?” Quinn panted, nipping at Rachel’s bottom lip. She knew she should probably eat, but her body wasn’t exactly focused on food right now. She reached up and cupped Rachel’s left breast with her right hand, kneading softly. “I know you want this.”
Rachel’s eyes fluttered closed as Quinn’s fingers gently squeezed her breast. “Fuck, Quinn,” she moaned as her right hand slid up over Quinn’s belly. She eyed the tub, steam slowly rising from the hot water. “You know I need you, not just want you,” she said, her voice low and husky. Rachel leaned in and attached her lips to Quinn’s neck. She bit gently before soothing the skin with her tongue. “I think you’re the only person that could get me to abandon my best laid plans,” she murmured, beginning to walk Quinn back toward the open door leading to their bedroom.
Quinn smiled triumphantly, turning and practically dragging Rachel over to the bed. “Plans can easily be adjusted. Hot water can be added to the tepid water when we’re done. We’ll just...take the edge off,” Quinn reasoned, tugging at the hem of Rachel’s shirt.
Rachel let Quinn pull her top up and over her head. She stumbled back slightly, her backside hitting the edge of the bed. She reached forward for Quinn’s bra, beginning to tug it up and over her head. “How long have you been feeling like this?” She asked breathlessly, dropping the bra to the floor beside them and leaning in and attaching her mouth to Quinn’s breast, her lips closing around Quinn’s nipple.
Crying out in surprise, Quinn bit her bottom lip to keep from being too loud. Rachel’s mouth moved against her nipple, causing pleasure to shoot to the apex between her legs. She arched into the brunette’s lips, running her hands up and down her back. “Since last week. Middle of last week.”
Rachel knew this had to be quick, dinner was in the oven, the water in the tub was cooling and the twins were due for a feeding in less than half an hour. She slid her hand down between Quinn’s legs, slipping her fingers past the elastic waistband of Quinn’s cotton panties. She felt Quinn spread her legs slightly, allowing her fingers to slip down to her clit. Rachel moaned against Quinn’s breast feeling how wet Quinn already was. She pulled away briefly. “How did you get wet so fast?”
“I-I’ve been thinking about this since I saw your tumblr post. So hot...do you still have that?” Quinn moaned as Rachel’s fingers worked her clit. Her head fell forward onto Rachel’s shoulder as she rocked her hips.
“Mmm... still have what?” she asked, her mouth moving to Quinn’s other breast. She scraped her teeth against Quinn’s nipple, tugging on it slightly, being careful not to hurt her. Down below, Rachel’s fingers slid against Quinn’s clit, back and forth and round and round in circles picking up speed.
“Fuck! No more questions...just like that. God, keep doing that,” Quinn panted. Her eyes screwed shut as she breathed against Rachel’s neck. This was going to be embarrassingly short, she already knew, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She widened her stance further, the nylon of her tights slipping against the rug. Her thighs were trembling and she could feel herself clenching as more wetness slipped out.
Rachel couldn’t help but smirk against Quinn’s breast, her thumb and index finger gently pinching Quinn’s clit. “So... you don’t want me inside you?” She asked. She brought her left hand up to grip at Quinn’s back, holding her in place and trying to offer the blonde some support. Her fingers traced a rough circle around Quinn’s bundle of nerves before slipping down to her entrance, a finger dipping inside before Quinn could respond to her query.
Quinn relaxed back against Rachel’s hand as she rocked on the balls of her feet. “Why do you ask when you know? Fu-Rachel, just do it. Please?” Quinn whimpered as Rachel’s finger slipped just inside, making her clench in anticipation of more. “More...don’t tease me.”
She had really missed being this close to Quinn, listening to Quinn react to her touch and her teasing. Rachel moved her fingers back to Quinn’s clit, circling it a few times before pressing her fingers against Quinn and sliding her hand down toward Quinn's entrance. She pressed the palm of her hand against Quinn's clit as three of her fingers found Quinn's entrance and slid roughly up inside her.
“Oh God!” Quinn cried as Rachel’s fingers filled her. She grabbed hold of Rachel’s upper arms, steadying herself as she ground down, riding Rachel’s fingers. “So close...so...” Her clit began to throb and she started to tighten around the seeking digits. “Harder, please...”
Rachel planted her feet on the carpet and braced herself against the side of the bed. She felt Quinn’s nails gripping onto her arms as she used her left hand to pull Quinn’s body into her own. Once the blonde was practically straddling her legs, she slid her left hand down Quinn’s back and into the back of her tights and panties, her fingers gripping onto Quinn’s backside, pulling her bottom half even closer. With her right hand, Rachel began thrusting her fingers hard and fast, the heel of her hand rubbing Quinn’s clit every time she buried herself inside Quinn.
It was all too much. It had been a while since they were intimate and she just couldn’t hold on. Her hips pumped faster and faster until she tensed. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as she came undone. “Oh Rachel! Oh...ohgod...mmm...”
Rachel continued to thrust her fingers hard and fast, helping Quinn to ride out her orgasm. It really had been a long time since they’d been intimate and just the sound of Quinn experiencing her release had Rachel wet. Nothing was going to happen for her this evening, not for a few weeks yet, and the clench of her own muscles hurt, but she didn’t let it distract her from the pleasure she was giving Quinn. “That’s it,” she murmured against Quinn’s breast. “God, Quinn... you feel amazing,” she said, her thrusts beginning to slow in pace.
The last aftershock moved through her body and she all but collapsed against Rachel. “Thanks...” She panted. “I really needed that.” She slid back from Rachel’s lap slowly, whimpering as Rachel’s fingers slipped free.
Rachel leaned her head forward against Quinn’s chest and giggled. “Glad I could be of service,” she replied with a grin. She sat back, her left hand holding her up against the mattress as she slipped her fingers out from between Quinn’s legs. Rachel brought her right hand up between them, eyeing her fingers. She caught Quinn’s aroused gaze over the top of them. “I should clean this up,” Rachel commented, her voice low. Rachel watched Quinn watch her fingers slowly draw closer to her lips.
A rush of air left Quinn’s body as she watched each digit slip between Rachel’s full lips. Her body ached with another surge of arousal, but she knew she’d have to wait. She looked over at the clock and almost groaned. Yeah, she’d definitely have to wait. “Rach...that’s not fair!”
Rachel licked her lips as she moved her hand to wipe any excess on her pants. She smirked up at Quinn before standing up straight and moving into Quinn’s personal space. Her hands gripped Quinn’s sides and she stood on her toes to whisper in her ear. “It’s a pity we’ve run out of time,” she began, her left hand sliding up to rest over Quinn’s breast. “Because I am in desperate need of an appetizer before dinner.”
Quinn gripped her wrist tight and looked into her eyes. “I wouldn’t tempt me right now, Berry. I can’t be held accountable for my actions. Too bad you can’t be ravished right now, but I can drive you crazy. I am well acquainted with your various erogenous zones. So, I’ll say it again. Don’t tempt me,” the blonde threatened before leaning forward and attaching her lips to the smooth column of Rachel’s neck.
Rachel arched her neck and moaned, offering more skin for Quinn’s mouth to explore. She didn’t take any notice of Quinn’s fingers gripping her wrist, holding it tightly. She massaged Quinn’s breast, her thumb and index finger rolling Quinn’s nipple gently as she slid her right hand down Quinn’s back, her nails scratching at the soft skin until her hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Quinn’s tights and panties to grip at the blonde’s backside, pulling her closer. “You’re so easy,” Rachel teased as she felt Quinn rock into her body. When she felt, more than heard Quinn growl against her neck, she chuckled.
Even, white teeth sank into warm, brown skin ruthlessly before she pulled away. “I mean it, Rachel. It was never like this before. Not even when I was pregnant with Abby.” Quinn forced herself to take a step back, letting go of Rachel’s wrist and taking deep breaths.
Rachel stepped back into Quinn, her left hand moving up to cup the side of Quinn’s neck. She leaned in and kissed her softly. When she pulled back, she rested her head against Quinn’s lowered forehead. “We have all night to make sure you get what you need,” she promised. “Now, I have to go and make a salad and check on dinner. You need to get naked and in that tub. I’ll be coming to check that you’re doing as you’re told very soon,” Rachel said in a stern tone.
Smiling, Quinn slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and panties and started to lower the fabric. “Okay, I will but you can’t stand here leering at me while I do.” She reached out and lifted Rachel’s chin, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face. “You okay?”
Rachel clenched her fists in an attempt to stop herself from mauling Quinn again. “Salad,” she blurted out taking a step back. “I have salad,” she said before turning and heading toward the bedroom door. If she stayed any longer, she’d be pushing Quinn down onto that bed and burying her face between soft, creamy thighs, and normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the twins were due for a feeding in a few minutes.
“You sure you don’t need help with the babies? I can throw on some old clothes and postpone the bath,” Quinn asked as she waddled over to the bed and leaned against it, pulling her legs free.
Rachel stopped at the door and turned to watch Quinn rid herself of her final piece of clothing. She bit her lip and leaned against the doorframe, watching as Quinn walked around their room naked. Rachel thought it was very possible she could live a naturist’s life. Clothes just got in the way of so many enjoyable activities. Rachel’s eyes lingered over various parts of Quinn’s body, distracting her thought process. “I... no,” she replied. “Y- you just relax,” she added with a nod of her head.
“I’m serious,” Quinn said, pulling clothes out of drawers. She was completely oblivious to Rachel’s reaction to her, her mind already on the babies. “I don’t mind waiting. I don’t want to leave you all alone.”
Rachel eyed the clothes in Quinn’s hand. “Please don’t put clothes on,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. She pressed her back further into the door frame, finding it incredibly unfair that she wouldn’t find relief for a few weeks still. Rachel shook her head in an attempt to focus on Quinn’s voice. “They still have a few more minutes, but we can make a deal. You soak in the tub for at least half an hour, and then you can help me with the burping,” she offered with a grin.
Quinn knew she should protest, but the idea of a hot bath was just too alluring. She looked over at the bathroom before turning back to Rachel, making one last attempt. “I don’t know...” She said, worrying her bottom lip.
Rachel ducked her head, bit her lip and looked up at Quinn from beneath her lashes. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, her voice low and her eyes raking over Quinn’s body once more.
Quinn closed her eyes in an attempt to ward off the arousal Rachel’s heated stare would produce but it was of no use. She whimpered but managed to stay rooted in her spot. “If you want me to agree to this, you’re really going to have to stop looking at me like that and maybe...put your shirt back on.”
Rachel frowned and glanced down, realizing she was just standing in her bra and pants. Rachel wanted to feel self-confident in the way her body looked now that she’d had the twins. Her belly was still big, her abdominal muscles still ached and her breasts were heavy. She felt fat and a part of her wanted to cover up because standing in front of your girlfriend and feeling as undesirable as she sometimes did, wasn’t helping her self-confidence. The rest of her just really didn’t want to keep her clothes on. Maneuvering around maternity bras and tops and sitting in the same position with the waistband of your pants digging into your belly as you breast fed two babies, really was not that appealing to Rachel. “I’m thinking of imposing a clothing optional rule for the house,” she decided with a slight smirk. Breastfeeding while comfortable won out over self-image concerns. “You want me to be comfortable, right?” Rachel asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.
Chuckling, Quinn shook her head. “One, I’m pretty sure the twins would starve because I’d never want to let you leave the bed. Two, that won’t work when Abby’s here in a week,” she said, moving towards the bathroom. “I’m going to go heat up the water. So, keep talking, but you’ll have to be louder.”
Rachel pushed off the door frame and began to follow Quinn to the bathroom. “Then, I am imposing the rule for tonight,” she said stopping in the doorway to the bathroom. She reached behind her back and began to unhook her bra. “You can decide how comfortable you are with the rule, but just remember, any item of clothing you put on after this bath, won’t be on for very long.” Rachel slid her bra off and dropped it to the floor, not caring that their clothes were already strewn across the floor. Rachel reached for the elastic waistband of her track pants and pushed them down over her hips. They slid down her legs to pool at her feet. Rachel let her eyes linger on Quinn’s breasts as the blonde leaned over to turn the hot water tap on. “You enjoy that bath,” she said, swallowing thickly.
“You’re a perv, seriously worse than a guy sometimes,” Quinn teased. “My body isn’t even...I look like I swallowed a volleyball. How can you find this attractive?” The blonde meant it more as a joke, but it made her feel good that Rachel was still so attracted to her even when she was pretty disgusted with her own body. She hadn’t had that support during her first pregnancy. In fact, most of the time, Puck had made her feel fat and unwanted.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “I think you underestimate my attraction to pregnant women. Blonde, pregnant women with names beginning in Q,” she said, tilting her head to the side again and watching as Quinn carefully climbed into the tub, a perfect view of her backside on display. Rachel licked her lips, an involuntary response to arousing stimuli. “I don’t know how you can find my body attractive, but it’s not going to stop me from wanting to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” The bathroom was silent for a few seconds as Quinn finally lowered herself into the tub. Rachel took slow steps toward Quinn, trying to ignore the reaction her body was having to the moaning sounds of relief Quinn was emitting.
“You’re really hot, Rach,” Quinn said as her eyes opened slowly and settled on her girlfriend. “You were hot before you were pregnant. You were definitely hot during your pregnancy and you’re hot now,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I seriously thought about you all day. I haven’t ever thought about it like that. Not even in the beginning of us. Or I did, but this all felt different. I don’t know.” Quinn sank lower in the tub, grateful the basin allowed her to all but lay completely flat. When Rachel left the room, she’d turn on the jets and let them massage her lower back, but right now, she didn’t want to be rude.
Rachel looked down at Quinn in the tub, desperately wanting to kneel down beside the tub and slide her hand up between Quinn’s legs. Rachel groaned as the image stuck in her mind. “I think I need to leave before I start something that I won’t be able to finish,” she said taking a step back. Her aroused gaze met Quinn’s and she took a deep breath. “I think you already know how often I think about you and all the things I want to do with you,” Rachel replied. “And I don’t just mean in the bedroom, the kitchen, on the couch, in the backyard or even in the bathroom. I still have a basement for us to Christen and a staircase I’d love to eat you out on,” she added with a grin and a wink. Downstairs, the timer on the oven sounded and Rachel began to back out of the bathroom. “That would be my cue,” she said pointing over her shoulder. “You just... mull that over while I’m gone.”
Quinn groaned and flipped the jets on before moving to the center of the tub, pressing her back against the forceful bubbles. She thought about slipping her hand between her legs. It would be so easy. Just to slide her hand down there and closed her eyes, letting her mind trick her into believing it was Rachel. She hesitated before moving her right hand lower until her index finger brushed over her clit. She had a half an hour, right? Might as well put it to good use.
~*~*~
Rachel sat on the floor smiling down at Olivia who was between her legs. Toward the end of the twins’ feed, Quinn had graced them with her presence. Together, Rachel and Quinn worked to burp the twins and change their diapers. Quinn had suggested to hold off on dinner for a little longer so they could spend some time with the babies. Rachel eagerly agreed and now found herself sitting across from Quinn on the floor of the nursery, the twins sharing opposite sides of a play mat.
“Sometimes, I can’t believe they’re really here,” Rachel said softly as she ran her index finger down the bridge of Olivia’s nose.
Quinn made a face down at Benjamin who just blinked back up at her sleepily. “At least he’s not fussy tonight.” She could see the baby’s face screwing up and she lifted him to her. “I guess I spoke too soon. Hey, now, don’t make a liar out of your mama,” Quinn cooed as she rocked the newborn.
Rachel smiled as she watched Quinn cradle Benjamin. “I think he just wants you to give him more attention. We keep saying it’s Olivia that’s most like me, but I’m pretty sure Mr. Berry over there is more like his mother than we first thought,” she said, letting Olivia’s tiny hands grab onto her index fingers as she kicked her legs.
Pressing kisses to Benjamin’s face, she hoped to sooth him before he started to wail. “Come on, Benny Boy, don’t cry. You’re setting a bad example for your little brother and sister. Shh...it’s okay.” She held him tighter to her chest and that seemed to quiet him down.
“Mama’s boy,” Rachel muttered with a smirk. Rachel moved and changed positions to lie on her side next to Olivia. She placed her hand on Olivia’s belly and nuzzled her tiny neck.
“Don’t listen to her. There’s nothing wrong with loving your mama more than anyone else,” Quinn said, kissing the side of Benjamin’s head. “No woman is ever going to love you as much as I do, son,” she added, sticking her tongue out at Rachel.
Rachel tilted her head up to look at Quinn with a grin on her face. “Loving both his mothers, and don’t give him a complex. He’s too young and vulnerable to defend himself,” she teased, reaching across the play mat to poke Quinn’s knee. She brought her hand back to Olivia’s belly. She brought her left hand up and rested her head in her hand, all the while staring down at her daughter. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. Olivia seemed to react to her voice and turned her head toward Rachel, staring up at her with her mouth open. Rachel giggled. “She looks so much like a turtle when she stretches her neck. Look at her,” Rachel said glancing up at Quinn.
Quinn looked over at Olivia and giggled. “Yeah, I guess she does kind of look like a turtle. Kind of like you if you were a turtle,” she agreed, attempting to lay Benjamin back on the playmat. She grabbed hold of his tiny feet and bent and stretched his legs. “See? No need to cry, Benjamin. I can still pay attention to you this way.” She leaned forward and kissed his stomach through the fabric of his sleeper and then further up over the place where his heart was. “Maybe we should switch. I know I joke that he’s my favorite, but I don’t want the diva to get a complex.”
“Worried you won’t have both the Berry women wrapped around your finger?” Rachel joked. She moved up onto her knees and crawled toward Quinn. She leaned forward on her hands and knees and kissed Quinn softly. “We could switch. I need to make sure our son isn’t completely corrupted by his other mother,” she joked, quickly kissing Quinn’s lips again.
Smiling against Rachel’s lips, Quinn returned the kiss softly. “You love my particular brand of corruption. Admit it.” She moved awkwardly to her knees and made to move towards Olivia. “If she cries, we’re switching back,” Quinn said, only half-jokingly.
Rachel watched Quinn’s body as she moved around the play mat. She smirked as she thought about the many enjoyable ways Quinn could corrupt her. “I do love the way you corrupt me,” she said settling on the floor in front of Benjamin who seemed to be looking around. “Hey, Little Man,” she cooed down at her son. “Miss me?”
“I’m sure he misses his source of nourishment. I can’t say that I blame him. I miss them too,” Quinn deadpanned as she settled in front of Olivia. She smiled as she looked down at her daughter, genuinely happy to see her healthy and so energetic. “You’re so squirmy, little girl. Where do you think you’re going?”
Rachel sucked in a breath as Quinn’s words registered. “Fuck, Quinn...” she muttered with a shake of her head. “I already have them hanging out, Quinn, what more do you want?” Rachel asked with a smile. She watched Olivia start to wriggle faster, her legs continuing to kick. Averting her gaze, she continued to pay attention to Benjamin who seemed to be watching her carefully. Rachel knew she was probably just a big blob to him, but she liked to think he knew exactly who she was.
Quinn looked at her. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of the babies!” The blonde made a show of covering Olivia’s ears and the newborn mewled in protest. “Fine, take her side. I was just trying to keep you from being scarred.,” she grumbled, pulling her hands back from Olivia’s ears.
“The swearing or the comment about hanging all out?” Rachel asked, confused about what Quinn would like her to censor. “If you’re referring to the sexual comments, then they’re just going to have to get used to them. I don’t intend on censoring that part of our relationship too much,” she said with a smirk. Rachel looked down at Benjamin and leaned down to nuzzle his neck, just as she had done to Olivia earlier.
“I meant the sexual comments,” Quinn said, reaching for Olivia’s feet. “You don’t want them to go to school repeating things.” She bent and straightened Olivia’s legs like she’d done with Benjamin. The newborn tried to kick her own legs but stopped when Quinn started to move them.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “They’re a little too small to be repeating anything yet,” she said with a smile. “Isn’t that right, Benjamin? Mama’s probably going to say a few things while you’re growing up, but they’re adult things and you won’t repeat them, will you?” Rachel cooed at her son who moved his arms a little in response to her voice.
“I will not. I never say inappropriate things around your older sister,” Quinn replied, kissing Olivia’s forehead. “Don’t you try to squirm away, little girl. I’ll kiss you all I want. We’ll make Mommy jealous.” She kissed both of Olivia’s cheeks and then her chin before kissing both of her hands.
“Hey, hey! Leave some kisses for the woman who bore them!” Rachel exclaimed with a laugh. She grinned down at Benjamin. “It’s okay, though, Ben, both your Mamas have a lot of kisses for you. Yes, we do!” She said, nuzzling his neck again and giggling as he kicked his legs against her. When she sat up again, and stroked his nose, she bit her lip and just stared down at Benjamin. “They’re both so perfect. I can’t... please don’t ever tell them what I was going to do. I don’t... they’re my whole world,” she pleaded with Quinn.
Quinn blinked and frowned, looking over at Rachel in confusion before she realized Rachel meant that she’d considered an abortion. “Oh God Rachel, I wouldn’t ever say that to them. It was a momentary...lapse in judgment? And it was before you’d really gotten attached, before you loved them. Don’t worry. We can both be happy you listened to me that day at the park.” Quinn lifted the still squirming Olivia to her, pressing a kiss to her nose. “I hate to tell you, Ollie. You look like your mommy. A lot of people are going to want to kiss you. You’d better get used to this.”
Rachel frowned and looked around the nursery. “A lot of people want to kiss me? Where are they? Bring them forth so I can sample their lips!” She jokingly exclaimed before picking Benjamin up and holding him close to her chest. Rachel carefully laid down on her back, Benjamin nestled tightly in her arms. The side of his face was pressed against her sternum and she could feel his soft puffs of air against her skin. Rachel looked up at Quinn seriously. “I just don’t want them to ever think they were a mistake. They were never a mistake. I had planned for them... okay, I had planned for one of them. I don’t want them to ever think I didn’t want them. Because even in that room, with Santana holding my hand so tightly, I wanted them, I was just so scared,” Rachel admitted, her heart pounding in her chest. She was sure Benjamin could hear it, feel it even. Rachel rubbed his back, hoping to soothe him enough that he would soon fall asleep. She chuckled slightly as she thought about how many times Quinn had told her that she wouldn’t be doing this alone. “I bet you never thought your offers to help me with them would amount to this, huh?”
Quinn grabbed the nursing pillow and set it on her lap before placing Olivia on it. She made sure her daughter was propped up enough to breath properly. She rocked her leg slowly and ran her hand in tiny circles over Olivia’s belly. “I don’t know. I told you. They kind of always felt like mine. I blame that flash.” She could see Olivia’s eyes fighting to stay awake and smiled. “Don’t fight it. Just sleep because I’m hungry and your little brother would really like to eat,” Quinn whispered.
“She just doesn’t want to miss out on all the fun,” Rachel interrupted. “But you listen to your Mama, cause this one needs to eat too,” she added, looking over at her daughter, who seemed to sigh in response.
“Maybe you should sing. I bet that would put them both right to sleep,” Quinn suggested quietly, her hand still moving over Olivia’s stomach. She could feel the baby in her own stomach starting to stir and she smiled, letting her free hand fall to her baby bump and caress it slowly.
Rachel glanced at Quinn briefly before looking down at the top of Benjamin’s head. She continued to rub his back as she thought of a song to sing to the babies. She smiled as she remembered one from her own childhood. She began to hum the first few bars before opening her mouth and beginning to sing softly. The lyrics to “Somewhere Over the Rainbow mashed with What A Wonderful World” fell from her lips as her fingers began to trace a pattern on Benjamin’s back.