Fic: Autumn Nights - The eighth night - Part 2
I cruise along the streets to Rachel’s house and the song plays two more times before I finally pull up in her driveway and ends as I park the car without letting go of her hand, which, apparently, is a lot harder and more awkward than I thought.
I keep the engine running as she lets her iPod switch to a different song-neither one of us showing any sign of wanting to leave.
Then our eyes meet and it’s my turn to kiss the back of her hand.
She sighs.
And she leans slowly to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Then she cups my other cheek with her free hand, gently urging me to face her and I do.
And I hold her other hand against my chest.
And we kiss…
…an all too brief but tender, breathtaking kiss…
She rests her forehead against mine for a breath or two before laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my waist.
I hold her as tight as I possibly can and kiss the top of her head before keeping my lips, my nose, and my cheek there, just breathing her in.
And we seem to be lost in our own thoughts for a while, just listening to the new song, which, I now realize, is yet another cheesy, less popular Barbra Streisand duet. But it’s certainly making me smile…
“What?” she asks out of the blue.
“What ‘what?’”
“You’re smiling…”
“Yes, I am.”
“Because…?”
I almost say, ‘nothing,’ but another thought occurs to me so I whisper…
“Rach…?”
“Hmm…?”
“Go on a date with me…”
She carefully lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me, her expression impassive as she asks.
“Like in… in public?”
My heart starts thumping hard against my chest.
“Like a… proper date…”
“Really?”
Oh, thank God, she smiles!
I smile back and nod and she immediately squeals and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Is that a yes?”
She looks at me again like she means business when she says, “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I get to choose the venue and the, uhm… activities.”
“Activities?”
She nods once, still looking very serious.
“Will that include third base or-”
“Quinn!” she pinches my side again as I laugh.
“As if…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m serious, Quinn!”
“So was I.”
She pouts.
I kiss her right away and ask.
“Friday night?”
“Isn’t there a game on Friday night?”
“There’s always after…”
She stays silent and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. (She’s probably thinking about logistics.)
Then she smiles and says, “Okay…” and bites her lower lip.
I’m sure there’s a dopey grin on my face, “Yes?”
She nods, “Yes.”
And we both giggle as we kiss again, and again, and again, and again.
And when we stop, she goes back to laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my waist.
That’s when I notice her dads, just standing a few feet away from my car, with very amused smiles on their faces.
They nod to me and raise their hand in acknowledgment as if to say, ‘Take your time.’
‘Come inside when you’re ready.’
‘We’ll wait.’
I smile back and mouth, ‘thank you.’
So Rachel and I stay inside my car a little bit longer…
…long enough to listen to two songs that Barbra sang with Barry Gibb.
I surprise her by singing along with “Guilty” and even get her to swoon when I start dancing and swaying in my seat as I sing.
But she doesn’t let me finish.
We get into a heavy make-out session in the car that stops abruptly when she attempts to straddle me, suddenly looking uncomfortable again.
“We should go inside,” she says, still panting, and I can only nod.
We greet her dads once we’re inside and she excuses herself before running off to her bedroom, saying she desperately needs to change out of her leotard.
Once she’s gone, they look at me curiously with those amused smiles that I can’t help but blurt out.
“Iaskedheroutonadate.”
One of them whoops. The other one claps.
“Did she say yes?”
I nod. And smile a lot.
“Well, where are you going?”
I sigh, “She won’t tell me.”
“Ah.”
“Didn’t I warn you about always letting her have her way?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh, Quinn…”
They shake their heads and usher me into the kitchen, with an arm around my shoulder and a hand resting gently on my lower back.
When we get there, they ask me to sit.
Then they tell me all their secrets.
It was awesome.
By the time they finish, I see Rachel in a new light.
She enters the kitchen not too long after, wearing a tank top and her Free City sweatpants and smiling.
“What’s for din-?” she stops as she notices the take-out boxes from Thai Jasmine Garden. “Ooh! Let’s eat!”
God… she’s adorable.
Ugh…
Dinner is a relatively quiet affair this time around.
The Berry men spend the time regaling us with stories of their first dates, some disastrous, most just downright hilarious.
Then they tell us about how they met and fell in love. And with the way their eyes twinkle every time they look at us, they know, they have a captive audience.
Rachel and I just busy ourselves shoving food in our mouths because-God… the food is to die for. And it’s almost gone before we realize it.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” David turns to me, “your overnight bag is on Rachel’s desk, Quinn.”
“Oh. Thank you,” I try not to blush and quickly volunteer to do the dishes.
Dinner soon ends with the men helping clear the table and hugs all around.
They’re walking out of the kitchen when they say, “You can use the dishwasher, Quinn!”
What?
I turn to Rach, “You have a dishwasher?!”
“Yes?”
“And it’s working?”
“That’s not what my daddies tell me.”
I snort and almost drop the plate that I’m holding from laughing so hard.
“It’s really not funny, Quinn,” she frowns.
“Yes, it is!” I chuckle. And we continue scraping trash off the plates into a bin.
“Fine, yes, it was a very clever ruse telling me that the dishwasher was broken every time it was my turn to wash the dishes and I was gullible enough to believe it,” she admits, sounding more and more annoyed with each word. “But at least I learned how to do it manually and have preferred it ever since.”
Her frown grows even deeper as she starts rinsing the plates under the tap to get rid of other remnants and I start washing utensils with soap and a sponge.
“Well, if you ask me, I also prefer hand-wash over machine-wash any day,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t react.
“It’s true. Did you know that glassware can develop a white haze on its surface if you always have it washed by machine?”
She shakes her head and continues rinsing everything I wash with soap without even a glance at me.
“Baby, c’mere…” I offer her my elbow and feel so relieved when she hooks her arm around it so I pull her closer until she has no choice but to hug me from the side. “Remember the first time I had breakfast here and I volunteered to wash the dishes right away?”
She nods, still pouting.
“You know why I did?”
She finally looks up to meet my gaze.
I pause for dramatic effect.
“I really just wanted to stay a bit longer…”
She holds her breath then smiles a little, “And here I thought you just stayed here for the cuddles.”
I laugh out loud, “That, too…”
She smiles wider and leaves a gentle kiss on my shoulder and says, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to stay that morning-I wish I had…”
“It’s okay…”
I go back to washing the dishes but she makes no attempt to leave my side and help me and I don’t mind it one bit.
A second later, I feel her smiling against my arm.
“I still can’t believe you pretended to be asleep,” she says.
And we both laugh.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
She beams, “Yes, it did.”
“I thought leaving and coming back would’ve been a huge waste of time. Plus, your couch is very comfy.”
“It’s more comfy with you in it.”
“I bet it is,” I smirk.
And she pinches me for a third time while I giggle.
“I must say… you get the award for most brilliant idea though.”
“Oh? For what?”
“For proposing that we stage our own production of ‘Rocky Horror…’”
She laughs, “I just wanted to get rid of them as much as you did.”
I nod and laugh along with her, “You should’ve seen Finn’s face when you left the kitchen.”
“I can imagine…”
“I had to tease him a little bit more.”
She gasps, “What did you say???”
“I told him he’d make a very good-looking transvestite-”
She laughs even louder.
“-and that I had just the perfect shade of lipstick to go with his complexion.”
And she can’t seem to stop laughing.
“I think he almost peed in his pants.”
Now she’s really doubling over, clutching her stomach with one hand and squeezing my waist with the other.
And I watch her laugh, with a grin so wide it hurts, giggling intermittently like a crazy pod person.
And I have no doubt in my mind now that her laugh is my favorite sound in the world. (Her singing is just a very close second.)
It’s just… infectious… and so overwhelming… I feel like I’m about to burst…
She leans her forehead against my arm, still laughing from time to time, and I can’t help but kiss the top of her head again.
She looks at me, with joy written all over her face, and I realize a simple truth that I should’ve known all along: making her happy makes me happy.
And there’s really no use holding back now…
She giggles again and everything I have bottled up comes surging out in the open.
“I love you.”
And she immediately stops laughing.
Then she blinks.
And… she kisses me…
…soft and steady…
…lasting so long… it’s starting to feel like forever…
But sooner than I want, I feel her lips slipping away and I try to chase after them, even with my eyes still closed… but they don’t go very far.
And now, I feel… everything…
…her lips, parted… and brushing lightly against my lips… her breath… warm and inviting against my skin… the side of her nose… rubbing affectionately against the side of mine… her arms… wound tight around my waist, with her fingers… lovingly stroking my back, our hearts… beating wildly against my arm that’s been trapped between us, and her chest… rising as she takes a deep and shaky breath.
Then, “Say it again…” she breathes out…
“I love you.”
And I feel her lips smiling as she tilts her head to kiss me again…
…firmer and more insistent than the last… with small nips and her tongue, teasing the crease of my lips…
I ask for more.
And she gives me the full breadth of her tongue.
And I just want to crumple in her arms as we kiss…
But before that happens, we stop to catch our breaths and-
“I love you…” she whispers against my lips.
And my heart soars.
And I-I don’t know left from right anymore-or up from down-I’m kissing her and holding her and-fuck the soap suds-she’s kissing back like she also doesn’t care.
She loves me.
She loves me…
She… loves me.
And all I can do right now is kiss her-the way she should always be kissed-and wonder if there will come a time when we say I love you without attacking each other’s lips because I don’t see it happening anytime soon…
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you more.”
Kiss.
“Not possible.”
Ki-
Wait.
I open my eyes and look straight into hers.
“Baby, you’re kissing me and telling me that you love me by the sink, in your kitchen-anything is possible.”
“Smart-ass…”
“Beloved smart-ass…”
Giggle.
Kiss.
“I love you more.”
Kiss.
“No, I love you more.”
Kiss.
“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”
Ki-
“Wait.”
She opens her eyes and looks straight into mine.
“Baby, you do realize that you’ve just lost our bet, don’t you?” she grins. “And now you have to satisfy my every whim!”
“Really, Rach? You just had to bring that up?”
“Shut up and kiss me, Fabray.”
“You’ve been dying to say that for along time, haven’t you?”
“Yes, yes, now, do as I say.”
Giggle.
Kiss.
Turns out losing isn’t so bad…
“I love you, Rachel Berry.”
…when you get to have this…
“I love you, Quinn Fabray.”
…and that.
We sigh…
…and smile softly at each other before she leans forward and rests her head on my shoulder and I hold her close and smell her hair.
“We still have to wash the dishes…” she whispers unhappily.
“No. I still have to wash the dishes…”
She looks at me and pouts, “But what do I do?”
“…Hold me?”
She tries to suppress her grin, bites her lower lip, and nods, before giving me another kiss.
“Okay…”
And she looks absolutely tickled; I’m mentally patting myself on the back.
I turn to face the sink as she moves to stand behind me, with her arms still wrapped around my waist.
“Stay right there…” I whisper.
And she kisses the spot between my shoulder blades, “I’m not going anywhere, baby…”
I’ve never been this happy washing the dishes.
“Baby?”
“Hmm…?”
“Remember the song you sang right after Finn left that morning?”
“Yes…?”
“Sing it again?”
I feel her smiling on my shoulder before taking a deep breath…
“Maybe I hang around here… a little more than I should… ”
This time, she sings all the lines… and I’m smiling throughout the song.
When it ends and the dishes are clean, we share another kiss before leaving the kitchen.
Then we hug and kiss her dads good night before heading upstairs, hand in hand and constantly glancing at each other.
When we get to her room, she opens the door and I don’t know how exhausted I am until we walk inside and I see her bed.
I head straight for it, still holding her hand, and flop down on it with a thump, almost dragging her down with me.
She giggles as she bends over to give me a peck then quickly pulls away but I move more quickly to wrap my arms around her and pull her down on top of me, which makes her giggle a bit more.
Then I close my eyes and I just… hold her.
“Babyyyy,” she fake whines.
“No.”
“I need to take a shower.”
“No.”
“My lady will fall off.”
“No. I will take care of your lady.”
“Do you even know what we’re talking about?”
“No.”
We both laugh.
“Quinn…”
“Don’t go,” I whisper.
And she responds by holding me tighter.
We stay still and silent for a while…
…until she lifts her head to kiss me again, ever so sweetly, and says, “Baby…”
I sigh, “Okay…” and grumble as I let my arms fall to the side.
She rewards me with a much longer kiss before going to the bathroom and leaving me alone in her bed.
And I just lie there for some time before taking a deep breath and going back downstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth so I won’t have to wait for her finish.
But several minutes pass and I’m still waiting.
I’ve already changed out of my uniform and into my favorite boxer shorts and a shirt, brushed my hair, applied moisturizer, removed my nail polish and yet, she still isn’t done.
I knock on the bathroom door.
“Baby, are you almost done?”
I hear the water stop running before the bathroom door opens and she sticks her head out.
“What, baby?”
She’s wearing a leopard print shower cap and she looks adorable.
“You look adorable…”
And I must look like an idiot smiling the way I do right now.
“You… interrupted my shower just to tell me that?”
I nod and lean forward to give her a kiss.
“That, too, and I asked if you’re almost done.”
She sighs, with a very loving smile on her face.
“I’ll try to be quicker, baby. Then we can cuddle all night.”
“Promise?”
She nods and puckers her lips for me to kiss, and I do, then she closes the door.
I sigh…
I guess it’s time to just continue reading my new book.
I get it from my bag, turn off the lights, except for the bedside lamps, go back to bed, fluff the pillows, and make myself as comfortable as possible.
But somehow, I’m having a hard time concentrating…
…my eyes are starting to feel heavy…
…and I keep re-reading the lines…
Next thing I know, my eyes are closed and my book is lying on top of my chest and carefully being pried away from my hands.
I’ve fallen asleep.
Again.
I open my eyes just a fraction and Rachel is placing my book on the nightstand before switching off one of the lamps.
I close my eyes again and feel the bed dip before hearing another click and the rustling of sheets.
I roll over when I feel her lying next to me and press my body against her side, resting my head on her shoulder and draping my arm across her waist, with my leg on her thigh, wanting to be as close as I possibly can.
And she puts her hand on top of mine, with the other on my back, and pulls me even closer.
I think she wants to lull me back to sleep by lightly stroking my back but all it does is make me more aware that she is wide awake.
“Not… sleepy…?”
“It’s okay, baby…” she whispers, “go back to sleep…”
She plants a tender kiss on my forehead and continues stroking my back.
“Love you…”
I feel her smiling before kissing my forehead again… then the bridge of my nose… then the top of my lips…
I tilt my head up and-
“Love you…” she answers back.
And we kiss…
…slow… and earnest…
…taking our time… to savor each other’s lips…
And bit by bit… our bodies shift… until we’re both lying on our sides as we kiss and kiss… until we run out of breath…
And when we stop, I feel her pulling back a little… then tucking my hair behind my ear… and cupping my face… with her thumb caressing my cheek… then tracing the outline of my bottom lip…
I kiss her thumb.
And she trades it with her lips.
Then, “Sleep…” she whispers again before turning around and pressing her back against my chest.
It’s amazing how we just… fit.
I inch even closer, stretching my free arm below the pillow and nuzzling my face against her nape after she tucks her hair under her neck, and now, our whole bodies are touching.
And I realize that she’s wearing shorts. And a tank top. And I can’t help but smile a little at that and plant a kiss on her nape.
Her shoulder moves at the touch.
And it’s… encouraging…
I kiss her nape again and make my lips linger a bit longer…
She arches her neck.
And it makes me remember…
“Baby…?”
“Yes…?”
“You made… a promise this morning…”
“I did…”
“Do you intend to keep it?”
“But you’re… sleepy…”
“Wake me up.”
She doesn’t say another word… just brings my hand up from her waist to her lips to kiss it… before turning her head… and lying on her back… and placing her hand… on my cheek…
And I can’t help but run my hand, laying flat against her chest, down the valley of her breasts… across her stomach… all the way around… the small of her back…
She turns her body towards me a little bit more… and starts brushing her lips lightly against mine… with every sweep… and every puff of breath, teasing… tempting…
I lean in-she retreats…
And I swear I can feel her smiling.
Then she does it again… ghosting her parted lips along my lips… on my chin… across my jaw… behind my ear… down the length… of my neck… and up again…
And I find myself rolling slowly… onto my back… every bit of my body tingling… as I stretch my neck… and wrap both arms… behind her back and slip… one hand beneath her shirt-she gasps… then kisses me…
And, God, I’m awake…
She kisses me deep and unrelenting, the way that always makes me feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time, with her tongue sliding eagerly in and out of my mouth and her teeth playfully grazing my lips.
She kisses me…
She kisses me until I’m lightheaded with need.
There’s just so much… so much I want to do… and all at once.
But she draws my tongue into her mouth and I’m gasping, trying to catch my breath. And when I do, she tugs at my lower lip so… agonizingly slow… and sensual that I can’t help but follow her lips and kiss her again…
And I don’t want to stop.
I kiss her hard… and greedy, the way that always makes her breathe deeply and audibly through her nose and draws out a hum from the back of her throat.
I kiss her with my elbows clamped tightly to her sides and my hands wandering beneath her shirt, kneading and stroking her back up and down and all around 'til I can’t help but slip one hand through the waistband of her shorts and squeeze.
She gasps.
And I immediately start kissing her neck.
And I’m biting and sucking and laving every inch, from just below her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, making her arch her back and push her body higher, giving me more access to her neck while she’s cradling my head with one hand and supporting herself with the other.
I kiss her neck and it’s just… intoxicating… the feel of her… the taste of her… the sounds she makes…
They all make my head swim.
And I don’t even remember when we turned. But she’s now lying on her back, fingers threading through my hair, with one of my hands trapped behind her back, the other roaming freely along her side and half my body settled between her legs, legs that are curling upward, clinging tightly to my hips and-
God…
I bite her collarbone harder than I should as soon as my free hand grips her thigh.
She moans…
And whatever it is I thought of doing just then leaves my mind as I run my hand up and down her thigh, rubbing lightly one moment, massaging the next, and move my mouth lower… to the edge of her neckline and, my God…
Her breasts
Now I don’t know where to put my hand.
But my mouth needs some assistance…
Stupid. Pointless. Offensive piece of-garment.
I grab the hem of her shirt and pull down.
And it’s enough to reveal an ample portion of her soft… round… succulent… hmm… breast…
My mouth is watering… and feasting like it can’t believe Thanksgiving came this early.
And if I flick my tongue just under the fabric, like… so-
“Uhngg, Quinn…”
I think I just-
I give it a second flick and this time I’m sure my tongue reaches her nipple and-
Hnnggg… Rachel…
A third flick and we both moan…
And I can’t get enough.
My hand glides quickly from her waist to her breast and squeezes as my lips and my teeth and my tongue leave marks at the top, just over her heart, marks that clearly say, Mine-her heart, her love… her breast…
She starts to squirm.
And I can’t seem to stop my hand from moving, kneading, groping, wrinkling her shirt and traveling higher, reaching the strap then sliding it off her shoulder, revealing more flesh as my mouth goes lower, and lower, until my chin… touches her nipple and, God…
I don’t know how to stop.
But I should stop…
But I can’t-I have to!-I NEVER WILL-I’m going to-maybe later-but not now… not when my mouth is skirting around her nipple… not when her breathing comes in ragged gasps… not when I’m starting to feel her body writhing underneath me…
And I can’t help myself.
I tilt my head down and my bottom lip grazes her nipple-she shudders-I wet my lips and let them hover at the tip-she moans-I reach out my tongue and lick-she arches her back and her nipple goes straight into my mouth-I whimper-she moans louder-and I’m swirling my tongue all over, drawing it deeper into my mouth, and pulling it with my teeth-and her body can’t seem to decide whether to pull away or thrust it back into my mouth-I thrust it back into my mouth-sucking, nibbling, curling, twisting, scraping, tugging-God…
She moans even louder.
Then my mouth lets go-and she cups my face with both hands and pulls me up and kisses me-hurried and feverish and hungry-and I kiss her with as much heat and teeth and yearning-and feel her body pushing, urging me to turn over-and I give in.
And as soon as my back hits the mattress, her mouth moves to my neck, just below the corner of my jaw, right where it's throbbing the most-and she's laving and biting and-Mmm… harder-she sucks harder-I gasp-and she definitely leaves a mark before moving her mouth to another spot down the length of my neck.
I let my hands roam.
And so does she.
And with her legs spread on either side of mine, she has both hands creeping underneath my shirt-I quiver at her touch-her palms sliding from my waist, up my stomach, over… my breasts-Oh, God…
She’s grasping, squeezing, pinching-shit-that feels so good…
And her mouth!
God… her mouth…
Her mouth is leaving a trail of frenzied kisses down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, across my waist as my shirt rides up-I moan… and moan… and moan as her mouth goes higher… and higher… and higher… until it’s right… between her hands-then suddenly-
It’s gone.
I feel her sitting up-I finally open my eyes.
And there’s enough light filtering through the window from outside for me to see her mussed-up hair, her parted lips, her heaving chest, and an expression on her face that I can’t seem to decipher.
What did I do wrong? Did I move too fast-Oh, God, I moved too fast! What the hell was I thinking?! Fuck. I wasn’t.
And Rachel sits there, frozen, like she can’t believe what we’ve been doing either.
I sit up and I’m probably wearing the same expression on my face.
“Baby?”
She doesn’t answer… just gently cups my face with both hands… caressing my cheek with her thumbs… and running her eyes… from my forehead… to my lips…
Then… she kisses me…
…warm… and loving… and soothing…
…the kind of kiss that really makes me close my eyes… and hold on tighter…
I hold on tighter.
And my eyes have already fluttered to a close.
And they only flutter open when I feel her lips breaking away from my lips.
But she gives me another peck before opening her eyes and looking straight into mine…
Then she leans back… crosses her arms over her stomach… grabs the hem of her shirt and starts… to pull up…
Oh, my God…
I help her.
And she carelessly drops her tank top wherever.
Oh. My. God…
All I can do is stare…
All I want to do is stare.
And I would’ve loved to continue to stare and rake my eyes over her-her… perfect… perfection.
But she attempts to cover herself with her arms so I quickly fumble with my shirt and gracelessly pull it over my head.
She stares…
And now I know how I made her feel.
And I feel like covering myself.
But then she licks her lips and I lose it.
I pounce on her and-Dear God-skin-half-naked-breasts-and nipples-Hnnngggg-Rachel…
“Mmm…”
…tumbling-kissing-groaning-can’t stop moving-everywhere-touching-mouths-breasts-nippl-breasts-must move down…
…her neck-Mmm…
…her shoulder-Mmm…
…her collarbone-God… keep going…
…yes… soft… Hmmm…
…biting-squirming… sucking-writhing… my mouth teasing… her back arching, here… nipple, here… damnit.
Patience is a virtue, baby.
“Baby…”
‘Kay.
She gasps.
I moan.
And everything slows down for some reason…
…the way my tongue swirls… around her nipple…
…the way she breathes and gasps… through her mouth…
…the way my hand squeezes… her other breast…
…the way she writhes… with every pinch… and every bite…
…the way my teeth graze her skin… up to the tip…
…and the way my mouth moves… across her chest… over to her other breast… and repeats… everything…
She ducks her head… to kiss my ear… and her mouth mirrors every move my mouth makes… every lick… every swirl… every bite…
I turn my head…
And we kiss… as I lift my body higher and level it… with hers…
And as I move… my bone hits the spot right between her thighs.
She moans.
I do it again.
And she kisses me harder.
God…
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But what my body’s doing feels so right…
And it’s moving forward and backward, and forward and backward…
…as we kiss and kiss and kiss…
And the hands that were once clinging to my neck are now travelling down my back… and slipping under the waistband of my shorts and-
Fuck…
They go even lower… past the fabric of my thong… grasping and grabbing and moving my body to a rhythm that we both seem to understand.
The faster and harder we grind, the harder it is to kiss, and the easier it is to start panting.
I prop myself up on my elbows and open my eyes…
Hers are closed tight and her mouth is hanging open.
I kiss the corners of her eyes… one… after the other… and they flutter open.
Our eyes lock.
And our bodies carry on… rubbing, rocking… back and forth… and back and forth… her eyes unexpectedly closing… clenching… her jaw falling further…
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen…
I’m falling further…
…deeper…
…faster…
She’s breathing louder…
…harder…
…faster…
Fuck…
“Quinn…”
She throws her head back and gasps.
Sharp. Loud. Long. Drawn out.
She stops my movement with her hands and lifts them up to hold me tight.
I hold her just as tight and lean my forehead against hers, still trying to catch my breath.
Then she kisses me…
…fierce and all-consuming…
…the kind of kiss that makes my body hum and makes me weak… weak enough to turn over… before she starts to leave a trail of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down my neck… and goes lower…
And she returns the favor.
I keep the engine running as she lets her iPod switch to a different song-neither one of us showing any sign of wanting to leave.
Then our eyes meet and it’s my turn to kiss the back of her hand.
She sighs.
And she leans slowly to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Then she cups my other cheek with her free hand, gently urging me to face her and I do.
And I hold her other hand against my chest.
And we kiss…
…an all too brief but tender, breathtaking kiss…
She rests her forehead against mine for a breath or two before laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my waist.
I hold her as tight as I possibly can and kiss the top of her head before keeping my lips, my nose, and my cheek there, just breathing her in.
And we seem to be lost in our own thoughts for a while, just listening to the new song, which, I now realize, is yet another cheesy, less popular Barbra Streisand duet. But it’s certainly making me smile…
“What?” she asks out of the blue.
“What ‘what?’”
“You’re smiling…”
“Yes, I am.”
“Because…?”
I almost say, ‘nothing,’ but another thought occurs to me so I whisper…
“Rach…?”
“Hmm…?”
“Go on a date with me…”
She carefully lifts her head from my shoulder to look at me, her expression impassive as she asks.
“Like in… in public?”
My heart starts thumping hard against my chest.
“Like a… proper date…”
“Really?”
Oh, thank God, she smiles!
I smile back and nod and she immediately squeals and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Is that a yes?”
She looks at me again like she means business when she says, “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I get to choose the venue and the, uhm… activities.”
“Activities?”
She nods once, still looking very serious.
“Will that include third base or-”
“Quinn!” she pinches my side again as I laugh.
“As if…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m serious, Quinn!”
“So was I.”
She pouts.
I kiss her right away and ask.
“Friday night?”
“Isn’t there a game on Friday night?”
“There’s always after…”
She stays silent and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. (She’s probably thinking about logistics.)
Then she smiles and says, “Okay…” and bites her lower lip.
I’m sure there’s a dopey grin on my face, “Yes?”
She nods, “Yes.”
And we both giggle as we kiss again, and again, and again, and again.
And when we stop, she goes back to laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my waist.
That’s when I notice her dads, just standing a few feet away from my car, with very amused smiles on their faces.
They nod to me and raise their hand in acknowledgment as if to say, ‘Take your time.’
‘Come inside when you’re ready.’
‘We’ll wait.’
I smile back and mouth, ‘thank you.’
So Rachel and I stay inside my car a little bit longer…
…long enough to listen to two songs that Barbra sang with Barry Gibb.
I surprise her by singing along with “Guilty” and even get her to swoon when I start dancing and swaying in my seat as I sing.
But she doesn’t let me finish.
We get into a heavy make-out session in the car that stops abruptly when she attempts to straddle me, suddenly looking uncomfortable again.
“We should go inside,” she says, still panting, and I can only nod.
We greet her dads once we’re inside and she excuses herself before running off to her bedroom, saying she desperately needs to change out of her leotard.
Once she’s gone, they look at me curiously with those amused smiles that I can’t help but blurt out.
“Iaskedheroutonadate.”
One of them whoops. The other one claps.
“Did she say yes?”
I nod. And smile a lot.
“Well, where are you going?”
I sigh, “She won’t tell me.”
“Ah.”
“Didn’t I warn you about always letting her have her way?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh, Quinn…”
They shake their heads and usher me into the kitchen, with an arm around my shoulder and a hand resting gently on my lower back.
When we get there, they ask me to sit.
Then they tell me all their secrets.
It was awesome.
By the time they finish, I see Rachel in a new light.
She enters the kitchen not too long after, wearing a tank top and her Free City sweatpants and smiling.
“What’s for din-?” she stops as she notices the take-out boxes from Thai Jasmine Garden. “Ooh! Let’s eat!”
God… she’s adorable.
Ugh…
Dinner is a relatively quiet affair this time around.
The Berry men spend the time regaling us with stories of their first dates, some disastrous, most just downright hilarious.
Then they tell us about how they met and fell in love. And with the way their eyes twinkle every time they look at us, they know, they have a captive audience.
Rachel and I just busy ourselves shoving food in our mouths because-God… the food is to die for. And it’s almost gone before we realize it.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” David turns to me, “your overnight bag is on Rachel’s desk, Quinn.”
“Oh. Thank you,” I try not to blush and quickly volunteer to do the dishes.
Dinner soon ends with the men helping clear the table and hugs all around.
They’re walking out of the kitchen when they say, “You can use the dishwasher, Quinn!”
What?
I turn to Rach, “You have a dishwasher?!”
“Yes?”
“And it’s working?”
“That’s not what my daddies tell me.”
I snort and almost drop the plate that I’m holding from laughing so hard.
“It’s really not funny, Quinn,” she frowns.
“Yes, it is!” I chuckle. And we continue scraping trash off the plates into a bin.
“Fine, yes, it was a very clever ruse telling me that the dishwasher was broken every time it was my turn to wash the dishes and I was gullible enough to believe it,” she admits, sounding more and more annoyed with each word. “But at least I learned how to do it manually and have preferred it ever since.”
Her frown grows even deeper as she starts rinsing the plates under the tap to get rid of other remnants and I start washing utensils with soap and a sponge.
“Well, if you ask me, I also prefer hand-wash over machine-wash any day,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t react.
“It’s true. Did you know that glassware can develop a white haze on its surface if you always have it washed by machine?”
She shakes her head and continues rinsing everything I wash with soap without even a glance at me.
“Baby, c’mere…” I offer her my elbow and feel so relieved when she hooks her arm around it so I pull her closer until she has no choice but to hug me from the side. “Remember the first time I had breakfast here and I volunteered to wash the dishes right away?”
She nods, still pouting.
“You know why I did?”
She finally looks up to meet my gaze.
I pause for dramatic effect.
“I really just wanted to stay a bit longer…”
She holds her breath then smiles a little, “And here I thought you just stayed here for the cuddles.”
I laugh out loud, “That, too…”
She smiles wider and leaves a gentle kiss on my shoulder and says, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to stay that morning-I wish I had…”
“It’s okay…”
I go back to washing the dishes but she makes no attempt to leave my side and help me and I don’t mind it one bit.
A second later, I feel her smiling against my arm.
“I still can’t believe you pretended to be asleep,” she says.
And we both laugh.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
She beams, “Yes, it did.”
“I thought leaving and coming back would’ve been a huge waste of time. Plus, your couch is very comfy.”
“It’s more comfy with you in it.”
“I bet it is,” I smirk.
And she pinches me for a third time while I giggle.
“I must say… you get the award for most brilliant idea though.”
“Oh? For what?”
“For proposing that we stage our own production of ‘Rocky Horror…’”
She laughs, “I just wanted to get rid of them as much as you did.”
I nod and laugh along with her, “You should’ve seen Finn’s face when you left the kitchen.”
“I can imagine…”
“I had to tease him a little bit more.”
She gasps, “What did you say???”
“I told him he’d make a very good-looking transvestite-”
She laughs even louder.
“-and that I had just the perfect shade of lipstick to go with his complexion.”
And she can’t seem to stop laughing.
“I think he almost peed in his pants.”
Now she’s really doubling over, clutching her stomach with one hand and squeezing my waist with the other.
And I watch her laugh, with a grin so wide it hurts, giggling intermittently like a crazy pod person.
And I have no doubt in my mind now that her laugh is my favorite sound in the world. (Her singing is just a very close second.)
It’s just… infectious… and so overwhelming… I feel like I’m about to burst…
She leans her forehead against my arm, still laughing from time to time, and I can’t help but kiss the top of her head again.
She looks at me, with joy written all over her face, and I realize a simple truth that I should’ve known all along: making her happy makes me happy.
And there’s really no use holding back now…
She giggles again and everything I have bottled up comes surging out in the open.
“I love you.”
And she immediately stops laughing.
Then she blinks.
And… she kisses me…
…soft and steady…
…lasting so long… it’s starting to feel like forever…
But sooner than I want, I feel her lips slipping away and I try to chase after them, even with my eyes still closed… but they don’t go very far.
And now, I feel… everything…
…her lips, parted… and brushing lightly against my lips… her breath… warm and inviting against my skin… the side of her nose… rubbing affectionately against the side of mine… her arms… wound tight around my waist, with her fingers… lovingly stroking my back, our hearts… beating wildly against my arm that’s been trapped between us, and her chest… rising as she takes a deep and shaky breath.
Then, “Say it again…” she breathes out…
“I love you.”
And I feel her lips smiling as she tilts her head to kiss me again…
…firmer and more insistent than the last… with small nips and her tongue, teasing the crease of my lips…
I ask for more.
And she gives me the full breadth of her tongue.
And I just want to crumple in her arms as we kiss…
But before that happens, we stop to catch our breaths and-
“I love you…” she whispers against my lips.
And my heart soars.
And I-I don’t know left from right anymore-or up from down-I’m kissing her and holding her and-fuck the soap suds-she’s kissing back like she also doesn’t care.
She loves me.
She loves me…
She… loves me.
And all I can do right now is kiss her-the way she should always be kissed-and wonder if there will come a time when we say I love you without attacking each other’s lips because I don’t see it happening anytime soon…
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you.”
Kiss.
“I love you more.”
Kiss.
“Not possible.”
Ki-
Wait.
I open my eyes and look straight into hers.
“Baby, you’re kissing me and telling me that you love me by the sink, in your kitchen-anything is possible.”
“Smart-ass…”
“Beloved smart-ass…”
Giggle.
Kiss.
“I love you more.”
Kiss.
“No, I love you more.”
Kiss.
“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”
Ki-
“Wait.”
She opens her eyes and looks straight into mine.
“Baby, you do realize that you’ve just lost our bet, don’t you?” she grins. “And now you have to satisfy my every whim!”
“Really, Rach? You just had to bring that up?”
“Shut up and kiss me, Fabray.”
“You’ve been dying to say that for along time, haven’t you?”
“Yes, yes, now, do as I say.”
Giggle.
Kiss.
Turns out losing isn’t so bad…
“I love you, Rachel Berry.”
…when you get to have this…
“I love you, Quinn Fabray.”
…and that.
We sigh…
…and smile softly at each other before she leans forward and rests her head on my shoulder and I hold her close and smell her hair.
“We still have to wash the dishes…” she whispers unhappily.
“No. I still have to wash the dishes…”
She looks at me and pouts, “But what do I do?”
“…Hold me?”
She tries to suppress her grin, bites her lower lip, and nods, before giving me another kiss.
“Okay…”
And she looks absolutely tickled; I’m mentally patting myself on the back.
I turn to face the sink as she moves to stand behind me, with her arms still wrapped around my waist.
“Stay right there…” I whisper.
And she kisses the spot between my shoulder blades, “I’m not going anywhere, baby…”
I’ve never been this happy washing the dishes.
“Baby?”
“Hmm…?”
“Remember the song you sang right after Finn left that morning?”
“Yes…?”
“Sing it again?”
I feel her smiling on my shoulder before taking a deep breath…
“Maybe I hang around here… a little more than I should… ”
This time, she sings all the lines… and I’m smiling throughout the song.
When it ends and the dishes are clean, we share another kiss before leaving the kitchen.
Then we hug and kiss her dads good night before heading upstairs, hand in hand and constantly glancing at each other.
When we get to her room, she opens the door and I don’t know how exhausted I am until we walk inside and I see her bed.
I head straight for it, still holding her hand, and flop down on it with a thump, almost dragging her down with me.
She giggles as she bends over to give me a peck then quickly pulls away but I move more quickly to wrap my arms around her and pull her down on top of me, which makes her giggle a bit more.
Then I close my eyes and I just… hold her.
“Babyyyy,” she fake whines.
“No.”
“I need to take a shower.”
“No.”
“My lady will fall off.”
“No. I will take care of your lady.”
“Do you even know what we’re talking about?”
“No.”
We both laugh.
“Quinn…”
“Don’t go,” I whisper.
And she responds by holding me tighter.
We stay still and silent for a while…
…until she lifts her head to kiss me again, ever so sweetly, and says, “Baby…”
I sigh, “Okay…” and grumble as I let my arms fall to the side.
She rewards me with a much longer kiss before going to the bathroom and leaving me alone in her bed.
And I just lie there for some time before taking a deep breath and going back downstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth so I won’t have to wait for her finish.
But several minutes pass and I’m still waiting.
I’ve already changed out of my uniform and into my favorite boxer shorts and a shirt, brushed my hair, applied moisturizer, removed my nail polish and yet, she still isn’t done.
I knock on the bathroom door.
“Baby, are you almost done?”
I hear the water stop running before the bathroom door opens and she sticks her head out.
“What, baby?”
She’s wearing a leopard print shower cap and she looks adorable.
“You look adorable…”
And I must look like an idiot smiling the way I do right now.
“You… interrupted my shower just to tell me that?”
I nod and lean forward to give her a kiss.
“That, too, and I asked if you’re almost done.”
She sighs, with a very loving smile on her face.
“I’ll try to be quicker, baby. Then we can cuddle all night.”
“Promise?”
She nods and puckers her lips for me to kiss, and I do, then she closes the door.
I sigh…
I guess it’s time to just continue reading my new book.
I get it from my bag, turn off the lights, except for the bedside lamps, go back to bed, fluff the pillows, and make myself as comfortable as possible.
But somehow, I’m having a hard time concentrating…
…my eyes are starting to feel heavy…
…and I keep re-reading the lines…
Next thing I know, my eyes are closed and my book is lying on top of my chest and carefully being pried away from my hands.
I’ve fallen asleep.
Again.
I open my eyes just a fraction and Rachel is placing my book on the nightstand before switching off one of the lamps.
I close my eyes again and feel the bed dip before hearing another click and the rustling of sheets.
I roll over when I feel her lying next to me and press my body against her side, resting my head on her shoulder and draping my arm across her waist, with my leg on her thigh, wanting to be as close as I possibly can.
And she puts her hand on top of mine, with the other on my back, and pulls me even closer.
I think she wants to lull me back to sleep by lightly stroking my back but all it does is make me more aware that she is wide awake.
“Not… sleepy…?”
“It’s okay, baby…” she whispers, “go back to sleep…”
She plants a tender kiss on my forehead and continues stroking my back.
“Love you…”
I feel her smiling before kissing my forehead again… then the bridge of my nose… then the top of my lips…
I tilt my head up and-
“Love you…” she answers back.
And we kiss…
…slow… and earnest…
…taking our time… to savor each other’s lips…
And bit by bit… our bodies shift… until we’re both lying on our sides as we kiss and kiss… until we run out of breath…
And when we stop, I feel her pulling back a little… then tucking my hair behind my ear… and cupping my face… with her thumb caressing my cheek… then tracing the outline of my bottom lip…
I kiss her thumb.
And she trades it with her lips.
Then, “Sleep…” she whispers again before turning around and pressing her back against my chest.
It’s amazing how we just… fit.
I inch even closer, stretching my free arm below the pillow and nuzzling my face against her nape after she tucks her hair under her neck, and now, our whole bodies are touching.
And I realize that she’s wearing shorts. And a tank top. And I can’t help but smile a little at that and plant a kiss on her nape.
Her shoulder moves at the touch.
And it’s… encouraging…
I kiss her nape again and make my lips linger a bit longer…
She arches her neck.
And it makes me remember…
“Baby…?”
“Yes…?”
“You made… a promise this morning…”
“I did…”
“Do you intend to keep it?”
“But you’re… sleepy…”
“Wake me up.”
She doesn’t say another word… just brings my hand up from her waist to her lips to kiss it… before turning her head… and lying on her back… and placing her hand… on my cheek…
And I can’t help but run my hand, laying flat against her chest, down the valley of her breasts… across her stomach… all the way around… the small of her back…
She turns her body towards me a little bit more… and starts brushing her lips lightly against mine… with every sweep… and every puff of breath, teasing… tempting…
I lean in-she retreats…
And I swear I can feel her smiling.
Then she does it again… ghosting her parted lips along my lips… on my chin… across my jaw… behind my ear… down the length… of my neck… and up again…
And I find myself rolling slowly… onto my back… every bit of my body tingling… as I stretch my neck… and wrap both arms… behind her back and slip… one hand beneath her shirt-she gasps… then kisses me…
And, God, I’m awake…
She kisses me deep and unrelenting, the way that always makes me feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time, with her tongue sliding eagerly in and out of my mouth and her teeth playfully grazing my lips.
She kisses me…
She kisses me until I’m lightheaded with need.
There’s just so much… so much I want to do… and all at once.
But she draws my tongue into her mouth and I’m gasping, trying to catch my breath. And when I do, she tugs at my lower lip so… agonizingly slow… and sensual that I can’t help but follow her lips and kiss her again…
And I don’t want to stop.
I kiss her hard… and greedy, the way that always makes her breathe deeply and audibly through her nose and draws out a hum from the back of her throat.
I kiss her with my elbows clamped tightly to her sides and my hands wandering beneath her shirt, kneading and stroking her back up and down and all around 'til I can’t help but slip one hand through the waistband of her shorts and squeeze.
She gasps.
And I immediately start kissing her neck.
And I’m biting and sucking and laving every inch, from just below her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, making her arch her back and push her body higher, giving me more access to her neck while she’s cradling my head with one hand and supporting herself with the other.
I kiss her neck and it’s just… intoxicating… the feel of her… the taste of her… the sounds she makes…
They all make my head swim.
And I don’t even remember when we turned. But she’s now lying on her back, fingers threading through my hair, with one of my hands trapped behind her back, the other roaming freely along her side and half my body settled between her legs, legs that are curling upward, clinging tightly to my hips and-
God…
I bite her collarbone harder than I should as soon as my free hand grips her thigh.
She moans…
And whatever it is I thought of doing just then leaves my mind as I run my hand up and down her thigh, rubbing lightly one moment, massaging the next, and move my mouth lower… to the edge of her neckline and, my God…
Her breasts
Now I don’t know where to put my hand.
But my mouth needs some assistance…
Stupid. Pointless. Offensive piece of-garment.
I grab the hem of her shirt and pull down.
And it’s enough to reveal an ample portion of her soft… round… succulent… hmm… breast…
My mouth is watering… and feasting like it can’t believe Thanksgiving came this early.
And if I flick my tongue just under the fabric, like… so-
“Uhngg, Quinn…”
I think I just-
I give it a second flick and this time I’m sure my tongue reaches her nipple and-
Hnnggg… Rachel…
A third flick and we both moan…
And I can’t get enough.
My hand glides quickly from her waist to her breast and squeezes as my lips and my teeth and my tongue leave marks at the top, just over her heart, marks that clearly say, Mine-her heart, her love… her breast…
She starts to squirm.
And I can’t seem to stop my hand from moving, kneading, groping, wrinkling her shirt and traveling higher, reaching the strap then sliding it off her shoulder, revealing more flesh as my mouth goes lower, and lower, until my chin… touches her nipple and, God…
I don’t know how to stop.
But I should stop…
But I can’t-I have to!-I NEVER WILL-I’m going to-maybe later-but not now… not when my mouth is skirting around her nipple… not when her breathing comes in ragged gasps… not when I’m starting to feel her body writhing underneath me…
And I can’t help myself.
I tilt my head down and my bottom lip grazes her nipple-she shudders-I wet my lips and let them hover at the tip-she moans-I reach out my tongue and lick-she arches her back and her nipple goes straight into my mouth-I whimper-she moans louder-and I’m swirling my tongue all over, drawing it deeper into my mouth, and pulling it with my teeth-and her body can’t seem to decide whether to pull away or thrust it back into my mouth-I thrust it back into my mouth-sucking, nibbling, curling, twisting, scraping, tugging-God…
She moans even louder.
Then my mouth lets go-and she cups my face with both hands and pulls me up and kisses me-hurried and feverish and hungry-and I kiss her with as much heat and teeth and yearning-and feel her body pushing, urging me to turn over-and I give in.
And as soon as my back hits the mattress, her mouth moves to my neck, just below the corner of my jaw, right where it's throbbing the most-and she's laving and biting and-Mmm… harder-she sucks harder-I gasp-and she definitely leaves a mark before moving her mouth to another spot down the length of my neck.
I let my hands roam.
And so does she.
And with her legs spread on either side of mine, she has both hands creeping underneath my shirt-I quiver at her touch-her palms sliding from my waist, up my stomach, over… my breasts-Oh, God…
She’s grasping, squeezing, pinching-shit-that feels so good…
And her mouth!
God… her mouth…
Her mouth is leaving a trail of frenzied kisses down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, across my waist as my shirt rides up-I moan… and moan… and moan as her mouth goes higher… and higher… and higher… until it’s right… between her hands-then suddenly-
It’s gone.
I feel her sitting up-I finally open my eyes.
And there’s enough light filtering through the window from outside for me to see her mussed-up hair, her parted lips, her heaving chest, and an expression on her face that I can’t seem to decipher.
What did I do wrong? Did I move too fast-Oh, God, I moved too fast! What the hell was I thinking?! Fuck. I wasn’t.
And Rachel sits there, frozen, like she can’t believe what we’ve been doing either.
I sit up and I’m probably wearing the same expression on my face.
“Baby?”
She doesn’t answer… just gently cups my face with both hands… caressing my cheek with her thumbs… and running her eyes… from my forehead… to my lips…
Then… she kisses me…
…warm… and loving… and soothing…
…the kind of kiss that really makes me close my eyes… and hold on tighter…
I hold on tighter.
And my eyes have already fluttered to a close.
And they only flutter open when I feel her lips breaking away from my lips.
But she gives me another peck before opening her eyes and looking straight into mine…
Then she leans back… crosses her arms over her stomach… grabs the hem of her shirt and starts… to pull up…
Oh, my God…
I help her.
And she carelessly drops her tank top wherever.
Oh. My. God…
All I can do is stare…
All I want to do is stare.
And I would’ve loved to continue to stare and rake my eyes over her-her… perfect… perfection.
But she attempts to cover herself with her arms so I quickly fumble with my shirt and gracelessly pull it over my head.
She stares…
And now I know how I made her feel.
And I feel like covering myself.
But then she licks her lips and I lose it.
I pounce on her and-Dear God-skin-half-naked-breasts-and nipples-Hnnngggg-Rachel…
“Mmm…”
…tumbling-kissing-groaning-can’t stop moving-everywhere-touching-mouths-breasts-nippl-breasts-must move down…
…her neck-Mmm…
…her shoulder-Mmm…
…her collarbone-God… keep going…
…yes… soft… Hmmm…
…biting-squirming… sucking-writhing… my mouth teasing… her back arching, here… nipple, here… damnit.
Patience is a virtue, baby.
“Baby…”
‘Kay.
She gasps.
I moan.
And everything slows down for some reason…
…the way my tongue swirls… around her nipple…
…the way she breathes and gasps… through her mouth…
…the way my hand squeezes… her other breast…
…the way she writhes… with every pinch… and every bite…
…the way my teeth graze her skin… up to the tip…
…and the way my mouth moves… across her chest… over to her other breast… and repeats… everything…
She ducks her head… to kiss my ear… and her mouth mirrors every move my mouth makes… every lick… every swirl… every bite…
I turn my head…
And we kiss… as I lift my body higher and level it… with hers…
And as I move… my bone hits the spot right between her thighs.
She moans.
I do it again.
And she kisses me harder.
God…
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But what my body’s doing feels so right…
And it’s moving forward and backward, and forward and backward…
…as we kiss and kiss and kiss…
And the hands that were once clinging to my neck are now travelling down my back… and slipping under the waistband of my shorts and-
Fuck…
They go even lower… past the fabric of my thong… grasping and grabbing and moving my body to a rhythm that we both seem to understand.
The faster and harder we grind, the harder it is to kiss, and the easier it is to start panting.
I prop myself up on my elbows and open my eyes…
Hers are closed tight and her mouth is hanging open.
I kiss the corners of her eyes… one… after the other… and they flutter open.
Our eyes lock.
And our bodies carry on… rubbing, rocking… back and forth… and back and forth… her eyes unexpectedly closing… clenching… her jaw falling further…
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen…
I’m falling further…
…deeper…
…faster…
She’s breathing louder…
…harder…
…faster…
Fuck…
“Quinn…”
She throws her head back and gasps.
Sharp. Loud. Long. Drawn out.
She stops my movement with her hands and lifts them up to hold me tight.
I hold her just as tight and lean my forehead against hers, still trying to catch my breath.
Then she kisses me…
…fierce and all-consuming…
…the kind of kiss that makes my body hum and makes me weak… weak enough to turn over… before she starts to leave a trail of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down my neck… and goes lower…
And she returns the favor.