Fic: Writer's Block
Title: Writer's Block
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,235
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn is trying to finish her Achele fic but is suffering from a case of writer's block and Rachel, uhm, helps.
A/N: The words for Quinn's fic are actual words to an Achele fic that I have yet to finish. And since I still couldn't finish it, I wrote this instead. Thanks to my bb, jbluish, who ordered me to finish this. NAO. But this is for ians_grace47, who thinks I can write hot smut, too (I still don't think so, bb), and for 4guiltypleasure, to tide her over while I decide on whether I should continue the Achele fic or start writing Autumn Nights next (I hope you're happy that I'm practicing), and for qfabray of tumblr, just because she loves porn.
You moan.
Two words…
Two words were all that Quinn could type in a span of two hours.
And she couldn’t, for the life of her, continue the piece of fan fiction she had been trying to write for weeks now.
She thought that she had started it well enough-until the love scene came-which was ironic, because it was still too far from the point of coming.
She had read and re-read the beginning of the love scene in the hopes of finding the right words to describe what she was seeing in her head-wait, that didn’t sound right…
She tried reading it again.
With a burning look, she takes your face with both hands and kisses you urgently… hungrily… desperately.
You respond with as much urgency… and hunger… and desperation.
And your body comes alive, every square inch of it tingling.
You feel as if you’ve woken from a drunken stupor into another kind of drunken stupor-one without an ounce of alcohol in your system and with your senses heightened. You are intoxicated by her breath, her scent, her taste, her-everything. And you continue to kiss her in a daze. You know you have lost your mind when the only words that you can put together are Oh, God, and Lea.
Lea… who is pinning you against the couch… Lea… whose lips are locked with yours… Lea… whose tongue swivels in your mouth as yours do in hers… Lea… who has her legs on either side of your hips, chest pressed against your front, fingers threading your hair… Lea… who is leisurely rubbing her self forward and backward and forward and backward between your thighs...
You moan.
Still… nothing came. And if there was something that got Quinn frustrated, it’s not coming-not that she had ever experienced that-no, no-Rachel was more than competent in the bedroom-or any other… venue… for that matter. It’s just that, she could be such a tease sometimes…
Quinn was looking so intently at her laptop monitor that she didn’t notice the brunette lying in her bed-their bed-started to stir.
Out of the blue, Quinn found herself being wrapped in beautiful, tan arms from behind and given a sweet peck on the cheek.
“Baby, watchudoin’?” Rachel asked in her most adorable tone.
Quinn couldn’t help but smile. “It’s that fan fiction I told you about,” she answered.
“Ooh, the one about the actresses who look incredibly like us?”
“Yep, that’s the one.”
“And where are you now?”
“The love scene-and I’m stuck.”
Rachel leaned over Quinn’s shoulder and began reading the last few lines.
“Oh my,” was all that she uttered before she straightened up, moved to Quinn’s side, one hand still on Quinn’s shoulder, and casually asked, “Need help with that?”
Quinn giggled and said, “No, baby, I just couldn’t find the right words… to… uhm…”
She trailed off as Rachel lifted her left leg over Quinn’s lap, straddled the blonde, unceremoniously took off her shirt, her pert nipples on full display, and was now only wearing a pair of black lace panties. Quinn’s jaw dropped instantaneously and her throat went dry.
With an impish grin, Rachel threw her arms around Quinn’s neck.
“You were saying?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” Quinn quickly backtracked and gulped. “Yes, I do need help.”
Rachel’s grin grew wider.
“Consider yourself very lucky for I am here to render my… assistance. Where were you again?”
She glanced over her shoulder to look at the monitor.
“With a burning look, she takes your face with both hands…”
…and she looked back at Quinn, carried out the words, and kissed her urgently… and hungrily… and desperately. And just like what she had written, Quinn responded in kind, with her hands stroking Rachel’s thighs, up and down, inside, out.
Their teeth clashed and their tongues dueled and the fiery kiss went on for about a minute or two before Rachel pulled back and both girls panted heavily, leaning their foreheads against each other’s.
Rachel’s hands traveled around Quinn’s neck down the middle of her chest, deliberately avoiding her breasts, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up as Quinn raised her arms to let Rachel tug her shirt off, which she did, impatiently, and dropped it wherever.
Then she lunged at Quinn’s neck just below her jaw and grazed the softness with her teeth before drawing it in her mouth with her lips and her tongue.
Quinn’s hands roamed upwards as she moaned.
But Rachel stopped.
“Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not typing.”
“What?”
“I fully expect you to type what I’m doing, describing the immense pleasure I’m giving you and highlighting all of my decidedly gratifying skills, so why aren’t you?”
Quinn groaned.
“Baby, I can’t even write when you were asleep! How can you expect me to do it when you’re naked in front of me-on my lap-doing things that absolutely drive me nuts?! Can we just pick up where we left off?” Quinn pleaded as she went for another kiss.
Rachel withdrew.
“Not if you don’t start typing.”
Quinn sighed in frustration.
“Baby,” Rachel continued, “how hard can it be to write ‘she attacks your neck and starts devouring the sensitive skin below your jaw, nipping and sucking and lapping it up for all its worth?’”
“Well, you seem to have the words-can we switch?” Quinn smirked.
Rachel did not look amused.
“Of course not, this is your composition. And frankly, the sooner you stop fantasizing about Lea Michele, the better-God, I do not understand your obsession with her-you don’t even like Spring Awakening!”
“You’re one to talk! I mean, seriously-it’s one thing to say ‘Dianna Agron is the most beautiful creature in the world’ but it’s a totally different thing to claim that Skid Marks is an unappreciated, brilliantly hilarious movie!”
“I really like that movie, okay! And may I remind you that you should thank Dianna Agron, because if it weren’t for The Agron’s uncanny powers of making girls go gay since 2009, I wouldn’t have gone gay for you!”
“Have I told you you’re so hot when you’re angry?”
Rachel froze and Quinn pounced the second she dropped her guard and captured her lips.
She forgot her cause for a little while, drowning in Quinn’s deep kisses and lost in the sensation of Quinn’s tongue.
But unfortunately for Quinn, she had to come up for air.
She quickly switched her attention to Rachel’s neck but Rachel had already snapped out of her trance.
“Quinn,” she exhaled, lacking the sting of her previous statements and panting with every bite, every suck, every lick on her neck, “I swear… if you don’t finish that fan fiction soon… and I mean, within the hour… thereby decreasing my cuddle time with you… I will withhold until you actually finish it… and I’ll be walking around our room… naked… and wearing a different Britney Spears outfit everyday… all the time…”
Quinn stopped immediately and looked up.
“You really think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
“Well, if only you had not made an objection earlier, you really should be wrapped around my fingers by now.”
“Oh, you are filthy.”
“I prefer lewd or vulgar,” Rachel declared, “which I believe you also prefer… too much… at times… when you’re really… horny.” And she smiled innocently, batting her long eyelashes.
“This is so unfair,” the blonde grumbled.
“What is so unfair, baby,” the brunette argued, “is that you have spent countless hours trying to write about the dirty things Lea Michele and Dianna Agron could do to each other when we could’ve been spending it doing dirty things to each other.”
“Good point.”
“So now I am offering you the opportunity to do both.”
“Your thoughtfulness is astounding.”
“I know. And besides,” Rachel leaned closer to Quinn until her lips brushed against Quinn’s ear to whisper in a very sultry voice, “don’t you think it’s kinky?”
Rachel felt the shiver running through Quinn’s body and she knew she had won.
Without moving away from Quinn’s ear, she whispered again, “Now, baby… hands… on… the keyboard.”
Quinn obeyed in a flash and sat motionless in her chair, breathing irregularly in anticipation.
Rachel, on the other hand, teased the outer rim of Quinn’s ear with her warm breath and lips tracing its outline with feather-light kisses.
“Baby, this is torture,” Quinn griped.
“Then baby, I think you must know,” Rachel said in a low, husky voice, “that I will not proceed if I am not hearing you tapping away on your keyboard.”
Quinn sighed, “I spoke too soon…”
Tap, tap, tap…
Tap, tap, tap…
And Rachel waited until she thought Quinn had typed enough words to form a sentence-or two-before she continued her assault on Quinn’s… senses.
Her tongue darted out of her mouth and its tip passed over the length of Quinn’s ear.
Quinn drew in a sharp breath but didn’t stop typing even when Rachel trapped her earlobe in between teeth, surrounded by lips, and pulled on the flesh, scraping the surface.
Then Rachel started mapping out the line of Quinn’s jaw with open-mouthed kisses-painfully slow, open-mouthed kisses-from behind her left ear, all the way to the other ear.
She turned her head to brush her lips across Quinn’s cheek and settled by the corner of Quinn’s mouth.
The noise stopped.
And so did all movement.
Quinn took the hint and started typing again and the moment that she did, Rachel pressed on and moved her face right in front of Quinn’s, her mouth ready for the taking-or just, taking. And typing ceased once more.
Rachel made her lips touch Quinn’s lips as she spoke, “Baby, you have no excuse to stop… I know very well you can type… without looking… at the keys…”
Quinn growled and simultaneously seized Rachel’s mouth with her own and let her fingers work over the keys.
And they kissed… and moaned… and teased and sucked… and bit and licked… and whimpered…
And Quinn typed and typed… and typed and typed…
And syntax be damned.
Rachel let her hands wander from Quinn’s waist, up the side, cupped two very supple mounds, and started kneading Quinn’s breasts, making her gasp and her fingers static. Rachel deliberately ended all ministrations.
With another groan, Quinn went back to typing and was rewarded by a mouth on her breast and a tongue twisting and curling on her nipple.
“God, baby…” Quinn moaned, “Don’t stop…”
Rachel released the aforementioned breast.
“I won’t if you won’t,” she said quickly, breathlessly, then switched her attention to the other breast.
A series of gasps and moans filled the room, amplified by the faint sound of keys clicking away.
After a couple of flicks and a number of laps, Rachel detached her mouth from Quinn’s other breast.
“I have a better idea,” she said as she slid off Quinn’s lap to stand.
But as soon as she did, Quinn promptly returned the favor and dove and latched her mouth onto one of Rachel’s breasts.
“I… I like your idea, too,” Rachel said sheepishly.
And she grabbed a fistful of Quinn’s hair, trying to shove the blonde’s face closer to her chest because she couldn’t get enough.
“Oh God, you’re still typing,” she exclaimed.
“Hmmm.”
Tap, tap, tap…
“That’s so hot.”
“Hmmm.”
Quinn relentlessly hit on the keys as she nibbled and tweaked and tugged on a nipple.
There was a sharp intake of breath and Rachel pulled Quinn’s hair gently and steadily.
Then Quinn moved across the other breast and gave it a similar treatment.
Rachel moaned.
Tap, tap, tap…
And Quinn went south.
And Rachel held her breath.
A part of her wanted to know what Quinn would do without her assistance, seeing as she was still encumbered by a piece of garment.
A part of her wanted Quinn to tear it off with her teeth.
But it was one of her nicest pairs and she was obviously impatient. And so, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband and lowered it enough to wiggle out of it.
As soon as it was out of the way, Quinn surprisingly freed her right hand and hooked it under Rachel’s thigh and lifted Rachel’s left leg over her right shoulder and plunged deep into Rachel.
And she continued typing.
Rachel tried to keep herself steady but her knees were growing weaker and weaker with every lap and every flick of Quinn’s tongue. She looked over her shoulder and braced herself with outstretched arms and hands on the table, making sure to put herself a safe distance from it.
Then everything went frantic.
Quinn started skipping letters and spaces and punctuations as Rachel started rocking hard against her mouth.
“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn,” she chanted over and over until she arched her back with her head thrown back in pleasure. And she twitched. And she shook. And she screamed.
She collapsed on Quinn’s lap and immediately smashed her lips against Quinn’s and Quinn finally felt free to wrap her arms around Rachel, their chests heaving from the exertion.
But when her breathing came back to something almost normal, Rachel twisted her upper body and stared at the screen behind her.
One of her eyebrows rose as she turned her gaze back to Quinn, grinning.
“ASDFLKJASDFLKJASDFLKJASDFLKJ?”
Quinn shrugged.
“Best. Line. Ever.”
***
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,235
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn is trying to finish her Achele fic but is suffering from a case of writer's block and Rachel, uhm, helps.
A/N: The words for Quinn's fic are actual words to an Achele fic that I have yet to finish. And since I still couldn't finish it, I wrote this instead. Thanks to my bb, jbluish, who ordered me to finish this. NAO. But this is for ians_grace47, who thinks I can write hot smut, too (I still don't think so, bb), and for 4guiltypleasure, to tide her over while I decide on whether I should continue the Achele fic or start writing Autumn Nights next (I hope you're happy that I'm practicing), and for qfabray of tumblr, just because she loves porn.
You moan.
Two words…
Two words were all that Quinn could type in a span of two hours.
And she couldn’t, for the life of her, continue the piece of fan fiction she had been trying to write for weeks now.
She thought that she had started it well enough-until the love scene came-which was ironic, because it was still too far from the point of coming.
She had read and re-read the beginning of the love scene in the hopes of finding the right words to describe what she was seeing in her head-wait, that didn’t sound right…
She tried reading it again.
With a burning look, she takes your face with both hands and kisses you urgently… hungrily… desperately.
You respond with as much urgency… and hunger… and desperation.
And your body comes alive, every square inch of it tingling.
You feel as if you’ve woken from a drunken stupor into another kind of drunken stupor-one without an ounce of alcohol in your system and with your senses heightened. You are intoxicated by her breath, her scent, her taste, her-everything. And you continue to kiss her in a daze. You know you have lost your mind when the only words that you can put together are Oh, God, and Lea.
Lea… who is pinning you against the couch… Lea… whose lips are locked with yours… Lea… whose tongue swivels in your mouth as yours do in hers… Lea… who has her legs on either side of your hips, chest pressed against your front, fingers threading your hair… Lea… who is leisurely rubbing her self forward and backward and forward and backward between your thighs...
You moan.
Still… nothing came. And if there was something that got Quinn frustrated, it’s not coming-not that she had ever experienced that-no, no-Rachel was more than competent in the bedroom-or any other… venue… for that matter. It’s just that, she could be such a tease sometimes…
Quinn was looking so intently at her laptop monitor that she didn’t notice the brunette lying in her bed-their bed-started to stir.
Out of the blue, Quinn found herself being wrapped in beautiful, tan arms from behind and given a sweet peck on the cheek.
“Baby, watchudoin’?” Rachel asked in her most adorable tone.
Quinn couldn’t help but smile. “It’s that fan fiction I told you about,” she answered.
“Ooh, the one about the actresses who look incredibly like us?”
“Yep, that’s the one.”
“And where are you now?”
“The love scene-and I’m stuck.”
Rachel leaned over Quinn’s shoulder and began reading the last few lines.
“Oh my,” was all that she uttered before she straightened up, moved to Quinn’s side, one hand still on Quinn’s shoulder, and casually asked, “Need help with that?”
Quinn giggled and said, “No, baby, I just couldn’t find the right words… to… uhm…”
She trailed off as Rachel lifted her left leg over Quinn’s lap, straddled the blonde, unceremoniously took off her shirt, her pert nipples on full display, and was now only wearing a pair of black lace panties. Quinn’s jaw dropped instantaneously and her throat went dry.
With an impish grin, Rachel threw her arms around Quinn’s neck.
“You were saying?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” Quinn quickly backtracked and gulped. “Yes, I do need help.”
Rachel’s grin grew wider.
“Consider yourself very lucky for I am here to render my… assistance. Where were you again?”
She glanced over her shoulder to look at the monitor.
“With a burning look, she takes your face with both hands…”
…and she looked back at Quinn, carried out the words, and kissed her urgently… and hungrily… and desperately. And just like what she had written, Quinn responded in kind, with her hands stroking Rachel’s thighs, up and down, inside, out.
Their teeth clashed and their tongues dueled and the fiery kiss went on for about a minute or two before Rachel pulled back and both girls panted heavily, leaning their foreheads against each other’s.
Rachel’s hands traveled around Quinn’s neck down the middle of her chest, deliberately avoiding her breasts, and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up as Quinn raised her arms to let Rachel tug her shirt off, which she did, impatiently, and dropped it wherever.
Then she lunged at Quinn’s neck just below her jaw and grazed the softness with her teeth before drawing it in her mouth with her lips and her tongue.
Quinn’s hands roamed upwards as she moaned.
But Rachel stopped.
“Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not typing.”
“What?”
“I fully expect you to type what I’m doing, describing the immense pleasure I’m giving you and highlighting all of my decidedly gratifying skills, so why aren’t you?”
Quinn groaned.
“Baby, I can’t even write when you were asleep! How can you expect me to do it when you’re naked in front of me-on my lap-doing things that absolutely drive me nuts?! Can we just pick up where we left off?” Quinn pleaded as she went for another kiss.
Rachel withdrew.
“Not if you don’t start typing.”
Quinn sighed in frustration.
“Baby,” Rachel continued, “how hard can it be to write ‘she attacks your neck and starts devouring the sensitive skin below your jaw, nipping and sucking and lapping it up for all its worth?’”
“Well, you seem to have the words-can we switch?” Quinn smirked.
Rachel did not look amused.
“Of course not, this is your composition. And frankly, the sooner you stop fantasizing about Lea Michele, the better-God, I do not understand your obsession with her-you don’t even like Spring Awakening!”
“You’re one to talk! I mean, seriously-it’s one thing to say ‘Dianna Agron is the most beautiful creature in the world’ but it’s a totally different thing to claim that Skid Marks is an unappreciated, brilliantly hilarious movie!”
“I really like that movie, okay! And may I remind you that you should thank Dianna Agron, because if it weren’t for The Agron’s uncanny powers of making girls go gay since 2009, I wouldn’t have gone gay for you!”
“Have I told you you’re so hot when you’re angry?”
Rachel froze and Quinn pounced the second she dropped her guard and captured her lips.
She forgot her cause for a little while, drowning in Quinn’s deep kisses and lost in the sensation of Quinn’s tongue.
But unfortunately for Quinn, she had to come up for air.
She quickly switched her attention to Rachel’s neck but Rachel had already snapped out of her trance.
“Quinn,” she exhaled, lacking the sting of her previous statements and panting with every bite, every suck, every lick on her neck, “I swear… if you don’t finish that fan fiction soon… and I mean, within the hour… thereby decreasing my cuddle time with you… I will withhold until you actually finish it… and I’ll be walking around our room… naked… and wearing a different Britney Spears outfit everyday… all the time…”
Quinn stopped immediately and looked up.
“You really think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
“Well, if only you had not made an objection earlier, you really should be wrapped around my fingers by now.”
“Oh, you are filthy.”
“I prefer lewd or vulgar,” Rachel declared, “which I believe you also prefer… too much… at times… when you’re really… horny.” And she smiled innocently, batting her long eyelashes.
“This is so unfair,” the blonde grumbled.
“What is so unfair, baby,” the brunette argued, “is that you have spent countless hours trying to write about the dirty things Lea Michele and Dianna Agron could do to each other when we could’ve been spending it doing dirty things to each other.”
“Good point.”
“So now I am offering you the opportunity to do both.”
“Your thoughtfulness is astounding.”
“I know. And besides,” Rachel leaned closer to Quinn until her lips brushed against Quinn’s ear to whisper in a very sultry voice, “don’t you think it’s kinky?”
Rachel felt the shiver running through Quinn’s body and she knew she had won.
Without moving away from Quinn’s ear, she whispered again, “Now, baby… hands… on… the keyboard.”
Quinn obeyed in a flash and sat motionless in her chair, breathing irregularly in anticipation.
Rachel, on the other hand, teased the outer rim of Quinn’s ear with her warm breath and lips tracing its outline with feather-light kisses.
“Baby, this is torture,” Quinn griped.
“Then baby, I think you must know,” Rachel said in a low, husky voice, “that I will not proceed if I am not hearing you tapping away on your keyboard.”
Quinn sighed, “I spoke too soon…”
Tap, tap, tap…
Tap, tap, tap…
And Rachel waited until she thought Quinn had typed enough words to form a sentence-or two-before she continued her assault on Quinn’s… senses.
Her tongue darted out of her mouth and its tip passed over the length of Quinn’s ear.
Quinn drew in a sharp breath but didn’t stop typing even when Rachel trapped her earlobe in between teeth, surrounded by lips, and pulled on the flesh, scraping the surface.
Then Rachel started mapping out the line of Quinn’s jaw with open-mouthed kisses-painfully slow, open-mouthed kisses-from behind her left ear, all the way to the other ear.
She turned her head to brush her lips across Quinn’s cheek and settled by the corner of Quinn’s mouth.
The noise stopped.
And so did all movement.
Quinn took the hint and started typing again and the moment that she did, Rachel pressed on and moved her face right in front of Quinn’s, her mouth ready for the taking-or just, taking. And typing ceased once more.
Rachel made her lips touch Quinn’s lips as she spoke, “Baby, you have no excuse to stop… I know very well you can type… without looking… at the keys…”
Quinn growled and simultaneously seized Rachel’s mouth with her own and let her fingers work over the keys.
And they kissed… and moaned… and teased and sucked… and bit and licked… and whimpered…
And Quinn typed and typed… and typed and typed…
And syntax be damned.
Rachel let her hands wander from Quinn’s waist, up the side, cupped two very supple mounds, and started kneading Quinn’s breasts, making her gasp and her fingers static. Rachel deliberately ended all ministrations.
With another groan, Quinn went back to typing and was rewarded by a mouth on her breast and a tongue twisting and curling on her nipple.
“God, baby…” Quinn moaned, “Don’t stop…”
Rachel released the aforementioned breast.
“I won’t if you won’t,” she said quickly, breathlessly, then switched her attention to the other breast.
A series of gasps and moans filled the room, amplified by the faint sound of keys clicking away.
After a couple of flicks and a number of laps, Rachel detached her mouth from Quinn’s other breast.
“I have a better idea,” she said as she slid off Quinn’s lap to stand.
But as soon as she did, Quinn promptly returned the favor and dove and latched her mouth onto one of Rachel’s breasts.
“I… I like your idea, too,” Rachel said sheepishly.
And she grabbed a fistful of Quinn’s hair, trying to shove the blonde’s face closer to her chest because she couldn’t get enough.
“Oh God, you’re still typing,” she exclaimed.
“Hmmm.”
Tap, tap, tap…
“That’s so hot.”
“Hmmm.”
Quinn relentlessly hit on the keys as she nibbled and tweaked and tugged on a nipple.
There was a sharp intake of breath and Rachel pulled Quinn’s hair gently and steadily.
Then Quinn moved across the other breast and gave it a similar treatment.
Rachel moaned.
Tap, tap, tap…
And Quinn went south.
And Rachel held her breath.
A part of her wanted to know what Quinn would do without her assistance, seeing as she was still encumbered by a piece of garment.
A part of her wanted Quinn to tear it off with her teeth.
But it was one of her nicest pairs and she was obviously impatient. And so, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband and lowered it enough to wiggle out of it.
As soon as it was out of the way, Quinn surprisingly freed her right hand and hooked it under Rachel’s thigh and lifted Rachel’s left leg over her right shoulder and plunged deep into Rachel.
And she continued typing.
Rachel tried to keep herself steady but her knees were growing weaker and weaker with every lap and every flick of Quinn’s tongue. She looked over her shoulder and braced herself with outstretched arms and hands on the table, making sure to put herself a safe distance from it.
Then everything went frantic.
Quinn started skipping letters and spaces and punctuations as Rachel started rocking hard against her mouth.
“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn,” she chanted over and over until she arched her back with her head thrown back in pleasure. And she twitched. And she shook. And she screamed.
She collapsed on Quinn’s lap and immediately smashed her lips against Quinn’s and Quinn finally felt free to wrap her arms around Rachel, their chests heaving from the exertion.
But when her breathing came back to something almost normal, Rachel twisted her upper body and stared at the screen behind her.
One of her eyebrows rose as she turned her gaze back to Quinn, grinning.
“ASDFLKJASDFLKJASDFLKJASDFLKJ?”
Quinn shrugged.
“Best. Line. Ever.”
***