fic: Feel Good for therewassnow
Title: Feel Good
Author: ch_leeshatana
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Brittany Pierce
Rating: NC-17
WC: 1,583
Spoilers: Season 2.
Summary: Quinn had always harbored a sort of gentle admiration for Brittany from afar but, as soon as Santana left, her own vulnerability came out in full force and she knew that maybe she and Brittany would have a chance if they stuck together.
“They’re so loud, Quinn.”
“What are, honey?” Quinn holds her friends head in her lap, the girls’ blonde hair spilling out across her legs as tears drip steadily out of the corners of her eyes. Even though her room is dark, save for the blue nightlight shaped in the form of a cat perched on her dresser, Quinn can still make out the same wide-eyed look of fear Brittany’s been displaying more and more lately. She trails a hand up Quinn’s arm and pulls her tighter.
“The dreams,” she answers simply.
Summer is almost upon them; a chance of renewal for the both of them after the chaotic school year they had endured. Santana’s left, something about needing time, Brittany doesn’t know. All she replays is standing stunned on her porch as her best friend steadily falls apart right in front of her, pressing frantic, confusing, tear-salted kisses along Brittany’s lips before disappearing. Quinn’s more or less resigned to the fact that, with the way she’s feeling now, she’ll probably end up alone.
“I’ve told you what to say to them,” Quinn chastises lightly, finger combing tangled bits of Brittany’s hair as the blonde continues to wriggle and whimper lightly in her lap. “Tell them to go.”
“I try,” Brittany whines insistently. “They keep coming back.”
Quinn’s at a loss about what to do about these frightening dreams Brittany’s been overwhelmed with ever since Santana left. When they had first started, Brittany clawing frantically at Quinn’s shirt, rambling about dark noises and weird shapes, Quinn was able to thoroughly calm her with only a few murmured words of comfort in her ear. Brittany’s always used a vocabulary all of her own but through the heaps of apparent nonsense that spill out of her mouth during these frantic moments after these dreams, Quinn catches quick images of what she must be seeing at it makes her stomach ache.
It’s taken longer tonight to calm Brittany down but she finally does and Quinn nudges Brittany’s cheek playfully with her nose, trying to push her mind forward as quickly as possible.
“Remember that show about penguins we saw earlier?” Quinn asks gently, readjusting herself underneath the warm heaviness of Brittany’s head still resting in her lap. “That was pretty cute, huh?” It’s a lame attempt, Quinn knows, but she also knows it will work and that’s all that matters. When Brittany lets out a contented sigh that bleeds through Quinn’s night gown and flows against her abdomen, she knows the rest of the night will probably go a lot easier.
“Super cute,” Brittany agrees, nuzzling against Quinn’s middle, locking a hand with one of hers. She sniffles away the tears still lingering in her eyes. Quinn tries to think of more calming things to say but Brittany’s fingers are tracing shapes against her abdomen now and she can’t concentrate. Quinn had always harbored a sort of gentle admiration for Brittany from afar but, as soon as Santana left, her own vulnerability came out in full force and she knew that maybe she and Brittany would have a chance if they stuck together.
“Quinn?” Brittany breaks in to her thoughts, grabbing the hand she had interlaced with her own to distractedly play with before resting against her nightgown. She’s still sprawled out across Quinn’s lap, some of her breaths still stuttered. “Do you love me?”
Quinn’s face immediately softens and she cradles Brittany to her chest before allowing herself to fall backwards with her against the safety net of pillows waiting behind them. A surprised giggle against her collarbone makes Quinn smile.
“Yes,” she promises.
“Do you remember how you said it’s okay to feel bad?” Brittany asks curiously. Quinn can see Brittany’s face contort in concentration, even in the dark. Brittany reaches up to trace a finger along Quinn’s cheek, still more out of distraction than affection but Quinn’s not sure if Brittany really knows the difference anymore. She finds hot tingles racing down her spine anyway, her own arm falling across Brittany’s hip.
“Yes.”
“Well…,” Brittany averts her gaze for a second, her fingers beginning to trail down Quinn’s neck, pausing at the other girls’ chest. Quinn holds her breath.
“What is it, Brittany?” she tries not too sound too urgent but Brittany’s fingers lay idly along the side of her breast and she’s not sure she can keep in the whimper that threatens to bubble from her lips.
“Is it okay to feel good, too?”
Quinn knows exactly where this is going and god be damned if she isn’t soaking wet already.
It’s happened twice before. The first time, Brittany’s curled in a ball on her bathroom floor when Quinn finds her, grabbing her fiercely before crushing her to her chest. Brittany, sobbing and confused, starts to kiss her. It’s sloppy and happens so fast but pretty soon Quinn’s pushed her skirt up and is telling Brittany that she’ll feel better if she can just let everything go. If she can forget about Santana for two seconds. If she can just let Brittany come it would be okay, Quinn’s lust hazed brain reasons with her.
The second time is quieter, gentler. Quinn takes time to drink in every bit of her friends amazingly toned body, finally understanding the hype she’d pretended not to hear coming out of the mouths of crud-minded boys. As Brittany arches off her bed, quaking underneath Quinn’s tongue, she’s sure she’s never felt anything more powerful rip through her. Neither finds much use in feeling guilty about it but they don’t talk about it either.
“Um…it…it’s okay to feel good, B. H-how do you mean?” Quinn stutters. The pad of Brittany’s thumb ghosts over one of her nipples and the low moan that escapes Quinn’s mouth surprises her. Had they really gotten to that point so soon? Brittany presses a quick kiss to the nape of Quinn’s neck.
“I mean when we play, it feels good,” she whispers innocently. “Can we play for a little while?”
Quinn doesn’t know how any one would be able to argue with Brittany, especially like this. So trusting. She smiles at Brittany before closing the small gap between them, pressing a deep kiss against the other girls mouth. Brittany is quick to grow soft in Quinn’s arms as Quinn trails nimble fingers up and down the other girls’ spine. Brittany tucks her knee between Quinn’s legs in reward and shivers at the surprised gasp that leaves Quinn’s mouth.
“Oh, Quinn,” Brittany murmurs against pink lips, creeping her hand underneath the girls nightgown as Quinn rocks once over Brittany’s thigh. “It feels like you wanted to play with me, too.”
Quinn moans, closing her eyes, giving in to the blissful pressure Brittany’s leg has provided between her thighs.
“More, B,” Quinn mumbles her half-command, lifting her night gown up over her head and letting it crumple to her bedroom floor. Brittany eagerly cups Quinn’s breasts, teasing over both nipples as Quinn presses herself closer, breathless.
“You’ve been so nice to me, Q,” Brittany says, moving her leg in order to help pull Quinn’s panties down her legs. All the other girl can do is wiggle a few inches here and there to assist Brittany, pretty much useless for anything else but whimpering deliriously. Her legs immediately fall open to the other blonde and Brittany giggles. She runs a teasing finger along the apex of Quinn’s thigh, happy when the other girl bucks against her from just the simple feather touch against her skin. “You never tease me.”
Brittany says it like she’s disappointed and as she lightly tickles the skin along Quinn’s thighs, she realizes she’ll have to find words now.
“I…Britt, I just want you to feel good…,”
She’s silenced as Brittany begins to finger along her wet folds unbearably slow. Quinn bites her lip hard, whimpering, her hips moving, trying to gain more friction.
“I know, Q. I like to tease you, though. You get all wiggly,” Brittany almost sighs, bending over to press a kiss just below Quinn’s belly button. The new proximity of Brittany’s mouth to her dripping heat makes Quinn mewl in frustration, grabbing at the other girls hair and tugging, scolding.
“I’m not going to play with you anymore,” Quinn growls threateningly, at the same moment Brittany’s tongue darts out to sneak a taste. Brittany giggles.
“Yes you will, silly!” she pokes a finger quickly in and out of Quinn’s belly button before tying back her hair and readjusting herself between Quinn’s legs. Quinn’s hips cant forward again. “But I won’t tease you anymore. It isn’t nice.”
Brittany keeps to her promise and easily slips two fingers in to Quinn’s tight center, pumping in to her more aggressively than Quinn’s used to getting out of her. Not that she’s complaining, every one of Brittany’s thrusts met with a breathy oh as Quinn fists up her sheets. It only takes Brittany’s tongue to swirl around her clit and a second more before Quinn’s coming hard, crying Brittany’s name as an intense orgasm rolls through her. Brittany watches in quiet satisfaction, licking the heat off her fingers as Quinn cuddles her way in to Brittany’s lap, her naked body twitching. Brittany strokes her fingers lovingly down her bare back.
“Love you,” Brittany whispers automatically, needing to hear it, wriggling her way further underneath Quinn. “Love me back?”
Quinn’s heart aches. She grabs Brittany down in to another fierce kiss before pulling back to breathe against her lips.
“Love you back,” she promises.
Author: ch_leeshatana
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Brittany Pierce
Rating: NC-17
WC: 1,583
Spoilers: Season 2.
Summary: Quinn had always harbored a sort of gentle admiration for Brittany from afar but, as soon as Santana left, her own vulnerability came out in full force and she knew that maybe she and Brittany would have a chance if they stuck together.
“They’re so loud, Quinn.”
“What are, honey?” Quinn holds her friends head in her lap, the girls’ blonde hair spilling out across her legs as tears drip steadily out of the corners of her eyes. Even though her room is dark, save for the blue nightlight shaped in the form of a cat perched on her dresser, Quinn can still make out the same wide-eyed look of fear Brittany’s been displaying more and more lately. She trails a hand up Quinn’s arm and pulls her tighter.
“The dreams,” she answers simply.
Summer is almost upon them; a chance of renewal for the both of them after the chaotic school year they had endured. Santana’s left, something about needing time, Brittany doesn’t know. All she replays is standing stunned on her porch as her best friend steadily falls apart right in front of her, pressing frantic, confusing, tear-salted kisses along Brittany’s lips before disappearing. Quinn’s more or less resigned to the fact that, with the way she’s feeling now, she’ll probably end up alone.
“I’ve told you what to say to them,” Quinn chastises lightly, finger combing tangled bits of Brittany’s hair as the blonde continues to wriggle and whimper lightly in her lap. “Tell them to go.”
“I try,” Brittany whines insistently. “They keep coming back.”
Quinn’s at a loss about what to do about these frightening dreams Brittany’s been overwhelmed with ever since Santana left. When they had first started, Brittany clawing frantically at Quinn’s shirt, rambling about dark noises and weird shapes, Quinn was able to thoroughly calm her with only a few murmured words of comfort in her ear. Brittany’s always used a vocabulary all of her own but through the heaps of apparent nonsense that spill out of her mouth during these frantic moments after these dreams, Quinn catches quick images of what she must be seeing at it makes her stomach ache.
It’s taken longer tonight to calm Brittany down but she finally does and Quinn nudges Brittany’s cheek playfully with her nose, trying to push her mind forward as quickly as possible.
“Remember that show about penguins we saw earlier?” Quinn asks gently, readjusting herself underneath the warm heaviness of Brittany’s head still resting in her lap. “That was pretty cute, huh?” It’s a lame attempt, Quinn knows, but she also knows it will work and that’s all that matters. When Brittany lets out a contented sigh that bleeds through Quinn’s night gown and flows against her abdomen, she knows the rest of the night will probably go a lot easier.
“Super cute,” Brittany agrees, nuzzling against Quinn’s middle, locking a hand with one of hers. She sniffles away the tears still lingering in her eyes. Quinn tries to think of more calming things to say but Brittany’s fingers are tracing shapes against her abdomen now and she can’t concentrate. Quinn had always harbored a sort of gentle admiration for Brittany from afar but, as soon as Santana left, her own vulnerability came out in full force and she knew that maybe she and Brittany would have a chance if they stuck together.
“Quinn?” Brittany breaks in to her thoughts, grabbing the hand she had interlaced with her own to distractedly play with before resting against her nightgown. She’s still sprawled out across Quinn’s lap, some of her breaths still stuttered. “Do you love me?”
Quinn’s face immediately softens and she cradles Brittany to her chest before allowing herself to fall backwards with her against the safety net of pillows waiting behind them. A surprised giggle against her collarbone makes Quinn smile.
“Yes,” she promises.
“Do you remember how you said it’s okay to feel bad?” Brittany asks curiously. Quinn can see Brittany’s face contort in concentration, even in the dark. Brittany reaches up to trace a finger along Quinn’s cheek, still more out of distraction than affection but Quinn’s not sure if Brittany really knows the difference anymore. She finds hot tingles racing down her spine anyway, her own arm falling across Brittany’s hip.
“Yes.”
“Well…,” Brittany averts her gaze for a second, her fingers beginning to trail down Quinn’s neck, pausing at the other girls’ chest. Quinn holds her breath.
“What is it, Brittany?” she tries not too sound too urgent but Brittany’s fingers lay idly along the side of her breast and she’s not sure she can keep in the whimper that threatens to bubble from her lips.
“Is it okay to feel good, too?”
Quinn knows exactly where this is going and god be damned if she isn’t soaking wet already.
It’s happened twice before. The first time, Brittany’s curled in a ball on her bathroom floor when Quinn finds her, grabbing her fiercely before crushing her to her chest. Brittany, sobbing and confused, starts to kiss her. It’s sloppy and happens so fast but pretty soon Quinn’s pushed her skirt up and is telling Brittany that she’ll feel better if she can just let everything go. If she can forget about Santana for two seconds. If she can just let Brittany come it would be okay, Quinn’s lust hazed brain reasons with her.
The second time is quieter, gentler. Quinn takes time to drink in every bit of her friends amazingly toned body, finally understanding the hype she’d pretended not to hear coming out of the mouths of crud-minded boys. As Brittany arches off her bed, quaking underneath Quinn’s tongue, she’s sure she’s never felt anything more powerful rip through her. Neither finds much use in feeling guilty about it but they don’t talk about it either.
“Um…it…it’s okay to feel good, B. H-how do you mean?” Quinn stutters. The pad of Brittany’s thumb ghosts over one of her nipples and the low moan that escapes Quinn’s mouth surprises her. Had they really gotten to that point so soon? Brittany presses a quick kiss to the nape of Quinn’s neck.
“I mean when we play, it feels good,” she whispers innocently. “Can we play for a little while?”
Quinn doesn’t know how any one would be able to argue with Brittany, especially like this. So trusting. She smiles at Brittany before closing the small gap between them, pressing a deep kiss against the other girls mouth. Brittany is quick to grow soft in Quinn’s arms as Quinn trails nimble fingers up and down the other girls’ spine. Brittany tucks her knee between Quinn’s legs in reward and shivers at the surprised gasp that leaves Quinn’s mouth.
“Oh, Quinn,” Brittany murmurs against pink lips, creeping her hand underneath the girls nightgown as Quinn rocks once over Brittany’s thigh. “It feels like you wanted to play with me, too.”
Quinn moans, closing her eyes, giving in to the blissful pressure Brittany’s leg has provided between her thighs.
“More, B,” Quinn mumbles her half-command, lifting her night gown up over her head and letting it crumple to her bedroom floor. Brittany eagerly cups Quinn’s breasts, teasing over both nipples as Quinn presses herself closer, breathless.
“You’ve been so nice to me, Q,” Brittany says, moving her leg in order to help pull Quinn’s panties down her legs. All the other girl can do is wiggle a few inches here and there to assist Brittany, pretty much useless for anything else but whimpering deliriously. Her legs immediately fall open to the other blonde and Brittany giggles. She runs a teasing finger along the apex of Quinn’s thigh, happy when the other girl bucks against her from just the simple feather touch against her skin. “You never tease me.”
Brittany says it like she’s disappointed and as she lightly tickles the skin along Quinn’s thighs, she realizes she’ll have to find words now.
“I…Britt, I just want you to feel good…,”
She’s silenced as Brittany begins to finger along her wet folds unbearably slow. Quinn bites her lip hard, whimpering, her hips moving, trying to gain more friction.
“I know, Q. I like to tease you, though. You get all wiggly,” Brittany almost sighs, bending over to press a kiss just below Quinn’s belly button. The new proximity of Brittany’s mouth to her dripping heat makes Quinn mewl in frustration, grabbing at the other girls hair and tugging, scolding.
“I’m not going to play with you anymore,” Quinn growls threateningly, at the same moment Brittany’s tongue darts out to sneak a taste. Brittany giggles.
“Yes you will, silly!” she pokes a finger quickly in and out of Quinn’s belly button before tying back her hair and readjusting herself between Quinn’s legs. Quinn’s hips cant forward again. “But I won’t tease you anymore. It isn’t nice.”
Brittany keeps to her promise and easily slips two fingers in to Quinn’s tight center, pumping in to her more aggressively than Quinn’s used to getting out of her. Not that she’s complaining, every one of Brittany’s thrusts met with a breathy oh as Quinn fists up her sheets. It only takes Brittany’s tongue to swirl around her clit and a second more before Quinn’s coming hard, crying Brittany’s name as an intense orgasm rolls through her. Brittany watches in quiet satisfaction, licking the heat off her fingers as Quinn cuddles her way in to Brittany’s lap, her naked body twitching. Brittany strokes her fingers lovingly down her bare back.
“Love you,” Brittany whispers automatically, needing to hear it, wriggling her way further underneath Quinn. “Love me back?”
Quinn’s heart aches. She grabs Brittany down in to another fierce kiss before pulling back to breathe against her lips.
“Love you back,” she promises.