Fic: Get Up On This
Title: Get Up On This
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 907
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn lets Rachel know what she thinks of their performance.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Don’t sue me, please.
A/N: After writing a lot of angst I felt like writing something porny fluffy.
Jacob Ben Israel’s squeal of joy was enough to break her out of her shock, and Quinn rushed from the auditorium. The Gleeks were not far behind her, and she waited around the corner while she heard them talking excitedly of their performance. Pressing herself against the cool tiles of the hallway, she tried to calm her traitorous body.
“I told you that song would work,” Mercedes laughed.
Rachel’s voice broke through, “I was the one who picked the song, Mercedes.”
“Whatever.”
Quinn was done waiting. She rounded the corner, and watched as Finn’s eyes widened in alarm. “Quinn,” he said and she could hear the fear in his voice. “Hi.”
She ignored him, walking directly to the current bane of her existence. “You,” she grabbed Rachel by the suspenders and pulled her away from the group.
The majority of the Gleeks were unable to form words as Rachel was tugged away from them, but Finn interjected, “Quinn, let go of her. We aren’t-”
Quinn gave him a withering look while she was still pulling Rachel away and he shut up.
Rachel squirmed, grabbing Quinn’s hands and pulling them off her suspenders. “Let go of me!”
Once they were back around the corner, Quinn turned to face her, “Follow me, then.”
Rachel, not really sure whether that was a good idea or not, nevertheless followed. She was a little surprised no one had stopped Quinn. When they reached the locker rooms, Quinn led them into the separate dressing room for the Cheerios, locking the door behind them.
When she turned to face Rachel, she saw the grin on the other girl’s face. She nearly growled, and she moved quickly to rip the suspenders off the singer’s shoulders. “You think it’s funny?” She captured Rachel’s lips in a searing kiss, a hand moving between them to grope a breast still encased in the tight blue shirt. Rachel groaned into her mouth as Quinn pinched her nipple hard. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Quinn continued, “Was that show for me?”
Rachel didn’t speak, just moaned when Quinn tilted her head down and bit a nipple through her shirt. “Quinn,” she gasped.
“I didn’t find it very funny,” Quinn whispered as she quickly stripped Rachel’s top and pulled down the black shorts beneath her denim skirt. “Especially this outfit,” she attached her lips to Rachel’s neck, at the same time releasing the brown locks from their pigtails. “It’s not funny to make me sit there and watch you practically fuck my boyfriend in front of the whole school.” She moved them to the only bench in the room that was hidden from the long window on the door, and stretched Rachel out on it.
Rachel whimpered when Quinn’s hand quickly moved under her skirt, entering her with no pretense. Long, deep strokes made her hips rock wantonly, and she couldn’t stop the moans from leaving her mouth.
Quinn grinned now, “You know I don’t like to share.” She bit Rachel’s lip teasingly, leaning over her as her fingers pumped into the smaller girl. Rachel couldn’t even kiss back, her back arched against the cheerleader and she cried out Quinn’s name once more.
“That’s right,” Quinn crooned into her ear. “You’ll only say my name like that, Rachel.” She pressed her thumb to Rachel’s clit once, then pulled her fingers from their warm home. Rachel whined in protest, and Quinn smiled gently, “Did you hear me?”
Rachel nodded quickly, “Yes, Quinn,” she pleaded with her eyes. “Please.”
Quinn kissed the brunette, smiling into the kiss when Rachel’s hips canted up, seeking contact. “Please what, Rachel?”
“Please, touch me.”
The words had barely left her mouth before Quinn had slipped back into her, three fingers pushing deep and curling as they pulled out. “Oh god, Quinn!” Quinn felt the need to reward her girl for remembering, and she slid down her body, bunching the skirt up over Rachel’s hips.
Quinn’s tongue swirled around Rachel’s clit, and she moaned when Rachel’s hips lifted off the bench, pulling her deeper. The combination of the vibration of Quinn’s moan and the fingers pumping into her was enough to send Rachel over the edge, moaning incoherent words as Quinn sucked her clit greedily, drawing out her orgasm.
When the cheerleader pulled her fingers out of Rachel, the brunette whimpered at the loss. Quinn moved back up her body, kissing across the soft, flat expanse of stomach as Rachel’s body continued twitching slightly. Quinn slid off the bench onto the soft carpet (Sue only had the best for her girls) and she pulled Rachel down with her, allowing her to nuzzle into her neck.
Still trembling, Rachel kissed Quinn’s neck softly. “I told you that you wouldn’t want to miss the assembly.”
Quinn giggled, much to her horror, and pinched Rachel’s ass in retaliation.
Rachel squirmed and let out a yelp. “And you said that my skirt was hideous and granny-like,” Her grin was evident in her voice. “You wanted to fuck a granny.” Rachel’s hand snaked under Quinn’s uniform top, splaying over the cheerleader’s taut stomach, and she smirked when she felt the blonde shiver as she teased the underside of her breasts.
Unable to formulate a response to that, Quinn scowled, snapping, “Whatever, Rachel.” She twisted her neck to look at smaller girl, “Now I thought you could show me how you like to work up that sweat at night.”
“Get up on this.”
originally posted at rachel_quinn
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 907
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn lets Rachel know what she thinks of their performance.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Don’t sue me, please.
A/N: After writing a lot of angst I felt like writing something porny fluffy.
Jacob Ben Israel’s squeal of joy was enough to break her out of her shock, and Quinn rushed from the auditorium. The Gleeks were not far behind her, and she waited around the corner while she heard them talking excitedly of their performance. Pressing herself against the cool tiles of the hallway, she tried to calm her traitorous body.
“I told you that song would work,” Mercedes laughed.
Rachel’s voice broke through, “I was the one who picked the song, Mercedes.”
“Whatever.”
Quinn was done waiting. She rounded the corner, and watched as Finn’s eyes widened in alarm. “Quinn,” he said and she could hear the fear in his voice. “Hi.”
She ignored him, walking directly to the current bane of her existence. “You,” she grabbed Rachel by the suspenders and pulled her away from the group.
The majority of the Gleeks were unable to form words as Rachel was tugged away from them, but Finn interjected, “Quinn, let go of her. We aren’t-”
Quinn gave him a withering look while she was still pulling Rachel away and he shut up.
Rachel squirmed, grabbing Quinn’s hands and pulling them off her suspenders. “Let go of me!”
Once they were back around the corner, Quinn turned to face her, “Follow me, then.”
Rachel, not really sure whether that was a good idea or not, nevertheless followed. She was a little surprised no one had stopped Quinn. When they reached the locker rooms, Quinn led them into the separate dressing room for the Cheerios, locking the door behind them.
When she turned to face Rachel, she saw the grin on the other girl’s face. She nearly growled, and she moved quickly to rip the suspenders off the singer’s shoulders. “You think it’s funny?” She captured Rachel’s lips in a searing kiss, a hand moving between them to grope a breast still encased in the tight blue shirt. Rachel groaned into her mouth as Quinn pinched her nipple hard. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Quinn continued, “Was that show for me?”
Rachel didn’t speak, just moaned when Quinn tilted her head down and bit a nipple through her shirt. “Quinn,” she gasped.
“I didn’t find it very funny,” Quinn whispered as she quickly stripped Rachel’s top and pulled down the black shorts beneath her denim skirt. “Especially this outfit,” she attached her lips to Rachel’s neck, at the same time releasing the brown locks from their pigtails. “It’s not funny to make me sit there and watch you practically fuck my boyfriend in front of the whole school.” She moved them to the only bench in the room that was hidden from the long window on the door, and stretched Rachel out on it.
Rachel whimpered when Quinn’s hand quickly moved under her skirt, entering her with no pretense. Long, deep strokes made her hips rock wantonly, and she couldn’t stop the moans from leaving her mouth.
Quinn grinned now, “You know I don’t like to share.” She bit Rachel’s lip teasingly, leaning over her as her fingers pumped into the smaller girl. Rachel couldn’t even kiss back, her back arched against the cheerleader and she cried out Quinn’s name once more.
“That’s right,” Quinn crooned into her ear. “You’ll only say my name like that, Rachel.” She pressed her thumb to Rachel’s clit once, then pulled her fingers from their warm home. Rachel whined in protest, and Quinn smiled gently, “Did you hear me?”
Rachel nodded quickly, “Yes, Quinn,” she pleaded with her eyes. “Please.”
Quinn kissed the brunette, smiling into the kiss when Rachel’s hips canted up, seeking contact. “Please what, Rachel?”
“Please, touch me.”
The words had barely left her mouth before Quinn had slipped back into her, three fingers pushing deep and curling as they pulled out. “Oh god, Quinn!” Quinn felt the need to reward her girl for remembering, and she slid down her body, bunching the skirt up over Rachel’s hips.
Quinn’s tongue swirled around Rachel’s clit, and she moaned when Rachel’s hips lifted off the bench, pulling her deeper. The combination of the vibration of Quinn’s moan and the fingers pumping into her was enough to send Rachel over the edge, moaning incoherent words as Quinn sucked her clit greedily, drawing out her orgasm.
When the cheerleader pulled her fingers out of Rachel, the brunette whimpered at the loss. Quinn moved back up her body, kissing across the soft, flat expanse of stomach as Rachel’s body continued twitching slightly. Quinn slid off the bench onto the soft carpet (Sue only had the best for her girls) and she pulled Rachel down with her, allowing her to nuzzle into her neck.
Still trembling, Rachel kissed Quinn’s neck softly. “I told you that you wouldn’t want to miss the assembly.”
Quinn giggled, much to her horror, and pinched Rachel’s ass in retaliation.
Rachel squirmed and let out a yelp. “And you said that my skirt was hideous and granny-like,” Her grin was evident in her voice. “You wanted to fuck a granny.” Rachel’s hand snaked under Quinn’s uniform top, splaying over the cheerleader’s taut stomach, and she smirked when she felt the blonde shiver as she teased the underside of her breasts.
Unable to formulate a response to that, Quinn scowled, snapping, “Whatever, Rachel.” She twisted her neck to look at smaller girl, “Now I thought you could show me how you like to work up that sweat at night.”
“Get up on this.”
originally posted at rachel_quinn