Fic: Slushied
Title: Slushied
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1273
Spoilers: None really
Summary: Rachel gets slushied. Quinn helps.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue me.
A/N: For glee_kink_meme prompt: Rachel/Quinn. Inspired by another prompt - Rachel gets slushied, and Quinn decides to help her clean up. With her tongue.
When Quinn walked into the bathroom, she bit back a laugh. It really wasn’t funny, not since before she got hit by her first one. But-Rachel was just so adorable, and it was still instinctual. The singer was staring in the mirror over the sinks, fingers running through her hair to remove the chunks from the most recent slushy attack. It was the pout on her face that killed Quinn, though, and she walked over, catching the brown eyes in the mirror.
“Rough day?”
Rachel glared at her, but gave no other response as she grabbed a couple paper towels, wet them, and squeezed out her hair with them. Blue dye swirled around the sink in front of her and she sighed, shaking her head. She was used to it, but it was still frustrating. And cold. She shivered as she felt some of it slip between her shirt, dripping down her chest.
Quinn caught the motion, and she grinned. “Cold?” She moved closer, coming up behind Rachel predatorily. She pressed her front into Rachel’s back, and with one hand brushed the soggy, sticky brown locks off to the side. Quinn leaned in, lips near Rachel’s ear, hot breath causing Rachel to shudder again-for a different reason.
Rachel couldn’t break her eyes away from the hazel ones in the mirror, and she watched as a pale hand wrapped around her waist, sliding over her stomach possessively. She leaned back against Quinn, some of the tension eased by the warmth of the other girl. “A little,” she finally responded.
Quinn dropped her head to place a kiss at the base of Rachel’s neck. She let her tongue flick out, stealing some of the slushy from the tanned skin. “Mmm, blue raspberry.” She smirked at Rachel when the girl grabbed onto the counter in front of her, steadying herself. Quinn glanced over at the door to the bathroom. It was a calculated risk. School was over, but with extracurriculars you never really knew who would still be around. She looked back at Rachel and decided it was worth it. Quickly spinning the brunette to face her, she backed her up against the counter top, and lifted her up between the sinks. “Well, Ms. Berry. We’ll just have to do something about that.”
“Quinn, what are you-”
Quinn pressed a finger to Rachel’s lips, “Shh.” She gave her a reassuring smile, “We have to get you clean.”
Rachel looked at her like she was crazy, but she knew that when Quinn got these ideas, it was better to just roll with them. Rachel twisted, reaching behind to grab some of the paper towels and held them out to Quinn. Quinn just gave her another grin, ignoring the towels, and began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse.
“I thought I saw some drip down here,” Quinn said conversationally as her fingers brushed along Rachel’s now bare clavicle. She looked into chocolate colored eyes playfully, “That could be uncomfortable.” Her lips attached to Rachel’s throat, and she let her tongue drag a path down to the center of Rachel’s chest.
“Um, yeah,” Rachel said quietly. When had she lost her eloquence? She shook her head, trying to clear it, but a hand reached up to cup her through her bra. Rachel’s back arched in surprise, pressing her breast more fully into Quinn’s palm, and the blonde smiled triumphantly.
The mix of Rachel’s skin and blue raspberry slushy was a nice combination, Quinn decided, but she didn’t think she would ever be able to convince Rachel of that. Quinn was licking at the trail of drying slushy, and her tongue ran over the top of Rachel’s breast. Rachel squirmed on the counter. She hadn’t really been interested in this at first, but her body was rapidly heating, and betraying her normally logical brain. Quinn moved a bit closer, her hips pressing against the hard countertop, and Rachel allowed herself to be pulled flush against her.
Quinn’s tongue moved back up Rachel’s neck, biting an earlobe when she got to it. “I think I got it all,” she whispered as her arms circled the smaller girl, pressing them together tightly.
Rachel turned her face, quickly moving to kiss Quinn. Their lips met fiercely, all tongue and little control. Rachel was shocked to feel Quinn’s hand move swiftly under her skirt, pushing aside the thin scrap of cloth and entering her with sudden force. She wrapped her legs around Quinn’s waist, her loud moan echoing in the empty room. Quinn leaned in, nibbling on Rachel’s lip in a warning. “Shh,” she murmured. “You have to be quieter.” Rachel whimpered as two fingers became three, her hips bucking when Quinn’s thumb brushed her clit roughly.
“Please, Quinn.”
Quinn’s wrist was starting to cramp, but she thrust again, burying her fingers in the girl before her. “Please what, Rachel?”
Rachel’s hips were rocking against the hand between her legs, and she bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out. “Please don’t tease me.”
Quinn smirked. “You know,” she began, “I think I did miss some.” And Rachel whimpered pitifully when Quinn removed her hand without warning. But the blonde had dropped to her knees, pulling Rachel closer to the edge of the counter and ripping her underwear from her body before her head disappeared under her skirt, and a tongue slipped through wet folds.
Rachel gripped the countertop so hard her knuckles went white from the exertion. She tried to keep herself from rocking against Quinn’s face, but her tongue was doing such wonderful things to her. And then the fingers were back, three deep inside, stretching her and stroking her walls. Quinn’s tongue circled Rachel’s clit, and when she sucked on it gently, Rachel couldn’t contain the groan that ripped from her throat. She shook violently, her inner muscles clenching around Quinn’s fingers as if they were trying to hold her there. Quinn continued lapping at her clit until the shudders had eased.
The former Cheerio pulled back, sliding her fingers from their warm home and licking them clean. She looked up at Rachel, chest heaving, face flushed and the words slipped out unbidden, “You’re beautiful, Rachel.”
Their eyes met, and Quinn felt embarrassed. This was new, whatever it was, and she hadn’t allowed herself that kind of vulnerability before. She liked having the control, and letting Rachel know that she found her attractive did not help her maintain that power. But the lazy smile that lit up Rachel’s face was enough to make her forget those concerns and she got to her feet, fixing her slightly mussed dress. Averting her eyes, Quinn went to take a step back, but hands were on her hips, tugging her back.
“Rach,” her tone was warning, but Rachel didn’t pay attention, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
Rachel tapped their foreheads together carefully, and tenderly brushed the blonde tresses back behind Quinn’s ears. “Thank you for the help. I can’t say that it was the most efficient,” she looked around the room, “or the most hygienic, but it was certainly the most pleasurable option.” She grinned, pressing her lips against Quinn’s again chastely. Pressing Quinn back, she hopped off the counter, looking for her underwear and buttoning her shirt back up. She hummed happily when she found the missing panties, snatching them off the ground and tossing them in her purse. She glanced back at Quinn as she moved to exit. “Come on,” she waved at the door. “Aren’t you going to take me home now?”
Quinn rolled her eyes, not wanting to show her pleasure, but followed anyway. “If you insist.”
originally posted at rachel_quinn
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1273
Spoilers: None really
Summary: Rachel gets slushied. Quinn helps.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Please don’t sue me.
A/N: For glee_kink_meme prompt: Rachel/Quinn. Inspired by another prompt - Rachel gets slushied, and Quinn decides to help her clean up. With her tongue.
When Quinn walked into the bathroom, she bit back a laugh. It really wasn’t funny, not since before she got hit by her first one. But-Rachel was just so adorable, and it was still instinctual. The singer was staring in the mirror over the sinks, fingers running through her hair to remove the chunks from the most recent slushy attack. It was the pout on her face that killed Quinn, though, and she walked over, catching the brown eyes in the mirror.
“Rough day?”
Rachel glared at her, but gave no other response as she grabbed a couple paper towels, wet them, and squeezed out her hair with them. Blue dye swirled around the sink in front of her and she sighed, shaking her head. She was used to it, but it was still frustrating. And cold. She shivered as she felt some of it slip between her shirt, dripping down her chest.
Quinn caught the motion, and she grinned. “Cold?” She moved closer, coming up behind Rachel predatorily. She pressed her front into Rachel’s back, and with one hand brushed the soggy, sticky brown locks off to the side. Quinn leaned in, lips near Rachel’s ear, hot breath causing Rachel to shudder again-for a different reason.
Rachel couldn’t break her eyes away from the hazel ones in the mirror, and she watched as a pale hand wrapped around her waist, sliding over her stomach possessively. She leaned back against Quinn, some of the tension eased by the warmth of the other girl. “A little,” she finally responded.
Quinn dropped her head to place a kiss at the base of Rachel’s neck. She let her tongue flick out, stealing some of the slushy from the tanned skin. “Mmm, blue raspberry.” She smirked at Rachel when the girl grabbed onto the counter in front of her, steadying herself. Quinn glanced over at the door to the bathroom. It was a calculated risk. School was over, but with extracurriculars you never really knew who would still be around. She looked back at Rachel and decided it was worth it. Quickly spinning the brunette to face her, she backed her up against the counter top, and lifted her up between the sinks. “Well, Ms. Berry. We’ll just have to do something about that.”
“Quinn, what are you-”
Quinn pressed a finger to Rachel’s lips, “Shh.” She gave her a reassuring smile, “We have to get you clean.”
Rachel looked at her like she was crazy, but she knew that when Quinn got these ideas, it was better to just roll with them. Rachel twisted, reaching behind to grab some of the paper towels and held them out to Quinn. Quinn just gave her another grin, ignoring the towels, and began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse.
“I thought I saw some drip down here,” Quinn said conversationally as her fingers brushed along Rachel’s now bare clavicle. She looked into chocolate colored eyes playfully, “That could be uncomfortable.” Her lips attached to Rachel’s throat, and she let her tongue drag a path down to the center of Rachel’s chest.
“Um, yeah,” Rachel said quietly. When had she lost her eloquence? She shook her head, trying to clear it, but a hand reached up to cup her through her bra. Rachel’s back arched in surprise, pressing her breast more fully into Quinn’s palm, and the blonde smiled triumphantly.
The mix of Rachel’s skin and blue raspberry slushy was a nice combination, Quinn decided, but she didn’t think she would ever be able to convince Rachel of that. Quinn was licking at the trail of drying slushy, and her tongue ran over the top of Rachel’s breast. Rachel squirmed on the counter. She hadn’t really been interested in this at first, but her body was rapidly heating, and betraying her normally logical brain. Quinn moved a bit closer, her hips pressing against the hard countertop, and Rachel allowed herself to be pulled flush against her.
Quinn’s tongue moved back up Rachel’s neck, biting an earlobe when she got to it. “I think I got it all,” she whispered as her arms circled the smaller girl, pressing them together tightly.
Rachel turned her face, quickly moving to kiss Quinn. Their lips met fiercely, all tongue and little control. Rachel was shocked to feel Quinn’s hand move swiftly under her skirt, pushing aside the thin scrap of cloth and entering her with sudden force. She wrapped her legs around Quinn’s waist, her loud moan echoing in the empty room. Quinn leaned in, nibbling on Rachel’s lip in a warning. “Shh,” she murmured. “You have to be quieter.” Rachel whimpered as two fingers became three, her hips bucking when Quinn’s thumb brushed her clit roughly.
“Please, Quinn.”
Quinn’s wrist was starting to cramp, but she thrust again, burying her fingers in the girl before her. “Please what, Rachel?”
Rachel’s hips were rocking against the hand between her legs, and she bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out. “Please don’t tease me.”
Quinn smirked. “You know,” she began, “I think I did miss some.” And Rachel whimpered pitifully when Quinn removed her hand without warning. But the blonde had dropped to her knees, pulling Rachel closer to the edge of the counter and ripping her underwear from her body before her head disappeared under her skirt, and a tongue slipped through wet folds.
Rachel gripped the countertop so hard her knuckles went white from the exertion. She tried to keep herself from rocking against Quinn’s face, but her tongue was doing such wonderful things to her. And then the fingers were back, three deep inside, stretching her and stroking her walls. Quinn’s tongue circled Rachel’s clit, and when she sucked on it gently, Rachel couldn’t contain the groan that ripped from her throat. She shook violently, her inner muscles clenching around Quinn’s fingers as if they were trying to hold her there. Quinn continued lapping at her clit until the shudders had eased.
The former Cheerio pulled back, sliding her fingers from their warm home and licking them clean. She looked up at Rachel, chest heaving, face flushed and the words slipped out unbidden, “You’re beautiful, Rachel.”
Their eyes met, and Quinn felt embarrassed. This was new, whatever it was, and she hadn’t allowed herself that kind of vulnerability before. She liked having the control, and letting Rachel know that she found her attractive did not help her maintain that power. But the lazy smile that lit up Rachel’s face was enough to make her forget those concerns and she got to her feet, fixing her slightly mussed dress. Averting her eyes, Quinn went to take a step back, but hands were on her hips, tugging her back.
“Rach,” her tone was warning, but Rachel didn’t pay attention, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
Rachel tapped their foreheads together carefully, and tenderly brushed the blonde tresses back behind Quinn’s ears. “Thank you for the help. I can’t say that it was the most efficient,” she looked around the room, “or the most hygienic, but it was certainly the most pleasurable option.” She grinned, pressing her lips against Quinn’s again chastely. Pressing Quinn back, she hopped off the counter, looking for her underwear and buttoning her shirt back up. She hummed happily when she found the missing panties, snatching them off the ground and tossing them in her purse. She glanced back at Quinn as she moved to exit. “Come on,” she waved at the door. “Aren’t you going to take me home now?”
Quinn rolled her eyes, not wanting to show her pleasure, but followed anyway. “If you insist.”
originally posted at rachel_quinn