Fic: Game Night
Title: Game Night
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1546
Spoilers: None
Summary: Rachel and Quinn attend game night at Quinn’s sister’s house. With Brooke and Sam.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. Just playing with them.
A/N: So this is in the same universe as Why? and the following I Fear (I Have Nothing To Give). That said - IT IS ANGST FREE. Just a fluffy, ridiculous Popular crossover. Also, this is partly for metalphoenix because she got really excited that there might be a crossover and then I didn’t actually write that. Heh. And this started as PG fluff, but then… well Rachel and Quinn are just hot for each other all the time, I think. Plus, um.. I’m kinda drunk from a company Christmas party.
“Ooh! Triple word score!”
Quinn rolled her eyes. Her girlfriend was already winning by a lot, and she could see that the competitive girl was starting to wear on the others. She slid her hand under the table, surreptitiously letting her hand drag up Rachel’s inner thigh. Rachel shut up quickly. “That’s great, Rach.” She looked around the table. Her sister, Jen, seemed rather amused by the whole thing, but her husband, Mike, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Brooke, her older cousin, was looking at her own girlfriend with not a little bit of concern. Sam’s face was stony, and Quinn thought it might be good to switch gears. “Well, who’s up for a break? We’ve been-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because Brooke jumped in, offering her support for this idea.
“That sounds great. I’m getting a little stiff from sitting for so long, anyway.”
Sam didn’t make a sound, still staring at Rachel with thinly-veiled disgust. Rachel was oblivious, still focused on the hand teasing up to the edge of her skirt.
“Sounds good to me,” Jen said. “I want to start dinner, anyway.” She faced her husband, raising her brow, “Give me a hand, hun?”
He nodded, and followed her into the kitchen.
Quinn smiled. It felt good to be in a home where her family accepted her as she was. She and Rachel would be graduating in a couple of weeks, and she was looking forward to getting out of her parents’ house. They had come a long way over the previous two years, but they still did not accept Rachel, or their relationship. She looked at Brooke, who was still trying to get Sam to look at her, but the other brunette was just sitting there with her arms crossed. Quinn tried not to laugh. She’d only seen Rachel lose a game once. Once in the last two years. And it was not pretty. She didn’t envy Brooke at that moment. She had a feeling that Sam was probably going to be in a bad mood the rest of the night, if she wasn’t too off base. Still trailing her fingers mindlessly, she squeezed Rachel’s leg, drawing a quiet gasp from the girl. She looked at Rachel innocently. “Feel like taking a walk? It’s gorgeous out tonight.”
Rachel’s eyes widened, just a little, but she nodded. “I like walks,” she said, kind of dazedly.
Quinn grabbed Rachel’s hand and, tossing a sympathetic look at her cousin, headed out the back door.
Brooke looked after them, wondering what had made Rachel go silent-she hadn’t stopped talking all evening. She sighed quietly once they were alone, “Sammy?” She reached out, tracing the shell of Sam’s ear with a fingertip.
Sam seemed to soften. “Hmm?” She looked at Brooke, her mouth quirking up on one side.
Brooke murmured softly, “You okay?” Suddenly Sam’s eyes were dancing with what Brooke recognized immediately as mischief. She felt her stomach flip, knowing that it probably didn’t bode well for her.
“I’m fine,” Sam grinned now, biting her lower lip to suppress it a little. The journalist looked around the room quickly, eyes darting to the doorway Jen and Mike had disappeared through. She stood up, grabbing Brooke’s hand and tugging her out of the living room and around to the bathroom off the main hallway.
“What are you? Mmf-Sam!” Brooke was surprised by the sudden press of lips to her own, and pushed Sam back, just a little.
“What?” Sam looked at her, eyes wide.
“We’re not in high school. We don’t have to sneak around to make out. We haven’t for a while.”
Sam smiled, ducking her head sheepishly, “Well, they make me miss it a little. They’re like… mini-us! Except, well, I was definitely not as annoying as Rachel is.”
Brooke arched an eyebrow, deadpanning, “Uh huh. Are you sure you’re not just cranky because she won at scrabble?”
“HEY. She was ruthless! And you know words are my life,” Sam pouted pathetically. “I still think she cheated.”
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Sam obliged, several minutes passing before Brooke broke the silence.
“I still have my Glamazon uniform somewhere at Mom and Dad’s, you know.” Brooke smiled and kissed Sam chastely.
Sam groaned.
Brooke tilted her head, “What?”
“I’m just wondering how much it would cost to change our flights. We’re here for another week where we can’t go get it.”
Brooke let out a quiet laugh, “Does it matter if it’s a Glamazon one? I’m sure Jen has an old one laying around.”
Sam bit back a retort about cheerleaders keeping their uniforms, thinking better of it. Instead her brain went to Brooke in a cheerleading uniform and she went with a simple, “Guh.”
“Did you just say guh?”
Sam quieted her question with her lips.
The air was crisp, maybe a little cool for May, but it was clear, and Quinn loved nights like that. It was just past dusk. They were eating a little later than usual because Rachel said they couldn’t just end a game. They had made a commitment to see it through to the end, according to the singer. Rachel and Quinn walked to the park that was a couple blocks from her sister’s house, Rachel practically pulling the other girl. “What’s the rush, babe?”
Rachel didn’t stop to respond, still tugging Quinn to the gazebo in the center of the park.
Quinn grinned, she knew that she had been mean to tease the other girl at the table, but she really didn’t know any other way to make Rachel stop gloating when she was winning. She managed to clear the smile from her face when Rachel pushed her onto the bench.
Rachel quickly straddled Quinn, head dipping to bring her mouth to Quinn’s. She kissed her gently, belying her intentions. Her tongue moved of its own volition, pressing into Quinn’s mouth smoothly, drawing a quiet moan from the blonde. She leaned back a little, “Would you care to finish what you started?”
Quinn’s hazel eyes widened and she teased, “I don’t know what you mean.”
Rachel’s hand found Quinn’s, pulling it between her legs and up against her soaked underwear. “I think you do,” she breathed into Quinn’s ear hotly.
Quinn bit back a moan. “Rachel Berry, are you propositioning me?”
“Quinn,” Rachel’s voice took on a warning tone.
“In public?”
Rachel felt she had been patient for long enough. She let her other hand move down, pulling her underwear aside and pressing Quinn’s fingers where she needed them. Her head fell forward, dropping onto Quinn’s shoulder as she focused on her breathing. Quinn didn’t need more instruction, quickly pushing into Rachel with two fingers. Rachel’s now free hands moved behind Quinn to grip the banister, steadying herself. “Quinn,” she moaned into the other girl’s neck. Her breath came in quick, short bursts as her hips rocked, riding Quinn’s fingers. She whimpered as Quinn’s thumb circled her clit, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. She felt her inner muscles tensing, clenching around Quinn’s fingers, and she shook as she came hard. When she felt her breath coming more steadily, she pulled her head off Quinn’s shoulder, looking at her girlfriend.
Quinn smiled, “You always need your victory sex, don’t you?”
Rachel gave her a weak chuckle, kissing Quinn tenderly. “Thank you.”
“Ha. Like I had a choice,” Quinn kissed her back happily.
They started walking back to the house once Rachel’s legs were steady enough. Rachel leaned against Quinn the whole way back, snuggling her head into Quinn’s neck. They headed for the bathroom to clean up a little when they snuck in the front door. As they walked down the hallways, Brooke and Sam stumbled out of the bathroom. Rachel looked from the two older girls, to Quinn, and back again.
Sam, adjusting her sweater, just stared at the younger brunette. “You were gone a while,” she smirked.
Brooke burst into giggles as she pulled Sam away.
“Were they…?” Rachel trailed off.
Quinn laughed, “Do you blame them?”
“But they’re old,” Rachel said, in awe.
Quinn tugged her into the bathroom, “They’re not old. I sure as hell hope we don’t stop by the time we’re their age.”
Rachel grinned, “I won’t if you won’t.”
“Care to make good on that promise now?” Quinn tugged on the bottom of Rachel’s blouse.
“Here?”
“No, let’s go back outside to the gazebo where anyone can see us.”
“I see what you’re saying.”
When they emerged from the bathroom, dinner was nearly ready. Brooke and Sam sat at the table, and the journalist raised an eyebrow in the younger girls’ direction as they entered. “Have fun?” Rachel and Quinn blushed, so Sam continued, “On your walk, I mean.” She gave them a bright grin when the two girls nodded quietly.
Jen looked back and forth between the two sets of girls, wondering why they all seemed so happy. Things weren’t as tense as she had assumed they’d be after the massacre they’d all endured in Scrabble. She figured it couldn’t hurt, and asked happily, “After dinner, who’s up for another game?”
Everyone turned to meet her eyes, four of them quickly shouting, “No!”
Rachel pouted.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1546
Spoilers: None
Summary: Rachel and Quinn attend game night at Quinn’s sister’s house. With Brooke and Sam.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. Just playing with them.
A/N: So this is in the same universe as Why? and the following I Fear (I Have Nothing To Give). That said - IT IS ANGST FREE. Just a fluffy, ridiculous Popular crossover. Also, this is partly for metalphoenix because she got really excited that there might be a crossover and then I didn’t actually write that. Heh. And this started as PG fluff, but then… well Rachel and Quinn are just hot for each other all the time, I think. Plus, um.. I’m kinda drunk from a company Christmas party.
“Ooh! Triple word score!”
Quinn rolled her eyes. Her girlfriend was already winning by a lot, and she could see that the competitive girl was starting to wear on the others. She slid her hand under the table, surreptitiously letting her hand drag up Rachel’s inner thigh. Rachel shut up quickly. “That’s great, Rach.” She looked around the table. Her sister, Jen, seemed rather amused by the whole thing, but her husband, Mike, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Brooke, her older cousin, was looking at her own girlfriend with not a little bit of concern. Sam’s face was stony, and Quinn thought it might be good to switch gears. “Well, who’s up for a break? We’ve been-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because Brooke jumped in, offering her support for this idea.
“That sounds great. I’m getting a little stiff from sitting for so long, anyway.”
Sam didn’t make a sound, still staring at Rachel with thinly-veiled disgust. Rachel was oblivious, still focused on the hand teasing up to the edge of her skirt.
“Sounds good to me,” Jen said. “I want to start dinner, anyway.” She faced her husband, raising her brow, “Give me a hand, hun?”
He nodded, and followed her into the kitchen.
Quinn smiled. It felt good to be in a home where her family accepted her as she was. She and Rachel would be graduating in a couple of weeks, and she was looking forward to getting out of her parents’ house. They had come a long way over the previous two years, but they still did not accept Rachel, or their relationship. She looked at Brooke, who was still trying to get Sam to look at her, but the other brunette was just sitting there with her arms crossed. Quinn tried not to laugh. She’d only seen Rachel lose a game once. Once in the last two years. And it was not pretty. She didn’t envy Brooke at that moment. She had a feeling that Sam was probably going to be in a bad mood the rest of the night, if she wasn’t too off base. Still trailing her fingers mindlessly, she squeezed Rachel’s leg, drawing a quiet gasp from the girl. She looked at Rachel innocently. “Feel like taking a walk? It’s gorgeous out tonight.”
Rachel’s eyes widened, just a little, but she nodded. “I like walks,” she said, kind of dazedly.
Quinn grabbed Rachel’s hand and, tossing a sympathetic look at her cousin, headed out the back door.
Brooke looked after them, wondering what had made Rachel go silent-she hadn’t stopped talking all evening. She sighed quietly once they were alone, “Sammy?” She reached out, tracing the shell of Sam’s ear with a fingertip.
Sam seemed to soften. “Hmm?” She looked at Brooke, her mouth quirking up on one side.
Brooke murmured softly, “You okay?” Suddenly Sam’s eyes were dancing with what Brooke recognized immediately as mischief. She felt her stomach flip, knowing that it probably didn’t bode well for her.
“I’m fine,” Sam grinned now, biting her lower lip to suppress it a little. The journalist looked around the room quickly, eyes darting to the doorway Jen and Mike had disappeared through. She stood up, grabbing Brooke’s hand and tugging her out of the living room and around to the bathroom off the main hallway.
“What are you? Mmf-Sam!” Brooke was surprised by the sudden press of lips to her own, and pushed Sam back, just a little.
“What?” Sam looked at her, eyes wide.
“We’re not in high school. We don’t have to sneak around to make out. We haven’t for a while.”
Sam smiled, ducking her head sheepishly, “Well, they make me miss it a little. They’re like… mini-us! Except, well, I was definitely not as annoying as Rachel is.”
Brooke arched an eyebrow, deadpanning, “Uh huh. Are you sure you’re not just cranky because she won at scrabble?”
“HEY. She was ruthless! And you know words are my life,” Sam pouted pathetically. “I still think she cheated.”
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Sam obliged, several minutes passing before Brooke broke the silence.
“I still have my Glamazon uniform somewhere at Mom and Dad’s, you know.” Brooke smiled and kissed Sam chastely.
Sam groaned.
Brooke tilted her head, “What?”
“I’m just wondering how much it would cost to change our flights. We’re here for another week where we can’t go get it.”
Brooke let out a quiet laugh, “Does it matter if it’s a Glamazon one? I’m sure Jen has an old one laying around.”
Sam bit back a retort about cheerleaders keeping their uniforms, thinking better of it. Instead her brain went to Brooke in a cheerleading uniform and she went with a simple, “Guh.”
“Did you just say guh?”
Sam quieted her question with her lips.
The air was crisp, maybe a little cool for May, but it was clear, and Quinn loved nights like that. It was just past dusk. They were eating a little later than usual because Rachel said they couldn’t just end a game. They had made a commitment to see it through to the end, according to the singer. Rachel and Quinn walked to the park that was a couple blocks from her sister’s house, Rachel practically pulling the other girl. “What’s the rush, babe?”
Rachel didn’t stop to respond, still tugging Quinn to the gazebo in the center of the park.
Quinn grinned, she knew that she had been mean to tease the other girl at the table, but she really didn’t know any other way to make Rachel stop gloating when she was winning. She managed to clear the smile from her face when Rachel pushed her onto the bench.
Rachel quickly straddled Quinn, head dipping to bring her mouth to Quinn’s. She kissed her gently, belying her intentions. Her tongue moved of its own volition, pressing into Quinn’s mouth smoothly, drawing a quiet moan from the blonde. She leaned back a little, “Would you care to finish what you started?”
Quinn’s hazel eyes widened and she teased, “I don’t know what you mean.”
Rachel’s hand found Quinn’s, pulling it between her legs and up against her soaked underwear. “I think you do,” she breathed into Quinn’s ear hotly.
Quinn bit back a moan. “Rachel Berry, are you propositioning me?”
“Quinn,” Rachel’s voice took on a warning tone.
“In public?”
Rachel felt she had been patient for long enough. She let her other hand move down, pulling her underwear aside and pressing Quinn’s fingers where she needed them. Her head fell forward, dropping onto Quinn’s shoulder as she focused on her breathing. Quinn didn’t need more instruction, quickly pushing into Rachel with two fingers. Rachel’s now free hands moved behind Quinn to grip the banister, steadying herself. “Quinn,” she moaned into the other girl’s neck. Her breath came in quick, short bursts as her hips rocked, riding Quinn’s fingers. She whimpered as Quinn’s thumb circled her clit, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. She felt her inner muscles tensing, clenching around Quinn’s fingers, and she shook as she came hard. When she felt her breath coming more steadily, she pulled her head off Quinn’s shoulder, looking at her girlfriend.
Quinn smiled, “You always need your victory sex, don’t you?”
Rachel gave her a weak chuckle, kissing Quinn tenderly. “Thank you.”
“Ha. Like I had a choice,” Quinn kissed her back happily.
They started walking back to the house once Rachel’s legs were steady enough. Rachel leaned against Quinn the whole way back, snuggling her head into Quinn’s neck. They headed for the bathroom to clean up a little when they snuck in the front door. As they walked down the hallways, Brooke and Sam stumbled out of the bathroom. Rachel looked from the two older girls, to Quinn, and back again.
Sam, adjusting her sweater, just stared at the younger brunette. “You were gone a while,” she smirked.
Brooke burst into giggles as she pulled Sam away.
“Were they…?” Rachel trailed off.
Quinn laughed, “Do you blame them?”
“But they’re old,” Rachel said, in awe.
Quinn tugged her into the bathroom, “They’re not old. I sure as hell hope we don’t stop by the time we’re their age.”
Rachel grinned, “I won’t if you won’t.”
“Care to make good on that promise now?” Quinn tugged on the bottom of Rachel’s blouse.
“Here?”
“No, let’s go back outside to the gazebo where anyone can see us.”
“I see what you’re saying.”
When they emerged from the bathroom, dinner was nearly ready. Brooke and Sam sat at the table, and the journalist raised an eyebrow in the younger girls’ direction as they entered. “Have fun?” Rachel and Quinn blushed, so Sam continued, “On your walk, I mean.” She gave them a bright grin when the two girls nodded quietly.
Jen looked back and forth between the two sets of girls, wondering why they all seemed so happy. Things weren’t as tense as she had assumed they’d be after the massacre they’d all endured in Scrabble. She figured it couldn’t hurt, and asked happily, “After dinner, who’s up for another game?”
Everyone turned to meet her eyes, four of them quickly shouting, “No!”
Rachel pouted.