Serenade (In the Mood for a Melody: Part Three)
Title: Serenade (In the Mood for a Melody: Part Three)
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC-17, angst (then sex!)
Length: 6700
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: This time, Quinn ran out. So, what does Rachel need to do to get her to stick around?
Notes: This is part three of the future!fic In the Mood for a Melody series. This was supposed to be a three part series, but it's actually four because part three ran super long. Also, this is kind of the gamechanger. That means this is the part with the porn in it. Crap, maybe I just gave away too much. But, we did angsty porn before, so, you really have no idea what's going to happen. Do you? DO YOU?
If you enjoy a multimedia experience, the songs featured in this fic are Feelin' the Same Way, Criminal, Love Song, and Good Enough.
Never Gonna Quit You Over Time
Prologue
Gravity
Breathe
It had been three days since that night. After the first full twenty-four hours passed, a message appeared in Quinn's Facebook inbox. She still hadn't checked it, so it just sat there, leaving that stupid little number one at the top of the page, every time she signed in. When she looked at the received messages page, she could see that the first line read, "Quinn, I'm so sorry, please let me" and then it cut off.
Please let you what? Explain? Apologize? Invite me to join the cult of Quinn?
She knew that was harsh. And really, Rachel wasn't doing anything Quinn hadn't. Still. It freaked her out.
Tonight she was working downstairs at the Duplex, a tiny venue in the Village. It was her regular night, and she knew there was a good chance Rachel might decide to show up. She might even bring her army of Quinn clones with her.
Whatever. She still had singing to do.
The sun just slipped its note below my door / And I can't hide beneath my sheets / I've read the words before so now I know / Time has come again for me
It was a weeknight, so the place wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty. Granted, the space wasn't that big, so there was a fine line between packed and empty. Quinn smiled at an older gay couple who sat at a small table close to the piano.
And I'm feelin' the same way all over again / Feelin' the same way all over again / Singin' the same lines all over again / No matter how much I pretend
New York City was a large, people packed place. But the community of local bar singers, at least the regulars were were serious about it, was small. It really was strange that Rachel and Quinn took this long to run into each other. But Rachel used that smallness to her advantage, and found out where Quinn was working next.
She didn't dress up for this, no. It would be insulting at this point to think some skin would make it right. No, Rachel knew better then that. She wore jeans and a long black tank top, but it was chilly, so she threw on a scarf with a thick black jacket. Her hair was loose and natural, with a little wave to it. Not too done up, just... Rachel. She moved into the small venue and her eyes went right to the piano in the corner.
Quinn. Was there. And for the first time in days, Rachel was able to breath. She moved about halfway to the piano before taking a seat at the bar, turned with her body facing out. She was clearly nervous.
So many times I've wondered where I've gone / And how I found my way back in / I look around awhile for something lost / maybe I'll find it in the end
Despite the tiny size of the place, Quinn somehow managed to not catch Rachel when she entered. It wasn't until she was almost finished with the song that she spotted the brunette at the bar.
Feelin' the same way all over again / Singin' the same lines all over again / No matter how much I pretend
Once the final words were out, she nodded at Sandy, the bartender, that she wanted another drink. Meanwhile, she spoke to the room. "How is everyone tonight? Good?" A couple of her regulars cheered. "Yeah, well, that's what I get for working weeknights." Sandy delivered the drink to the piano. "Thanks, Sandy. Everyone sat hi to Sandy."
Rachel just watched her at first. She needed to figure out how to proceed from here. She chewed her lower lip, her eyes never leaving the blonde. She was aware she was staring, but most everyone in the room had their eyes on the singer. She could talk to her? No. She doubted Quinn would talk to her. And she was working.
She was working. At a piano bar. Which meant, she had to play. She had to play whatever the customers of this bar wanted. Rachel was a customer. Well, she was as she quickly turned around and ordered a beer. She didn't want to get drunk, but she wasn't going to be that person either.
Now Rachel Berry had a plan.
Quinn kept watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye. She could tell she was up to something, but she wasn't sure what, exactly. A regular came up to the piano to put their name on the list. Once they were done jotting down what song they wanted, the blonde picked up the clipboard and called out the next person. It was a first timer singing a selection from Wicked. Something about subjecting Rachel Berry to amateur attempts at her favorite showtunes made Quinn feel a little bit better in the moment.
Rachel didn't even hear the bastardized version of Defying Gravity, which was good, because she might have cried had she been listening to it. She counted three people having signed up. Perfect. She slid off her stool and moved to the piano. She didn't even look at Quinn as she jotted down "Rachel Berry - Love Song by Sara Bareilles." She moved back to her seat and waited.
"All right everyone, let's give Teddy a round of applause. It takes a lot of guts to come up here the first time. After that, it just means you're a masochist." A few people laughed. Quinn read off the next name, her eyes scanning down to see what Rachel had written. Crap, she was going to sound fantastic singing that.
Through the next couple patrons, Quinn was present with the music, but her mind wandered. She was going to have to talk to Rachel eventually, right? Unless she found a way to sneak out. Yes, she could create a diversion and slip away.
Only, she couldn't run from Rachel forever. And this was stupid, because she'd spent, like, ten years hoping for something like this. Maybe that was why she was so upset. Because felt stupid about it. Like, really dumb. Dumb enough to go home that night to find Puck waiting at her door and then decide it was a good time to revisit old habits.
Except he wouldn't sleep with her. Instead, after making out for about nine minutes, he pulled away and said, "We can't do this." When Quinn asked why not, he said, "One, you're really gay and in love with Rachel. And, two, you're really gay and in love with Rachel." And then he excused himself to the bathroom for another nine minutes. After that, he spent the night in her bed, holding her close while she rambled on about stupid blondes in shirts that weren't even theirs to wear and some other stuff that Quinn didn't even real remember now. She mostly just recalled how pissed off she was.
Somehow, like she'd been in a trance, the blonde checked the clip board to see that the next name was Rachel's. Shit. Quinn quickly thought of a way to stall.
"Before we move on to the next singer, let's do a number from the request bucket!" She reached over to the small plastic bucket that sat on top of the piano, right next to the tip jar, and pulled out a slip of paper. Eager to prolong the wait before Rachel's song, Quinn jumped right into the request without thinking about it.
I've been a bad bad girl / I've been careless with a delicate man / And it's a sad sad world /
When a girl will break a boy / Just because she can
The blonde suddenly realized that this was a really bad song to have to sing in front of Rachel, given the circumstances.
Don't you tell me to deny it / I've done wrong and I want to / Suffer for my sins / I've come to you 'cause I need / Guidance to be true / And I just don't know where I can begin
Rachel's first thought when Quinn went to the bucket was that she was stalling. Which kinda pissed Rachel off. Then she heard what song Quinn was playing and she frowned. Was that really the request? Was she really playing that song right now? With her there? God. Maybe there was no chance. Maybe Quinn really couldn't forgive her. Or was she... sorry? Rachel wasn't sure how to take it.
When Quinn got to the chorus, a table in the back started singing along, rather loudly. That was usually a good sign of who made the request. Which meant that Rachel hadn't magically teleported over and dropped the slip in when the blonde wasn't looking.
What I need is a good defense / 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal / And I need to redeemed / To the one I've sinned against / Because he's all I ever knew of love
Rachel glanced back at the table singing, then turned her eyes back to Quinn. If she would only listen to her, they wouldn't have to do this. Neither of them would have to feel like this, because Rachel could see how uncomfortable Quinn looked. She could hear it in her normally perfect voice (Perfect? Where did that come from, Rachel?).
Quinn just shut her eyes and continued with the song. She could quite literally play it with them closed, because this was one of those angry piano chick songs she pounded out on bad days in high school.
Let me know the way / Before there's hell to pay / Give me room to lay the law and let me go / I've got to make a play / To make my lover stay / So what would an angel say / The devil wants to know
It was finally just too much, too close to home, so she said, "You guys know this, let's hear it!" The audience gladly chimed in with the final chorus.
Rachel didn't sing with the rest of the bar, and it wasn't because she didn't know the song. She did, every word. But she couldn't, she just couldn't sing it with Quinn. It hurt to much. It was too raw. Still. Rachel closed her eyes and all she could see for a moment was blonde hair trailing behind Quinn as she ran away.
"You all sound awesome! Now, knock it off or I'll be out of a job." The patrons laughed. Quinn picked the clipboard back up, as if she needed to read it to know who was next. But there was no use procrastinating. She just needed to get this over with. "Looks like we have another first timer, folks. Rachel Berry?" Quinn acted as if she was looking around for someone to respond so she could recognize them. Absently, she drew a little star right after the "Berry".
Rachel moved up there and picked up the mic. "Hello, I'm Rachel. This is my first time singing here, so please be gentle." Only then she did let herself look at Quinn and give her a nod to cue up the music. She bobbed her head to the piano into, then started.
Head under water / And you tell me to breathe easy for a while / The breathing gets harder, even I know that / Made room for me but it's too soon to see / If I'm happy in your hands
Rachel turned away from the crowd, probably for the first time in her entire life, her back was to the room. She was not singing to them. She didn't care about them. She was singing to one person. Her dark eyes bore into the blonde, and she put down the mic. She didn't need it. As soon as she'd turned to sing to Quinn, the entire room had fallen silent. Really, it fell silent the moment Rachel first started singing. Now, they were invested.
I'm unusually hard to hold on to / Blank stares at blank pages / No easy way to say this / You mean well, but you make this hard on me / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see
Rachel's voice filled the bar fully, but with her eyes on Quinn and her back to the crowd, it could have just been the two of them.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's / Make or break in this / If you're on your way / I'm not gonna write you to stay / If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better / Reason to write you a love song today
Normally, Quinn would not just jump in on someone else's song. This, however, was not a normal singing situation. And, Rachel was clearly trying to make a point. So, she figured it was only fair to take the next verse. She shoved the piano mic away, so it was just the two of them.
I learned the hard way / That they all say things you want to hear / And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you
It was weird the way music just... worked. That it made her feel better. Still she was pissed off at Rachel, even if they were doing that... thing... where they sounded really good together.
Your twisted words / Your help just hurts / You are not what I thought you were / Hello to high and dry
Hazel eyes were still fixed on brown ones. Quinn dug deep to emote as much as she could.
Convinced me to please you / Made me think that I need this too / I'm trying to let you hear me as I am
Rachel took a step closer, her eyes pleading with Quinn's. Please, hear me. I'm trying. I'm telling you everything right now. Please. Hear me.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's / Make or break in this / If you're on your way
Rachel kept eye contact. She needed Quinn to understand. She needed the blonde to give her a chance. She didn't deserve one. But a decade ago a much younger version of the brunette forgave the a cheerleader, and she needed that same compassion given back to her today.
I'm not gonna write you to stay / If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better / Reason to write you a love song today
Quinn had a pretty good idea of what Rachel was trying to tell her. It was the same thing that had been lurking around in the back of her own mind for the last few days. But it still scared her.
Promise me that you'll leave the light on / To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
For a brief moment, she pictured what her life might be like if she'd been a different person back then, back in Lima. What if she'd just told Rachel she liked her? What if they'd dated? What if they'd gone to prom? Hell, what if, for some reason she'd kept her baby and Rachel had been there, right along side her? She couldn't even begin to imagine what that would mean. But she knew that, right now, this woman was here, asking her for a chance.
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me / Because I say / I won't write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see
Rachel was standing right next to the piano bench now, her body leaning in towards Quinn. She saw something in the girl's expression, and it made her heart soar. And Rachel wondered, briefly, if this was what love felt like.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this / Is that why you wanted a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this / If you're on your way
Rachel slid onto the bench, straddling it so she was facing Quinn. The smaller girl was quaking she was so scared, so worried, so everything. She felt it all, she wanted it. She wanted it too much and she was so scared what would happen if she lost this.
I'm not gonna write you to stay / If your heart is nowhere in it / I don't want it for a minute
Rachel put her hand over Quinn's fingers on the piano, stilling them. She was nearly breathless as she half whispered, half sung the last line.
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that / There's a reason to / Write you a love song today
Just like the other night at the birthday party, the crowd thought it was some kind of brilliant performance. Everyone cheered, a few people whistled.
Quinn just sat at the piano, hands still on the keys, eyes shut. After a few breaths, she opened her eyes and grabbed the mic. "It's about time for a ten minute break which means, it's two for one drinks until I get back."
She didn't look at Rachel, but she had a hold of her hand as she rose from the bench and moved for the door. Once they were outside, she let go, and she still wasn't looking at her.
Rachel watched her, silent. She wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lower lip.She didn't know what this meant. What Quinn was thinking, any of it. She hoped, yes. She hoped. But she didn't know. And she hated not knowing. But it looked like Quinn needed to get herself together, so Rachel let her.
Quinn finally faced her, though her eyes were on the ground. "I love you." There. It was out. Unfortunately, there was still more to say. "I've... loved you... for a long time. I'm pretty sure I've loved you since I heard you sing Don't Rain on My Parade." She finally managed to catch Rachel's eyes. They weren't as scary as she'd imagined they'd be. "I... loved you that night, after the party... and when you weren't there the next morning I... it doesn't matter. Because that night, that first night we sang together, I still loved you. And I don't even know why or how or if it means I'm probably insane. But through all this, I've been in love with Rachel Berry." The blonde took a breath. "So, when some..." Bitch? Slut? Whore? "... girl showed up, looking a lot like me, right down to my favorite Columbia t-shirt, calling you baby and giving me the stink eye... well, that kind of flipped me out a little bit. Or, a lot. A whole lot."
Rachel was silent for another minute. This was too important to rush, even she knew that."Quinn, I wasn't in love with you in high school. I- I felt something, that night at the party. But that wasn't love. Comfort, maybe. I know it helped me get help. It helped me save myself. But I didn't love you." She tucked her hair back. "And Jessie, thinks. Thought. She thought she was my girlfriend. But she's not. She's not anything anymore, or not to me. It kinda ended when she asked me what was more important, my favorite t-shirt or her. Well. Your shirt is washed and laying on my bed. So, that should tell you that." She took a breath and met Quinn's eyes. "I wasn't in love with you before, Quinn."
"So, um, at what point, exactly, did before turn into after?" Quinn asked, quietly.
"I don't know when it happened, but I know when I knew for sure. When we sang together... last time. When I played and we sang and I don't know, something inside me just clicked into place. It all came together. And I knew." Rachel replied, just as quiet. "And I ended it. With all of them. That night. After you left. I didn't want that anymore. I didn't want replace you. You're... irreplaceable."
"You should have known better. There's only one Quinn Fabray." A smile crept across Quinn's face. She was about to say something else when she heard the piano from inside the bar. "That's weird..." Before she could even get back inside to find out what was going on, Sandy stepped out into the sidewalk. "Who--"
"Go home, Quinn. Danny's taking over for the night."
"Am I... fired?"
Sandy laughed. "Right. Yeah. Here's my boot in your ass." She turned to Rachel. "This one, at least once a month, gets tanked after her set and cries about some girl, some Rachel Berry from years ago."
Quinn's hand flew up over her face. "Oh my god."
"So," Sandy continued, "when I heard her read your name, then saw the number you two put on, I figured..." She ruffled Quinn's blonde hair. "So, go home. And take her with you."
Rachel smiled at Sandy, nodded. "Will do." She reached out and took Quinn's hand. "Come on. I want to hear more about this getting tanked and crying over me thing."
"Don't listen to her she's crazy." Quinn let her hand slip into Rachel's. "You wanna get out of here?"
"Yes. Let's go to my place." Rachel tugged on her hand. "I don't live far, we can walk it." Rachel never, ever brought girls back to her place. She always went over their's. She just... didn't want to complicate things by them becoming a part of her apartment. So, she kept them away. But tonight, she didn't hesitate in inviting Quinn back.
They walked for about half a block when Quinn stopped. "Hold on. There's one more thing I forgot to tell you."
Rachel looked at her. "Yeah?"
Quinn slipped her hand behind Rachel's head and pulled her in for a kiss. After a moment, she pulled back and resumed walking. "That was it."
Rachel was a little breathless as she smiled at the blonde. She laced their fingers and led her a few more blocks down, before moving into her apartment building. When they got there, Rachel glanced at her. "You sure about this?"
"Uh, yeah." Quinn nodded. "If anything, you owe me my favorite t-shirt back." She was definitely sure, but maybe a little nervous.
A smile appeared on Rachel's lips, then she moved into the apartment. No one else seemed to be there. Rachel led her right back to the furthest bedroom. Once they were inside, Rachel shut the door behind them. She looked at Quinn and smiled a little. "I've been wanting to see you alone for weeks."
"Well, you've got me." Quinn gave her a small smile back. "Do you have roommates? Do we have to worry about noise? Not that... I mean... in general." She wasn't sure why that had just embarrassed her, but it did.
"Normally, yes. I have two. But they both went out of town. So, it's just us. Although, I do have neighbors who like to complain." Rachel leaned over and turned on the iPod dock that sat on her dresser. The volume was relatively low, but loud enough to act as a sound cover, in the event of... moderately excessive noise. She cupped Quinn's face, her eyes boring into the blonde's. "Quinn, I am going to kiss you now. And I would really like that to end up with me making love to you. If, for any reason you are not okay with this please tell me." She brushed her lips over Quinn's. "And after, you can start wearing your Columbia shirt again."
"I'm okay with that," Quinn assured her, and suddenly regained her confidence . "And, so, that means we're in the clear on the noise thing?" She brought her hands to Rachel's waist and pulled her in tighter before pressing her lips firmly against the brunette's.
Rachel's answer was a loud moan into her mouth, her hands slipping into Quinn's hair. She kissed her deeply, her smaller body pressing into Quinn's. Rachel was ready for this. Very, very ready for this.
Quinn deepened the kiss, her tongue traced along, then pushed past Rachel's lips. She realized they were still standing, and she really didn't want to be upright, anymore. "Could we, uh, maybe move? Like, to the bed?"
Rachel grinned. "I think that can be arranged." She took her hands, and tugged her towards her bed. Once they got there, Rachel carefully pushed Quinn so she sat on the bed. Then, she put her hands on Quinn's shoulders and climbed onto the bed so she's straddling her lap, knees on either side of her hips. "You, have no idea how much I want you, Quinn Fabray." She leaned down and kissed her neck. "It's a lot." She kissed her neck again. "All night if that can be arranged."
"I'm yours." Quinn was talking about the evening. And about everything else that statement might encompass, too. Her hands rested on top of Rachel's thighs, the slid up toward her hips. "And, if I have no idea, maybe you should explain just how much you... want me. Or show me. Which, I'm pretty sure is what you're doing. I'll shut up, now." She kissed Rachel's shoulder.
The iPod changed songs, and Quinn couldn't help but get distracted by the fact that it was probably the most appropriate song, like, ever to come on right in that moment.
Hey your glass is empty / it's a hell of a long way home / why don't you let me take you / it's no good to go alone / I never would have opened up / but you seemed so real to me
Plus, if her college experience counted for anything, Sarah McLachlan was a lesbian sex staple, anyway.
After all the bullshit I've heard / it's refreshing not to see / I don't have to pretend / she doesn't expect it from me
"I want to make sure you know, that this isn't some weird... messed up thing. I want you. No one else." Rachel traced patterns on her throat with her tongue. "You're so hot when you sing. Do you know how hard it was for me not to just... take you there?" She nipped at the skin. "Do you know how wet you make me?"
"I actually don't know." Quinn brought one hand down and ran it up Rachel's inner thigh, along the fabric of her jeans. "But I would really, really like to find out." Her mouth moved over the skin of the brunette's shoulder.
It was different, doing this sober. Because everything really counted for something. Everything had a purpose, a reason.
so just let me try / and I will be good to you / just let me try / and I will be there for you / I'll show you why / you're so much more than good enough...
Rachel pulled back from kissing the blonde's neck and pulled her own shirt off. She was down to a black bra, which she quickly removed. Then she tugged up on Quinn's shirt. "I want to see you." Rachel's voice was thick, low.
Arms up, Quinn let the shirt come off. Her bra was lace and white and matched her panties, nothing too fancy, but fortunately not her laundry day underwear. Already, her hands here all over Rachel, roaming over stomach, sides, around the back, up the arms. She just wanted to touch her, feel her.
Rachel let out a soft sound at the way Quinn was touching her. She slid her arms around her back and unhooked the bra, tossing it aside with her shirt. She took in the sight before her. Age had gone well for Quinn, and she was even hotter then Rachel remember. "You are fucking gorgeous." She dipped her head down and caught a nipple in her mouth.
One hand sought out a handful of brunette hair. Quinn moaned softly at the mouth on her breast. "Rachel..." Her other hand gently groped until it settled on Rachel's breast. She circled her thumb over the nipple.
The brunette's pink tongue flicked over the hard nub, then lightly sucked, moaning low at the attention she was getting back. It caused her hips to roll into Quinn's.
That was enough to make Quinn move her hand to grasp Rachel's hips and change their positions. Now Rachel was on her back on the bed while Quinn straddled her waist. She leaned down to kiss her, hungry, hot, ready, wanting, needing, everything.
Oh! Well, that was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Rachel kissed her back just as hard, just as needy, her hips rocking up into the blonde. She reached between them and tugged open her jeans, trying to push them off. "Mmm... off," she mumbled into the kiss.
"Gladly." Quinn quickly removed the jeans, then ran her fingers over Rachel's panties. "What about these?"
"Off." Rachel said with a soft whimper. "God, all of it off."
Before she took them off, Quinn's fingers just barely grazed the point directly between Rachel's legs. "Damn, you weren't kidding," she said, trying to hold back a moan. The panties were soaked. And then they were gone, tossed on the floor, quickly joined by the blonde's own pants and underwear.
Now she was naked. They were both naked. And Quinn needed to feel Rachel's body against hers. Again.
Rachel wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, their bodies touching, skin on skin on skin. She nuzzled Quinn's neck, mumbling. "You smell amazing." She licked up to her ear, sucking on her lobe for a moment before she moaned into her ear. "I want to be inside you. And I want to eat you out. Which do you want?"
"I have to choose? Because I was under the impression we had all night." Quinn caught Rachel's hand and kissed the palm, then each finger. "I just want you, everywhere." She brought the hand down between her own legs, then released it. "Starting there."
"There is good." Rachel said with a soft moan. Her fingers caressed her mound, then she slipped a finger into her folds. "Fuck, Quinn. You're soaked." She mumbled, stroking her folds. Her fingers slid up and circled her clit. "How long have you wanted to jump my bones?"
"Remember those dirty pictures on the bathroom wall?" Quinn groaned. "That..." Her hips arched at the touch. "... was my artistic expression of wanting to see you naked." She whimpered. "I added the penis as an afterthought. To cover my tracks."
"You were so weird." She kissed her neck. "But, I meant tonight." Her fingers flicked her clit, then rolled it in her fingers.
"I... oh god... um... somewhere during that song." Blonde hair fanned across the pillow as Quinn tossed her head back at the touch and the anticipation of what Rachel was doing. "I thought you said you wanted to be inside me."
"Oh? Like this?" Rachel carefully pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them against her walls. "Fuck, Q. You are so fucking TIGHT."
There was a sharp exhale when Rachel's fingers entered her. This was so definitely obviously not the first time she'd done this. It wasn't even the first time with Rachel. But everything seemed so... clear. And it wasn't like she'd never had sober sex before. Of course, the drunk sex probably outweighed it. But this, being with Rachel, being aware of everything, knowing it was just... right. It made it all feel, well, right.
Rachel didn't even know how long she'd wanted to do this (again), but she moaned low as she pushed into her. "Quinn..." She whispered softly into her ear. "I love you. I am in love with you." She curled her fingers. "I want to spend a very long time with you, in the future." She started pumping her fingers more.
Quinn Fabray had been through a lot (granted, not as much as Rachel had, apparently), but she'd had her share of emotional experiences. That being said, she had never, ever cried during sex. So, when she felt tears welling up at what Rachel just said, she was a little confused, at first. Because everything was good, so very good. And then she realized they were happy tears, and she felt much better about everything. And then she wondered how she was capable of so much thinking when Rachel was doing that with her fingers.
There was a whimper, followed by, "I love you, too." Then she reached to pull Rachel's face to her, because she needed to kiss her, again.
Rachel kissed her deep, her fingers speeding up. Her own eyes were welling up and she mumbled against her lips. "I am so, so sorry."
It was a little overwhelming with all the different emotions that were happening at once. Quinn could feel that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. "I forgive you." Her hips ground against Rachel's hand and her hands groped along the brunette's back. "I really, really forgive you."
"Good." Rachel added a third finger, curling them inside of her. Her thumb rubbed her clit quickly, trying to push her over the edge. "Come for me, please."
"I am... oh, god, I am," Quinn whimpered into her neck. Her body shuddered and she tightened her grip, short nails digging into the smaller girl's back. She felt herself tighten around the fingers inside of her, which made her feel incredibly connected to Rachel in the moment. And again, those damn tears came back.
Rachel rode out the orgasm, kissing away the tears on her... Quinn's face. Her Quinn. She slowed her fingers down, then slowly pulled out, kissing her more. "You are gorgeous when you come."
Still trying to catch her breath, Quinn offered a lazy smile. She reached up and brushed the stray strands of hair out of Rachel's face, then traced her fingers over her lips. "I meant it. I do forgive you. And I do love you." She closed her eyes and took a breath before opening them again. "I just thought I should say that while I was slightly more coherent. But only slightly."
Rachel laughed softly, kissing her neck. "Don't expect it to last. There's a lot I want to get done tonight."
"I hope you left room in this schedule for some stuff I'd like to do." Quinn's fingers threaded through dark hair.
"If those plans involve you inside of me, I'm free right now." Rachel mumbled into her skin.
"Well, that's convenient." She brought her knee up and pressed it against Rachel's hip, just enough to nudge her onto her back. Quinn's hand moved over her breasts, across the skin of her stomach, then down toward the brunette's center. There would be time to explore, later. Right now, she just wanted to get this woman off.
A low whimper escaped Rachel's mouth. "Please... yes. Quinn... god please. I need you. I've needed you so badly." Her hips rocked up.
"How badly?" Quinn didn't want to draw anything out so long that it was painful, but she did have the brunette at her mercy. "Tell me all about how much you need me."
"I've been thinking about you, at night. I-I touch myself and I think about you." Rachel whimpered. "It's the only way I can get off, is if I'm thinking about you. So. Badly. I need you so badly."
Quinn took Rachel's hand, and put it on top of her own. "Show me. Make me do the things you think about me doing."
"Oh, fuck," Rachel moaned. It took her a moment to get her bearings and move her hand over Quinn's, then take control of it. She drew the blonde's fingers to her clit. "Like this... I touch myself and imagine it's you."
Quinn let Rachel guide her for a little longer, then took over. Mostly because she couldn't contain herself, anymore. She dipped her fingers lower and, somehow, Rachel was even wetter than before. Her two fingers slid in easily and she began to work them in and out.
Rachel hips moved, grinding against her hand. "Harder." She whimpered out. "Please. More." Her nails dug into Quinn's arms as she held on.
Quinn pushed herself up onto her knees, so she could get better leverage, her hand pushing harder into Rachel as she added a third finger. She pulled the brunette in closer, draping one of her legs up around her waist. Now, if she rocked her own hips, it added a driving force behind her hand.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Rachel chanted. "Quinn. Fuck. Quinn." She cried out as her body convulsed and she came around Quinn's fingers.
Quinn wasn't ready to stop, not if Rachel would let her keep going. She'd just hit her stride, really. Her fingers maintained their pace, with a rock of the hips, she continued to thrust into her.
Short nails dug into Quinn's arms and she whimpered, still grinding against her fingers. "God. Yes. Yes. Quinn, baby... god." Rachel was panting, too far gone to think if pet names were allowed or not.
"Rachel, look at me..." At the moment, the brunette had her eyes squeezed shut. "Open your eyes and look at me..."
Brown eyes blinked open and met hazel. "Okay."
"I want to see you when you come. I want you to be looking at me. And I want you to think about how Quinn Fabray makes you come." Quinn wasn't even sure where all this was coming from, but saying it was turning her on. She just hoped it wasn't crossing some kind of a line.
Oh my god, that was hot. "Oh god, I will." She whimpered and kept her eyes locked. "Make me come, Quinn. Please, I want you to make me come."
"How badly do you want it?" She thrust again.
"Please, I'll do... I'll do anything you want. Please... Quinn... what do you want me to do?"
I think I almost just got off on her talking to me. "Baby, all you have to do..." Quinn's hips rolled. "Is let me," a thrust. "Watch you," another thrust. "Come." Her other hand reached down and worked Rachel's clit between her fingers.
"OHMYFUCKINGGODQUINNI'MCOMING!!!!" Rachel cried out, all in one breath, as her entire body shuddered.
Quinn noted that the music wasn't quite loud enough to keep the neighbors from hearing that.
The brunette rambled through her orgasm. "I will do anything you want. Fuck. baby. Anything. God. I love you. I'm yours. Fuck. Yours. All yours. You can have me. I want you to have me. Take me Quinn, have me."
Quinn slowed her fingers, then pulled them out. She moved back up to lie next to Rachel and pulled the brunette to her. "I've already got you. You don't have to do anything." As the smaller woman quaked in her arms, the blonde pressed kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and lips.
Rachel took some deep, shaky breaths, calming herself down. "Wow." She looked up at her. "You are... wow."
"Took you long enough to figure that out." Quinn couldn't resist a smirk before she leaned in to kiss her.
Rachel ignored that comment, and just kissed her back. She pulled back after a moment and whispered. "When I wake up tomorrow, you'll still be here, right?"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I promise."
Rachel kissed her, again. And when they finally broke for air, she said, "I promise, too."
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC-17, angst (then sex!)
Length: 6700
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: This time, Quinn ran out. So, what does Rachel need to do to get her to stick around?
Notes: This is part three of the future!fic In the Mood for a Melody series. This was supposed to be a three part series, but it's actually four because part three ran super long. Also, this is kind of the gamechanger. That means this is the part with the porn in it. Crap, maybe I just gave away too much. But, we did angsty porn before, so, you really have no idea what's going to happen. Do you? DO YOU?
If you enjoy a multimedia experience, the songs featured in this fic are Feelin' the Same Way, Criminal, Love Song, and Good Enough.
Never Gonna Quit You Over Time
Prologue
Gravity
Breathe
It had been three days since that night. After the first full twenty-four hours passed, a message appeared in Quinn's Facebook inbox. She still hadn't checked it, so it just sat there, leaving that stupid little number one at the top of the page, every time she signed in. When she looked at the received messages page, she could see that the first line read, "Quinn, I'm so sorry, please let me" and then it cut off.
Please let you what? Explain? Apologize? Invite me to join the cult of Quinn?
She knew that was harsh. And really, Rachel wasn't doing anything Quinn hadn't. Still. It freaked her out.
Tonight she was working downstairs at the Duplex, a tiny venue in the Village. It was her regular night, and she knew there was a good chance Rachel might decide to show up. She might even bring her army of Quinn clones with her.
Whatever. She still had singing to do.
The sun just slipped its note below my door / And I can't hide beneath my sheets / I've read the words before so now I know / Time has come again for me
It was a weeknight, so the place wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty. Granted, the space wasn't that big, so there was a fine line between packed and empty. Quinn smiled at an older gay couple who sat at a small table close to the piano.
And I'm feelin' the same way all over again / Feelin' the same way all over again / Singin' the same lines all over again / No matter how much I pretend
New York City was a large, people packed place. But the community of local bar singers, at least the regulars were were serious about it, was small. It really was strange that Rachel and Quinn took this long to run into each other. But Rachel used that smallness to her advantage, and found out where Quinn was working next.
She didn't dress up for this, no. It would be insulting at this point to think some skin would make it right. No, Rachel knew better then that. She wore jeans and a long black tank top, but it was chilly, so she threw on a scarf with a thick black jacket. Her hair was loose and natural, with a little wave to it. Not too done up, just... Rachel. She moved into the small venue and her eyes went right to the piano in the corner.
Quinn. Was there. And for the first time in days, Rachel was able to breath. She moved about halfway to the piano before taking a seat at the bar, turned with her body facing out. She was clearly nervous.
So many times I've wondered where I've gone / And how I found my way back in / I look around awhile for something lost / maybe I'll find it in the end
Despite the tiny size of the place, Quinn somehow managed to not catch Rachel when she entered. It wasn't until she was almost finished with the song that she spotted the brunette at the bar.
Feelin' the same way all over again / Singin' the same lines all over again / No matter how much I pretend
Once the final words were out, she nodded at Sandy, the bartender, that she wanted another drink. Meanwhile, she spoke to the room. "How is everyone tonight? Good?" A couple of her regulars cheered. "Yeah, well, that's what I get for working weeknights." Sandy delivered the drink to the piano. "Thanks, Sandy. Everyone sat hi to Sandy."
Rachel just watched her at first. She needed to figure out how to proceed from here. She chewed her lower lip, her eyes never leaving the blonde. She was aware she was staring, but most everyone in the room had their eyes on the singer. She could talk to her? No. She doubted Quinn would talk to her. And she was working.
She was working. At a piano bar. Which meant, she had to play. She had to play whatever the customers of this bar wanted. Rachel was a customer. Well, she was as she quickly turned around and ordered a beer. She didn't want to get drunk, but she wasn't going to be that person either.
Now Rachel Berry had a plan.
Quinn kept watching Rachel out of the corner of her eye. She could tell she was up to something, but she wasn't sure what, exactly. A regular came up to the piano to put their name on the list. Once they were done jotting down what song they wanted, the blonde picked up the clipboard and called out the next person. It was a first timer singing a selection from Wicked. Something about subjecting Rachel Berry to amateur attempts at her favorite showtunes made Quinn feel a little bit better in the moment.
Rachel didn't even hear the bastardized version of Defying Gravity, which was good, because she might have cried had she been listening to it. She counted three people having signed up. Perfect. She slid off her stool and moved to the piano. She didn't even look at Quinn as she jotted down "Rachel Berry - Love Song by Sara Bareilles." She moved back to her seat and waited.
"All right everyone, let's give Teddy a round of applause. It takes a lot of guts to come up here the first time. After that, it just means you're a masochist." A few people laughed. Quinn read off the next name, her eyes scanning down to see what Rachel had written. Crap, she was going to sound fantastic singing that.
Through the next couple patrons, Quinn was present with the music, but her mind wandered. She was going to have to talk to Rachel eventually, right? Unless she found a way to sneak out. Yes, she could create a diversion and slip away.
Only, she couldn't run from Rachel forever. And this was stupid, because she'd spent, like, ten years hoping for something like this. Maybe that was why she was so upset. Because felt stupid about it. Like, really dumb. Dumb enough to go home that night to find Puck waiting at her door and then decide it was a good time to revisit old habits.
Except he wouldn't sleep with her. Instead, after making out for about nine minutes, he pulled away and said, "We can't do this." When Quinn asked why not, he said, "One, you're really gay and in love with Rachel. And, two, you're really gay and in love with Rachel." And then he excused himself to the bathroom for another nine minutes. After that, he spent the night in her bed, holding her close while she rambled on about stupid blondes in shirts that weren't even theirs to wear and some other stuff that Quinn didn't even real remember now. She mostly just recalled how pissed off she was.
Somehow, like she'd been in a trance, the blonde checked the clip board to see that the next name was Rachel's. Shit. Quinn quickly thought of a way to stall.
"Before we move on to the next singer, let's do a number from the request bucket!" She reached over to the small plastic bucket that sat on top of the piano, right next to the tip jar, and pulled out a slip of paper. Eager to prolong the wait before Rachel's song, Quinn jumped right into the request without thinking about it.
I've been a bad bad girl / I've been careless with a delicate man / And it's a sad sad world /
When a girl will break a boy / Just because she can
The blonde suddenly realized that this was a really bad song to have to sing in front of Rachel, given the circumstances.
Don't you tell me to deny it / I've done wrong and I want to / Suffer for my sins / I've come to you 'cause I need / Guidance to be true / And I just don't know where I can begin
Rachel's first thought when Quinn went to the bucket was that she was stalling. Which kinda pissed Rachel off. Then she heard what song Quinn was playing and she frowned. Was that really the request? Was she really playing that song right now? With her there? God. Maybe there was no chance. Maybe Quinn really couldn't forgive her. Or was she... sorry? Rachel wasn't sure how to take it.
When Quinn got to the chorus, a table in the back started singing along, rather loudly. That was usually a good sign of who made the request. Which meant that Rachel hadn't magically teleported over and dropped the slip in when the blonde wasn't looking.
What I need is a good defense / 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal / And I need to redeemed / To the one I've sinned against / Because he's all I ever knew of love
Rachel glanced back at the table singing, then turned her eyes back to Quinn. If she would only listen to her, they wouldn't have to do this. Neither of them would have to feel like this, because Rachel could see how uncomfortable Quinn looked. She could hear it in her normally perfect voice (Perfect? Where did that come from, Rachel?).
Quinn just shut her eyes and continued with the song. She could quite literally play it with them closed, because this was one of those angry piano chick songs she pounded out on bad days in high school.
Let me know the way / Before there's hell to pay / Give me room to lay the law and let me go / I've got to make a play / To make my lover stay / So what would an angel say / The devil wants to know
It was finally just too much, too close to home, so she said, "You guys know this, let's hear it!" The audience gladly chimed in with the final chorus.
Rachel didn't sing with the rest of the bar, and it wasn't because she didn't know the song. She did, every word. But she couldn't, she just couldn't sing it with Quinn. It hurt to much. It was too raw. Still. Rachel closed her eyes and all she could see for a moment was blonde hair trailing behind Quinn as she ran away.
"You all sound awesome! Now, knock it off or I'll be out of a job." The patrons laughed. Quinn picked the clipboard back up, as if she needed to read it to know who was next. But there was no use procrastinating. She just needed to get this over with. "Looks like we have another first timer, folks. Rachel Berry?" Quinn acted as if she was looking around for someone to respond so she could recognize them. Absently, she drew a little star right after the "Berry".
Rachel moved up there and picked up the mic. "Hello, I'm Rachel. This is my first time singing here, so please be gentle." Only then she did let herself look at Quinn and give her a nod to cue up the music. She bobbed her head to the piano into, then started.
Head under water / And you tell me to breathe easy for a while / The breathing gets harder, even I know that / Made room for me but it's too soon to see / If I'm happy in your hands
Rachel turned away from the crowd, probably for the first time in her entire life, her back was to the room. She was not singing to them. She didn't care about them. She was singing to one person. Her dark eyes bore into the blonde, and she put down the mic. She didn't need it. As soon as she'd turned to sing to Quinn, the entire room had fallen silent. Really, it fell silent the moment Rachel first started singing. Now, they were invested.
I'm unusually hard to hold on to / Blank stares at blank pages / No easy way to say this / You mean well, but you make this hard on me / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see
Rachel's voice filled the bar fully, but with her eyes on Quinn and her back to the crowd, it could have just been the two of them.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's / Make or break in this / If you're on your way / I'm not gonna write you to stay / If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better / Reason to write you a love song today
Normally, Quinn would not just jump in on someone else's song. This, however, was not a normal singing situation. And, Rachel was clearly trying to make a point. So, she figured it was only fair to take the next verse. She shoved the piano mic away, so it was just the two of them.
I learned the hard way / That they all say things you want to hear / And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you
It was weird the way music just... worked. That it made her feel better. Still she was pissed off at Rachel, even if they were doing that... thing... where they sounded really good together.
Your twisted words / Your help just hurts / You are not what I thought you were / Hello to high and dry
Hazel eyes were still fixed on brown ones. Quinn dug deep to emote as much as she could.
Convinced me to please you / Made me think that I need this too / I'm trying to let you hear me as I am
Rachel took a step closer, her eyes pleading with Quinn's. Please, hear me. I'm trying. I'm telling you everything right now. Please. Hear me.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's / Make or break in this / If you're on your way
Rachel kept eye contact. She needed Quinn to understand. She needed the blonde to give her a chance. She didn't deserve one. But a decade ago a much younger version of the brunette forgave the a cheerleader, and she needed that same compassion given back to her today.
I'm not gonna write you to stay / If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better / Reason to write you a love song today
Quinn had a pretty good idea of what Rachel was trying to tell her. It was the same thing that had been lurking around in the back of her own mind for the last few days. But it still scared her.
Promise me that you'll leave the light on / To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
For a brief moment, she pictured what her life might be like if she'd been a different person back then, back in Lima. What if she'd just told Rachel she liked her? What if they'd dated? What if they'd gone to prom? Hell, what if, for some reason she'd kept her baby and Rachel had been there, right along side her? She couldn't even begin to imagine what that would mean. But she knew that, right now, this woman was here, asking her for a chance.
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me / Because I say / I won't write you a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see
Rachel was standing right next to the piano bench now, her body leaning in towards Quinn. She saw something in the girl's expression, and it made her heart soar. And Rachel wondered, briefly, if this was what love felt like.
I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this / Is that why you wanted a love song / 'cause you asked for it / 'cause you need one, you see / I'm not gonna write you a love song / 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this / If you're on your way
Rachel slid onto the bench, straddling it so she was facing Quinn. The smaller girl was quaking she was so scared, so worried, so everything. She felt it all, she wanted it. She wanted it too much and she was so scared what would happen if she lost this.
I'm not gonna write you to stay / If your heart is nowhere in it / I don't want it for a minute
Rachel put her hand over Quinn's fingers on the piano, stilling them. She was nearly breathless as she half whispered, half sung the last line.
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that / There's a reason to / Write you a love song today
Just like the other night at the birthday party, the crowd thought it was some kind of brilliant performance. Everyone cheered, a few people whistled.
Quinn just sat at the piano, hands still on the keys, eyes shut. After a few breaths, she opened her eyes and grabbed the mic. "It's about time for a ten minute break which means, it's two for one drinks until I get back."
She didn't look at Rachel, but she had a hold of her hand as she rose from the bench and moved for the door. Once they were outside, she let go, and she still wasn't looking at her.
Rachel watched her, silent. She wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lower lip.She didn't know what this meant. What Quinn was thinking, any of it. She hoped, yes. She hoped. But she didn't know. And she hated not knowing. But it looked like Quinn needed to get herself together, so Rachel let her.
Quinn finally faced her, though her eyes were on the ground. "I love you." There. It was out. Unfortunately, there was still more to say. "I've... loved you... for a long time. I'm pretty sure I've loved you since I heard you sing Don't Rain on My Parade." She finally managed to catch Rachel's eyes. They weren't as scary as she'd imagined they'd be. "I... loved you that night, after the party... and when you weren't there the next morning I... it doesn't matter. Because that night, that first night we sang together, I still loved you. And I don't even know why or how or if it means I'm probably insane. But through all this, I've been in love with Rachel Berry." The blonde took a breath. "So, when some..." Bitch? Slut? Whore? "... girl showed up, looking a lot like me, right down to my favorite Columbia t-shirt, calling you baby and giving me the stink eye... well, that kind of flipped me out a little bit. Or, a lot. A whole lot."
Rachel was silent for another minute. This was too important to rush, even she knew that."Quinn, I wasn't in love with you in high school. I- I felt something, that night at the party. But that wasn't love. Comfort, maybe. I know it helped me get help. It helped me save myself. But I didn't love you." She tucked her hair back. "And Jessie, thinks. Thought. She thought she was my girlfriend. But she's not. She's not anything anymore, or not to me. It kinda ended when she asked me what was more important, my favorite t-shirt or her. Well. Your shirt is washed and laying on my bed. So, that should tell you that." She took a breath and met Quinn's eyes. "I wasn't in love with you before, Quinn."
"So, um, at what point, exactly, did before turn into after?" Quinn asked, quietly.
"I don't know when it happened, but I know when I knew for sure. When we sang together... last time. When I played and we sang and I don't know, something inside me just clicked into place. It all came together. And I knew." Rachel replied, just as quiet. "And I ended it. With all of them. That night. After you left. I didn't want that anymore. I didn't want replace you. You're... irreplaceable."
"You should have known better. There's only one Quinn Fabray." A smile crept across Quinn's face. She was about to say something else when she heard the piano from inside the bar. "That's weird..." Before she could even get back inside to find out what was going on, Sandy stepped out into the sidewalk. "Who--"
"Go home, Quinn. Danny's taking over for the night."
"Am I... fired?"
Sandy laughed. "Right. Yeah. Here's my boot in your ass." She turned to Rachel. "This one, at least once a month, gets tanked after her set and cries about some girl, some Rachel Berry from years ago."
Quinn's hand flew up over her face. "Oh my god."
"So," Sandy continued, "when I heard her read your name, then saw the number you two put on, I figured..." She ruffled Quinn's blonde hair. "So, go home. And take her with you."
Rachel smiled at Sandy, nodded. "Will do." She reached out and took Quinn's hand. "Come on. I want to hear more about this getting tanked and crying over me thing."
"Don't listen to her she's crazy." Quinn let her hand slip into Rachel's. "You wanna get out of here?"
"Yes. Let's go to my place." Rachel tugged on her hand. "I don't live far, we can walk it." Rachel never, ever brought girls back to her place. She always went over their's. She just... didn't want to complicate things by them becoming a part of her apartment. So, she kept them away. But tonight, she didn't hesitate in inviting Quinn back.
They walked for about half a block when Quinn stopped. "Hold on. There's one more thing I forgot to tell you."
Rachel looked at her. "Yeah?"
Quinn slipped her hand behind Rachel's head and pulled her in for a kiss. After a moment, she pulled back and resumed walking. "That was it."
Rachel was a little breathless as she smiled at the blonde. She laced their fingers and led her a few more blocks down, before moving into her apartment building. When they got there, Rachel glanced at her. "You sure about this?"
"Uh, yeah." Quinn nodded. "If anything, you owe me my favorite t-shirt back." She was definitely sure, but maybe a little nervous.
A smile appeared on Rachel's lips, then she moved into the apartment. No one else seemed to be there. Rachel led her right back to the furthest bedroom. Once they were inside, Rachel shut the door behind them. She looked at Quinn and smiled a little. "I've been wanting to see you alone for weeks."
"Well, you've got me." Quinn gave her a small smile back. "Do you have roommates? Do we have to worry about noise? Not that... I mean... in general." She wasn't sure why that had just embarrassed her, but it did.
"Normally, yes. I have two. But they both went out of town. So, it's just us. Although, I do have neighbors who like to complain." Rachel leaned over and turned on the iPod dock that sat on her dresser. The volume was relatively low, but loud enough to act as a sound cover, in the event of... moderately excessive noise. She cupped Quinn's face, her eyes boring into the blonde's. "Quinn, I am going to kiss you now. And I would really like that to end up with me making love to you. If, for any reason you are not okay with this please tell me." She brushed her lips over Quinn's. "And after, you can start wearing your Columbia shirt again."
"I'm okay with that," Quinn assured her, and suddenly regained her confidence . "And, so, that means we're in the clear on the noise thing?" She brought her hands to Rachel's waist and pulled her in tighter before pressing her lips firmly against the brunette's.
Rachel's answer was a loud moan into her mouth, her hands slipping into Quinn's hair. She kissed her deeply, her smaller body pressing into Quinn's. Rachel was ready for this. Very, very ready for this.
Quinn deepened the kiss, her tongue traced along, then pushed past Rachel's lips. She realized they were still standing, and she really didn't want to be upright, anymore. "Could we, uh, maybe move? Like, to the bed?"
Rachel grinned. "I think that can be arranged." She took her hands, and tugged her towards her bed. Once they got there, Rachel carefully pushed Quinn so she sat on the bed. Then, she put her hands on Quinn's shoulders and climbed onto the bed so she's straddling her lap, knees on either side of her hips. "You, have no idea how much I want you, Quinn Fabray." She leaned down and kissed her neck. "It's a lot." She kissed her neck again. "All night if that can be arranged."
"I'm yours." Quinn was talking about the evening. And about everything else that statement might encompass, too. Her hands rested on top of Rachel's thighs, the slid up toward her hips. "And, if I have no idea, maybe you should explain just how much you... want me. Or show me. Which, I'm pretty sure is what you're doing. I'll shut up, now." She kissed Rachel's shoulder.
The iPod changed songs, and Quinn couldn't help but get distracted by the fact that it was probably the most appropriate song, like, ever to come on right in that moment.
Hey your glass is empty / it's a hell of a long way home / why don't you let me take you / it's no good to go alone / I never would have opened up / but you seemed so real to me
Plus, if her college experience counted for anything, Sarah McLachlan was a lesbian sex staple, anyway.
After all the bullshit I've heard / it's refreshing not to see / I don't have to pretend / she doesn't expect it from me
"I want to make sure you know, that this isn't some weird... messed up thing. I want you. No one else." Rachel traced patterns on her throat with her tongue. "You're so hot when you sing. Do you know how hard it was for me not to just... take you there?" She nipped at the skin. "Do you know how wet you make me?"
"I actually don't know." Quinn brought one hand down and ran it up Rachel's inner thigh, along the fabric of her jeans. "But I would really, really like to find out." Her mouth moved over the skin of the brunette's shoulder.
It was different, doing this sober. Because everything really counted for something. Everything had a purpose, a reason.
so just let me try / and I will be good to you / just let me try / and I will be there for you / I'll show you why / you're so much more than good enough...
Rachel pulled back from kissing the blonde's neck and pulled her own shirt off. She was down to a black bra, which she quickly removed. Then she tugged up on Quinn's shirt. "I want to see you." Rachel's voice was thick, low.
Arms up, Quinn let the shirt come off. Her bra was lace and white and matched her panties, nothing too fancy, but fortunately not her laundry day underwear. Already, her hands here all over Rachel, roaming over stomach, sides, around the back, up the arms. She just wanted to touch her, feel her.
Rachel let out a soft sound at the way Quinn was touching her. She slid her arms around her back and unhooked the bra, tossing it aside with her shirt. She took in the sight before her. Age had gone well for Quinn, and she was even hotter then Rachel remember. "You are fucking gorgeous." She dipped her head down and caught a nipple in her mouth.
One hand sought out a handful of brunette hair. Quinn moaned softly at the mouth on her breast. "Rachel..." Her other hand gently groped until it settled on Rachel's breast. She circled her thumb over the nipple.
The brunette's pink tongue flicked over the hard nub, then lightly sucked, moaning low at the attention she was getting back. It caused her hips to roll into Quinn's.
That was enough to make Quinn move her hand to grasp Rachel's hips and change their positions. Now Rachel was on her back on the bed while Quinn straddled her waist. She leaned down to kiss her, hungry, hot, ready, wanting, needing, everything.
Oh! Well, that was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Rachel kissed her back just as hard, just as needy, her hips rocking up into the blonde. She reached between them and tugged open her jeans, trying to push them off. "Mmm... off," she mumbled into the kiss.
"Gladly." Quinn quickly removed the jeans, then ran her fingers over Rachel's panties. "What about these?"
"Off." Rachel said with a soft whimper. "God, all of it off."
Before she took them off, Quinn's fingers just barely grazed the point directly between Rachel's legs. "Damn, you weren't kidding," she said, trying to hold back a moan. The panties were soaked. And then they were gone, tossed on the floor, quickly joined by the blonde's own pants and underwear.
Now she was naked. They were both naked. And Quinn needed to feel Rachel's body against hers. Again.
Rachel wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, their bodies touching, skin on skin on skin. She nuzzled Quinn's neck, mumbling. "You smell amazing." She licked up to her ear, sucking on her lobe for a moment before she moaned into her ear. "I want to be inside you. And I want to eat you out. Which do you want?"
"I have to choose? Because I was under the impression we had all night." Quinn caught Rachel's hand and kissed the palm, then each finger. "I just want you, everywhere." She brought the hand down between her own legs, then released it. "Starting there."
"There is good." Rachel said with a soft moan. Her fingers caressed her mound, then she slipped a finger into her folds. "Fuck, Quinn. You're soaked." She mumbled, stroking her folds. Her fingers slid up and circled her clit. "How long have you wanted to jump my bones?"
"Remember those dirty pictures on the bathroom wall?" Quinn groaned. "That..." Her hips arched at the touch. "... was my artistic expression of wanting to see you naked." She whimpered. "I added the penis as an afterthought. To cover my tracks."
"You were so weird." She kissed her neck. "But, I meant tonight." Her fingers flicked her clit, then rolled it in her fingers.
"I... oh god... um... somewhere during that song." Blonde hair fanned across the pillow as Quinn tossed her head back at the touch and the anticipation of what Rachel was doing. "I thought you said you wanted to be inside me."
"Oh? Like this?" Rachel carefully pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them against her walls. "Fuck, Q. You are so fucking TIGHT."
There was a sharp exhale when Rachel's fingers entered her. This was so definitely obviously not the first time she'd done this. It wasn't even the first time with Rachel. But everything seemed so... clear. And it wasn't like she'd never had sober sex before. Of course, the drunk sex probably outweighed it. But this, being with Rachel, being aware of everything, knowing it was just... right. It made it all feel, well, right.
Rachel didn't even know how long she'd wanted to do this (again), but she moaned low as she pushed into her. "Quinn..." She whispered softly into her ear. "I love you. I am in love with you." She curled her fingers. "I want to spend a very long time with you, in the future." She started pumping her fingers more.
Quinn Fabray had been through a lot (granted, not as much as Rachel had, apparently), but she'd had her share of emotional experiences. That being said, she had never, ever cried during sex. So, when she felt tears welling up at what Rachel just said, she was a little confused, at first. Because everything was good, so very good. And then she realized they were happy tears, and she felt much better about everything. And then she wondered how she was capable of so much thinking when Rachel was doing that with her fingers.
There was a whimper, followed by, "I love you, too." Then she reached to pull Rachel's face to her, because she needed to kiss her, again.
Rachel kissed her deep, her fingers speeding up. Her own eyes were welling up and she mumbled against her lips. "I am so, so sorry."
It was a little overwhelming with all the different emotions that were happening at once. Quinn could feel that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. "I forgive you." Her hips ground against Rachel's hand and her hands groped along the brunette's back. "I really, really forgive you."
"Good." Rachel added a third finger, curling them inside of her. Her thumb rubbed her clit quickly, trying to push her over the edge. "Come for me, please."
"I am... oh, god, I am," Quinn whimpered into her neck. Her body shuddered and she tightened her grip, short nails digging into the smaller girl's back. She felt herself tighten around the fingers inside of her, which made her feel incredibly connected to Rachel in the moment. And again, those damn tears came back.
Rachel rode out the orgasm, kissing away the tears on her... Quinn's face. Her Quinn. She slowed her fingers down, then slowly pulled out, kissing her more. "You are gorgeous when you come."
Still trying to catch her breath, Quinn offered a lazy smile. She reached up and brushed the stray strands of hair out of Rachel's face, then traced her fingers over her lips. "I meant it. I do forgive you. And I do love you." She closed her eyes and took a breath before opening them again. "I just thought I should say that while I was slightly more coherent. But only slightly."
Rachel laughed softly, kissing her neck. "Don't expect it to last. There's a lot I want to get done tonight."
"I hope you left room in this schedule for some stuff I'd like to do." Quinn's fingers threaded through dark hair.
"If those plans involve you inside of me, I'm free right now." Rachel mumbled into her skin.
"Well, that's convenient." She brought her knee up and pressed it against Rachel's hip, just enough to nudge her onto her back. Quinn's hand moved over her breasts, across the skin of her stomach, then down toward the brunette's center. There would be time to explore, later. Right now, she just wanted to get this woman off.
A low whimper escaped Rachel's mouth. "Please... yes. Quinn... god please. I need you. I've needed you so badly." Her hips rocked up.
"How badly?" Quinn didn't want to draw anything out so long that it was painful, but she did have the brunette at her mercy. "Tell me all about how much you need me."
"I've been thinking about you, at night. I-I touch myself and I think about you." Rachel whimpered. "It's the only way I can get off, is if I'm thinking about you. So. Badly. I need you so badly."
Quinn took Rachel's hand, and put it on top of her own. "Show me. Make me do the things you think about me doing."
"Oh, fuck," Rachel moaned. It took her a moment to get her bearings and move her hand over Quinn's, then take control of it. She drew the blonde's fingers to her clit. "Like this... I touch myself and imagine it's you."
Quinn let Rachel guide her for a little longer, then took over. Mostly because she couldn't contain herself, anymore. She dipped her fingers lower and, somehow, Rachel was even wetter than before. Her two fingers slid in easily and she began to work them in and out.
Rachel hips moved, grinding against her hand. "Harder." She whimpered out. "Please. More." Her nails dug into Quinn's arms as she held on.
Quinn pushed herself up onto her knees, so she could get better leverage, her hand pushing harder into Rachel as she added a third finger. She pulled the brunette in closer, draping one of her legs up around her waist. Now, if she rocked her own hips, it added a driving force behind her hand.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Rachel chanted. "Quinn. Fuck. Quinn." She cried out as her body convulsed and she came around Quinn's fingers.
Quinn wasn't ready to stop, not if Rachel would let her keep going. She'd just hit her stride, really. Her fingers maintained their pace, with a rock of the hips, she continued to thrust into her.
Short nails dug into Quinn's arms and she whimpered, still grinding against her fingers. "God. Yes. Yes. Quinn, baby... god." Rachel was panting, too far gone to think if pet names were allowed or not.
"Rachel, look at me..." At the moment, the brunette had her eyes squeezed shut. "Open your eyes and look at me..."
Brown eyes blinked open and met hazel. "Okay."
"I want to see you when you come. I want you to be looking at me. And I want you to think about how Quinn Fabray makes you come." Quinn wasn't even sure where all this was coming from, but saying it was turning her on. She just hoped it wasn't crossing some kind of a line.
Oh my god, that was hot. "Oh god, I will." She whimpered and kept her eyes locked. "Make me come, Quinn. Please, I want you to make me come."
"How badly do you want it?" She thrust again.
"Please, I'll do... I'll do anything you want. Please... Quinn... what do you want me to do?"
I think I almost just got off on her talking to me. "Baby, all you have to do..." Quinn's hips rolled. "Is let me," a thrust. "Watch you," another thrust. "Come." Her other hand reached down and worked Rachel's clit between her fingers.
"OHMYFUCKINGGODQUINNI'MCOMING!!!!" Rachel cried out, all in one breath, as her entire body shuddered.
Quinn noted that the music wasn't quite loud enough to keep the neighbors from hearing that.
The brunette rambled through her orgasm. "I will do anything you want. Fuck. baby. Anything. God. I love you. I'm yours. Fuck. Yours. All yours. You can have me. I want you to have me. Take me Quinn, have me."
Quinn slowed her fingers, then pulled them out. She moved back up to lie next to Rachel and pulled the brunette to her. "I've already got you. You don't have to do anything." As the smaller woman quaked in her arms, the blonde pressed kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and lips.
Rachel took some deep, shaky breaths, calming herself down. "Wow." She looked up at her. "You are... wow."
"Took you long enough to figure that out." Quinn couldn't resist a smirk before she leaned in to kiss her.
Rachel ignored that comment, and just kissed her back. She pulled back after a moment and whispered. "When I wake up tomorrow, you'll still be here, right?"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I promise."
Rachel kissed her, again. And when they finally broke for air, she said, "I promise, too."