You’re the Only (song I want to hear) Part 4
Title: You’re the Only (song I want to hear) Part 4
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC17
Length: 1300
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: Quinn and Rachel go... parking.
Notes: This started out as something quick and easy. It became long and epic. So, it will be posted in parts. These two just wouldn't STOP.
More notes: This is an old fic that we are moving from kben's journal to here, so you may have seen this before!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
They were in the car, the heater was on, the radio played just low enough to fill any silence, and Quinn had her hands on the wheel. "Where do you want to go?"
Rachel bit her bottom lip. She felt like she should be more nervous, but she couldn't think past wanting to make out.
"Palmer's Point?" It was the local make out spot that all the kids knew about.
Quinn already had the car in gear before the second word was out of Rachel's mouth. She suddenly couldn't think of any relevant topics to talk about, other than things related to kissing. Which would be just awkward. So, instead, she turned the radio up.
Rachel sang along softly, drumming on her bare knee. When they got there, Rachel was a little surprised how few people were there. She'd never been, but she's always imagined it to be packed.
"It's still early for a Friday night," Quinn explained, sensing Rachel's observation. "Not that I... come here a lot. I just know it's a party night." She pulled the car to stop and shut off the engine.
"Back?" Rachel asked, glancing towards Quinn much more comfortable back seat.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded, voice quiet. "Go ahead, I'll be right behind you."
Rachel struggled getting into the backseat, her skirt riding up. Finally she plopped down.
Quinn followed, equally as ungraceful, and actually fell forward into Rachel. "Sorry. This seems to be a bit of a theme... we've got to stop running into each other like this." She was already giggling at the ridiculousness of it before the sentence was finished.
Rachel completely ignored her comment and leaned forward, kissing her.
Taken a little by surprise (but not really), Quinn whimpered into the kiss. Her hands moved up over Rachel's shoulders while her lips and tongue moved against the other girl's mouth.
Rachel parted her lips for Quinn, giving her access. She shifted them both, so Quinn was in her lap.
When Rachel moved her, Quinn hit her head on the roof on the car, but it didn't phase her. One hand slipped behind the brunette's neck, fingers tangling in her hair.
Rachel winced when Quinn hit her head. "Are you okay?" She mumbled against her lips.
There was a slight nod. "Totally okay." The hand not behind Rachel's neck trailed down the front of her dress.
Rachel shivered a little bit and she wrapped her arms around Quinn, pulling her closer.
Quinn's kiss grew hungrier, she'd waited a long time for this and wanted to be patient, but she also wanted more. "Rach..."
"Mmhmm?" Rachel responded, her hand resting on Quinn's thigh, lightly running up and down it.
"If we..." Quinn panted, "get started..." Her teeth nipped lightly at Rachel's bottom lip. "I'm not going to want to stop."
"Is that a problem?" Rachel asked softly. Her hand slipped under Quinn's dress. "I mean, I'm okay with not stopping if you are." Her eyes were bright and her voice trembled a little. "But... you should know. I've never. Before."
"You... really?" Quinn pulled back to look at her. "We don't have to. I can wait." She pressed a kiss to Rachel's nose, then her forehead, then one cheek. "Whatever you want to do."
"I just said I wanted to, Quinn." Rachel said with a soft smirk. "I wasn't holding out for anything really. I just never... had the chance with someone I wanted it to happen with."
Quinn gazed down at her. "Okay. Because I really, really want to. I've been thinking about it for a while." She kissed the brunette, again.
Rachel made a soft sound into the kiss, her fingers skimming over her smooth thigh. When it reached her hip, she trailed back down.
The blonde cupped her hand over a breast, through the fabric of the dress. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, tongue meeting Rachel's, exploring her mouth.
Rachel let out a whimper, arching up into the exploring hand. She struggled for a moment, pulling her own sweater off. Then she slid down the straps on her dress, giving Quinn the ability to get into it if she wanted.
Quinn continued her exploration, moving away from Rachel's mouth and kissing along her jaw, then down her neck, lightly dragging her tongue over the pulse point, then down toward her shoulder. Her fingers toyed with the top edge of the dress, feeling both fabric and skin.
Rachel made a soft sound. "Quinn... please." She said softly.
Lips still pressed against the skin of Rachel's shoulder, Quinn dipped her hand down below the top of the dress, fingers running over soft bare skin.
Rachel whimpered, arching up. She was panting a little. A hand tangled in her hair.
The blonde's hand carefully cupped around Rachel's breast, the top of the dress pushing further down. Quinn kissed her way back up her neck, just below the ear.
"Quinn..." Rachel whimpered, her thigh shifting between Quinn's legs.
Her mouth was right on the brunette's ear. "Yeah?" Quinn rocked, just a little, against Rachel's thigh.
Soft pants were coming from Rachel. "I don't know." She said, flushing. She just knew she wanted to keep saying Quinn's name. And that that she wanted to press her thigh up, feeling Quinn's heat through her dress. She knew one more thing. "I- I don't want you seeing anyone else." It just came out. There. If they were going to have sex, Quinn was just hers. "If we- do this. Then I don't want there to be anyone else. Even if we don't... I don't want there to be anyone else."
Quinn laughed softly. "Rachel. Even when there was someone else, there was never anyone else." The leg between her thighs was making it a little difficult to pull her words together, but she needed to, right now. "Just you, just me. That's all I've wanted for a long time."
Rachel's cheeks exploded in a flush. "Oh." She said softly. "I didn't. I mean. Wow." Her eyes were wide, and a touch of a smile was on her lips. "Me too." She responded in almost a whisper.
Eyes closed, forehead resting against Rachel's, Quinn's hand slipped down to the leg that wasn't making her mind fuzzy, and pushed up under the hem. Her fingertips eased along the soft tan skin of the diva's thigh.
Rachel let out a sound that was inbetween a whimper and a giggle as the soft touches tickled her. She rocked her other leg against Quinn move, hands on her hips. "Yes." Was all she said, giving the girl permission to do whatever she wanted or planned on doing.
Quinn's hand moved higher until her fingers danced along the edge of Rachel's panties, at the top of her leg. Her lips pressed against the brunette's with needy, heavy kisses.
The kiss was returned with just as much need. Rachel opened her legs more, giving Quinn access.
Her hand moved toward the heat radiating from Rachel's center, fingers grazing over the fabric. The fact that it was damp did not escape Quinn's attention.
Rachel was panting a little. "Quinn..." She whined, shifting under her touch.
"I think... this might work better if we move." Quinn reluctantly pulled back from Rachel for a moment and grabbed her jacket, which she balled up and stuffed against one side of the seat. "Turn this way and lie down a little."
"Okay." She shifted down some, trying to do what Quinn said. Her skirt was riding up high and her hair was falling in her face. "Better?"
The blonde took in the sight of Rachel Berry, slightly disheveled in the backseat, and smiled. "Much better." She moved back over her, hand casually slipping back up under the dress, eyes on the girl's face. Once again, her fingers teased over the moist fabric, but a little more direct, this time.
Slender hips rolled at the touch and Rachel let out a pleading noise. She was aching between her legs and all of Quinn's light teasing was only making it worse.
Quinn was settled against Rachel, one arm tucked between them and the seat, legs tangled together. She gently grazed her teeth over the brunette's collarbone. Her fingers still worked outside the panties, but circled around the girl's clit.
Rachel's one hand was tangled in Quinn's blonde hair, her other hand holding the bicep of the arm that was touching her. She was breathing in short pants and her hips we jerking slightly. Her hand slid down the arm, resting over Quinn's hand.
"You okay?" Quinn wasn't sure if the touch was a sign to stop or keep going.
Rachel didn't say anything. Instead, she hooked her finger into the damp cotton and tugged it to the side, exposing herself to Quinn's hand.
"Oh." But it came out more like a moan than an actual verbal response. Quinn's fingers slid over the wetness, moving up to now make actual contact with the sensitive nub. She gently flicked her finger over it, dipped back lower, then back up again to circle it.
"Oh god yes." Rachel breathed out, her hips rolling some. She knew what Quinn was doing right now wasn't enough to get her off, but she didn't even care. Quinn was touching her. And that was all Rachel could make herself care about.
As much as Quinn didn't want to rush things, she also didn't want to torture Rachel. And, she could tell the smaller girl was anxious. She caught her lips in another kiss and her fingers trailed down again, her middle finger cautiously pushing past her entrance, slowly and easily. "God, you're so wet," she mumbled, then immediately flushed, because she hadn't meant to say that out loud, especially the first time, especially on a first date.
"You did it." Rachel mumbled back. "I don't think I've ever been this wet before." She moaned at the finger, arching up. "Careful." She whispered. "I think things are still intact up there."
"Just... tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" Quinn whispered back. She'd never been in this position before. Not on the giving end, anyway. And, when it had been her, she'd been drunk. She gently stroked in and out, not going too deep at this point, paying close attention to Rachel's reactions.
Rachel nodded, biting her lower lip. "Quinn..." She said softly. "I need... more than that." Her body was reacting and she was pretty sure she would die if Quinn kept being so damn careful.
"Sorry, I just... don't want to hurt you." The blonde cleared her throat. "Uh, more like, harder? Or more like, more..."
"Don't worry if you do, a little. Isn't it suppose to, the first time?" Rachel asked softly, looking up at her. "And both, I think. You're just. You're driving me crazy right now, Quinn."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh. "It's what I do best, isn't it?" There was another kiss, then she eased a second finger in with the first, pushing in a little, but not a lot, harder than the first time. "Better?"
"Yes." Came out more like a moan from Rachel then an actual word. "God." She rocked her hips, needed more inside of her. "Quinn..." She moaned, for no other reason then how good it felt to moan that name. When Quinn could actually hear her.
Hearing Rachel saying, or moaning, her name, was currently her biggest turn on, ever. Quinn made a few more shallow strokes, then kissed the brunette hard and needy, before pushing against the slight resistance she felt with her fingers.
A sharp intake a breath and tensing up for a moment. There was a slight ache, but it didn't last. Rachel thought for a moment how anti-climactic the actual taking of her virginity was. She's expected it to hurt a lot worse. To show she was okay, she rocked her hips again against slender fingers.
Once Rachel relaxed and began moving against her, Quinn became a little more aggressive with her movements. She hadn't had tons of sex or anything, but she'd had a little, enough to know the basics and hopefully seem slightly impressive. There was a rhythm set, between her strokes and Rachel's hips. Meanwhile, her own center was grinding against the brunette's leg.
Later, Rachel would like to think that it was too much all at once but she would normally touch Quinn at the same time. But in the moment, she was trying to make sure she didn't forget to breathe. She knew it wasn't going to take long, not with how this felt and how horny she was and the fact that it was someone else touching her. Rachel hoped she didn't embarrass herself by coming too soon.
Quinn pushed her fingers deep and slipped her thumb up around the girl's clit, working over it. Her own breath was slightly frantic. The idea of getting Rachel Berry off had already been a fantasy of hers. Knowing that she was, and that she was Rachel's first, had her bordering on a slight sexual power trip.
As soon as Quinn's thumb started working her clit, Rachel started trembling. She was right on the edge and was dying to fall off. "Oh god, Quinn. Fuck." She mumbled, not realizing she was swearing. Her hips jerked and she was pretty sure her thigh was getting wet from Quinn. And that feeling, her brain realizing that Quinn was soaking her thigh through her dress. That was what pushed Rachel Berry over into her first orgasm with another person. She came softly, her body doing most of the talking. But Quinn's name was on her lips, again and again as the waves crashed over her.
Much better than saying that name when the blonde was not straddling her thigh, knuckle deep in her.
Feeling Rachel's orgasm pushed Quinn well toward her own release, but it wasn't quite enough. She pressed her face into the brunette's neck and rocked hard against her leg. "Rachel..." Her hips bucked for more friction and she found just enough to push her over, and Quinn came against her, fingers still buried, dress tangled between them.
There was equal parts amazment that Quinn just came on her leg, and disappointment that she didn't get to touch her in Rachel's mind. She kissed Quinn's neck, still trying to calm herself down. She was pulsating around Quinn's fingers and it was keeping her turned on.
"How are you?" Quinn's breath was still heavy, but slowing. Her eyes drifted shut at the kisses on her skin. "Because I'm feeling pretty good right now."
"I didn't get to touch you." Rachel blurted out, pouting some. "It's not fair."
"Nobody's stopping you." Quinn carefully began to pull her fingers out of the other girl.
That caused Rachel to shudder and whimper softly. She slipped a hand up the pale thigh, cupping her through her panties. "Damn..."
Quinn groaned at the touch. "Well, I totally just got it on with a hot girl, what did you expect?"
Rachel laughed softly, rubbing the damp cloth. "You were so hot, just then. I mean, wow."
"Rach, if you're gonna do that... I need you..." She took the other girl's hand, reminiscent of what happened earlier, and pushed it down under the waistband of her underwear. "In here."
Rachel moaned at that, slipping her finger through the wet folds. She went right for Quinn's clit, stroking it lightly.
One hand was still sandwiched somewhere between the girls and the seat, but Quinn's other hand now gripped Rachel's hip. Her mouth busied itself with the skin just below Rachel's shoulder, licking and sucking, while her body arched against nimble fingers.
Rachel went off of what she knew she liked when she was doing this to herself, and reading Quinn's body language. She rubbed quick circles around her clit, making soft sounds at all the attention Quinn was giving her shoulder. Rachel slid down her fingers and carefully teased her entrance. She was curious. She knew Quinn was so not a virgin anymore, and she wondered if she would feel different because she'd had a baby.
"Yes... please, Rachel..." Quinn groaned against her skin. She so badly wanted to feel the other girl inside of her. Again, something she'd fantasized about. "I need you..."
"Oh-okay." Rachel breathed out, carefully pushing a finger all the way inside of her. "Is, is that okay?" She asked softly, not wanting to hurt her. When she let her brain catch up, she realized she had a finger inside of Quinn. And it was tight and wet and hot and Rachel was pretty sure she'd just ruined her underwear. "God, Quinn. You feel amazing."
"Rachel?" Quinn mumbled.
"Yeah?" Rachel replied, starting to move her finger.
"You're driving me crazy," she replied, echoing what the brunette said earlier. "You can do a lot more than that. You're not going to hurt me." Quinn kissed Rachel's cheek. "I trust you."
Rachel couldn't help but smile. "Okay." She added a second finger, then started pumping her fingers at a steady, but a little faster, of a pace. There would be time for slow later.
"Oh my god." Quinn rolled her hips, trying to get Rachel's fingers deeper into her. "Yes..." There was a series of pants and whimpers that came from her with each thrust of the hand.
"You are really wet." Rachel mumbled, amazed. She was in intense concentration, just like when she sang, and twisted her fingers some, then curled them inside of Quinn.
She groaned at the motion, body jerking slightly, her grip still on Rachel's hip. "You're... pretty good at that for not having done it to anyone before," Quinn whimpered.
"I read a lot." Rachel mumbled, pumping her fingers in and out. Her thumb rubbed against her clit.
Quinn already knew she wouldn't last much longer, and the added stimulation just sent her over the edge. "Yes, god, Rach," the words tumbled out of her mouth in random order.
Rachel rides out the orgasm with her, her eyes wide and glossy from watching Quinn orgasm. "Wow." She whispered. And she meant it, watching Quinn fall, knowing that she caused it, was wow worthy.
The blonde's head nodded in agreement, because words weren't really happening at the moment. She kissed Rachel's shoulder, then her neck, then sought out her lips, because she really, really needed to kiss her.
The diva kissed her back eagerly, stilling her fingers, but not pulling them out just yet.
Quinn finally broke away and rested her head on Rachel's shoulder, heart still racing, breath still heavy. "Breathing is... good." Her hand moved up, away from the girl's hip, to her side, then slipped around her back. She just wanted to hold on to her.
Rachel carefully pulled her fingers out of Quinn, wiping them on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"Yes. Very much okay." Quinn nuzzled Rachel's skin. "You?" Her breathing had begun to even out and now she was just caught up in the glow of the moment.
"I don't think I have ever been so okay in my entire life." Rachel mumbled, stroking Quinn's back.
Quinn smiled and snuggled into her. "This is even better than how I imagined tonight could have turned out." She giggled. "Even if I did wipe out on the ice, again."
"It was cute." Rachel said with a smile. "And I did not really expect this to happen on date one. How can I top it with date two?"
"I guess we did move pretty fast, didn't we? I mean, I've never... not on a first date." The time with Puck didn't count, in her mind. Quinn pushed herself up a bit to look Rachel in the eye. "Don't go thinking I'm easy or anything."
"Does that make me slutty? Cause I've never at all." Rachel grinned.
"Nope. And I'd punch anyone who ever said you were." Quinn cracked a smile, but she was kind of serious.
"You are very violent, Quinn." Rachel sat up a little, kissing her bottom lip. "So, since we've already gotten this out of the way, we can do it again, right? Like. A lot."
"I'm just saying I'd defending your honor. And I'm not violent. The girl I hit during that game threw the first punch." The blonde settled back into Rachel. "Yeah, we can do it again. A lot. But maybe not always crammed into the backseat. There are plenty of other places I'd be willing to try out."
"My dads are out of town a lot, if you ever want to get super adventurous and try a bed. Or a couch... or floor. I've heard things about counter tops." Rachel tilted her head and seemed to be going through a mental list of all the places in her house they could have sex.
"Also, you know, maybe we can try hanging out and just doing other stuff." She reached up to play with Rachel's hair. "You know, just to be controversial. I'm really good at Pictionary."
"Wait, we're suppose to like, talk and hang out and stuff? I don't know if I'm down with that." Rachel said, smirking a little. Her dark eyes were taking in Quinn. "I could kick your ass at karaoke."
"Normally, I'd scoff and suggest you bring it. But I know you'd win." Quinn sat up just enough to check the clock on the dashboard. "I should have asked earlier, but do you need to be home at a certain time?"
"My dads are out of town, so no." Rachel replied easily. "Do you?"
Quinn shook her head. "It's Friday. My sister doesn't care how long I stay out on Fridays as long as I don't 'come home pregnant.' Her words."
Rachel let out a laugh. "At least she never has to worry about that again."
"She thought it was hilarious when she said it." Quinn realized something. "Your dads are out of town? And we ended up cramped in the backseat of my car at Palmer's Point?"
Rachel blinked. "I didn't know we would be doing that. I didn't want to sound all slutty being like 'Wanna come back to my place?'"
"And just what did you assume happened up here? Hand holding and singalongs?" Quinn asked. She wasn't trying to tease her, it was just kind of funny. "It was a good choice though. My car hasn't seen much action."
"Making out?" Rachel offered with a flush. "I didn't really think about it. I honestly just wanted to say I've been here. And now I can." Rachel grinned.
"I'm... really glad it was with me. Your first time here." Quinn's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"You just took a lot of my first times, Quinn. But I'm glad it was you, too." Rachel kissed the corner of her mouth. "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else."
The blonde was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry I don't have any... firsts for you."
"Nothing? You've done everything possible?" Rachel asked with a soft smile. "I will take that as a challenge to find things you have not done."
"I have not done everything." Quinn tried to appear offended, then rolled her eyes and smiled. "And, actually, I've never had sex in my car before. So, there you go."
"See. Already knocked one off your list. Had you had sex with a girl before?" Rachel asked, curious.
Quinn dropped her face down to hide it against Rachel's shoulder. "Yes. A couple times."
Rachel sat up a little and she couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. "Oh."
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC17
Length: 1300
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: Quinn and Rachel go... parking.
Notes: This started out as something quick and easy. It became long and epic. So, it will be posted in parts. These two just wouldn't STOP.
More notes: This is an old fic that we are moving from kben's journal to here, so you may have seen this before!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
They were in the car, the heater was on, the radio played just low enough to fill any silence, and Quinn had her hands on the wheel. "Where do you want to go?"
Rachel bit her bottom lip. She felt like she should be more nervous, but she couldn't think past wanting to make out.
"Palmer's Point?" It was the local make out spot that all the kids knew about.
Quinn already had the car in gear before the second word was out of Rachel's mouth. She suddenly couldn't think of any relevant topics to talk about, other than things related to kissing. Which would be just awkward. So, instead, she turned the radio up.
Rachel sang along softly, drumming on her bare knee. When they got there, Rachel was a little surprised how few people were there. She'd never been, but she's always imagined it to be packed.
"It's still early for a Friday night," Quinn explained, sensing Rachel's observation. "Not that I... come here a lot. I just know it's a party night." She pulled the car to stop and shut off the engine.
"Back?" Rachel asked, glancing towards Quinn much more comfortable back seat.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded, voice quiet. "Go ahead, I'll be right behind you."
Rachel struggled getting into the backseat, her skirt riding up. Finally she plopped down.
Quinn followed, equally as ungraceful, and actually fell forward into Rachel. "Sorry. This seems to be a bit of a theme... we've got to stop running into each other like this." She was already giggling at the ridiculousness of it before the sentence was finished.
Rachel completely ignored her comment and leaned forward, kissing her.
Taken a little by surprise (but not really), Quinn whimpered into the kiss. Her hands moved up over Rachel's shoulders while her lips and tongue moved against the other girl's mouth.
Rachel parted her lips for Quinn, giving her access. She shifted them both, so Quinn was in her lap.
When Rachel moved her, Quinn hit her head on the roof on the car, but it didn't phase her. One hand slipped behind the brunette's neck, fingers tangling in her hair.
Rachel winced when Quinn hit her head. "Are you okay?" She mumbled against her lips.
There was a slight nod. "Totally okay." The hand not behind Rachel's neck trailed down the front of her dress.
Rachel shivered a little bit and she wrapped her arms around Quinn, pulling her closer.
Quinn's kiss grew hungrier, she'd waited a long time for this and wanted to be patient, but she also wanted more. "Rach..."
"Mmhmm?" Rachel responded, her hand resting on Quinn's thigh, lightly running up and down it.
"If we..." Quinn panted, "get started..." Her teeth nipped lightly at Rachel's bottom lip. "I'm not going to want to stop."
"Is that a problem?" Rachel asked softly. Her hand slipped under Quinn's dress. "I mean, I'm okay with not stopping if you are." Her eyes were bright and her voice trembled a little. "But... you should know. I've never. Before."
"You... really?" Quinn pulled back to look at her. "We don't have to. I can wait." She pressed a kiss to Rachel's nose, then her forehead, then one cheek. "Whatever you want to do."
"I just said I wanted to, Quinn." Rachel said with a soft smirk. "I wasn't holding out for anything really. I just never... had the chance with someone I wanted it to happen with."
Quinn gazed down at her. "Okay. Because I really, really want to. I've been thinking about it for a while." She kissed the brunette, again.
Rachel made a soft sound into the kiss, her fingers skimming over her smooth thigh. When it reached her hip, she trailed back down.
The blonde cupped her hand over a breast, through the fabric of the dress. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, tongue meeting Rachel's, exploring her mouth.
Rachel let out a whimper, arching up into the exploring hand. She struggled for a moment, pulling her own sweater off. Then she slid down the straps on her dress, giving Quinn the ability to get into it if she wanted.
Quinn continued her exploration, moving away from Rachel's mouth and kissing along her jaw, then down her neck, lightly dragging her tongue over the pulse point, then down toward her shoulder. Her fingers toyed with the top edge of the dress, feeling both fabric and skin.
Rachel made a soft sound. "Quinn... please." She said softly.
Lips still pressed against the skin of Rachel's shoulder, Quinn dipped her hand down below the top of the dress, fingers running over soft bare skin.
Rachel whimpered, arching up. She was panting a little. A hand tangled in her hair.
The blonde's hand carefully cupped around Rachel's breast, the top of the dress pushing further down. Quinn kissed her way back up her neck, just below the ear.
"Quinn..." Rachel whimpered, her thigh shifting between Quinn's legs.
Her mouth was right on the brunette's ear. "Yeah?" Quinn rocked, just a little, against Rachel's thigh.
Soft pants were coming from Rachel. "I don't know." She said, flushing. She just knew she wanted to keep saying Quinn's name. And that that she wanted to press her thigh up, feeling Quinn's heat through her dress. She knew one more thing. "I- I don't want you seeing anyone else." It just came out. There. If they were going to have sex, Quinn was just hers. "If we- do this. Then I don't want there to be anyone else. Even if we don't... I don't want there to be anyone else."
Quinn laughed softly. "Rachel. Even when there was someone else, there was never anyone else." The leg between her thighs was making it a little difficult to pull her words together, but she needed to, right now. "Just you, just me. That's all I've wanted for a long time."
Rachel's cheeks exploded in a flush. "Oh." She said softly. "I didn't. I mean. Wow." Her eyes were wide, and a touch of a smile was on her lips. "Me too." She responded in almost a whisper.
Eyes closed, forehead resting against Rachel's, Quinn's hand slipped down to the leg that wasn't making her mind fuzzy, and pushed up under the hem. Her fingertips eased along the soft tan skin of the diva's thigh.
Rachel let out a sound that was inbetween a whimper and a giggle as the soft touches tickled her. She rocked her other leg against Quinn move, hands on her hips. "Yes." Was all she said, giving the girl permission to do whatever she wanted or planned on doing.
Quinn's hand moved higher until her fingers danced along the edge of Rachel's panties, at the top of her leg. Her lips pressed against the brunette's with needy, heavy kisses.
The kiss was returned with just as much need. Rachel opened her legs more, giving Quinn access.
Her hand moved toward the heat radiating from Rachel's center, fingers grazing over the fabric. The fact that it was damp did not escape Quinn's attention.
Rachel was panting a little. "Quinn..." She whined, shifting under her touch.
"I think... this might work better if we move." Quinn reluctantly pulled back from Rachel for a moment and grabbed her jacket, which she balled up and stuffed against one side of the seat. "Turn this way and lie down a little."
"Okay." She shifted down some, trying to do what Quinn said. Her skirt was riding up high and her hair was falling in her face. "Better?"
The blonde took in the sight of Rachel Berry, slightly disheveled in the backseat, and smiled. "Much better." She moved back over her, hand casually slipping back up under the dress, eyes on the girl's face. Once again, her fingers teased over the moist fabric, but a little more direct, this time.
Slender hips rolled at the touch and Rachel let out a pleading noise. She was aching between her legs and all of Quinn's light teasing was only making it worse.
Quinn was settled against Rachel, one arm tucked between them and the seat, legs tangled together. She gently grazed her teeth over the brunette's collarbone. Her fingers still worked outside the panties, but circled around the girl's clit.
Rachel's one hand was tangled in Quinn's blonde hair, her other hand holding the bicep of the arm that was touching her. She was breathing in short pants and her hips we jerking slightly. Her hand slid down the arm, resting over Quinn's hand.
"You okay?" Quinn wasn't sure if the touch was a sign to stop or keep going.
Rachel didn't say anything. Instead, she hooked her finger into the damp cotton and tugged it to the side, exposing herself to Quinn's hand.
"Oh." But it came out more like a moan than an actual verbal response. Quinn's fingers slid over the wetness, moving up to now make actual contact with the sensitive nub. She gently flicked her finger over it, dipped back lower, then back up again to circle it.
"Oh god yes." Rachel breathed out, her hips rolling some. She knew what Quinn was doing right now wasn't enough to get her off, but she didn't even care. Quinn was touching her. And that was all Rachel could make herself care about.
As much as Quinn didn't want to rush things, she also didn't want to torture Rachel. And, she could tell the smaller girl was anxious. She caught her lips in another kiss and her fingers trailed down again, her middle finger cautiously pushing past her entrance, slowly and easily. "God, you're so wet," she mumbled, then immediately flushed, because she hadn't meant to say that out loud, especially the first time, especially on a first date.
"You did it." Rachel mumbled back. "I don't think I've ever been this wet before." She moaned at the finger, arching up. "Careful." She whispered. "I think things are still intact up there."
"Just... tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" Quinn whispered back. She'd never been in this position before. Not on the giving end, anyway. And, when it had been her, she'd been drunk. She gently stroked in and out, not going too deep at this point, paying close attention to Rachel's reactions.
Rachel nodded, biting her lower lip. "Quinn..." She said softly. "I need... more than that." Her body was reacting and she was pretty sure she would die if Quinn kept being so damn careful.
"Sorry, I just... don't want to hurt you." The blonde cleared her throat. "Uh, more like, harder? Or more like, more..."
"Don't worry if you do, a little. Isn't it suppose to, the first time?" Rachel asked softly, looking up at her. "And both, I think. You're just. You're driving me crazy right now, Quinn."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh. "It's what I do best, isn't it?" There was another kiss, then she eased a second finger in with the first, pushing in a little, but not a lot, harder than the first time. "Better?"
"Yes." Came out more like a moan from Rachel then an actual word. "God." She rocked her hips, needed more inside of her. "Quinn..." She moaned, for no other reason then how good it felt to moan that name. When Quinn could actually hear her.
Hearing Rachel saying, or moaning, her name, was currently her biggest turn on, ever. Quinn made a few more shallow strokes, then kissed the brunette hard and needy, before pushing against the slight resistance she felt with her fingers.
A sharp intake a breath and tensing up for a moment. There was a slight ache, but it didn't last. Rachel thought for a moment how anti-climactic the actual taking of her virginity was. She's expected it to hurt a lot worse. To show she was okay, she rocked her hips again against slender fingers.
Once Rachel relaxed and began moving against her, Quinn became a little more aggressive with her movements. She hadn't had tons of sex or anything, but she'd had a little, enough to know the basics and hopefully seem slightly impressive. There was a rhythm set, between her strokes and Rachel's hips. Meanwhile, her own center was grinding against the brunette's leg.
Later, Rachel would like to think that it was too much all at once but she would normally touch Quinn at the same time. But in the moment, she was trying to make sure she didn't forget to breathe. She knew it wasn't going to take long, not with how this felt and how horny she was and the fact that it was someone else touching her. Rachel hoped she didn't embarrass herself by coming too soon.
Quinn pushed her fingers deep and slipped her thumb up around the girl's clit, working over it. Her own breath was slightly frantic. The idea of getting Rachel Berry off had already been a fantasy of hers. Knowing that she was, and that she was Rachel's first, had her bordering on a slight sexual power trip.
As soon as Quinn's thumb started working her clit, Rachel started trembling. She was right on the edge and was dying to fall off. "Oh god, Quinn. Fuck." She mumbled, not realizing she was swearing. Her hips jerked and she was pretty sure her thigh was getting wet from Quinn. And that feeling, her brain realizing that Quinn was soaking her thigh through her dress. That was what pushed Rachel Berry over into her first orgasm with another person. She came softly, her body doing most of the talking. But Quinn's name was on her lips, again and again as the waves crashed over her.
Much better than saying that name when the blonde was not straddling her thigh, knuckle deep in her.
Feeling Rachel's orgasm pushed Quinn well toward her own release, but it wasn't quite enough. She pressed her face into the brunette's neck and rocked hard against her leg. "Rachel..." Her hips bucked for more friction and she found just enough to push her over, and Quinn came against her, fingers still buried, dress tangled between them.
There was equal parts amazment that Quinn just came on her leg, and disappointment that she didn't get to touch her in Rachel's mind. She kissed Quinn's neck, still trying to calm herself down. She was pulsating around Quinn's fingers and it was keeping her turned on.
"How are you?" Quinn's breath was still heavy, but slowing. Her eyes drifted shut at the kisses on her skin. "Because I'm feeling pretty good right now."
"I didn't get to touch you." Rachel blurted out, pouting some. "It's not fair."
"Nobody's stopping you." Quinn carefully began to pull her fingers out of the other girl.
That caused Rachel to shudder and whimper softly. She slipped a hand up the pale thigh, cupping her through her panties. "Damn..."
Quinn groaned at the touch. "Well, I totally just got it on with a hot girl, what did you expect?"
Rachel laughed softly, rubbing the damp cloth. "You were so hot, just then. I mean, wow."
"Rach, if you're gonna do that... I need you..." She took the other girl's hand, reminiscent of what happened earlier, and pushed it down under the waistband of her underwear. "In here."
Rachel moaned at that, slipping her finger through the wet folds. She went right for Quinn's clit, stroking it lightly.
One hand was still sandwiched somewhere between the girls and the seat, but Quinn's other hand now gripped Rachel's hip. Her mouth busied itself with the skin just below Rachel's shoulder, licking and sucking, while her body arched against nimble fingers.
Rachel went off of what she knew she liked when she was doing this to herself, and reading Quinn's body language. She rubbed quick circles around her clit, making soft sounds at all the attention Quinn was giving her shoulder. Rachel slid down her fingers and carefully teased her entrance. She was curious. She knew Quinn was so not a virgin anymore, and she wondered if she would feel different because she'd had a baby.
"Yes... please, Rachel..." Quinn groaned against her skin. She so badly wanted to feel the other girl inside of her. Again, something she'd fantasized about. "I need you..."
"Oh-okay." Rachel breathed out, carefully pushing a finger all the way inside of her. "Is, is that okay?" She asked softly, not wanting to hurt her. When she let her brain catch up, she realized she had a finger inside of Quinn. And it was tight and wet and hot and Rachel was pretty sure she'd just ruined her underwear. "God, Quinn. You feel amazing."
"Rachel?" Quinn mumbled.
"Yeah?" Rachel replied, starting to move her finger.
"You're driving me crazy," she replied, echoing what the brunette said earlier. "You can do a lot more than that. You're not going to hurt me." Quinn kissed Rachel's cheek. "I trust you."
Rachel couldn't help but smile. "Okay." She added a second finger, then started pumping her fingers at a steady, but a little faster, of a pace. There would be time for slow later.
"Oh my god." Quinn rolled her hips, trying to get Rachel's fingers deeper into her. "Yes..." There was a series of pants and whimpers that came from her with each thrust of the hand.
"You are really wet." Rachel mumbled, amazed. She was in intense concentration, just like when she sang, and twisted her fingers some, then curled them inside of Quinn.
She groaned at the motion, body jerking slightly, her grip still on Rachel's hip. "You're... pretty good at that for not having done it to anyone before," Quinn whimpered.
"I read a lot." Rachel mumbled, pumping her fingers in and out. Her thumb rubbed against her clit.
Quinn already knew she wouldn't last much longer, and the added stimulation just sent her over the edge. "Yes, god, Rach," the words tumbled out of her mouth in random order.
Rachel rides out the orgasm with her, her eyes wide and glossy from watching Quinn orgasm. "Wow." She whispered. And she meant it, watching Quinn fall, knowing that she caused it, was wow worthy.
The blonde's head nodded in agreement, because words weren't really happening at the moment. She kissed Rachel's shoulder, then her neck, then sought out her lips, because she really, really needed to kiss her.
The diva kissed her back eagerly, stilling her fingers, but not pulling them out just yet.
Quinn finally broke away and rested her head on Rachel's shoulder, heart still racing, breath still heavy. "Breathing is... good." Her hand moved up, away from the girl's hip, to her side, then slipped around her back. She just wanted to hold on to her.
Rachel carefully pulled her fingers out of Quinn, wiping them on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"Yes. Very much okay." Quinn nuzzled Rachel's skin. "You?" Her breathing had begun to even out and now she was just caught up in the glow of the moment.
"I don't think I have ever been so okay in my entire life." Rachel mumbled, stroking Quinn's back.
Quinn smiled and snuggled into her. "This is even better than how I imagined tonight could have turned out." She giggled. "Even if I did wipe out on the ice, again."
"It was cute." Rachel said with a smile. "And I did not really expect this to happen on date one. How can I top it with date two?"
"I guess we did move pretty fast, didn't we? I mean, I've never... not on a first date." The time with Puck didn't count, in her mind. Quinn pushed herself up a bit to look Rachel in the eye. "Don't go thinking I'm easy or anything."
"Does that make me slutty? Cause I've never at all." Rachel grinned.
"Nope. And I'd punch anyone who ever said you were." Quinn cracked a smile, but she was kind of serious.
"You are very violent, Quinn." Rachel sat up a little, kissing her bottom lip. "So, since we've already gotten this out of the way, we can do it again, right? Like. A lot."
"I'm just saying I'd defending your honor. And I'm not violent. The girl I hit during that game threw the first punch." The blonde settled back into Rachel. "Yeah, we can do it again. A lot. But maybe not always crammed into the backseat. There are plenty of other places I'd be willing to try out."
"My dads are out of town a lot, if you ever want to get super adventurous and try a bed. Or a couch... or floor. I've heard things about counter tops." Rachel tilted her head and seemed to be going through a mental list of all the places in her house they could have sex.
"Also, you know, maybe we can try hanging out and just doing other stuff." She reached up to play with Rachel's hair. "You know, just to be controversial. I'm really good at Pictionary."
"Wait, we're suppose to like, talk and hang out and stuff? I don't know if I'm down with that." Rachel said, smirking a little. Her dark eyes were taking in Quinn. "I could kick your ass at karaoke."
"Normally, I'd scoff and suggest you bring it. But I know you'd win." Quinn sat up just enough to check the clock on the dashboard. "I should have asked earlier, but do you need to be home at a certain time?"
"My dads are out of town, so no." Rachel replied easily. "Do you?"
Quinn shook her head. "It's Friday. My sister doesn't care how long I stay out on Fridays as long as I don't 'come home pregnant.' Her words."
Rachel let out a laugh. "At least she never has to worry about that again."
"She thought it was hilarious when she said it." Quinn realized something. "Your dads are out of town? And we ended up cramped in the backseat of my car at Palmer's Point?"
Rachel blinked. "I didn't know we would be doing that. I didn't want to sound all slutty being like 'Wanna come back to my place?'"
"And just what did you assume happened up here? Hand holding and singalongs?" Quinn asked. She wasn't trying to tease her, it was just kind of funny. "It was a good choice though. My car hasn't seen much action."
"Making out?" Rachel offered with a flush. "I didn't really think about it. I honestly just wanted to say I've been here. And now I can." Rachel grinned.
"I'm... really glad it was with me. Your first time here." Quinn's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"You just took a lot of my first times, Quinn. But I'm glad it was you, too." Rachel kissed the corner of her mouth. "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else."
The blonde was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry I don't have any... firsts for you."
"Nothing? You've done everything possible?" Rachel asked with a soft smile. "I will take that as a challenge to find things you have not done."
"I have not done everything." Quinn tried to appear offended, then rolled her eyes and smiled. "And, actually, I've never had sex in my car before. So, there you go."
"See. Already knocked one off your list. Had you had sex with a girl before?" Rachel asked, curious.
Quinn dropped her face down to hide it against Rachel's shoulder. "Yes. A couple times."
Rachel sat up a little and she couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. "Oh."