FIC: Your Face is Full of Lies
Title: Your Face is Full of Lies
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and also there's a MAJOR dub-con warning here. So, not for the faint of heart.)
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel (mentions of Quinn/Santana)
Prompts: Quinn/Rachel, loathing
Summary: The months almost over and Quinn still hasn't managed to win the bed.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd probably go at it like bunnies. In a much nicer way, mind you.
A/N: Okay so this was probably the hardest one this series for me to write and I hope you guys don't hate me after it. It takes place between I'm a Trainwreck Waiting to Happen and Something in Your Head You've Been Fighting. So you might want to read those before you read this one. At least to understand the motivations behind it. The prompt is from femslash_today's porn battle. Comments are love.
They're laying in Rachel's bed watching a movie and Quinn's itching to leave. She wants to be doing a million other things at this moment, drinking with Santana, getting high with Brittany, sleeping the evening away until dinner. Anything but sitting here with Rachel in her arms watching What Dreams May Come. She'd leave, but she knows she can't. It's been almost a month since she made the bet with Santana and she still hasn't managed to get under Rachel's skirt.
It isn't her fault, really. She knows Rachel is interested. In fact, she's done all she can to make sure Rachel is completely into her. She's been ever the attentive, doting friend. They do their homework together every evening and Quinn feigns interest as Rachel goes on and on about whatever it is that she talks about. Most of the time when they're together, Quinn's under the influence of...something just to make it bearable and she really can't recall whatever it is that Rachel says most days. But it seems to work because Rachel's nothing but smiles when they're together. Which is good because Quinn's pulled out all of the stops, even going as far as to invite Rachel to eat with her and the other Cheerios at lunch. The other girls don't like it, but for whatever reason it amuses Santana. So, they don't have a choice. They pretend to be her friend and offer to bring her along with them as they go shopping and Rachel seems oblivious to their evil smirks and shared looks because she's too busy making eyes at Quinn. And Quinn eats it up because it will just make bedding the girl that much sweeter and the dejected look on Finn's face when Rachel saunters up to Quinn first in the mornings at school and skips eating lunch with him in favor of the cheerleaders' table and sits next to Quinn in glee is just the icing on a delicious piece of cake for Quinn.
Two weeks is all it takes for Quinn to catch Rachel's dark eyes lingering on her body a little longer than is proper for friendly interest and it makes her skin crawl. She wants to slap Rachel for daring to look at her like that, but instead she encourages it and starts to change in front of the other girl, careful to hide her scars of course, and she starts to touch Rachel. Nothing blatant, just casual caresses that turn into lingering hugs and eventually cuddling while they watch movies or lay next to each other in Rachel's bed. Quinn let's her fingers trail over the soft, tanned skin trying her hardest to choke back the bile and she washes her clothes almost daily so that she doesn't smell like her. It's not like Rachel notices. Nope, she's oblivious and happy and when she presses against Quinn, the blonde can practically hear her heart beating faster. It fills Quinn with a sick sense of satisfaction. And helps her past the repulsion and she starts to crave Rachel's attention when she doesn't have it and that only makes her loathe Rachel for making her feel this way. Making her want this because she's Quinn Fabray.
And Quinn Fabray would never want Rachel Berry.
The movie's over and she just wants to bolt, but instead she stays put, feeling Rachel's nails rake lightly against the inside of the forearm draped loosely around the brunette's waist. She's talking about how she would hope that her "someone special" would willingly go to the depths of Hell, if Jewish people actually believed in Hell of course, just to save her soul. It takes everything in Quinn not to tell her she really isn't that special and that she shouldn't count on anyone doing that for her ever. Especially not Finn because he can barely manage to make it to school on time most days. Only that would kind of defeat her cause and there's only four days left to the month as Santana not so kindly reminded her as they fucked the afternoon away earlier before Quinn went back to school to offer Rachel a ride home. And she really can't wait to be captain of the Cheerios again and knock that smug bitch, Santana Lopez, back to second best where she belongs. So, it's time to move this along and then she can drop this act and Rachel Berry all together because Quinn isn't sure how much longer she can keep this up.
Dark eyes are looking up at her expectantly because Rachel is waiting for her to chime in. Quinn knows this is the perfect opportunity and instead of answering she leans in and presses her lips to Rachel's. She can tell the other girl is surprised before she kind of freezes for a moment, but Quinn's skilled at this and knows she'd take the gold in making out if it were an Olympic sport. So, she is undeterred. She lets her fingertips slide along Rachel's jaw coaxingly and then Rachel's kissing back, her mouth opening to Quinn's tongue and her soft moans are slipping past Quinn's lips.
She's lets Rachel really get into kissing her before she lets her hands start to wander. First to Rachel's small breasts. The nipples harden almost instantly and all Quinn can think is, slut. She teases them through the thin cotton of Rachel's shirt and bra, enjoying how Rachel's hips buck into the air and her legs practically spread on their own. This is going to be a lot easier than she thought. She let's one hand trail down Rachel's stomach and up under her skirt while the other pinches at her nipple. Rachel arches up into her touch, moaning noisily in the back of her throat and her legs spread even more. Quinn takes that as an invitation and cups the warmth between them.
A hand reaches down and pulls hers away, setting it on Rachel's stomach. Rachel never breaks the kiss and Quinn is confused. Eventually, Rachel's hand slips away, moving through blonde locks as she sucks on Quinn's tongue. The taller girl actually moans at that, surprising them both. Annoyed that she let herself get caught up, Quinn moves her hand again with more determination, but Rachel's hand is there again, moving it away. Growling, the blonde tries again and then again before pulling away from the kiss.
"What the hell, Man-er Rachel?"
Rachel looks taken aback, her eyes going wide as she frowns. "I...what?"
"What do you mean 'what?'" Quinn snaps. "Why did you keep moving my hand?"
"Oh! Well...I mean...isn't this a little fast?"
Quinn really does want to slap Rachel. Doesn't she get how this works? She's seen the look on Finn's face when he's around Rachel and she knows that he's probably gotten a lot further with her than he ever did with Quinn. "Fast? I thought you wanted me. You sure kissed me like you wanted me."
"I do. It's not that. It's just-"
"Just what? That you're a fucking tease? Or maybe you just kissed me to use it against me. Is that what it is, Rachel?"
Rachel looks like she wants to cry and Quinn kind of wishes that she would. "What?! No! I would never do that!"
"Then what? Am I not good enough for you? I mean I thought we were getting close, but maybe I was wrong."
"No, you weren't wrong, Quinn. You so weren't wrong. I just...I wasn't expecting you to kiss me and now..."
"Now what? You just said you want me. You said we were close-"
"We are!" Rachel cries out desperately, grabbing onto Quinn's arm, her eyes begging Quinn to believe her.
"Then I don't understand what the problem is. Don't you trust me?" Quinn says with just the right hint of hurt to her voice. She knows that this is probably going too far, but she'll do whatever she has to to get into Rachel's panties and win that bet and she can already see the walls begin to crumble.
"I do," Rachel almost whispers.
And then Quinn uses her ace in the hole. She pulls away from Rachel completely and stands. She schools her features to look sad and rejected and moves away from the bed. "Look, Rachel. I'm really sorry. I think I've made a mistake today. I thought you liked me, but I was clearly reading the signals wrong. I should probably go. Sorry, if this makes things awkward. Maybe we should go back to not being friends..." Her words trail as she walks across the room to the door.
"Quinn, wait!" Rachel calls out and Quinn almost can't stop the grin that wants to spread triumphantly across her lips.
She takes a moment to control her excitement. Victory is just within her reach. She can almost taste it. She turns and eyes Rachel warily. "Yes?"
She can see Rachel hesitate for just a second before taking a deep breath. "Don't...don't go. Please? You weren't wrong and I...I want you to stay."
God, Rachel really is easy.
Quinn wastes no time climbing back on the bed, mostly because if Rachel changes her mind again, Quinn will have an even harder time the next time she tries. Quinn slips her tongue back into Rachel's mouth and this time the brunette seems even more eager.
She pulls Rachel's panties off, eliminating her ability to say no again and to her credit, Rachel only freezes for a moment before she leans up and pulls Quinn down for another kiss. Her fingers find Rachel's slit and slide as they move up and down, teasing Rachel's clit before moving lower and then deep inside.
Rachel yelps in pain as Quinn's fingers break through the barrier.
The sick pleasure that has been coursing through Quinn's body at this exchange grows exponentially. She feels like she hit the fucking jackpot. Captain of the Cheerios again and Rachel Berry's virginity all in one. This bet was so worth it. She wonders what Finn would say if he found out she had gotten there first. He'd probably be pissed. God, she wished she could see his face when he heard the news.
She moves her fingers fast and deep, watching as Rachel pants, trying to adjust and push past the pain, but Quinn won't relent. "Do you want me to stop?" She grunts.
Dark eyes open and meet hers. "No," Rachel squeaks out, shaking her head, but Quinn can see that she really wants to say yes. Only she doesn't. So, Quinn's fingers keep moving.
Rachel's pants eventually turn to moans as Quinn's thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. She can hear Rachel's moans grow in crescendo and soon she arching off the bed, and moaning out her release. Quinn pulls her fingers out almost immediately before she stands. Rachel's still moaning and shuddering and by the time she opens her eyes, Quinn is already opening the door. She scrambles to cover her exposed lower half before her big, brown eyes look at Quinn in confusion.
"Where are you going?" she asks, her voice small.
Quinn doesn't even bother to turn around. "I need a shower. It's almost time for supper," she says over her shoulder and then she's slipping out of the door and into the hall. She gathers fresh clothes from her room and then moves to the bathroom.
She washes her skin for an hour, trying to get Rachel's scent and touch off of her.
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and also there's a MAJOR dub-con warning here. So, not for the faint of heart.)
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel (mentions of Quinn/Santana)
Prompts: Quinn/Rachel, loathing
Summary: The months almost over and Quinn still hasn't managed to win the bed.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd probably go at it like bunnies. In a much nicer way, mind you.
A/N: Okay so this was probably the hardest one this series for me to write and I hope you guys don't hate me after it. It takes place between I'm a Trainwreck Waiting to Happen and Something in Your Head You've Been Fighting. So you might want to read those before you read this one. At least to understand the motivations behind it. The prompt is from femslash_today's porn battle. Comments are love.
They're laying in Rachel's bed watching a movie and Quinn's itching to leave. She wants to be doing a million other things at this moment, drinking with Santana, getting high with Brittany, sleeping the evening away until dinner. Anything but sitting here with Rachel in her arms watching What Dreams May Come. She'd leave, but she knows she can't. It's been almost a month since she made the bet with Santana and she still hasn't managed to get under Rachel's skirt.
It isn't her fault, really. She knows Rachel is interested. In fact, she's done all she can to make sure Rachel is completely into her. She's been ever the attentive, doting friend. They do their homework together every evening and Quinn feigns interest as Rachel goes on and on about whatever it is that she talks about. Most of the time when they're together, Quinn's under the influence of...something just to make it bearable and she really can't recall whatever it is that Rachel says most days. But it seems to work because Rachel's nothing but smiles when they're together. Which is good because Quinn's pulled out all of the stops, even going as far as to invite Rachel to eat with her and the other Cheerios at lunch. The other girls don't like it, but for whatever reason it amuses Santana. So, they don't have a choice. They pretend to be her friend and offer to bring her along with them as they go shopping and Rachel seems oblivious to their evil smirks and shared looks because she's too busy making eyes at Quinn. And Quinn eats it up because it will just make bedding the girl that much sweeter and the dejected look on Finn's face when Rachel saunters up to Quinn first in the mornings at school and skips eating lunch with him in favor of the cheerleaders' table and sits next to Quinn in glee is just the icing on a delicious piece of cake for Quinn.
Two weeks is all it takes for Quinn to catch Rachel's dark eyes lingering on her body a little longer than is proper for friendly interest and it makes her skin crawl. She wants to slap Rachel for daring to look at her like that, but instead she encourages it and starts to change in front of the other girl, careful to hide her scars of course, and she starts to touch Rachel. Nothing blatant, just casual caresses that turn into lingering hugs and eventually cuddling while they watch movies or lay next to each other in Rachel's bed. Quinn let's her fingers trail over the soft, tanned skin trying her hardest to choke back the bile and she washes her clothes almost daily so that she doesn't smell like her. It's not like Rachel notices. Nope, she's oblivious and happy and when she presses against Quinn, the blonde can practically hear her heart beating faster. It fills Quinn with a sick sense of satisfaction. And helps her past the repulsion and she starts to crave Rachel's attention when she doesn't have it and that only makes her loathe Rachel for making her feel this way. Making her want this because she's Quinn Fabray.
And Quinn Fabray would never want Rachel Berry.
The movie's over and she just wants to bolt, but instead she stays put, feeling Rachel's nails rake lightly against the inside of the forearm draped loosely around the brunette's waist. She's talking about how she would hope that her "someone special" would willingly go to the depths of Hell, if Jewish people actually believed in Hell of course, just to save her soul. It takes everything in Quinn not to tell her she really isn't that special and that she shouldn't count on anyone doing that for her ever. Especially not Finn because he can barely manage to make it to school on time most days. Only that would kind of defeat her cause and there's only four days left to the month as Santana not so kindly reminded her as they fucked the afternoon away earlier before Quinn went back to school to offer Rachel a ride home. And she really can't wait to be captain of the Cheerios again and knock that smug bitch, Santana Lopez, back to second best where she belongs. So, it's time to move this along and then she can drop this act and Rachel Berry all together because Quinn isn't sure how much longer she can keep this up.
Dark eyes are looking up at her expectantly because Rachel is waiting for her to chime in. Quinn knows this is the perfect opportunity and instead of answering she leans in and presses her lips to Rachel's. She can tell the other girl is surprised before she kind of freezes for a moment, but Quinn's skilled at this and knows she'd take the gold in making out if it were an Olympic sport. So, she is undeterred. She lets her fingertips slide along Rachel's jaw coaxingly and then Rachel's kissing back, her mouth opening to Quinn's tongue and her soft moans are slipping past Quinn's lips.
She's lets Rachel really get into kissing her before she lets her hands start to wander. First to Rachel's small breasts. The nipples harden almost instantly and all Quinn can think is, slut. She teases them through the thin cotton of Rachel's shirt and bra, enjoying how Rachel's hips buck into the air and her legs practically spread on their own. This is going to be a lot easier than she thought. She let's one hand trail down Rachel's stomach and up under her skirt while the other pinches at her nipple. Rachel arches up into her touch, moaning noisily in the back of her throat and her legs spread even more. Quinn takes that as an invitation and cups the warmth between them.
A hand reaches down and pulls hers away, setting it on Rachel's stomach. Rachel never breaks the kiss and Quinn is confused. Eventually, Rachel's hand slips away, moving through blonde locks as she sucks on Quinn's tongue. The taller girl actually moans at that, surprising them both. Annoyed that she let herself get caught up, Quinn moves her hand again with more determination, but Rachel's hand is there again, moving it away. Growling, the blonde tries again and then again before pulling away from the kiss.
"What the hell, Man-er Rachel?"
Rachel looks taken aback, her eyes going wide as she frowns. "I...what?"
"What do you mean 'what?'" Quinn snaps. "Why did you keep moving my hand?"
"Oh! Well...I mean...isn't this a little fast?"
Quinn really does want to slap Rachel. Doesn't she get how this works? She's seen the look on Finn's face when he's around Rachel and she knows that he's probably gotten a lot further with her than he ever did with Quinn. "Fast? I thought you wanted me. You sure kissed me like you wanted me."
"I do. It's not that. It's just-"
"Just what? That you're a fucking tease? Or maybe you just kissed me to use it against me. Is that what it is, Rachel?"
Rachel looks like she wants to cry and Quinn kind of wishes that she would. "What?! No! I would never do that!"
"Then what? Am I not good enough for you? I mean I thought we were getting close, but maybe I was wrong."
"No, you weren't wrong, Quinn. You so weren't wrong. I just...I wasn't expecting you to kiss me and now..."
"Now what? You just said you want me. You said we were close-"
"We are!" Rachel cries out desperately, grabbing onto Quinn's arm, her eyes begging Quinn to believe her.
"Then I don't understand what the problem is. Don't you trust me?" Quinn says with just the right hint of hurt to her voice. She knows that this is probably going too far, but she'll do whatever she has to to get into Rachel's panties and win that bet and she can already see the walls begin to crumble.
"I do," Rachel almost whispers.
And then Quinn uses her ace in the hole. She pulls away from Rachel completely and stands. She schools her features to look sad and rejected and moves away from the bed. "Look, Rachel. I'm really sorry. I think I've made a mistake today. I thought you liked me, but I was clearly reading the signals wrong. I should probably go. Sorry, if this makes things awkward. Maybe we should go back to not being friends..." Her words trail as she walks across the room to the door.
"Quinn, wait!" Rachel calls out and Quinn almost can't stop the grin that wants to spread triumphantly across her lips.
She takes a moment to control her excitement. Victory is just within her reach. She can almost taste it. She turns and eyes Rachel warily. "Yes?"
She can see Rachel hesitate for just a second before taking a deep breath. "Don't...don't go. Please? You weren't wrong and I...I want you to stay."
God, Rachel really is easy.
Quinn wastes no time climbing back on the bed, mostly because if Rachel changes her mind again, Quinn will have an even harder time the next time she tries. Quinn slips her tongue back into Rachel's mouth and this time the brunette seems even more eager.
She pulls Rachel's panties off, eliminating her ability to say no again and to her credit, Rachel only freezes for a moment before she leans up and pulls Quinn down for another kiss. Her fingers find Rachel's slit and slide as they move up and down, teasing Rachel's clit before moving lower and then deep inside.
Rachel yelps in pain as Quinn's fingers break through the barrier.
The sick pleasure that has been coursing through Quinn's body at this exchange grows exponentially. She feels like she hit the fucking jackpot. Captain of the Cheerios again and Rachel Berry's virginity all in one. This bet was so worth it. She wonders what Finn would say if he found out she had gotten there first. He'd probably be pissed. God, she wished she could see his face when he heard the news.
She moves her fingers fast and deep, watching as Rachel pants, trying to adjust and push past the pain, but Quinn won't relent. "Do you want me to stop?" She grunts.
Dark eyes open and meet hers. "No," Rachel squeaks out, shaking her head, but Quinn can see that she really wants to say yes. Only she doesn't. So, Quinn's fingers keep moving.
Rachel's pants eventually turn to moans as Quinn's thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. She can hear Rachel's moans grow in crescendo and soon she arching off the bed, and moaning out her release. Quinn pulls her fingers out almost immediately before she stands. Rachel's still moaning and shuddering and by the time she opens her eyes, Quinn is already opening the door. She scrambles to cover her exposed lower half before her big, brown eyes look at Quinn in confusion.
"Where are you going?" she asks, her voice small.
Quinn doesn't even bother to turn around. "I need a shower. It's almost time for supper," she says over her shoulder and then she's slipping out of the door and into the hall. She gathers fresh clothes from her room and then moves to the bathroom.
She washes her skin for an hour, trying to get Rachel's scent and touch off of her.