Fic: Quinn and Rachel Make a...Documentary
Title: Quinn and Rachel Make a…Documentary
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry
Rating: NC-17 - for reenacted documentaries
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.
A/N 1: This is the sequel to 'Make Her Blush'. Written for a very convincing person named relvoxballroom. Otherwise known as an evil, evil, bb.
A/N 2: In this fic Quinn and Rachel are trying to one up each other and make the other blush.
A/N 3: Umm, nothing? Hope everyone enjoys!
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Rachel arrives on the Fabray doorstep at 7:59 for an 8:00 date. She was nothing if not punctual. Blowing into her hands, she makes sure to check her breath. Not that she and Quinn would absolutely be kissing, but a girl can dream.
“Perfect,” she says when the smell of minty goodness bounces off her hand and into her nostrils.
Bringing up her left wrist, she watches as her new digital watch counts up from 7:59:55 to 8:00:00 then promptly knocks on the door.
She fists her hands at her sides as nervousness began to make its presence known. Moments later, the door swooshes open and Rachel takes in the sight of Quinn Fabray.
“Beautiful,” she mutters without even thinking. Quinn’s dressed in a tight red dress that shows off all of her curves. A black accessory belt rest on her waist, accentuating the hips that lie just below. Three inch stiletto heels adorn her feet, making her even taller. She caps everything off with sinfully red lipstick that her parents would not approve of.
“Thanks,” Quinn says quietly. She brushes by Rachel, hoping the brunette can’t see the pink dusting her cheeks at the compliment that caught her off guard.
Of course, Rachel sees it and smiles at her little victory. Rachel: 1, Quinn: 0. Actually, scratch that. Rachel: 2, Quinn: 0.
Rachel follows behind the shapely blonde, eyes catching sight of a very round ass. Where did that ass come from? Why hasn’t she noticed it before? She thought she’d noticed everything there is to notice about Quinn. She tilts her head to the side as dirty images of squeezing, poking, and biting, yes, biting, crosses her mind.
A quick glance over her shoulder alerts Quinn as to what Rachel was looking at and it certainly wasn’t the back of her head. She chuckles internally because this was her plan all along. Quinn knew she had a nice ass. She didn’t wear jeans very often so others did not know just how great her ass was. However, this tight dress shows it off perfectly.
In the most seductive tone she could muster, she calls two simple words to Rachel over her shoulder. “Down, girl.”
She pauses and waits for a reaction.
Eyes like saucers snap up to Quinn’s own. “Huh?” is the ineloquent response. “What ass? I -I mean, I wasn’t…staring.”
Quinn laughs lowly at Rachel’s rising blush and continues to walk towards the car. Rachel: 2, Quinn: 1. She slips in before the shorter girl and buckles her seat belt. Rachel files into the car seconds after Quinn does and situates herself before putting her key in the ignition.
“So, where are we going anyway?” Quinn asks as she peers over towards the driver’s side.
Leaning back in her seat, Rachel briefly regarded Quinn before she put the car in drive and pulled off. “I was thinking about dinner. Maybe a movie, if you’re up for it.”
“If I’m up for it?” Quinn asks, taking the bait. “I’m up for anything, Rachel.”
Rachel nods as her attention is focused on the road. Quinn, however, is focused on her. She silently rakes her eyes over the brunette’s petite body. She starts at her feet, noticing that the shorter girl was wearing more fashionable shoes. Her eyes drink in long, tan legs that finally disappear at mid-thigh under a short skirt. Travelling up her torso, Quinn watches two swells of flesh under a tight sweater heave up and down. Up and down. She ends her optical trek of the girl’s body with Rachel’s teased hair. The first thing Quinn thinks is that the shorter girl looks as if she’s just been bedded.
Unconsciously, she licks her lips. “You look…hot, Rach.”
It had been a long week for the blonde. Admitting that she wanted the brunette after that little show she put on in the cafeteria had been the hardest thing Quinn thinks she’s ever had to do. She had been so antagonistic towards the smaller girl in the past that an attraction never even occurred to her. But it was there all along. Quinn acted like a five year old boy that was pulling the pigtails of a girl he liked. But she admitted her attraction now. Owned it. She wanted Rachel and she was sure as hell going to get what she wanted.
Rachel’s hormones begin go haywire at Quinn’s compliment and she voices her thanks in a squeaky voice.
They continue with small talk until Rachel pulls up to the restaurant. Quinn unbuckles her seat belt before she grabs the handle of the car door.
“I’ll get that,” Rachel tells her as she quickly gets out of the car. She makes her way over to Quinn’s side and opens her car door. Quinn steps out and leans in close to Rachel. “Thanks a lot, Rach.” She kisses her lightly on the cheek before walking off in the direction of the restaurant. Knowing the shorter girl is watching, she makes sure to sway her hips the entire way.
Coughing her blush away, Rachel replies to her throatily. “Try harder, Fabray.”
“Oh, I will. We have all night.”
The couple walks into the restaurant and orders a booth. Ordering their food, they patiently wait while it’s being prepared.
A question that’s been burning a hole in Quinn’s brain finally gets voiced. “Rach?”
“Hmm?”
“That ‘documentary’ that you saw? It was a porno wasn’t it?”
Rachel told her to try harder and try harder is exactly what Quinn did. Flushing and averting her eyes Rachel’s responds. “Umm, define pornography, Quinn. I am quite certain that the film that I watched did not meet the criterion needed for it to be considered-”
She was cut off by her own sharp intake of breath as Quinn leaned over towards her ear. “It’s considered porn if you watched it for gratification, Rach. If it had you wet and squirming in your seat,” she whispers huskily into the girl’s ear.
“To be fair, Quinn,” Rachel replies shakily, “I wasn’t seated while I was watching. I was in a more…reclined position.”
Quinn’s rapidly darkening hazel eyes slip shut briefly as she pictures Rachel lying on her bed with her hand between her legs. She moans quietly, practically smelling sex in the room she’s conjured up in her mind.
Opening her eyes, she’s met with darkening brown ones. She watches a pink tongue dart out to wet a bottom lip before disappearing back into that mysterious mouth.
Riveted, she begins to lean forward…
A loud and well placed clearing of the throat causes Rachel and Quinn to jump away from each other. They both look up to see the waitress smirking down at them with an arched eyebrow. Both girls flush hotly under the scrutiny. The waitress takes pity on the girls, however, and merely places their food on the table and leaves without a word. Waitress: 1, Rachel & Quinn: 0.
The dinner consisted of racy comments and teasing touches. By the time the meal was over, both girls were stumbling out of the restaurant, trying to make it to the car.
“Take me to your house,” Quinn says lowly as she buckles her seat belt and trains intense eyes forward.
“What about the movie?”
She growls lowly with impatience. “I don’t care about a movie.”
“But Quinn, on a date it is pertinent that you stick to the itinerary or else you will not achieve the most favorable outcome.”
Deciding on a different tactic, Quinn levels Rachel with a telling gaze. Her mother always told her honesty was the best policy. “I want to fuck. More specifically, I want to fuck you.”
The heat from Quinn’s stare pools right between Rachel’s legs as she swallows thickly at the blonde’s words. “T-that can be arranged.” She turns the car on, puts it in drive and pulls off toward the direction of her house.
“Are your dads home?” Rachel can tell that the blonde is horny. Her sentences have been short and abrupt ever since they left the restaurant. Her voice has become more authoritative. Every time she says something Rachel gets wetter…and wetter.
“No,” she breathes. “They’re out of town.”
A curt nod. “Good.”
The car ride is silent, Quinn stewing in her own arousal and Rachel doing very much the same thing. When they make it to Rachel’s house they practically run to the door. Rachel manages to open it despite Quinn’s wandering hands. She enters, followed by Quinn and turns to close the door. Suddenly she finds herself being sandwiched between the door and a soft, voluptuous body.
She rests her forehead against the cool surface of the door, trying not to burn from the heat coming from Quinn at her back.
“You couldn’t wait?” she questions with a throaty chuckle.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Monday,” is the reply as Quinn drags her hands down Rachel’s sides.
“Fuck,” Rachel whispers as a hand begins to rub her back and forth over her skirt. “We really…need to go to my room.”
“Stop making me wait, Rach.”
Rachel moans loudly when Quinn thrusts her hand up her shirt, past her bra. She’s rubbing a rock hard nipple between two fingers and it’s driving Rachel crazy. “I’m not,” she pants, hips thrusting forward unconsciously. “I just…need a bed. Take me to bed, Quinn.”
At those words, Quinn takes action. She yanks the brunette from the door and practically drags her up the stairs. “Where’s your room?”
When they make it to Rachel’s room Quinn wastes no time. She steps out of her heels at the same time she notices dark eyes on her as Rachel sits on the bed. Deciding she could waste a little time, she turns around to face Rachel. Looking her directly in the eye, she slowly undoes the belt at her waist, letting it fall to her feet.
“More,” the diva demands in a low voice.
Never one to disappoint Quinn turns her back to Rachel, reaches behind herself and unzips the dress all the way down to her ass. Chocolate eyes roam over the smooth expanse of the blonde’s back noticing that Quinn isn’t wearing a bra.
“Yes…” she whispers to herself. “Quinn, take the dress off please.”
Quinn does as she’s told then slowly turns around to face Rachel. “C’mere.”
As soon as she makes it between the brunette’s legs, greedy hands grasp her sides. Rachel presses a gentle kiss just above the blonde’s navel. “You’re gorgeous, Quinn. So beautiful.”
“I want to see you,” Quinn sighs as cool lips press against her warm skin. Her abs coil and twist as she tugs at Rachel’s collar lightly. “I need to see.”
Quickly removing her top, Rachel moves right back to the task at hand. She cups two breasts within her palms, feeling the weight of them. Taking two fingers, she roughly pinches two hard peaks.
Quinn yelps loudly as she tosses her head back. “No fair. You’re not naked, Rach.”
“Sorry,” Rachel replies, not an ounce of remorse in her voice. A warm mouth closes around a pink nipple and Quinn groans at the sensation.
Lightly sucking on the nipple in her mouth, Rachel reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra before sliding it down her arms. She begins to suck more firmly alternating between a gentle bite and flicking her tongue around the bud. Slim fingers weave through her hair, holding her in place.
She manages to unzip the side zip of her skirt without interrupting the pleasure she was giving the girl in front of her. But she can’t get it off.
“Quinn, baby. I can’t get my skirt off in this position.”
“I’ll do it,” she murmurs as she kneels before the smaller girl, removing her skirt and panties in one shot.
Standing, she pushes Rachel back onto the bed as she climbs on top. “About time,” the taller girl whispers before she roughly claims the brunette’s mouth.
Rachel allows Quinn to dominate the kiss, content to roam her hands along her back. She rakes her nails down the blonde’s back and Quinn arches into her touch.
Squeezing the ass she’s been staring at all night, she teases the taller girl. “Why Quinn, what a nice ass you have.”
Said girl pulls back with a lazy grin plastered on her face. “The better to get you into bed with.” She then leans down and begins nipping at Rachel’s neck.
“Y-you could have no ass at all and I’d still…I’d still…fuck it!”
Laughing at how incoherent the girl is, Quinn replies, “You’d still fuck it? My ass? Rachel Berry, you freak.”
Rachel was going to formulate a reply. Something along the lines of ‘you have no idea’ but she’s lost all sense of thought because Quinn’s just roughly palmed one of her breasts. Whimpering, she implores the blonde. “More, Quinn.”
“More what, Rach?” she teases as her mouth hovers over Rachel’s nipple. Her tongue flicks out over the peak before she blows cool air on it, driving Rachel mad.
“That,” she keens. “Please, more of that.”
Having sympathy for the girl and wanting the same thing she did, Quinn takes the bud into her mouth and begins to suck with abandon.
“Fuck, Quinn. Just like that.” Quinn continues to suck and occasionally bite at the nipple in her mouth as Rachel arched, writhed, and moaned her approval. She was so caught up in pleasing the singer that she unconsciously slips her right thigh between tanned legs and up to moist heat. Dark eyes fly open at the pleasure and she quickly switches their positions.
“What are you doing?” Quinn growls from below Rachel. She’s not really appreciating the bottom at the moment.
“I am the one with the documentary watching under my belt, Quinn.”
“You mean you’re the one with the viewing of lesbian porn under your belt?” Quinn quips with a smirk.
Taking the jest in stride, Rachel replies. “Documentary, porn, both titles are interchangeable-”
“Doubt it.”
“-the point is that I am the one with the most knowledge in this area at the moment and I ask that you follow my lead.”
Chuckling at the diva sitting astride her, Quinn replies. “When does anyone ever not follow your lead?”
Choosing not to respond, sans a knowing smirk, Rachel leans forward and gently brushes her lips against Quinn’s own. Quinn whimpers in the back of her throat at how tender the kiss is and Rachel uses that as an opportunity to slip her tongue inside.
Deciding the bottom isn’t so bad if Rachel’s going to kiss like that, Quinn immerses herself in the feeling, gripping the girl’s waist and pulling her closer.
Rachel trails kisses down Quinn’s jaw line towards her neck, when she slips her own thigh between Quinn’s legs and and connects right at her lower lips.
“Rachel,” she groans, arching into her touch. “You just may be the expert after all.” She lifts her own thigh and mimics Rachel’s position.
Her breath hitches at what she feels. “So wet, baby.”
“For you,” Rachel breathes as she tries to focus enough to build a steady rhythm. She finally finds one and surges forward, hips pumping into Quinn’s thigh and…well, into Quinn.
Even teeth lightly graze Quinn’s neck and she whimpers at the sensation. Wanting to hear more, Rachel decides to be more aggressive and clamps her teeth down onto her neck.
“Fuck!” Quinn screams as her hips begin to move faster and faster. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
A slick tongue works around the irritated and fast purpling flesh. “You’ll live.”
“I’ll live,” Quinn agrees with an eager nod as Rachel presses more firmly against her. She continues to rock forward against the blonde, whimpering every two strokes. She reaches around Quinn’s back and grips her shoulders as she burrows her face into her neck.
“You feel…amazing,” she pants into her neck. The familiar tightening in her abdomen alerts her that the end is near.
Quinn moans her response as she begins to feel her insides bunch and twist. She grabs Rachel’s ass, digging her nails into her flesh as she pulls her closer.
Dark, almost coal black eyes roll into the back of Rachel’s head at the unexpected roughness. Her body begins to tremor as her orgasm washes through her. “Quinn,” she moans loudly as she thrusts harder and harder. “Fuck, baby.”
Rachel surging forward into her body had the desired effect as Quinn feels something in her snap. “I’m coming,” she tells the girl urgently. “Fuck, Rach, coming for you.”
Quinn spasmed below the smaller girl as her orgasm quaked through her. Once she finally stilled, Rachel collapsed on top of her, both panting heavily.
“I didn’t know…” Quinn rasped as she willed her heart to slow down. “I didn’t know it could be that good.”
“Me neither,” Rachel admitted.
“You’ve never done this? With another girl?”
“No,” Rachel says as she peppers kisses along the blonde’s chest.
Something akin to pride swells in Quinn and she’s suddenly overcome with the urge to conquer the smaller girl. She quickly flips them over so that she’s once again on top.
“What are you-”
Rachel’s sentence is cut off by a bruising kiss as Quinn thrusts her tongue inside and stakes claim of her mouth. Tiny hands latch onto blonde locks as Rachel tries to hold on for dear life.
“I want inside,” Quinn responds once she pulls back. Answering Rachel’s previous question. Her right hand ghosts down Rachel’s stomach as she nips at her neck, leaving small hickies in her path.
Her hands move down to touch swollen flesh and she whimpers at the feel. “Fuck me. How do manage to get so wet, Rach?”
The brunette chuckles darkly at the effect she’s having on the girl above her. “It’s all for you, Quinn.”
“It better be,” she growls as she runs her fingers through the moisture. She lightly circles her clit with two fingers as Rachel’s hips begin to buck up for more contact.
“Quinn, please…” she pleads with the girl, begging for more.
She obliges and slowly pushes her middle finger inside. “So fucking tight,” she whispers to herself.
Rachel bites her lip when Quinn enters her, stifling the scream that was in the back of her throat.
“Uh-uh,” Quinn breathes as she looms over the other girl. “I want to hear you. Open your mouth, Berry.”
She roughly flicks her clit and Rachel cries out loudly in pleasure. “I’m so close already, Quinn. Please, just…more.”
Slipping another finger into her, stretching her, Quinn recalls their little game earlier. She smirks down at the girl and begins to pump faster.
Rachel sighs at the feeling of being stretched and filled by the blonde as her eyes slip shut. She’s so close…
Watching the girl’s face contorted in pleasure makes Quinn clench as she leans down toward Rachel’s ear. “How was the ‘documentary’ you watched, Rachel? Did it satisfy you?”
Barely coherent, Rachel replies. “Not nearly…as fulfilling as this. Quinn, you’re so…fuck.”
“Yes, I am,” Quinn says with a sultry laugh right next to the brunette’s ear. She flicks her clit with a steady rhythm as she continues. “Tell me something, were you thinking about someone while you were watching the video? Someone like…I don’t know, me?”
Rachel pants desperately as she wraps her legs around Quinn’s waist, trying to get the girl to go deeper.
“Yes,” she hisses, arching into Quinn, trying to fit her whole body inside of her. And she really did think of the blonde. She’d watched the video until her hands began inching towards the waist band of her shorts. When that happened she gave into the feeling and masturbated to the video, while thinking of Quinn. When she came, the taller girl’s name was on her lips.
A sinful smirk appears on Quinn’s face as she continues to verbally torment the brunette in a much more different way than she did in the past. She licks the shell of the girl’s ear, just as Rachel did that fateful day. “You don’t have to watch porn and think of me anymore, Rachel. I’m here now. And once I’ve made you come and we take a break to rest up, I’m going to eat you until you scream.”
A strangled gasp is Quinn’s only warning to what was about to happen. Rachel arches up like a bow as her eyes squeeze shut. “Quiiiiiin!” she screams as her face breaks out into a flush. Quinn watches, mesmerized as the brunette continues to convulse, her inner muscles gripping onto Quinn’s fingers, pulling further inside. But that wasn’t the best part, in Quinn’s opinion. The blush on Rachel’s face spread to every inch of her body. Everywhere Quinn’s skin touched Rachel’s was nothing but pure fire.
Quinn held the poor girl as she continued to shake and jerk in her grip. She murmurs “Quinn” over and over again and the blonde can’t help but pepper kisses on her hot cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, anywhere she could find.
Once Rachel had finally calmed down and opened her eyes, Quinn’s smug look is the first thing she sees. “I win,” are the only words she says before she snuggles into the brunette, content to just lie there.
“How do you figure that?” Rachel asks sleepily.
“Because I achieved a full body blush. No way you can beat that.” Quinn wraps a lazy arm around the girl’s waist as her eyelids become heavy.
“Alright,” Rachel acquiescence. “You win for now, Fabray,” Rachel says through a yawn. “But I still have time to get payback.” But payback would have to wait. For now, they just fell asleep in each other’s arms.
END