The Taste I'm Touching, Part B
(Part A)
"Speak for yourself," Rachel groans, grinding herself against Quinn's thigh. This is familiar. They've done this before-this tantalizing dance where they push the boundaries of too much and too fast. Tonight is different, and Quinn's growl of pleasure vibrates against her throat. The hiss of a zipper accompanies their uneven breathing, and Rachel realizes that it's hers when the material of her dress loosens. She hums in approval, dropping her arms and allowing Quinn to slide the fabric over her shoulders and down her body.
Quinn follows it down, with her hands and her mouth, peppering little kisses to every new inch of skin as it's revealed to her. Rachel watches it happen, bracing her hands on Quinn's shoulders to keep her balance, because the sight of her basically unwrapping Rachel like a Christmas present makes her entire body tremble. When the dress pools at Rachel's feet, Quinn gracefully sinks to her knees, dragging her fingertips over Rachel's legs. She moans in appreciation and presses a single kiss to the top of Rachel's right thigh, dangerously close to the telling wet patch on her lacy, blue panties.
Rachel digs her short nails into Quinn's shoulders, feeling weak and shaky, and on the verge of tangling her fingers into blonde hair and pulling Quinn's face into her crotch-but she's not sure that would be considered good form, so she resists. Quinn sits back on her heels, visibly drawing in a calming breath as she looks up at Rachel. It makes her feel powerful, having Quinn Fabray kneeling at her feet. If someone had told her fifteen year-old self that this day would come, Rachel would have hyperventilated from laughter. She isn't laughing now, and neither is Quinn.
Quinn's eyes feast on every inch of her, and looking into them is like looking into a mirror and seeing the most beautiful version of herself. Quinn trails her left hand to the back of Rachel's calf, whispering, "hold on to me," and though she already is, Rachel nods and leans a bit more of her weight onto Quinn, who carefully lifts her leg just enough to slip off her shoe. She tosses it away and just as carefully places Rachel's foot back on the floor after shifting the puddle of her dress away.
Rachel chuckles, "You know, I can do that myself."
Quinn shakes her head, and repeats her actions with the other leg. When she finishes, she shifts up higher onto her knees and wraps her arms around Rachel's back, pressing a cheek to her trim, tan belly in an oddly reverent hug. Rachel's fingers do thread into her hair now, cradling Quinn against her. "I have wanted this for so long," she confesses quietly, turning her head and looking up with glistening eyes. "Let me make love to you," she pleads.
Rachel only nods, feeling her heart ache for Quinn's long hidden love and her own blindness. Quinn smiles, breathing against her skin before her tongue peeks out to play over her stomach, dipping into her belly-button, and a quiver rocks through Rachel. She fights the flutter of her eyes, and the urge to tip her head back and just surrender to the sensation of that talented mouth on her skin, because she can't bear to look away from what Quinn is doing to her. Those elegant fingers travel up, curling to match the curves of her breasts, and caressing them through her bra. Rachel really does get weak, and her knees buckle a little. Quinn is there to catch her, seamlessly supporting her weight as she stands. She's still wearing her own high heels, momentarily exaggerating their height difference, and Rachel wraps her arms around Quinn's neck, gazing up at her through hooded eyes.
Quinn kisses her again, nudging her back against the bed frame and gently lowering her onto the mattress. Rachel tries to pull her down and deepen the kiss, but Quinn resists, straightening to kick her own shoes away before she reaches for the zipper of her skirt. Rachel sits up in a flash and stops her hand. She's willing to let Quinn take the lead tonight, but there are some things she won't be deprived of, and undressing Quinn is one of them.
She pulls Quinn closer, until she's standing between her knees, and slowly drags the zipper down the side of the skirt. Quinn watches her with dark eyes, arms limp at her sides as she allows Rachel to tuck her fingers into the open waistband and guide the material over her hips until gravity takes it to the floor. Rachel sucks in a breath as she admires the muscular thighs and curvy hips encased in white, low-waist, boy-cut briefs. She can't stop herself from ghosting her fingers over the outside of Quinn's left thigh, past her knee, and down over her calf where the faded, white scars serve as a reminder of her broken leg and the surgeries that she'd endured to repair the damage. Quinn is still a little self-conscious about them, but not enough to hide them from the world anymore. The scars across her side and back are a different story, and it's taken Quinn years to stop hating the sight of them, so it's not really a surprise that she's slower to part with her camisole-even though Rachel has already seen most of her scars over the course of their friendship.
"You're so beautiful," she breathes, meaning it with every fiber of her being, because every flaw, every scar embedded into the skin of this amazing woman's body is proof of her strength and resilience-and that only intensifies her beauty. Rachel has told her all of this before, (and long before she ever imagined that they would become lovers) so she keeps this moment simple and free of the darkness that lingers over Quinn's past. Today is a celebration of love, and there is no room for sadness or regret here.
Quinn understands, and she takes a breath before she guides Rachel's hands to the hem of her camisole, helping her to lift it up and over her head. It's been years since she's seen this much of Quinn's body all at once, and it's as glorious as she remembers-small, firm breasts cupped in a lacy bra, and a flat stomach framed with perfect abs, every muscle defined and...and mouth-watering. Rachel wants to touch-to taste-but Quinn doesn't give her the chance, because she's dropping back to her knees and reclaiming Rachel's lips. She slides her body into the space between Rachel's legs, and then can't seem to stop touching them, roaming over thighs and calves as her mouth embarks on a slow, wet journey along Rachel's jaw, down her throat, over her shoulders and across her chest. Rachel's hands seek out any part of Quinn that she can reach in a flurry of indecision. She wants to feel her everywhere.
Loving hands explore the muscles of Rachel's back, expertly twisting open the catch of her bra with the single flick of a wrist. It falls away easily, and Rachel moans in pleasure because Quinn's mouth feels even better on her breasts. She lavishes attention on the sensitive flesh, tracing a hot, pointed tongue around stiff nipples, before closing her lips and gently suckling. Rachel feels every tug, every stroke, as if it's directly linked to her core. She arches her back, trying to increase the contact, and wraps her legs around Quinn's torso, pulling her closer. She can feel the smile against her skin, but she doesn't care. She's never been kissed so thoroughly in all of her life, and Quinn is only getting started.
Strong arms curl around Rachel's legs, gripping her securely, and Quinn presses up and forward, effectively laying her back against the mattress and prowling over her body until Rachel is spread out beneath her. Their stomachs brush together, bare skin against bare skin, and Rachel shifts restlessly, hissing in delight at the exquisite weight on top of her. She's desperate to feel more, and she blindly gropes at Quinn's bra until it comes open under her fingers. Quinn lets her drag the material away and toss it across the room-unconcerned if she ever sees it again. Her focus in on the the soft flesh and hard nipples that fit so perfectly in her hands. Hazel eyes fall closed in pleasure, and Quinn rocks her hips down, creating the most exquisite friction. Rachel moans, lost to her body's demands as she pushes back helplessly.
"Rach," Quinn gasps, reaching for a hand and entwining their fingers as she presses it to the mattress. "Too fast," she whispers, stilling her hips. Rachel groans in protest, but Quinn quiets her with a kiss, murmuring, "I wanna touch every part of you."
Rachel drags in a shaky breath as Quinn slides down over her, creating a blanket of sensation as naked breasts roll over her belly and hands brush over her curves and that mouth-sweet Barbra, that mouth-resumes its wicked feast on her body. She'd never realized how many erogenous zones she actually has until this very moment. No one else has ever taken the time to discover them, but Quinn is seemingly making it her mission, and every time she finds a spot that draws a particularly intense reaction, she lingers.
Rachel is embarrassingly close to her orgasm by the time Quinn even trails a fingernail lightly over the waist of her panties, and she can't bear it any longer. "God, Quinn, please...I need you." She's so wet, and she's aching, and she just needs Quinn to touch her-really touch her-right now before she loses her mind.
Quinn smiles (and it's a little smug, and maybe a little awed, and definitely a lot sexy) and dips her head, nipping at Rachel's hip and dragging her fingers along the inside of her thigh. Rachel growls, and then gasps when Quinn places a very deliberate kiss over her sex through the material of her underwear. Her fingers curl into the elastic, slowly tugging it down over Rachel's legs and tossing it over her shoulder as she sits up and admires Rachel in all of her naked glory.
"Breathtaking," she murmurs reverently, and Rachel can agree, because the way Quinn looks in this moment-topless and leaning over her with passion-glazed eyes and disheveled hair-fills her chest with love as surely as it fuels her body with desire.
She isn't certain if Quinn moves first, or if she does, but Rachel is suddenly tangled up in Quinn-their bodies flush together and mouths fused in a war of sensual dominance. She rolls her hips, searching for contact, and moans in gratitude when Quinn's hand slides between them, teasing the inside of her thigh for a heartbeat before her fingers dip into the dripping folds. She brushes over Rachel's clit, pressing firmly against the nub, and Rachel arches off the bed, crying out at how good it feels.
She wasn't wrong about how close she is-her stomach is already tense and quivering in anticipation of release. Quinn seems to know it, and she doesn't tease the way she so easily could. Her touch is sure and filled with intent. She slips deeper, begging entrance, and Rachel opens her legs wider, gasping and panting and searching for Quinn with needy hands. She can't look away from those swirling eyes as Quinn watches her, never breaking contact. Rachel feels the press of fingers inside of her, stroking and curling and drawing responses from her that take her by surprise.
Quinn straddles her thigh, and Rachel can feel her hips roll as she pushes deeper. Quinn's wet heat flows over her skin, even through the pair of panties that she's still wearing. Rachel wants to touch her-wants to lift her thigh more firmly into Quinn, or sneak her hand under the white cotton-but she's so lost to her own pleasure that she can only hold onto Quinn and ride it out, spiraling deeper into the waves rolling through her until she's tipping over, bowing off the mattress and screaming Quinn's name.
If she sees stars when she kisses Quinn, what she sees in that moment when her body flies to pieces can only be a glimpse of heaven-warm and green (like Quinn's eyes) and beautiful. She's free of her body, floating and flying, yet still connected to Quinn. She's inside of her, over her, under her skin, and in her blood-and Rachel will never be the same again. She knows this, even as she comes back to herself. There's a profound realization that she's never felt this way before-she's never been this connected to another person.
When the fuzz of ecstasy clears, Rachel takes stock of her body, trembling with aftershocks and pulsing around the fingers that are still curled inside of her. Quinn's face is pressed into her neck, her breath uneven against the damp skin there, and her hips are still moving in shallow circles against Rachel's thigh. Rachel shifts beneath her, holding her as closely as she can with shaky arms. Quinn whimpers a bit, moving her lips against Rachel's throat in a soft kiss before she lifts her head. Her eyes are wet with tears, and Rachel's heart twists, until a tremulous smile turns up the corners of Quinn's mouth, and she whispers, "I love you so much, Rach. So much," she repeats.
"Mmm...love you, too," Rachel murmurs, lifting a hand to brush away a tear, and captures her mouth in a sweet kiss. It starts soft and tender, but quickly deepens as Quinn's fingers continue to play between her legs, sparking the lingering tremors of her orgasm into renewed arousal. Her hips catch the rhythm, and Quinn shifts against her, hissing shakily.
"I need to taste you."
Rachel catches her breath at the fire in Quinn's eyes, but she shakes her head, protesting, "It's supposed to be my turn."
Quinn answers with a gentle bite to Rachel's shoulder, and at the same time, she presses her thumb against her clit. Rachel moans and digs her nails into Quinn's back. "Let me," she begs, "Please, sweetheart."
How can Rachel deny her? "You...you are going to...to let me...reciprocate," she gasps out, but Quinn is already slipping down towards her destination.
"Eventually," she mumbles into Rachel's hip, sliding her fingers free from Rachel's body and sucking them into her mouth with a moan of appreciation. Rachel bites into her lip to stifle the whimper at how unbelievably erotic the sight is, and her body clenches around emptiness.
Quinn opens her wide, hooking her legs over her shoulders and lapping at the moisture that's seeped over her inner thighs. Rachel fists her hands into the sheets, bracing herself as best she can, because Quinn's tongue, and teeth, and lips have reached their destination and that first hot, wet pull against her over-sensitized flesh is the most amazing thing that she's ever felt. Quinn moans again, and the vibrations travel directly into Rachel's clit. Quinn is relentless, driving her steadily toward another orgasm, and Rachel surrenders to it, letting it wash over her and lift her back into that blissful place that Quinn is so very good at sending her to.
She might have blacked out slightly. Rachel considers this when she finally catches her breath and realizes that she's wrapped up in Quinn's arms, cradled into her chest with a hand running circles over her back. "My God," she rasps, completely at a loss for words.
Quinn chuckles, "Goddess, actually...but you can just keep calling me Quinn. Or baby, because I like that a lot," she admits, brushing Rachel's hair away from her face with gentle fingers. Rachel glances up at her, and sees the utter contentment and adoration that's radiating from every pore of her glowing skin.
"Baby," she murmurs, placing a kiss to Quinn's chin, "I like you a lot," she purrs, "and I'd really like to touch you now."
She feels the hitch in Quinn's breathing, and she smiles. Rachel's body is pleasantly lethargic, but a second (third) wind is coming on rapidly at the thought of finally having Quinn moaning beneath her. She wants this-so much-to be able to give Quinn the same pleasure and feeling of ultimate completion that Quinn has given to her. Her fingers are actually tingling in anticipation, and she lets them travel over her skin and around a still puckered nipple.
Quinn moans, "You...you don't have to..."
"Don't you dare even finish that sentence, Quinn Fabray," she admonishes. Rachel shifts her weight, rolling on top of Quinn and reveling in the position. She knows Quinn likes to be in control, and she doesn't mind it so much, but she refuses to be denied her own delight in the exploration of Quinn's gorgeous body. "I want this. I want all of you."
Quinn's eyes fall closed in silent benediction, and Rachel kisses her again before she sits up on her knees, straddling a slender waist. Her lips quirk up into a crooked grin, because Quinn spread naked-well, mostly naked-over her mattress is every bit as wonderful as she'd imagined. Quinn is gazing up at her intensely, her hands resting by her head, palms up, and her breasts proudly on display.
Rachel glides her fingers over Quinn's collarbones, dancing them down over the dark peaks of her nipples. Quinn moans and rolls her shoulders back, offering up more of herself to Rachel's curious touch. The light from the bedroom window illuminates Quinn's pale skin, and Rachel's eyes are drawn first to the elegant black scripted Beth beneath her left breast, and then to the pale, puckered scar that runs beneath it, all the way across her back and up to her shoulder blade, where she'd been cut open to repair her punctured lung. The best and worst moments of Quinn's life permanently written side-by-side across her skin-reminders of her strength.
There's a smaller round scar over her ribs, where the chest tube had been inserted, and a series of smaller, pale lines that mark where the metal of her car door had cut into her side. Rachel traces the line of the thoracotomy scar, and Quinn shifts uncomfortably, bringing her hand down over Rachel's. For a moment, Rachel thinks that she's going to pull it away, stop her and recoil into herself, but Quinn takes an unsteady breath, nervously nibbling on her lip, and threads her fingers in between Rachel's, holding her hand there beneath her breast.
"You've always made me feel beautiful," she whispers, smiling shyly, and Rachel feels moisture gather in her eyes.
"Because you are," Rachel tells her, "inside and out." She leans down, brushing her lips against Quinn's. "Beautiful, and brave, and strong, andloved," she punctuates every word with a kiss-to lips, to cheek, to jaw, to throat.
Quinn sighs beneath her, her own eyes glistening, and Rachel continues her journey, showering Quinn's body with kisses. She lingers over her breasts, falling in love with the texture of the soft flesh and rigid buds under her tongue. Quinn moans, burying both of her hands into Rachel's hair and urging her closer. She's moving restlessly, rolling her hips up, and Rachel can feel her growing urgency. As much as she wants to stay at Quinn's breasts and lavish them with attention, there are other parts of her lover that are in need of her attention. Still, she can't ignore those magnificent abs or the urge to lick them, smiling into her skin when Quinn moans her name.
Rachel wants to hear that again-to make Quinn fall apart. She suddenly finds it unacceptable that Quinn is still wearing her panties, and she takes immediate action to rectify that unfortunate situation, pulling the (very damp, she recognizes with a grin) material down over Quinn's hips and legs. She catches the scent of Quinn's arousal, and hums in approval. She considers tasting Quinn, and she wants to-God, she does-but she's nervous and inexperienced, and she's desperate to see Quinn lost in pleasure, so she crawls back up her body, teasing her with fleeting kisses along the way.
Quinn's legs fall open, making room for Rachel between them, and she reaches for her, pulling her into a searing kiss. Their hips align, and without the barrier of material between them, their wetness mixes and their clits slide together. It feels so damn good, and Rachel wonders if they could climax this way, with Quinn rocking up against her in search of friction. They grind together for long, languid moments, drinking from each other's mouths, and Rachel feels her own pleasure building again.
She reaches between them, dipping her fingers into the searing heat of Quinn's body. She's so incredibly wet, and slippery, and feeling her this way is new and different, but oddly familiar. Rachel finds the swollen bundle of nerves without difficulty, and she strokes it with little circles, doing what she she knows works for her and hoping that Quinn will like it.
A guttural groan fills the room, and Quinn rakes blunt nails down Rachel's back, digging into her hips. "Please...Rachel...I...I need you inside," she pants raggedly.
It's a simple request, and Rachel complies, twisting her wrist and pressing into Quinn with a testing finger. Quinn is hot and tight and soaked with her arousal, and Rachel groans low, pulling out and adding a second finger with her next stroke. Quinn hisses out a satisfied, "yes," and grips her ass as she rocks herself into Rachel's shallow thrusts.
Rachel pushes deeper, feeling the burn in her arm and wrist, but not caring in the least if it's a bit uncomfortable. Quinn is the only thing that matters. She curls her fingers and searches for the perfect spot, finding it after several attempts, and she feels a sense of pride when Quinn's moans become more vocal, turning into bitten off curses. Hearing the word fuck growled so helplessly turns Rachel on even more. She presses her thumb against Quinn's clit on every thrust, putting the weight of her own body behind them, and she knows that she'll be coming right along with Quinn.
She watches the pleasure play across Quinn's face. It's spellbinding-rapturous-and Rachel could watch her come apart this way for the rest of her life. She will-she knows she will. "You're so amazing," she murmurs in awe, "I can't believe you're mine."
Shimmering hazel eyes lock onto hers, and she cries out Rachel's name as her body convulses around Rachel's fingers. Quinn is gorgeous, and sexy, and everything Rachel has ever wanted or needed, and sharing this moment with her is enough to send her own body tumbling over another precipice.
She collapses over Quinn, carefully freeing her fingers from her new favorite place, though Quinn protests the loss with a soft whimper. Rachel moves to wipe them over the sheets, then thinks better of it, lifting them to her lips and taking a tentative taste. It's...interesting. Hardly sweet nectar, but she doesn't mind the flavor, especially when it's the very essence of Quinn.
Quinn-who is quietly crying and holding Rachel as close as she can.
Rachel props herself up onto her elbow, and tenderly strokes Quinn's cheek. Her eyes rove over the the trembling smile on the lips that have taken her to the heights of ecstasy. "Please tell me these are tears of joy."
Quinn chuckles, and nods, "You have no idea," she breathes.
Rachel grins, "So, then, you wouldn't be opposed to...a repeat performance at some point in the very near future?"
"Sweetheart, I'm counting on it," she says with a laugh, "Daily performances...multiple daily performances," she amends, gathering Rachel closer until their legs are tangled and Rachel's head is tucked under her chin. "Just give me an hour," she mumbles tiredly, "maybe two."
Rachel snuggles into her body, her own exhaustion catching up to her. "We have all the time in the world," she promises, listening to soothing rhythm of Quinn's heart and her breathing as it evens out. Her eyes grow heavy, and she begins to drift into pleasant dreams of Quinn and their promising future. Her fifteen year-old self didn't have a clue what she was missing.
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