Fic: The Best Snow Day Ever (1/2)
Title: the best snow day ever
Pairing: Quinn/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn/Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What Brittany and Quinn did on their snow day.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author's Note: Completely un-beta'd. My mistakes are mine.
It was a freezing cold Wednesday in Lima, Ohio. There were eleven inches of snow on the ground and, for the first time this year, McKinley High School students had a snow day. Having paid close attention to the weather forecasts, thereby expecting the news of their day off, Rachel organized a sleepover at her home with Quinn, Santana, and Brittany.
They had spent an innocent night watching movies with Rachel’s dads and hanging out, then going to sleep curled next to each other afterwards. Rachel had told her dads about her new relationship with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana immediately. To say they had been shocked would be an understatement. But, like good liberal fathers, they accepted their daughter no matter what. The other girls’ parents were in the dark. And would likely stay there until all of the girls were the hell out of Lima.
They woke up at noon. Santana had managed to get out from under the covers and was sleeping diagonally across all of them.
“Mmf, Santana, get off,” Quinn mumbled when the Latina shifted her weight. Santana just kept snoring.
“Santana, mooove,” Quinn whined. No response.
“Lopez, off!” Quinn shouted and sat up, causing Santana to roll off the bed. She woke up with a thunk as she hit the floor.
“What the hell, Fabray!” she said, scrambling up.
“You wouldn’t move,” Quinn said, shrugging as she yawned.
“Are you two fighting already?” Rachel said and stretched her arms out.
“It’s how they like to start their day,” Brittany replied, cuddling closer to Rachel.
“Apparently. Anyway, I assume since my fathers haven’t woken us up that we do, in fact, have a snow day,” Rachel said. “Since they're at work until 8, we have the whole day. Who wants to make hot cocoa and watch movies?”
“Seriously? There’s like, miles of snow outside. We should go outside!” Quinn said.
“Ooh, we can make snowmen!” Brittany squealed happily.
“Um, no way. Inside. I’m freezing already,” Santana chimed in.
“Well, maybe if you managed to keep yourself under the blankets you wouldn’t be,” Quinn said, smirking.
Santana rolled her eyes.
“I’m with Santana,” Rachel said. “Cold air will stress my vocal cords and I don’t particularly want to damage my voice before Glee rehearsal tomorrow.”
“But I wanna go outside,” Brittany said, frowning.
“”Well, why don’t you and Quinn go out and I’ll stay here with Santana,” Rachel suggested.
“Okay,” Quinn said, while she and Brittany got up and began to dress for the cold. “Just text me when she threatens to kill you.”
Rachel chuckled and Santana rolled her eyes. Again.
After a quick bite to eat, Brittany and Quinn left to brave the cold, promising to be back before seven so they could all have dinner together.
As soon as they were out of the house, Brittany demanded they go to the park. It was only a 10-minute drive from Rachel’s house, so Quinn shrugged and went with it.
Once they were there, Brittany was like a kid in a candy store. Quinn barely had time to think before she found herself lying on the ground with Brittany trying to bury her in snow. Then, just as suddenly, Brittany rolled over and started making a snow angel. Quinn laughed.
“You’re adorable,” she said, leaning over to kiss Brittany’s cheek.
“You are too, Q,” Brittany beamed.
“But, you know, you’re missing something.”
Brittany frowned. “I am?”
“Yeah…this!” Quinn said, throwing a fistful of snow at Brittany’s face and running away as fast as she could.
Brittany stared back at Quinn for a moment and then, narrowing her eyes, she jumped up and chased after her.
After a few minutes of teasing, snowball throwing, and running, Brittany caught up to Quinn and tackled her down to the ground.
“Looks like it’s my turn,” Brittany said, grinning as she picked up a handful of snow.
But just as she was about to dump it on Quinn’s face, Quinn caught Brittany’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit. Hard.
Brittany’s breath caught in her throat. “No fair,” she whimpered, dropping the snow.
When Quinn released her lip, Brittany looked around. Seeing that they were completely alone, she winked at Quinn and pushed her hand underneath Quinn’s snow pants and underwear.
“Holy Christ, you’re freezing!”
“Well, you’ll just have to warm me up then,” Brittany said with a smirk, teasing her fingertip along Quinn’s slit.
Quinn shivered and groaned.
“But, B, my hands are cold too,” she said, her breath catching as Brittany began circling her clit.
“But you have gloves on,” Brittany said, confused.
“Not for long,” Quinn said, winking, before she ripped a glove off and shoved her hand underneath Brittany’s jacket and shirt.
Brittany shrieked, her fingers pausing momentarily as she shuddered and fought to adjust to the cold.
“See? Not so fun, is it?”
“At first, maybe not,” Brittany replied, dipping her finger into Quinn’s heat and circling her clit. Quinn let out a breath and arched her hips up to meet Brittany’s fingers. “But I bet I can make you enjoy it.”
“B,” Quinn moaned, slipping her fingers underneath Brittany’s bra and pinching her nipple. “I can’t do this here, it’s too cold.”
Brittany chuckled and removed her fingers, picking up a handful of snow to clean them off while Quinn took her hand out from Brittany’s shirt and straightened out her clothing.
“Come with me,” Brittany said, bouncing up and holding her hand out for Quinn.
“Where are we going?” Quinn asked as she stood up and follow Brittany.
“I know somewhere,” was all Brittany said.
After a few minutes, they came up to a small wooden shack.
“B, what is this place?” Quinn asked.
“It’s the park maintenance shed,” Brittany responded as she used a key on her keychain to open the padlock. “The park rangers and I feed the ducks some weekends and this is where they keep the food. They gave me a key so I could come whenever I wanted.”
Quinn smiled. If the park staff would trust anybody in the world, it would be Brittany.
It was a tiny shed, lined with tools and spare walkie-talkies. It was still freezing, but at least there wasn’t wind to contend with.
As soon as Brittany opened the door and the two stepped in, Quinn found herself shoved against the wall.
This time, she responded eagerly, fisting her fingers in Brittany’s long blond hair and pulling her closer. She was already soaking wet from before and couldn’t really handle being teased, so she quickly unbuttoned her pants and shoved Brittany’s hand between her legs.
Brittany moaned, spreading Quinn’s folds and pushing into her with three fingers.
Quinn grunted loudly and held onto Brittany’s shoulders for dear life.
“Christ, B, I’m already so close,” she groaned, biting Brittany’s neck while she ground her hips down to take the fingers deeper into her.
“Come for me,” Brittany commanded, curling her fingers ruthlessly as she thrust forcefully in and out of Quinn’s passage.
“Just a little more,” Quinn replied breathlessly. Her hips were moving against Brittany’s hand with every thrust, her entire body erratically shaking.
When Brittany swiped across her clit with her thumb, Quinn cried out and let the pleasure wash over her. Brittany kept moving inside her though, coaxing out every last bit of her orgasm. After a few more strokes, when she was completely spent, Quinn slid to the floor.
“Jesus Christ, Brittany,” she said, weakly buttoning her pants. “That was…wow.”
Brittany smiled and moved to sit next to Quinn, leaning her back against the door of the shed.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Brittany smiled, almost shyly.
“Good lord, I hope you never try to. Like, ever,” Quinn let out a shaky breath, then regarded Brittany with hooded eyes and with lopsided smirk. “I can’t stand up yet…but you’re going to.”
“I am?” Brittany responded with a confused look on her face.
“You are,” Quinn winked.
“Oh. Oh!” Brittany scrambled up.
Quinn managed to get to her knees and, deftly unbuttoning Brittany’s pants and sliding them down, she teased her tongue over Brittany’s damp underwear.
Brittany shivered, both from the cold and the anticipation.
After a moment, Quinn gently pulled down Brittany’s underwear and, without any preamble, spread Brittany’s legs wider and ran her tongue along the length of her center.
“Oh, fuck, Quinn,” Brittany said, threading her fingers in Quinn’s hair and fighting to keep her knees from giving out. “That’s…amazing.”
Quinn smiled and used the tip of her tongue to circle Brittany’s clit, causing the taller blonde to whimper and buck her hips against Quinn’s face.
“Hey, B,” Quinn mumbled as she used one hand to grip around Brittany’s waist.
“Mmm?”
“Get ready.”
“For what?” Brittany asked, desperately rocking back and forth.
“This,” Quinn replied, pushing three fingers into Brittany.
Brittany gasped and went rigid. She’d never had more than two fingers inside her and, while it hurt, it also felt amazing. She’d never felt so over stimulated. Letting out a deep groan, her entire body began to shake.
“Q, I feel so full,” she breathed out as Quinn curled her fingers.
“I know, baby,” Quinn replied. “It’s how I felt before with your fingers inside me, stretching me wide open. I wanted you to know how great it is.”
“It is,” Brittany moaned when Quinn’s tongue returned to her clit. “God, it is. Q, I’m so close. Make me come, please, make me come.”
Quinn smiled and moved her fingers carefully in and out of Brittany’s passage a few more times, enjoying her moans as they got louder. When she felt Brittany contracting around her fingers she gave a swift bite to Brittany’s clit. Not too hard, but definitely hard enough to feel.
With a shout, Brittany came undone, grabbing onto Quinn’s shoulders to steady herself.
Afterwards, when Quinn removed her fingers from Brittany’s heat and helped ease her pants back up, they both collapsed on the floor of the shed, breathing erratically.
“Thank you,” Brittany said, kissing Quinn softly, enjoying the taste of herself on Quinn’s lips.
“Mmm, no, thank you,” Quinn said, leaning her head against Brittany’s shoulder.
“We should get back soon,” Brittany said.
“Probably,” Quinn sighed. “I hope Rachel and Santana haven’t killed each other yet.”
Pairing: Quinn/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn/Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What Brittany and Quinn did on their snow day.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author's Note: Completely un-beta'd. My mistakes are mine.
It was a freezing cold Wednesday in Lima, Ohio. There were eleven inches of snow on the ground and, for the first time this year, McKinley High School students had a snow day. Having paid close attention to the weather forecasts, thereby expecting the news of their day off, Rachel organized a sleepover at her home with Quinn, Santana, and Brittany.
They had spent an innocent night watching movies with Rachel’s dads and hanging out, then going to sleep curled next to each other afterwards. Rachel had told her dads about her new relationship with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana immediately. To say they had been shocked would be an understatement. But, like good liberal fathers, they accepted their daughter no matter what. The other girls’ parents were in the dark. And would likely stay there until all of the girls were the hell out of Lima.
They woke up at noon. Santana had managed to get out from under the covers and was sleeping diagonally across all of them.
“Mmf, Santana, get off,” Quinn mumbled when the Latina shifted her weight. Santana just kept snoring.
“Santana, mooove,” Quinn whined. No response.
“Lopez, off!” Quinn shouted and sat up, causing Santana to roll off the bed. She woke up with a thunk as she hit the floor.
“What the hell, Fabray!” she said, scrambling up.
“You wouldn’t move,” Quinn said, shrugging as she yawned.
“Are you two fighting already?” Rachel said and stretched her arms out.
“It’s how they like to start their day,” Brittany replied, cuddling closer to Rachel.
“Apparently. Anyway, I assume since my fathers haven’t woken us up that we do, in fact, have a snow day,” Rachel said. “Since they're at work until 8, we have the whole day. Who wants to make hot cocoa and watch movies?”
“Seriously? There’s like, miles of snow outside. We should go outside!” Quinn said.
“Ooh, we can make snowmen!” Brittany squealed happily.
“Um, no way. Inside. I’m freezing already,” Santana chimed in.
“Well, maybe if you managed to keep yourself under the blankets you wouldn’t be,” Quinn said, smirking.
Santana rolled her eyes.
“I’m with Santana,” Rachel said. “Cold air will stress my vocal cords and I don’t particularly want to damage my voice before Glee rehearsal tomorrow.”
“But I wanna go outside,” Brittany said, frowning.
“”Well, why don’t you and Quinn go out and I’ll stay here with Santana,” Rachel suggested.
“Okay,” Quinn said, while she and Brittany got up and began to dress for the cold. “Just text me when she threatens to kill you.”
Rachel chuckled and Santana rolled her eyes. Again.
After a quick bite to eat, Brittany and Quinn left to brave the cold, promising to be back before seven so they could all have dinner together.
As soon as they were out of the house, Brittany demanded they go to the park. It was only a 10-minute drive from Rachel’s house, so Quinn shrugged and went with it.
Once they were there, Brittany was like a kid in a candy store. Quinn barely had time to think before she found herself lying on the ground with Brittany trying to bury her in snow. Then, just as suddenly, Brittany rolled over and started making a snow angel. Quinn laughed.
“You’re adorable,” she said, leaning over to kiss Brittany’s cheek.
“You are too, Q,” Brittany beamed.
“But, you know, you’re missing something.”
Brittany frowned. “I am?”
“Yeah…this!” Quinn said, throwing a fistful of snow at Brittany’s face and running away as fast as she could.
Brittany stared back at Quinn for a moment and then, narrowing her eyes, she jumped up and chased after her.
After a few minutes of teasing, snowball throwing, and running, Brittany caught up to Quinn and tackled her down to the ground.
“Looks like it’s my turn,” Brittany said, grinning as she picked up a handful of snow.
But just as she was about to dump it on Quinn’s face, Quinn caught Brittany’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit. Hard.
Brittany’s breath caught in her throat. “No fair,” she whimpered, dropping the snow.
When Quinn released her lip, Brittany looked around. Seeing that they were completely alone, she winked at Quinn and pushed her hand underneath Quinn’s snow pants and underwear.
“Holy Christ, you’re freezing!”
“Well, you’ll just have to warm me up then,” Brittany said with a smirk, teasing her fingertip along Quinn’s slit.
Quinn shivered and groaned.
“But, B, my hands are cold too,” she said, her breath catching as Brittany began circling her clit.
“But you have gloves on,” Brittany said, confused.
“Not for long,” Quinn said, winking, before she ripped a glove off and shoved her hand underneath Brittany’s jacket and shirt.
Brittany shrieked, her fingers pausing momentarily as she shuddered and fought to adjust to the cold.
“See? Not so fun, is it?”
“At first, maybe not,” Brittany replied, dipping her finger into Quinn’s heat and circling her clit. Quinn let out a breath and arched her hips up to meet Brittany’s fingers. “But I bet I can make you enjoy it.”
“B,” Quinn moaned, slipping her fingers underneath Brittany’s bra and pinching her nipple. “I can’t do this here, it’s too cold.”
Brittany chuckled and removed her fingers, picking up a handful of snow to clean them off while Quinn took her hand out from Brittany’s shirt and straightened out her clothing.
“Come with me,” Brittany said, bouncing up and holding her hand out for Quinn.
“Where are we going?” Quinn asked as she stood up and follow Brittany.
“I know somewhere,” was all Brittany said.
After a few minutes, they came up to a small wooden shack.
“B, what is this place?” Quinn asked.
“It’s the park maintenance shed,” Brittany responded as she used a key on her keychain to open the padlock. “The park rangers and I feed the ducks some weekends and this is where they keep the food. They gave me a key so I could come whenever I wanted.”
Quinn smiled. If the park staff would trust anybody in the world, it would be Brittany.
It was a tiny shed, lined with tools and spare walkie-talkies. It was still freezing, but at least there wasn’t wind to contend with.
As soon as Brittany opened the door and the two stepped in, Quinn found herself shoved against the wall.
This time, she responded eagerly, fisting her fingers in Brittany’s long blond hair and pulling her closer. She was already soaking wet from before and couldn’t really handle being teased, so she quickly unbuttoned her pants and shoved Brittany’s hand between her legs.
Brittany moaned, spreading Quinn’s folds and pushing into her with three fingers.
Quinn grunted loudly and held onto Brittany’s shoulders for dear life.
“Christ, B, I’m already so close,” she groaned, biting Brittany’s neck while she ground her hips down to take the fingers deeper into her.
“Come for me,” Brittany commanded, curling her fingers ruthlessly as she thrust forcefully in and out of Quinn’s passage.
“Just a little more,” Quinn replied breathlessly. Her hips were moving against Brittany’s hand with every thrust, her entire body erratically shaking.
When Brittany swiped across her clit with her thumb, Quinn cried out and let the pleasure wash over her. Brittany kept moving inside her though, coaxing out every last bit of her orgasm. After a few more strokes, when she was completely spent, Quinn slid to the floor.
“Jesus Christ, Brittany,” she said, weakly buttoning her pants. “That was…wow.”
Brittany smiled and moved to sit next to Quinn, leaning her back against the door of the shed.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Brittany smiled, almost shyly.
“Good lord, I hope you never try to. Like, ever,” Quinn let out a shaky breath, then regarded Brittany with hooded eyes and with lopsided smirk. “I can’t stand up yet…but you’re going to.”
“I am?” Brittany responded with a confused look on her face.
“You are,” Quinn winked.
“Oh. Oh!” Brittany scrambled up.
Quinn managed to get to her knees and, deftly unbuttoning Brittany’s pants and sliding them down, she teased her tongue over Brittany’s damp underwear.
Brittany shivered, both from the cold and the anticipation.
After a moment, Quinn gently pulled down Brittany’s underwear and, without any preamble, spread Brittany’s legs wider and ran her tongue along the length of her center.
“Oh, fuck, Quinn,” Brittany said, threading her fingers in Quinn’s hair and fighting to keep her knees from giving out. “That’s…amazing.”
Quinn smiled and used the tip of her tongue to circle Brittany’s clit, causing the taller blonde to whimper and buck her hips against Quinn’s face.
“Hey, B,” Quinn mumbled as she used one hand to grip around Brittany’s waist.
“Mmm?”
“Get ready.”
“For what?” Brittany asked, desperately rocking back and forth.
“This,” Quinn replied, pushing three fingers into Brittany.
Brittany gasped and went rigid. She’d never had more than two fingers inside her and, while it hurt, it also felt amazing. She’d never felt so over stimulated. Letting out a deep groan, her entire body began to shake.
“Q, I feel so full,” she breathed out as Quinn curled her fingers.
“I know, baby,” Quinn replied. “It’s how I felt before with your fingers inside me, stretching me wide open. I wanted you to know how great it is.”
“It is,” Brittany moaned when Quinn’s tongue returned to her clit. “God, it is. Q, I’m so close. Make me come, please, make me come.”
Quinn smiled and moved her fingers carefully in and out of Brittany’s passage a few more times, enjoying her moans as they got louder. When she felt Brittany contracting around her fingers she gave a swift bite to Brittany’s clit. Not too hard, but definitely hard enough to feel.
With a shout, Brittany came undone, grabbing onto Quinn’s shoulders to steady herself.
Afterwards, when Quinn removed her fingers from Brittany’s heat and helped ease her pants back up, they both collapsed on the floor of the shed, breathing erratically.
“Thank you,” Brittany said, kissing Quinn softly, enjoying the taste of herself on Quinn’s lips.
“Mmm, no, thank you,” Quinn said, leaning her head against Brittany’s shoulder.
“We should get back soon,” Brittany said.
“Probably,” Quinn sighed. “I hope Rachel and Santana haven’t killed each other yet.”