Fic: no need to rush
Title: no need to rush
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: R (sex)
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 1,700
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Quinn and Blaine take the final step in their relationship.
A/N: Inspired by Nermine's gorgeous Quaine graphic, and dedicated to her <3
My mom left this morning. Come over tonight.
He remembers her words, whispered in his ear earlier that afternoon as he stood at his locker, and even now, they make his stomach flutter.
Her meaning was clear, even if she didn't say it in so many words, because it's something they've talked about. They've been together for three months, ever since he asked her to be his girlfriend on Christmas Eve with a ring made out of tinsel that made her giggle before she kissed him, and friends for even longer. Even though everything and everyone else around them seems to move at a breakneck pace, they've taken things slowly, testing and then erasing each other's boundaries, building trust, and getting comfortable with themselves and each other. Now it seems she's finally ready to take that last step.
He rings the doorbell when he arrives at her house, and the door swings open a moment later, revealing her on the other side, smiling brightly at him. She's still dressed in the white dress she wore to school, but her sweater's gone and her feet are bare.
She closes the door behind him, and smiles again when he kisses her.
There's pizza for dinner, eaten on the couch as they watch one of the movies she rented, and then she's tucked against his side, legs curled underneath her as his fingers play idly in her hair.
Despite where they know the evening is heading, they haven't rushed anything yet, so there's no need to rush anything now.
She turns her head to look at him when the second movie ends, her eyes scanning his face before meeting his gaze.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" she asks quietly.
He feels the flutter in his stomach again, but he smiles and nods. It's not that he isn't ready, or that he doesn't want to be with her, it's just the excitement and anxiety of finally going all the way with her, and wanting it to be as special as it can be.
He's always been a romantic at heart.
He follows her upstairs, closing the door behind them with a quiet click, and then moves forward to kiss her.
He feels her lips curve under his before the kiss deepens, and his fingers tangle in her hair as he slides his tongue against hers. This is one thing they've had plenty of practice doing.
She starts to move backwards, pulling him with her, and the kiss breaks when she sits on her bed, scooting back against her pillows. He grins as he follows, stretching out beside her and pulling her to him so he can kiss her again.
His hand slides from her waist to her back, and then down over the curve of her backside, and she shifts closer, pressing against him as she drapes her leg over his.
His hand continues down until he finds the hem of her dress, and then slips under, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh. His fingers trace a slow path upward, waiting to meet that invisible barrier she'd always had in place before, but she doesn't stop him now.
He reaches the juncture between her legs, and touches his fingers lightly, tentatively, to her panties, feeling warmth and just the barest hint of dampness.
She gasps quietly, and then whispers a soft, "Yes," against his mouth as her hips push forward slightly.
He touches her again, with more purpose, and he feels now just how wet she is. She moans softly at his touch, and there's a sudden tight feeling in his stomach. He can feel himself rapidly growing hard, and his teeth scrape over her bottom lip, making her moan again.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark and her hair a little mussed.
"Did you bring -?"
She trails off, biting gently on her lower lip as her eyebrows rise slightly, and he groans when he realizes what she's asking. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, and he thinks the night's ruined, but she shakes her head quickly as she turns away and slides off the bed.
"It's okay." She walks over to her desk and slides open the bottom drawer, reaching inside and rummaging around a moment before finally withdrawing a condom. "I took it from my mom's stash." Her nose crinkles a little as she walks back over to him. "Kind of gross, I know."
He laughs softly, and shakes his head. "We just won't think about that."
She smiles and sets the condom on her bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and straddling his lap.
His hands disappear in her hair as they kiss again, and then he feels her fingers tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
They separate just enough so that he can pull his shirt off over his head, and her dress follows it to the floor.
He stares at her breasts inside her bra, and then leans forward to kiss the space between, marking a path up to her neck. She holds his head in her hands, her fingers gently tugging on his hair, and smiles when his gaze meets hers.
Their lips touch again, and he groans into her mouth when she moves her hips a little, pressing against his erection. He's been practicing his control for months, even before they began dating, though she's certainly brought a whole new level to it, and he desperately hopes he won't embarrass himself tonight.
He sits up a little more, and a moment later he's turned her onto her back and is over her, sucking on her bottom lip as he presses between her legs.
He needs to get rid of his jeans, because he feels like he's about to die, and he pushes up, sliding off the bed. His fingers are quick on the fastenings, and when they drop to his ankles, he looks up to see that she's removed her bra.
"Jesus," he breathes, and she smiles a little.
He climbs back onto the bed and she lies down as he moves over her again. He props himself on his elbow as he brings his other hand to one breast, and his fingertips lightly brush over her soft skin, skimming over the pink bud of her nipple and down to trace the gentle curve.
His eyes flick to her face, and he can see her mouth is open slightly, her eyes on the movements of his hand, and knows from her expression that he's doing something very right.
His hand slips down to follow the curve of her side, and her gaze meets his.
"You're so beautiful, Quinn. You really are."
It was months of hard work before he could tell her that without her scoffing at him. They were friends first, and it was countless hours and days and weeks of him building her back up, convincing her that she was perfect just the way she was, before she finally started to believe it.
She smiles, and he kisses her, his hand continuing down to push against the waist of her panties.
With a bit of maneuvering, they're soon on the floor, and he adds his boxers before reaching for the condom.
He settles between her legs once it's on, though he doesn't push inside her just yet, and there's a light crease in her brow as she looks at him.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, her hands lightly gripping his arms.
"Yeah." He nods, and then laughs a little nervously. "I've just never done this before."
She smiles slightly. "I've only done it once, and it wasn't -" She presses her lips together for a moment. "It wasn't like this. Being with you... this is the way my first time should've been."
He smiles and bends his head to kiss her, feeling some of his anxiety fading away.
It takes a little bit of shifting before he finally slides inside of her, and, oh, she feels so much better than he ever imagined, so soft and warm.
Their movements are a little awkward at first, but they finally settle into a rhythm, and her eyes flutter closed as her head tilts back a little, telling him again that he's doing something right.
He kisses her carefully, concentrating on maintaining his rhythm, and his control, keeping his movements slow and easy.
He's already imagining doing this again, how much better it will be the second time, and beyond. There are things he wants to try, other ways he wants to please her, and it's like an entirely new vista of possibilities is suddenly open to him.
The movement of his hips changes a little, and she gasps, her fingers digging into his arms. He almost stops, suddenly worried he's hurting her, but she shakes her head quickly.
"Like that. Do it again."
He obliges, and her expression changes, her brow creasing slightly as her mouth falls open. He thinks she's almost there, but he can feel the spring beginning to tighten low within him, and is afraid that she won't get to come before he does.
He's not quite sure what to do, and then she suddenly slips a hand in between them. Her knuckles brush against him as she rubs herself, and he comes at the unexpected sensation, groaning as his eyes snap shut and he drops to his forearms.
Before he can spare a coherent thought to worry about her pleasure, he feels her tighten suddenly around him, crying out softly as her orgasm pulses through her, her breath hot on his shoulder.
They lay quietly for a moment, the room filled with the sound of their breathing as they slowly come back to themselves, and then he pushes up to look at her.
She's smiling softly, looking more beautiful than she ever has, and his words are unexpected.
"I love you."
He truly does, and has for a while, but never felt like it was the right time to say it, or if she even wanted him to say it, or felt the same way.
It's a testament to how far she's come when her smile widens, and she whispers, "I love you too."
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: R (sex)
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 1,700
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Quinn and Blaine take the final step in their relationship.
A/N: Inspired by Nermine's gorgeous Quaine graphic, and dedicated to her <3
My mom left this morning. Come over tonight.
He remembers her words, whispered in his ear earlier that afternoon as he stood at his locker, and even now, they make his stomach flutter.
Her meaning was clear, even if she didn't say it in so many words, because it's something they've talked about. They've been together for three months, ever since he asked her to be his girlfriend on Christmas Eve with a ring made out of tinsel that made her giggle before she kissed him, and friends for even longer. Even though everything and everyone else around them seems to move at a breakneck pace, they've taken things slowly, testing and then erasing each other's boundaries, building trust, and getting comfortable with themselves and each other. Now it seems she's finally ready to take that last step.
He rings the doorbell when he arrives at her house, and the door swings open a moment later, revealing her on the other side, smiling brightly at him. She's still dressed in the white dress she wore to school, but her sweater's gone and her feet are bare.
She closes the door behind him, and smiles again when he kisses her.
There's pizza for dinner, eaten on the couch as they watch one of the movies she rented, and then she's tucked against his side, legs curled underneath her as his fingers play idly in her hair.
Despite where they know the evening is heading, they haven't rushed anything yet, so there's no need to rush anything now.
She turns her head to look at him when the second movie ends, her eyes scanning his face before meeting his gaze.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" she asks quietly.
He feels the flutter in his stomach again, but he smiles and nods. It's not that he isn't ready, or that he doesn't want to be with her, it's just the excitement and anxiety of finally going all the way with her, and wanting it to be as special as it can be.
He's always been a romantic at heart.
He follows her upstairs, closing the door behind them with a quiet click, and then moves forward to kiss her.
He feels her lips curve under his before the kiss deepens, and his fingers tangle in her hair as he slides his tongue against hers. This is one thing they've had plenty of practice doing.
She starts to move backwards, pulling him with her, and the kiss breaks when she sits on her bed, scooting back against her pillows. He grins as he follows, stretching out beside her and pulling her to him so he can kiss her again.
His hand slides from her waist to her back, and then down over the curve of her backside, and she shifts closer, pressing against him as she drapes her leg over his.
His hand continues down until he finds the hem of her dress, and then slips under, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh. His fingers trace a slow path upward, waiting to meet that invisible barrier she'd always had in place before, but she doesn't stop him now.
He reaches the juncture between her legs, and touches his fingers lightly, tentatively, to her panties, feeling warmth and just the barest hint of dampness.
She gasps quietly, and then whispers a soft, "Yes," against his mouth as her hips push forward slightly.
He touches her again, with more purpose, and he feels now just how wet she is. She moans softly at his touch, and there's a sudden tight feeling in his stomach. He can feel himself rapidly growing hard, and his teeth scrape over her bottom lip, making her moan again.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark and her hair a little mussed.
"Did you bring -?"
She trails off, biting gently on her lower lip as her eyebrows rise slightly, and he groans when he realizes what she's asking. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, and he thinks the night's ruined, but she shakes her head quickly as she turns away and slides off the bed.
"It's okay." She walks over to her desk and slides open the bottom drawer, reaching inside and rummaging around a moment before finally withdrawing a condom. "I took it from my mom's stash." Her nose crinkles a little as she walks back over to him. "Kind of gross, I know."
He laughs softly, and shakes his head. "We just won't think about that."
She smiles and sets the condom on her bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and straddling his lap.
His hands disappear in her hair as they kiss again, and then he feels her fingers tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
They separate just enough so that he can pull his shirt off over his head, and her dress follows it to the floor.
He stares at her breasts inside her bra, and then leans forward to kiss the space between, marking a path up to her neck. She holds his head in her hands, her fingers gently tugging on his hair, and smiles when his gaze meets hers.
Their lips touch again, and he groans into her mouth when she moves her hips a little, pressing against his erection. He's been practicing his control for months, even before they began dating, though she's certainly brought a whole new level to it, and he desperately hopes he won't embarrass himself tonight.
He sits up a little more, and a moment later he's turned her onto her back and is over her, sucking on her bottom lip as he presses between her legs.
He needs to get rid of his jeans, because he feels like he's about to die, and he pushes up, sliding off the bed. His fingers are quick on the fastenings, and when they drop to his ankles, he looks up to see that she's removed her bra.
"Jesus," he breathes, and she smiles a little.
He climbs back onto the bed and she lies down as he moves over her again. He props himself on his elbow as he brings his other hand to one breast, and his fingertips lightly brush over her soft skin, skimming over the pink bud of her nipple and down to trace the gentle curve.
His eyes flick to her face, and he can see her mouth is open slightly, her eyes on the movements of his hand, and knows from her expression that he's doing something very right.
His hand slips down to follow the curve of her side, and her gaze meets his.
"You're so beautiful, Quinn. You really are."
It was months of hard work before he could tell her that without her scoffing at him. They were friends first, and it was countless hours and days and weeks of him building her back up, convincing her that she was perfect just the way she was, before she finally started to believe it.
She smiles, and he kisses her, his hand continuing down to push against the waist of her panties.
With a bit of maneuvering, they're soon on the floor, and he adds his boxers before reaching for the condom.
He settles between her legs once it's on, though he doesn't push inside her just yet, and there's a light crease in her brow as she looks at him.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, her hands lightly gripping his arms.
"Yeah." He nods, and then laughs a little nervously. "I've just never done this before."
She smiles slightly. "I've only done it once, and it wasn't -" She presses her lips together for a moment. "It wasn't like this. Being with you... this is the way my first time should've been."
He smiles and bends his head to kiss her, feeling some of his anxiety fading away.
It takes a little bit of shifting before he finally slides inside of her, and, oh, she feels so much better than he ever imagined, so soft and warm.
Their movements are a little awkward at first, but they finally settle into a rhythm, and her eyes flutter closed as her head tilts back a little, telling him again that he's doing something right.
He kisses her carefully, concentrating on maintaining his rhythm, and his control, keeping his movements slow and easy.
He's already imagining doing this again, how much better it will be the second time, and beyond. There are things he wants to try, other ways he wants to please her, and it's like an entirely new vista of possibilities is suddenly open to him.
The movement of his hips changes a little, and she gasps, her fingers digging into his arms. He almost stops, suddenly worried he's hurting her, but she shakes her head quickly.
"Like that. Do it again."
He obliges, and her expression changes, her brow creasing slightly as her mouth falls open. He thinks she's almost there, but he can feel the spring beginning to tighten low within him, and is afraid that she won't get to come before he does.
He's not quite sure what to do, and then she suddenly slips a hand in between them. Her knuckles brush against him as she rubs herself, and he comes at the unexpected sensation, groaning as his eyes snap shut and he drops to his forearms.
Before he can spare a coherent thought to worry about her pleasure, he feels her tighten suddenly around him, crying out softly as her orgasm pulses through her, her breath hot on his shoulder.
They lay quietly for a moment, the room filled with the sound of their breathing as they slowly come back to themselves, and then he pushes up to look at her.
She's smiling softly, looking more beautiful than she ever has, and his words are unexpected.
"I love you."
He truly does, and has for a while, but never felt like it was the right time to say it, or if she even wanted him to say it, or felt the same way.
It's a testament to how far she's come when her smile widens, and she whispers, "I love you too."