Black Keys
Black Keys
Tagline: “A perfect rainbow never seemed so dull.”
Summary: Love and lust. Determination and desire. Feelings and sex. Student and teacher. Right and wrong. Those lines just keep blurring for Rachel Berry lately.
Spoilers: None, seeing as how this story is completely, painfully, AU.
Rated: Mature audiences only.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel. Rachel/Finn.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings and events thereof, are properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Credit: AmyJean76
Prologue
The cool black marble of the grand piano presses hard into the arch of her back as her body manages to fall away beneath her. A soft hand inches up her knee, playing with the linen of the black skirt that hangs ever so delicately from her petite waist. Cool fingertips press against her baby soft skin, a moan rumbles in the back of her throat as she struggles to suppress it, at least for the time being. Instead there is a soft whimper as the other body entangles around her, falling between her legs, becoming a woven, hot mess on top of the marble, familiar lips crashing together.
It is a heated moment of passion, lustful touching, whimpering, moaning, gasping. A moment of long awaited desire, of pulsing fingers and stolen kisses. A moment in which touching should never happen, in which these lips should never touch, in which roaming hands should have remained still, in which social standings should have played an important role. But this is not about professionalism, this is not about knowing limitations and having some type of self control. This moment, here, between them, is a long awaited moment that even the Heavens have no control over.
The advancing hand stops just centimeters from her center and a smile forms on the most beautiful pair of lips that dance against her neck. A tongue extends, flicking the pulse point that she is almost sure is now racing as she entangles her fingers in the most majestic blond hair, pulling the body tighter against hers. The moan trembles from the back of her throat, erupting ever so loudly, encouraging her lover. The blond smirks, teeth grazing against her skin as they desperately leave their mark, sucking hard against her. A gasp is heard which only provides encouragement to the inevitable.
The discreet area is now exposed, the black skirt becoming a tumbling, tangled mess onto the music room floor. A heavy laugh dances from her lovers lips as the kisses trail down her neck, sucking her clavicle and teasing her breasts that became exposed when her shirt was disregarded moments earlier as she was thrown against the wall. A thumb brushes over her sensitive area, her body tightening at the new sensation, gasping as a finger barely slips into her before pulling back out. The blond pulls away from her breasts after they feel as if her work is done there, a pair of chilling blue eyes crashing into the warmest pair of chocolate brown.
“You are so beautiful, do you know that?” Her lover asks and it has never been something that Rachel Berry has ever truly excepted. Beauty is not what she has striven for all these years, success is. Success. Stardom. Fame. Broadway. And somewhere along the line, she became distracted with the most beautiful thing, a thing that nobody would ever accept.
“You make me beautiful. You're the only one who sees me for what I am and I'm the only one who sees you. You're my first everything,” replies Rachel in a hushed whisper and the blond sighs, a smile trying to form but it is denied by a simple shake of the head.
“I shouldn't do this. It is not professional of me, this is wrong and you are only going to get hurt in the end. I can not stand the thought of hurting you, Berry,” The voice replies and Rachel only sighs, her hand cupping the familiar face, brushing the soft cheek as she wraps her legs around their waist, pulling them hard into her. A trailing hand etches down her lover's body, finding their sensitive area, she teases it, softly, slowly, carefully, watching as the pained passion fills in those aqua blue orbs.
“You can't tell me that you don't feel anything for me,” Rachel moans, her fingers shifting, grasping, pushing. Her lover moans, licking their lips, their sweat drenched body becoming intertwined around hers. Harder. Tighter. They moan, gasping, heavily, their blue eyes fixed upon hers.
“They won't accept this. They won't understand it,” Replies her lover.
“I don't care about what other people think of me. I care about what you think and I think you want this too. Just as much as I do,” Rachel demands, her lips colliding hard with her lover's. Her lover chuckles, their fingers curling inside of her, hard and fast, pushing against her contracting walls. Rachel moans, throwing her head back at the new sensation that now pulses inside of her, digging hard to find a way to keep herself quiet. Her hands grip hard into her lover, pulling them down hard onto her, fingernails digging into the arch of their back as they push into her, time and time again.
“Quinn!” screams Rachel, forgetting the formalities of the moment as she gives herself completely to the one woman that she shouldn't, the one woman that society will never accept her with, the one woman who could cost her everything. But for something so wrong, nothing has ever felt more right.