Fic: The Sleepover
Title: The Sleepover
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: NC-17?
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Length: 1,560
Spoilers: From Sectionals
Summary: From the rq_meme prompt: "During a sleepover, Quinn is woken by the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning. When she pays closer attention, she realises it's Rachel. Rachel is having a sex dream, and Quinn soon discovers that the dream is about her. She decides to help Rachel along with some physical stimulation."
A/N: This is my first-ever completed fic and my second attempt at writing one. I'm so sorry that it's not well thought out and was written in a rush. The prompt just wouldn't leave my head and was like an itch I badly needed to scratch. I had to write to get it out of my system. I hope it's enjoyable enough. Thanks to my bb, jbluish, for the vote of confidence.
It started with a gasp.
It was barely audible but it was way past midnight and everything was so quiet that a simple breath can be easily heard if you pay enough attention. And Quinn was paying too much attention.
She had been tossing and turning in her sleeping bag on the floor of Rachel’s bedroom for over an hour when she heard the gasp. And for a moment there, she was worried about the tiny brunette sleeping to her left. She could be having a nightmare and Quinn thought of waking her up until-
“Wow,” Rachel whispered.
Quinn could only shake her head and grin, despite herself. Clearly, it wasn’t a nightmare.
She turned away from Rachel and sighed and hoped to finally get to sleep when she heard another murmur.
“Quinn...”
“Yeah,” She replied softly as she turned to face Rachel again. But the brunette was still fast asleep.
The room was faintly illuminated by the streetlight right outside the house and Quinn could see Rachel’s eyes still closed, her eyebrows knitted together and lips parted.
Quinn wore the same expression on her face-except her eyes were open.
Maybe it wasn’t Rachel, she thought idly.
She sat up to look around.
Kurt was on the edge of the bed and had his back turned away from the window, facing Mercedes who was in the middle of Rachel’s bed. She couldn’t see Tina but she assumed that Tina had been sleeping soundly for hours now, being the first who got drunk and dragged onto Rachel’s bed.
Quinn looked over the foot of the bed and she could see Santana and Brittany’s feet peeking out of the comforter and there wasn’t any movement there. Thank God!
Everyone was hammered, except Quinn. She knew her limits when it came to alcohol, having been to too many parties as a Head Cheerio with a reputation to protect, and rightly predicted that the others don’t, so she drank too little and watched the others closely throughout the night. She doesn’t remember when she started caring a lot for them. Maybe when Santana declared that Glee was the best part of her day? Quinn silently admitted to herself that she felt the same way, even when other parts of her were silently protesting at the same time.
So when Rachel approached all the girls of the club, including Kurt, two days ago with a very enthusiastic proposal complete with brochures for the first ever Glee Club girls' slumber party to strengthen the feeling of solidarity among the girls after a much deserved win over the boys in a very demanding battle of the sexes by way of singing mash-ups again, Quinn immediately said yes. But only said it out loud after Santana grudgingly said okay with Brittany’s head nodding vigorously in agreement, beaming; and Kurt and Mercedes started planning said evening’s activities, not wanting to let Rachel have free reign over it, in spite of the fact that it would be at her house, with Tina quietly watching over her two friends. Rachel then looked at Quinn and smiled her brightest smile.
Rachel...
Quinn snapped out of her reverie to look at the sleeping brunette again. They were both left with no choice but to sleep on the floor between the bed and the window and were practically hidden from view.
Rachel swallowed visibly, as if frightened by the scene in her dream. And Quinn, with her worry returning, leaned over Rachel, propping herself on her elbow, and gently caressed the brunette’s arm, whispering closely to her face.
“Rachel?”
The brunette held her breath and shuddered.
“Quinn...”
“Yes, Rachel, it’s Quinn. You were dreaming. Wake up, sweetie.”
Shit. Where the hell did that come from? Quinn only wanted to sound soothing. She didn’t have to call Rachel sweetie, did she? But before Quinn can further reprimand herself for realizing that what she said felt so...natural, Rachel mumbled again.
“No, don’t-don’t stop...”
Wait. What?
Rachel gasped. And Quinn froze; her thoughts now carried her to a place where she really didn’t want to go. But that is not to say she hasn’t gone there before, or frequently, for that matter.
A week ago, Rachel had accidentally, and quite suddenly, given her a big, warm hug after the fourth mash-up contest and Quinn couldn’t help but feel the electricity shooting through her whole body the instant that it happened. And she couldn’t forget.
Every simple touch from then on that the blonde got from the brunette made Quinn shiver and think of Rachel’s touch in other parts of her body-all over her body. She tried ignoring those thoughts. Really, she did.
But Rachel moaned softly and her hand that was previously limp on her stomach moved slowly and deliberately to one of her breasts, effectively raising the hem of her shirt about an inch upward, enough to reveal a sliver of soft, tan skin.
Quinn licked her lips at the sight, momentarily diverted from Rachel’s hand. But Rachel moaned again and Quinn’s eyes became transfixed on Rachel’s hand, the hand leisurely stroking her breast.
“Quinn...”
There was no denying it now. Rachel was not having a bad dream-at all.
Quinn couldn’t stop herself from smirking. Or not doing anything, apparently. Her curiosity really got the best of her.
After a quick glance around the room, making sure everybody was still passed out, Quinn took a deep breath and tentatively slipped her hand between Rachel’s and her breast. The brunette didn’t wake. But she did start helping Quinn’s hand in its ministrations. And before long, Rachel wasn’t the only one moaning softly.
“Please, Quinn...”
In Quinn’s mind, “please” just became the most dangerous word in the dictionary.
She didn’t understand what she was doing but-God help her-she didn’t want to stop.
“Touch me. Here...” Rachel breathed as her hand lead Quinn’s away from her breast, down to her stomach, and inside her shorts.
Quinn swore her heart pounding must be louder than Rachel’s breathing as she willingly followed the instruction.
It was odd-how Rachel has been reduced to two-word sentences by her dream, by what Quinn was doing in her dream, by what Quinn was actually doing.
“Oh God,” groaned both, as Quinn’s hand reached its destination, beneath the cotton, past the curls, in between thighs.
Rachel felt so...warm, so...wet, so...amazing. And Quinn was so dizzy with pleasure that she forgot to check if Rachel had woken up. But she had not. And Quinn was past being bothered by what she was doing and what it all meant because this was just...fucking amazing. Simply touching Rachel wasn’t enough anymore.
Quinn’s fingers started exploring the flesh between the wet folds, stroking it up and down, and up and down, and up and down. Then the tips of her fingers reached Rachel’s opening and started spreading the wetness there, all around, and back up again.
Rachel’s breathing became staggered; her eyes still shut tight and her mouth hung open.
Quinn started to doubt if Rachel was still asleep but it doesn’t matter now.
“Please, Quinn...”
Quinn figured out what she had to do next. And so did her finger, as it eased its way inside Rachel.
And, wow.
Quinn never expected for it to be even more...amazing. Her finger hungrily, but carefully, shifted inside. And soon, she found herself thrusting that finger in and out, in and out, in and out of Rachel.
“More...”
Oh, good God.
Quinn did as she was told and continued with two fingers stroking, thrusting, curling, twisting, and with Rachel’s hips moving eagerly to their rhythm.
Quinn felt the soft walls around her fingers closing in.
She knew what was coming.
It was Rachel.
Both girls panted heavily until Rachel’s whimpers became louder and quicker and clearer and then-as Quinn’s other hand instinctively covered her mouth right at the moment when her body writhed and jerked and trembled, her cry of pleasure muffled-her eyes flew open, eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.
Oh, fuck.
Both girls looked at each other with shock and fear and shame, painfully aware of the throbbing between Rachel’s legs where Quinn’s fingers were still squeezed in.
“Quinn...”
“Rachel...”
“It wasn’t just a dream?”
“Apparently...”
Stupid, stupid! Quinn winced and had half the mind to scamper out of the room and never come back. But Rachel smiled her brightest smile and it was definitely more than encouraging.
“Uhm, do you mind that it wasn’t?” Quinn asked meekly.
And Rachel’s smile grew even brighter, if that was possible, but tonight had proven that everything was.
“Not in the slightest,” Rachel replied.
Then she cautiously brought her hands around Quinn’s neck, cleared her throat, and stated casually, a bit of her old haughtiness back, “If I may, I would certainly love to re-“
Quinn didn’t let her finish and reveled at the newly-discovered and most effective way to shut her up.
Damn. It was better than she could imagine.
But if Quinn was honest with herself, she'd confess that she was more interested in hearing the other noises that Rachel could make...when they were alone...on the bed...on the couch...on the table...in the shower...against the kitchen counter...
It was no longer a dream but the fantasy didn't end, neither will the acts of fulfilling them...
Quinn was so looking forward to the next sleepover.
***
Author: freshtilapia
Rating: NC-17?
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Length: 1,560
Spoilers: From Sectionals
Summary: From the rq_meme prompt: "During a sleepover, Quinn is woken by the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning. When she pays closer attention, she realises it's Rachel. Rachel is having a sex dream, and Quinn soon discovers that the dream is about her. She decides to help Rachel along with some physical stimulation."
A/N: This is my first-ever completed fic and my second attempt at writing one. I'm so sorry that it's not well thought out and was written in a rush. The prompt just wouldn't leave my head and was like an itch I badly needed to scratch. I had to write to get it out of my system. I hope it's enjoyable enough. Thanks to my bb, jbluish, for the vote of confidence.
It started with a gasp.
It was barely audible but it was way past midnight and everything was so quiet that a simple breath can be easily heard if you pay enough attention. And Quinn was paying too much attention.
She had been tossing and turning in her sleeping bag on the floor of Rachel’s bedroom for over an hour when she heard the gasp. And for a moment there, she was worried about the tiny brunette sleeping to her left. She could be having a nightmare and Quinn thought of waking her up until-
“Wow,” Rachel whispered.
Quinn could only shake her head and grin, despite herself. Clearly, it wasn’t a nightmare.
She turned away from Rachel and sighed and hoped to finally get to sleep when she heard another murmur.
“Quinn...”
“Yeah,” She replied softly as she turned to face Rachel again. But the brunette was still fast asleep.
The room was faintly illuminated by the streetlight right outside the house and Quinn could see Rachel’s eyes still closed, her eyebrows knitted together and lips parted.
Quinn wore the same expression on her face-except her eyes were open.
Maybe it wasn’t Rachel, she thought idly.
She sat up to look around.
Kurt was on the edge of the bed and had his back turned away from the window, facing Mercedes who was in the middle of Rachel’s bed. She couldn’t see Tina but she assumed that Tina had been sleeping soundly for hours now, being the first who got drunk and dragged onto Rachel’s bed.
Quinn looked over the foot of the bed and she could see Santana and Brittany’s feet peeking out of the comforter and there wasn’t any movement there. Thank God!
Everyone was hammered, except Quinn. She knew her limits when it came to alcohol, having been to too many parties as a Head Cheerio with a reputation to protect, and rightly predicted that the others don’t, so she drank too little and watched the others closely throughout the night. She doesn’t remember when she started caring a lot for them. Maybe when Santana declared that Glee was the best part of her day? Quinn silently admitted to herself that she felt the same way, even when other parts of her were silently protesting at the same time.
So when Rachel approached all the girls of the club, including Kurt, two days ago with a very enthusiastic proposal complete with brochures for the first ever Glee Club girls' slumber party to strengthen the feeling of solidarity among the girls after a much deserved win over the boys in a very demanding battle of the sexes by way of singing mash-ups again, Quinn immediately said yes. But only said it out loud after Santana grudgingly said okay with Brittany’s head nodding vigorously in agreement, beaming; and Kurt and Mercedes started planning said evening’s activities, not wanting to let Rachel have free reign over it, in spite of the fact that it would be at her house, with Tina quietly watching over her two friends. Rachel then looked at Quinn and smiled her brightest smile.
Rachel...
Quinn snapped out of her reverie to look at the sleeping brunette again. They were both left with no choice but to sleep on the floor between the bed and the window and were practically hidden from view.
Rachel swallowed visibly, as if frightened by the scene in her dream. And Quinn, with her worry returning, leaned over Rachel, propping herself on her elbow, and gently caressed the brunette’s arm, whispering closely to her face.
“Rachel?”
The brunette held her breath and shuddered.
“Quinn...”
“Yes, Rachel, it’s Quinn. You were dreaming. Wake up, sweetie.”
Shit. Where the hell did that come from? Quinn only wanted to sound soothing. She didn’t have to call Rachel sweetie, did she? But before Quinn can further reprimand herself for realizing that what she said felt so...natural, Rachel mumbled again.
“No, don’t-don’t stop...”
Wait. What?
Rachel gasped. And Quinn froze; her thoughts now carried her to a place where she really didn’t want to go. But that is not to say she hasn’t gone there before, or frequently, for that matter.
A week ago, Rachel had accidentally, and quite suddenly, given her a big, warm hug after the fourth mash-up contest and Quinn couldn’t help but feel the electricity shooting through her whole body the instant that it happened. And she couldn’t forget.
Every simple touch from then on that the blonde got from the brunette made Quinn shiver and think of Rachel’s touch in other parts of her body-all over her body. She tried ignoring those thoughts. Really, she did.
But Rachel moaned softly and her hand that was previously limp on her stomach moved slowly and deliberately to one of her breasts, effectively raising the hem of her shirt about an inch upward, enough to reveal a sliver of soft, tan skin.
Quinn licked her lips at the sight, momentarily diverted from Rachel’s hand. But Rachel moaned again and Quinn’s eyes became transfixed on Rachel’s hand, the hand leisurely stroking her breast.
“Quinn...”
There was no denying it now. Rachel was not having a bad dream-at all.
Quinn couldn’t stop herself from smirking. Or not doing anything, apparently. Her curiosity really got the best of her.
After a quick glance around the room, making sure everybody was still passed out, Quinn took a deep breath and tentatively slipped her hand between Rachel’s and her breast. The brunette didn’t wake. But she did start helping Quinn’s hand in its ministrations. And before long, Rachel wasn’t the only one moaning softly.
“Please, Quinn...”
In Quinn’s mind, “please” just became the most dangerous word in the dictionary.
She didn’t understand what she was doing but-God help her-she didn’t want to stop.
“Touch me. Here...” Rachel breathed as her hand lead Quinn’s away from her breast, down to her stomach, and inside her shorts.
Quinn swore her heart pounding must be louder than Rachel’s breathing as she willingly followed the instruction.
It was odd-how Rachel has been reduced to two-word sentences by her dream, by what Quinn was doing in her dream, by what Quinn was actually doing.
“Oh God,” groaned both, as Quinn’s hand reached its destination, beneath the cotton, past the curls, in between thighs.
Rachel felt so...warm, so...wet, so...amazing. And Quinn was so dizzy with pleasure that she forgot to check if Rachel had woken up. But she had not. And Quinn was past being bothered by what she was doing and what it all meant because this was just...fucking amazing. Simply touching Rachel wasn’t enough anymore.
Quinn’s fingers started exploring the flesh between the wet folds, stroking it up and down, and up and down, and up and down. Then the tips of her fingers reached Rachel’s opening and started spreading the wetness there, all around, and back up again.
Rachel’s breathing became staggered; her eyes still shut tight and her mouth hung open.
Quinn started to doubt if Rachel was still asleep but it doesn’t matter now.
“Please, Quinn...”
Quinn figured out what she had to do next. And so did her finger, as it eased its way inside Rachel.
And, wow.
Quinn never expected for it to be even more...amazing. Her finger hungrily, but carefully, shifted inside. And soon, she found herself thrusting that finger in and out, in and out, in and out of Rachel.
“More...”
Oh, good God.
Quinn did as she was told and continued with two fingers stroking, thrusting, curling, twisting, and with Rachel’s hips moving eagerly to their rhythm.
Quinn felt the soft walls around her fingers closing in.
She knew what was coming.
It was Rachel.
Both girls panted heavily until Rachel’s whimpers became louder and quicker and clearer and then-as Quinn’s other hand instinctively covered her mouth right at the moment when her body writhed and jerked and trembled, her cry of pleasure muffled-her eyes flew open, eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.
Oh, fuck.
Both girls looked at each other with shock and fear and shame, painfully aware of the throbbing between Rachel’s legs where Quinn’s fingers were still squeezed in.
“Quinn...”
“Rachel...”
“It wasn’t just a dream?”
“Apparently...”
Stupid, stupid! Quinn winced and had half the mind to scamper out of the room and never come back. But Rachel smiled her brightest smile and it was definitely more than encouraging.
“Uhm, do you mind that it wasn’t?” Quinn asked meekly.
And Rachel’s smile grew even brighter, if that was possible, but tonight had proven that everything was.
“Not in the slightest,” Rachel replied.
Then she cautiously brought her hands around Quinn’s neck, cleared her throat, and stated casually, a bit of her old haughtiness back, “If I may, I would certainly love to re-“
Quinn didn’t let her finish and reveled at the newly-discovered and most effective way to shut her up.
Damn. It was better than she could imagine.
But if Quinn was honest with herself, she'd confess that she was more interested in hearing the other noises that Rachel could make...when they were alone...on the bed...on the couch...on the table...in the shower...against the kitchen counter...
It was no longer a dream but the fantasy didn't end, neither will the acts of fulfilling them...
Quinn was so looking forward to the next sleepover.
***