Forgive Me Father, for I Have Loved
Title: Forgive Me Father, for I Have Loved
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Length: 200
Summary: "It's a sin." "I know, Quinn."
Author's Note: Mostly dialogue that just wouldn't leave my head.
“It’s a sin.”
“I know, Quinn.”
“You’re going to Hell for this, Berry.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“This has to stop.”
“Alright, no more.”
“I mean it this time.”
“You always do.”
“You should ask God to forgive you.”
“I’m not entirely certain that’s how it works.”
“God is forgiving, He’ll forgive you for this.”
“I’m fairly certain that if God hated us for our frequent love-making sessions that He’d limit the forgiveness after the third or fourth time. We’ve well surpassed that.”
“I’m not coming back after this.”
“If that’s what you wish to happen, Quinn, then so be it.”
“I can’t love you, Rachel.”
“I love you.”
“I can’t.”
“But you do.”
A singular tear slid from Rachel’s eye as Quinn rolled out of Rachel’s bed to find her discarded clothes. Rachel stayed with the blankets pulled up to her chest as she watched Quinn dress and walk out of her bedroom. The next night would be the same, as would the multitude that followed. And always after Quinn would sit on the front steps of her church and cry; Rachel would pull the blankets close to her and ask not for forgiveness but for Quinn to love her.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Length: 200
Summary: "It's a sin." "I know, Quinn."
Author's Note: Mostly dialogue that just wouldn't leave my head.
“It’s a sin.”
“I know, Quinn.”
“You’re going to Hell for this, Berry.”
“You’ve mentioned that.”
“This has to stop.”
“Alright, no more.”
“I mean it this time.”
“You always do.”
“You should ask God to forgive you.”
“I’m not entirely certain that’s how it works.”
“God is forgiving, He’ll forgive you for this.”
“I’m fairly certain that if God hated us for our frequent love-making sessions that He’d limit the forgiveness after the third or fourth time. We’ve well surpassed that.”
“I’m not coming back after this.”
“If that’s what you wish to happen, Quinn, then so be it.”
“I can’t love you, Rachel.”
“I love you.”
“I can’t.”
“But you do.”
A singular tear slid from Rachel’s eye as Quinn rolled out of Rachel’s bed to find her discarded clothes. Rachel stayed with the blankets pulled up to her chest as she watched Quinn dress and walk out of her bedroom. The next night would be the same, as would the multitude that followed. And always after Quinn would sit on the front steps of her church and cry; Rachel would pull the blankets close to her and ask not for forgiveness but for Quinn to love her.