Fic: Piece by piece - Oxford
Title: Piece By Piece: Oxford
Author: insanely_quirky
Rating: PG-13 for now i guess
Legth: 1711
Spoilers: Regionals up until the moment Quinn said: "My water just broke."
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the idea somehow follows that of allie_svu 's drinks series.
Summary: The story of Rachel and Quinn, through a piece of clothing they wear.
A/N 1: So each piece of clothing is a one shot. Next will be Hospital Gown.
A/N 2: vsquared_k , i'll be working on that thing now. And clipped too.
They took regionals by storm if the amount of time the audience where giving them a standing ovation, Quinn was pretty sure they had won by a landslide ten times over.
She was still giddy and high with the adrenaline pumping through her pregnant body. Only to wince in pain after feeling a particular swift kick to the kidney by her baby. It seemed like her baby was excited too.
Her mother showing up backstage also added a different mix to the cocktail of emotions she was already feeling, her mother left her father, and her father cheated on her mother, and she was being asked to come home. All her life none of those days compared to the epicness of this day. She vaguely wonders if she was dreaming.
Then she remembers Rachel, and the way her voice just made Quinn feel peace. She was way in over her head.
Rubbing her baby bump, she hums any way you want it remembering how hot Rachel Berry looked while dancing. She was pretty sure she licked her lips while watching her ass sway to the music. Rachel was so sexy even when she wasn't trying.
Then she hears the bathroom door open and almost chokes while taking a breath. It looked like a goddess just stepped out of the bathroom. Closing her eyes she counts to ten. Thinking that maybe she really was dreaming, even with all the excitement of regionals she's been pretty tired of late. And well she seems to be falling asleep at odd moments, yesterday she fell asleep while eating a BLT. Mercedes laughter was the only thing that woke her up.
So she blinks, once, twice, thrice. As if to convince herself that she was indeed awake and not trapped in another one of her dreams. Since the beginning of the great pregnancy debacle of 2010, her dreams have been a pleasant scapegoat. not that she'd ever admit that it was, and she'll never ever tell anyone what she dreams about, but she knows for sure, puck would probably faint and drool, and Finn would think of millions of mailmen being hit by a million cars before probably fainting and drooling just like puck if they ever found out her hot and steamy dreams, not that it was all she ever dreamed about, there were non x rated dreams too. Ones that featured her running through central park, gazing at marquees with pride and stuff, but that was not the point.
So here she was, blinking once, twice, thrice. Definitely sure she was awake. (She pinched herself twice, coupled with the awful back pain she's been experiencing all day and the incessant need to pee was there too, probably because drizzle or Beth well the baby was using her bladder as a pillow or a basketball and football, whichever comes first.) She's still unsure how to actually react to the situation.
The situation being, Rachel Berry. specifically Rachel berry coming out of the shower in nothing but a small towel covering her *ehem* private areas, but showing off glorious tanned skin and legs that go on forever, with wet hair cascading down her back, with a few errant locks framing her delicate face, interestingly enough followed by billowy smoke from the shower she had just vacated.
She feels her breath quicken along with the beat of her heart, or her bladder that her baby seems to think is a bongo. She isn't sure if she wants to curse Mr. Schue or thank him for rooming her with Rachel Berry. Pregnant women are known for their cravings not that he knew she was practically craving Rachel, and right now, it was as if she was Eve and the snake just showed her the red plump apple that was Rachel berry.
The Rachel Berry that was oblivious to the strength of her stare. That nymph like creature that was humming a tune under her breath who now had one thigh on a stool, while her definitely non-man hands rubbed lotion on them. One leg after the other, from her foot up, high up under the towel.
She forgets to breathe. For a minute or five and clutches at the comforter on the bed, when she watches as Rachel bends over to pull up cheerio red boy shorts. Cheerio red, her favorite color. Red, just like the apple that eve bit. The apple she would like to bite.
She closes her eyes, shuts them tight trying to think of the un-sexiest thing she can think of, dead nuns, her parents, Puck, Finn, Sue Sylvester, Sue Sylvester and Mr. Schue, none of them worked. All she could see was long tanned legs, deep brown eyes and luscious lips. She opens her eyes and covers her mouth to bite her knuckles to cover the moan about to erupt from her lips.
Rachel Berry was standing in front of her facing the only TV in the room in nothing but an oxford shirt. A men's size oxford shirt, that reached mid thigh.
A sight to behold.
Sin personified.
Ugh.
She was in deep doo-doo.
She prays to all the saints and religious figures she knows that she didn't make that big of a sound.
Rachel turns around and looks at her with worry and curiosity.
Her prayers weren't answered.
"Quinn are you ok?" Rachel asks her.
"I'm fine." she answers with a squeak.
"You don't seem fine. You look flushed, are you sure you're ok?' she was asked again, or maybe that was just in her head, all she could see was lips, legs and just a hint of cleavage. This shirt should be made illegal. She thinks to herself before all thoughts ceased to exist upon seeing Rachel Berry walk towards her, Jesus Christ girl got legs.
"Quinn? Are you feeling alright, you feel hot," was uttered, while a hand grazed her forehead.
"I'm OK." was the only thing she could articulate. When did her voice decide to lower a few ranges, and whoa did she just sound husky? She closes her eyes once again, unable to bring herself to see what Rachel's reaction would be
Gentle fingers run through her hair, she leans her head towards that motion. When the same hand cups her face, she nuzzles said hand, unable to stop herself from doing so. Rachel makes her forget everything but the two of them; it was quite possible that Rachel was able to forget her own name too.
"Quinn..." she hears, that was her right?
"Open your eyes, please..." whispered against her face
She opens her eyes, and locks with deep brown ones in front of her. She reaches out to caress the delicate features in front of her.
"Quinn..." "Rachel..." was whispered at the same time.
Faces move closer, towards each other.
"Quinn?" was whispered against her lips.
"Yes." she answered.
Then her prayers were answered, the prayers she never really uttered but prayed for with all her heart.
A few more minutes passed, hands roamed bodies, mapped skin, traced curves, and lines and bone, lips against lips, hair mussed from being tugged and pulled.
Much later she finds herself lying on her side. Her very pregnant belly against Rachel's flat toned stomach and her face nuzzling Rachel's neck. Rachel running one hand against her hair, and the other on her pregnant belly.
"Wow." she utters, gazing at the beauty beside her, with bright smiling brown eyes, damp crazy hair, bruised puffy lips, and a rumpled oxford.
"I completely and whole heartedly agree with that sentiment." was uttered before her lips were assaulted once more.
Her prayers were already answered, and then some. It was absolutely fantastic. Maybe her dreams were about to come true too.
Minutes or maybe hours later, as exhaustion finally reared its unwanted and unwelcome head (they were well on their way to third base thank you very much)
She once again lies on her side, playing with the cuffs of a rumpled oxford shirt, Feeling snug, safe and cherished in Rachel's embrace. She feels a kiss on her nape and smiles at the notion. she grips the hand that was slowly rubbing her baby bump, guiding it to where her daughter was making her presence known via a wave like movement (so much better than a kick or punch to the gut from within). She feels a smile against her nape and another kiss. She thinks that this, right here feels like heaven.
They have a lot of things to talk about, a lot of things to discuss, she also had to take into consideration her mother who seemed genuinely concerned about her. And she had a few things to gloat about ( specifically towards her baby daddy and oafish ex boyfriend and whats his face with his coifed hair and penchant for black clothes that threw eggs at her girl. yes her girl. not that Rachel already said yes nor has she asked, but they were well on their way to that point. and besides she was Quinn Fabray right?), but all those things could totally wait, cause Rachel was holding her and nothing else mattered, well maybe after running to the bathroom in awhile then nothing else would totally matter.
she was just about to turn around and kiss her girl (she likes the sound of that, but knows that there will be a discussion as to why Rachel shouldn't be addressed or called her girl, being a person and not an object that can be owned yada yada.) she feels a swift kick on her bladder, and a pain on her back and a sudden need to pee, the sixth sense thing was catching.
She groans and with the help of her darling, sweetheart (hmm, cute, maybe something else, honey, muffin?) she was able to finally stand up and waddled her way to the bathroom.
She finishes her business, flushes the toilet. Washes her hands and giggles at the look of absolute happiness of her reflection.
She turns off the lights, and was about to step out of the bathroom when something happens that makes her think she just peed herself, that is until she realizes what really just happened.
"RACHEL!MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
Then it was absolute chaos.
there you go folks, what do you think? i'm taking prompts for the next article of clothing. :)
Author: insanely_quirky
Rating: PG-13 for now i guess
Legth: 1711
Spoilers: Regionals up until the moment Quinn said: "My water just broke."
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the idea somehow follows that of allie_svu 's drinks series.
Summary: The story of Rachel and Quinn, through a piece of clothing they wear.
A/N 1: So each piece of clothing is a one shot. Next will be Hospital Gown.
A/N 2: vsquared_k , i'll be working on that thing now. And clipped too.
They took regionals by storm if the amount of time the audience where giving them a standing ovation, Quinn was pretty sure they had won by a landslide ten times over.
She was still giddy and high with the adrenaline pumping through her pregnant body. Only to wince in pain after feeling a particular swift kick to the kidney by her baby. It seemed like her baby was excited too.
Her mother showing up backstage also added a different mix to the cocktail of emotions she was already feeling, her mother left her father, and her father cheated on her mother, and she was being asked to come home. All her life none of those days compared to the epicness of this day. She vaguely wonders if she was dreaming.
Then she remembers Rachel, and the way her voice just made Quinn feel peace. She was way in over her head.
Rubbing her baby bump, she hums any way you want it remembering how hot Rachel Berry looked while dancing. She was pretty sure she licked her lips while watching her ass sway to the music. Rachel was so sexy even when she wasn't trying.
Then she hears the bathroom door open and almost chokes while taking a breath. It looked like a goddess just stepped out of the bathroom. Closing her eyes she counts to ten. Thinking that maybe she really was dreaming, even with all the excitement of regionals she's been pretty tired of late. And well she seems to be falling asleep at odd moments, yesterday she fell asleep while eating a BLT. Mercedes laughter was the only thing that woke her up.
So she blinks, once, twice, thrice. As if to convince herself that she was indeed awake and not trapped in another one of her dreams. Since the beginning of the great pregnancy debacle of 2010, her dreams have been a pleasant scapegoat. not that she'd ever admit that it was, and she'll never ever tell anyone what she dreams about, but she knows for sure, puck would probably faint and drool, and Finn would think of millions of mailmen being hit by a million cars before probably fainting and drooling just like puck if they ever found out her hot and steamy dreams, not that it was all she ever dreamed about, there were non x rated dreams too. Ones that featured her running through central park, gazing at marquees with pride and stuff, but that was not the point.
So here she was, blinking once, twice, thrice. Definitely sure she was awake. (She pinched herself twice, coupled with the awful back pain she's been experiencing all day and the incessant need to pee was there too, probably because drizzle or Beth well the baby was using her bladder as a pillow or a basketball and football, whichever comes first.) She's still unsure how to actually react to the situation.
The situation being, Rachel Berry. specifically Rachel berry coming out of the shower in nothing but a small towel covering her *ehem* private areas, but showing off glorious tanned skin and legs that go on forever, with wet hair cascading down her back, with a few errant locks framing her delicate face, interestingly enough followed by billowy smoke from the shower she had just vacated.
She feels her breath quicken along with the beat of her heart, or her bladder that her baby seems to think is a bongo. She isn't sure if she wants to curse Mr. Schue or thank him for rooming her with Rachel Berry. Pregnant women are known for their cravings not that he knew she was practically craving Rachel, and right now, it was as if she was Eve and the snake just showed her the red plump apple that was Rachel berry.
The Rachel Berry that was oblivious to the strength of her stare. That nymph like creature that was humming a tune under her breath who now had one thigh on a stool, while her definitely non-man hands rubbed lotion on them. One leg after the other, from her foot up, high up under the towel.
She forgets to breathe. For a minute or five and clutches at the comforter on the bed, when she watches as Rachel bends over to pull up cheerio red boy shorts. Cheerio red, her favorite color. Red, just like the apple that eve bit. The apple she would like to bite.
She closes her eyes, shuts them tight trying to think of the un-sexiest thing she can think of, dead nuns, her parents, Puck, Finn, Sue Sylvester, Sue Sylvester and Mr. Schue, none of them worked. All she could see was long tanned legs, deep brown eyes and luscious lips. She opens her eyes and covers her mouth to bite her knuckles to cover the moan about to erupt from her lips.
Rachel Berry was standing in front of her facing the only TV in the room in nothing but an oxford shirt. A men's size oxford shirt, that reached mid thigh.
A sight to behold.
Sin personified.
Ugh.
She was in deep doo-doo.
She prays to all the saints and religious figures she knows that she didn't make that big of a sound.
Rachel turns around and looks at her with worry and curiosity.
Her prayers weren't answered.
"Quinn are you ok?" Rachel asks her.
"I'm fine." she answers with a squeak.
"You don't seem fine. You look flushed, are you sure you're ok?' she was asked again, or maybe that was just in her head, all she could see was lips, legs and just a hint of cleavage. This shirt should be made illegal. She thinks to herself before all thoughts ceased to exist upon seeing Rachel Berry walk towards her, Jesus Christ girl got legs.
"Quinn? Are you feeling alright, you feel hot," was uttered, while a hand grazed her forehead.
"I'm OK." was the only thing she could articulate. When did her voice decide to lower a few ranges, and whoa did she just sound husky? She closes her eyes once again, unable to bring herself to see what Rachel's reaction would be
Gentle fingers run through her hair, she leans her head towards that motion. When the same hand cups her face, she nuzzles said hand, unable to stop herself from doing so. Rachel makes her forget everything but the two of them; it was quite possible that Rachel was able to forget her own name too.
"Quinn..." she hears, that was her right?
"Open your eyes, please..." whispered against her face
She opens her eyes, and locks with deep brown ones in front of her. She reaches out to caress the delicate features in front of her.
"Quinn..." "Rachel..." was whispered at the same time.
Faces move closer, towards each other.
"Quinn?" was whispered against her lips.
"Yes." she answered.
Then her prayers were answered, the prayers she never really uttered but prayed for with all her heart.
A few more minutes passed, hands roamed bodies, mapped skin, traced curves, and lines and bone, lips against lips, hair mussed from being tugged and pulled.
Much later she finds herself lying on her side. Her very pregnant belly against Rachel's flat toned stomach and her face nuzzling Rachel's neck. Rachel running one hand against her hair, and the other on her pregnant belly.
"Wow." she utters, gazing at the beauty beside her, with bright smiling brown eyes, damp crazy hair, bruised puffy lips, and a rumpled oxford.
"I completely and whole heartedly agree with that sentiment." was uttered before her lips were assaulted once more.
Her prayers were already answered, and then some. It was absolutely fantastic. Maybe her dreams were about to come true too.
Minutes or maybe hours later, as exhaustion finally reared its unwanted and unwelcome head (they were well on their way to third base thank you very much)
She once again lies on her side, playing with the cuffs of a rumpled oxford shirt, Feeling snug, safe and cherished in Rachel's embrace. She feels a kiss on her nape and smiles at the notion. she grips the hand that was slowly rubbing her baby bump, guiding it to where her daughter was making her presence known via a wave like movement (so much better than a kick or punch to the gut from within). She feels a smile against her nape and another kiss. She thinks that this, right here feels like heaven.
They have a lot of things to talk about, a lot of things to discuss, she also had to take into consideration her mother who seemed genuinely concerned about her. And she had a few things to gloat about ( specifically towards her baby daddy and oafish ex boyfriend and whats his face with his coifed hair and penchant for black clothes that threw eggs at her girl. yes her girl. not that Rachel already said yes nor has she asked, but they were well on their way to that point. and besides she was Quinn Fabray right?), but all those things could totally wait, cause Rachel was holding her and nothing else mattered, well maybe after running to the bathroom in awhile then nothing else would totally matter.
she was just about to turn around and kiss her girl (she likes the sound of that, but knows that there will be a discussion as to why Rachel shouldn't be addressed or called her girl, being a person and not an object that can be owned yada yada.) she feels a swift kick on her bladder, and a pain on her back and a sudden need to pee, the sixth sense thing was catching.
She groans and with the help of her darling, sweetheart (hmm, cute, maybe something else, honey, muffin?) she was able to finally stand up and waddled her way to the bathroom.
She finishes her business, flushes the toilet. Washes her hands and giggles at the look of absolute happiness of her reflection.
She turns off the lights, and was about to step out of the bathroom when something happens that makes her think she just peed herself, that is until she realizes what really just happened.
"RACHEL!MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
Then it was absolute chaos.
there you go folks, what do you think? i'm taking prompts for the next article of clothing. :)