Fic: I Tried To Give You Up, But I'm Addicted
Title: I Tried To Give You Up, But I'm Addicted
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: little over 2k
Summary: "I haven’t had sex with my wife in over 48 hours. Do you know how long that is? It’s over two days. That’s a long time. Now, I realize your sex life may not be very active, but we lead a very healthy sex life and two days is quite a gulf for us.”
Spoilers: None, this is AU.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Notes: This is an outtake from around Parts 15-16 of "They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason" in which Quinn and Rachel are in the hospital. You kind of have to read that to get what's going on, but kind of not. But kind of. A little bit. You should read it anyway. I DON'T KNOW. This is dedicated to mooosicaldreamz who yelled at me about this. SO HERE YOU GO, GIRL.
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When the nurse wheels Quinn into the hospital room the blonde is sitting up, wide eyed and awake and Rachel is kind of surprised. She expected a more catatonic Quinn with pale features while a single tear rolls down Rachel’s face as she observes it. More drama.
Instead, Quinn is smiling at her as the nurse makes sure all the wires are connected correctly and bedding is all set.
“Hey, baby!” Quinn greets, way too happy for someone recently shot.
“Hey,” Rachel greets, standing up and walking to her bedside. She strokes a hand over Quinn’s forehead, tucking blonde hair behind her ear. “How are you feeling.”
“Awesome,” Quinn breathes. “Totally awesome.”
“Yeah?” Rachel smiles reflexively, the look on Quinn’s face too hard to resist especially after the last few hours of fear and worry and utter bleakness.
The nurse walks out, smiling briefly at both of them and Quinn searches the side of her bed for the controls.
“Make this thing go down,” she demands.
Rachel peers around the side of the bed for the remote Quinn’s looking for and finds it but there are a ton of buttons on it and a lot of pictures she can’t figure out and really, she just wishes she had maybe delayed that last pain pill a little bit.
She blinks her eyes to focus better and starts pressing buttons at random. It takes her three tries to get it right, the first bringing Quinn more upright, the second flipping the lights off on and on, before she finally gets the bed to get more horizontal.
Quinn sighs in relief when the bed finally goes down and shoots a crooked smile up at Rachel. “Thanks,” she says.
Rachel puts the remote back down and leans down to kiss Quinn on the lips. Her face scrunches up at the taste.
“Ew,” she comments when she pulls away. “You taste like hospital.”
“We’re in a hospital,” Quinn deadpans. “I got shot,” she continues, gesturing towards her leg.
Rachel turns on her heel. “That’s no reason to forgo personal hygiene, Quinn.” She walks up to a small cupboard in the corner and opens it, pleased to find a small assortment of toiletries stored within.
She walks back and hands her wife a small bottle of mouth wash. “Swish,” she commands.
Quinn raises an eyebrow, but grabs the bottle anyway. “You’re bossy,” she says.
“You love it,” Rachel responds.
Quinn just keeps her eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her face as she sits up and swishes the liquid around in her mouth, spitting it out in a small dish by her bedside.
“Good,” Rachel says when it’s done.
Quinn darts a hand out to wrap around Rachel’s hip and tugs her towards the bed. “Get in here.”
“Quinn,” Rachel starts.
“Get in here,” Quinn repeats, her eyes narrowed.
“You’re bossy,” Rachel teases, but she sits down on the edge of Quinn’s bed, facing her.
“You love it,” Quinn agrees, laughing. “You married me.”
“Yeah,” Rachel says, tilting her head upwards. “Why did I do that again?”
“Because my proposal was too charming to resist,” Quinn answers with confidence.
A long burst of laughter comes out of Rachel, half actual amusement, half really good pain medication kicking in. “Yeah, telling me you accidentally told some partners at your firm that we were married and we needed to make it official to save face was super charming.”
Quinn gives her an offended look. “I did not say that,” she denies.
“Yes you did,” Rachel argues, her head moving up and down slowly.
“Whatever, you can’t resist me, stop trying to deny it.”
Rachel chuckles, shaking her head but leans down towards Quinn, bumping their noses together. “I’m not,” she whispers before pressing their lips together.
It gets serious for a minute because when her lips connect with Quinn’s she thinks about the moment Pike burst through the apartment door, the way he pulled his gun out and the hazy memory of Quinn flying backwards, her hands grabbing her leg.
Desperation surges through her and she presses in closer to her wife, her hands coming up to tangle in blonde hair as she slants her lips over Quinn’s. It’s totally inappropriate and wrong and kind of dangerous but arousal shoots through her and it nearly knocks her over with its intensity.
She knows it’s partly the drugs in her system because really, attempting sex in a hospital bed with cracked ribs and a bullet wound is probably not the smartest idea she’s ever had but she can’t stamp the desire down, can’t stop herself from stroking her tongue inside Quinn’s mouth and she knows she doesn’t imagine the soft whimper it pulls out of the other girl.
Quinn’s hand is still on her hip, squeezing it intermittently and when Rachel pulls back Quinn’s eyes are dark and stormy, more sexy than anything Rachel’s ever seen.
They just kind of stare at each other for a few minutes, the minty scent of mouth wash mingling in between them from Quinn’s mouth before Rachel swallows thickly, Quinn’s eyes darting down to Rachel’s mouth.
“We’re in a hospital,” Quinn whispers.
“We are,” Rachel agrees, equally soft.
“I got shot,” Quinn continues.
“You did.”
Quinn brings a hand up around Rachel’s neck and brings her back down to press their lips together.
Deciding that their positioning is not really ideal for the crazy, dangerous sex they’re about to attempt, Rachel breaks the kiss again and eyes the bed, trying to figure out how to get on it without like, causing Quinn severe pain. That’d kind of be a mood killer.
Quinn seems to understand what’s going on and shifts her good leg over a little bit. “Put your other knee here,” she says, patting the bed on the other side of her hip.
Rachel eyes the spot warily, not sure if she’s feeling dexterous enough to get her knee over there without hitting something critical or kneeing Quinn in the stomach. She saw that little cringe Quinn let cross her face when she moved her leg over, this is really a very irresponsible idea. But Quinn doesn’t seem to care much about responsibility. Not that Rachel’s surprised.
“Rachel,” Quinn barks. “Get over here.”
Rachel purses her lips, a natural resistance to being ordered around, but this is Quinn and really, that narrowed stare and clenched jaw is more hot than annoying.
So, as carefully as she can, she gets her knee on the other side of Quinn, straddling her wife and leaning over, her palms on the rough material of the bed next to Quinn’s head.
“Hi,” Rachel says softly, her hair falling down into Quinn’s face. Distantly she feels an ache in her ribs, but she ignores it, happy with how effectively her medication is working.
Quinn trails her fingers up Rachel’s thighs until they stop at her stomach, lingering there and scratching softly. The sweetest smile is on Quinn’s lips as she lifts her torso up and repeats the greeting against Rachel’s lips.
It stays that way for long moments, their lips tangled together, Quinn’s fingers on her stomach and the faint sound of beeping from the machines by the bed.
Then Quinn’s fingers travel up and under her shirt, tracing over her abs and then downwards, fingering the waistband of her pants.
It hits her, through her haze of arousal and drugs that being naked right now would probably be awesome and a good step towards the whole orgasm thing her body is aching for.
She brings one palm up to trace over Quinn when she realizes the other girl isn’t wearing normal clothes. She’s in a hospital gown, which, okay, she supposes that’s appropriate, but Rachel doesn’t have much experience in sexily disrobing girls of hospital gowns. Fleetingly, she thinks that’s maybe a skill she needs to work on and wonders if the theater has any spare hospital costumes.
Quinn breaks their kiss just as Rachel is about to do the same. They need to discuss the quickest way to get Quinn out of her gown because Rachel isn’t sure she can do it without reinjuring both of them.
“Take your shirt off,” Quinn gasps.
That works too. Rachel nods in agreement and brings her hands up to do just that when that distant pain becomes way more present. She winces and drops her hands back down.
“You okay?” Quinn brings up both hands to grab Rachel’s biceps and hold her steady.
“Ribs,” Rachel breathes out.
“Fuck, Rach,” she responds, her face full of concern. “I’ll get a nurse.”
“No!” Rachel exclaims, grabbing Quinn before she can call the nurse. “No,” she repeats.
“Rachel,” Quinn starts, her voice deep in a way Rachel knows means Quinn’s determined not to waver on this point.
That’s okay though, because if anyone is good at convincing Quinn Fabray to do whatever she wants, it’s Rachel Berry.
“Quinn,” she starts, leaning back over and breathing through her pain. “We haven’t had sex in nearly two days. I’m about to explode. I am going to die. Literally, die. Do you want that to happen? Do you want me to die because you’re worried about some measly cracked ribs?”
Laughter pours out of Quinn. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Come on, baby,” Rachel entreats, leaning back over and brushing her lips over Quinn’s and down her jawbone. “I’m fine.”
Just as Rachel is sure Quinn’s convinced, just as she feels her wife’s hands drop from her arms and settle back on her thighs, the stupid nurse comes in anyway.
Rachel hears the woman gasp loudly from the doorway and she’s not sure if it’s because Rachel’s straddling a gun shot victim or because Rachel’s straddling a woman. She’s pretty sure she’s pissed about either reason.
She turns to look at the nurse, sitting up but not moving from the bed. “Yes?”
“You can’t be there,” the nurse stutters. “This is highly improper. She’s just out of surgery.”
“I can be where ever I want to be, thank you very much,” Rachel argues.
“Get off!” The nurse commands, walking up closer to the bed.
“You get off,” Rachel repeats, her voice raising. If she had her head on a little straighter she would have smacked herself for the lack of intelligence in that response.
Quinn chuckles softly under her but taps lightly on Rachel’s thigh. “Rach,” she says softly.
Rachel turns back to Quinn and glares at her. “What?”
Quinn cocks her head to the side of the bed and Rachel rolls her eyes but gets the message. However, removing herself from Quinn turns out to be much more difficult than getting on top of her because her foot gets caught in the bedding and before she can catch herself she’s landing on the cold tile of the floor next to the bed.
Pain sears through her ribs and tears prick at her eyes but she’s able to stand up, rubbing her back as she does it and eying Quinn who looks like she’s in equal amounts of pain.
The nurse is glaring at her and readjusting the foam by Quinn’s leg. Rachel must have knocked it when she fell off.
“What are you two thinking, attempting that in a hospital bed of all places?” The nurse starts and Rachel knows a good lecture about to start as well as the next expert lecturer. She can see it in the way the nurse puts her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath and oh hell no. If anyone is going to be giving a lecture in this room it’s Rachel Berry-Fabray.
“Listen, lady,” she starts out. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Quinn whip her head to look at her but she focuses on the nurse, narrowing her eyes and mirroring her pose, hands now in fists on her hips. “I haven’t had sex with my wife in over 48 hours. Do you know how long that is? It’s over two days. That’s a long time. Now, I realize your sex life may not be very active, but we lead a very healthy sex life and two days is quite a gulf for us.”
She takes a quick breath. “Not to mention, orgasms create endorphins and can be very beneficial to the healing process. Are you trying to tell me that you’re going to stifle any avenue of healing for your patients? I’ll have you know that my wife is a lawyer.”
Rachel points at Quinn with a steady finger. “And if you do not allow us the privacy to copulate in this room she will sue you.”
Quinn nods at the nurse and presses her lips together. “It’s true, I can sue you,” she comments.
The nurse’s eyes are wide and afraid and Rachel feels deep satisfaction go through her at the sight. She takes a deep breath and stares her down, her eyes narrowed and stance defiant.
A smile breaks out on her face when the woman just glances at both of them before throwing her hands up in the air and turning around, exiting the room and leaving them alone.
Quinn starts laughing uncontrollably and Rachel feels herself answering in kind. She walks back over to sit on the bed as she was before, perched on the edge.
“Come here,” Quinn says, triumphantly through laughter.
Rachel grins before leaning back over and resuming their kissing. Long minutes later she’s back to forgetting about her aching ribs and thinking of ways to divest Quinn of her hospital gown.
The nurse returns.
Rachel pulls back from Quinn’s lips and whips angered eyes at the woman. “I thought I told you...,” she trails off when she realizes the nurse brought backup in the form of hospital security.
She moves off the bed, standing up next to it and glaring at the nurse the whole time.
Quinn starts laughing again, her arm curling around Rachel’s waist and keeping her in place, her fingers rubbing absently at the skin of Rachel’s hip.
“Get the short, feisty one some more pain medication will you?” Quinn asks the nurse as she walks up to the bed. “She’s easier to handle when she’s passed out.”
Rachel scoffs indignantly. “Quinn!”
But it has the desired affect and the nurse lets out a little chuckle at the display, the atmosphere warming despite Rachel’s continued glare.
“We’re going to be here for awhile, baby,” Quinn says, turning to Rachel. “She can’t watch us the entire time.
Rachel’s not so sure Quinn’s right about that, but there’s nothing she can do about it right now, not with the security guard eying her warily and the nurse puttering around with Quinn’s bed.
But the nurses change shifts in about three hours, she knows from her last stay here, and maybe she can sneak a quickie past their night nurse. She eyes Quinn, hair a mess, leg propped up in foam and blankets, but still the most attractive person Rachel has ever met.
Yeah, she’ll find a way. She’s got all night.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: little over 2k
Summary: "I haven’t had sex with my wife in over 48 hours. Do you know how long that is? It’s over two days. That’s a long time. Now, I realize your sex life may not be very active, but we lead a very healthy sex life and two days is quite a gulf for us.”
Spoilers: None, this is AU.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Notes: This is an outtake from around Parts 15-16 of "They Say Bad Things Happen For A Reason" in which Quinn and Rachel are in the hospital. You kind of have to read that to get what's going on, but kind of not. But kind of. A little bit. You should read it anyway. I DON'T KNOW. This is dedicated to mooosicaldreamz who yelled at me about this. SO HERE YOU GO, GIRL.
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When the nurse wheels Quinn into the hospital room the blonde is sitting up, wide eyed and awake and Rachel is kind of surprised. She expected a more catatonic Quinn with pale features while a single tear rolls down Rachel’s face as she observes it. More drama.
Instead, Quinn is smiling at her as the nurse makes sure all the wires are connected correctly and bedding is all set.
“Hey, baby!” Quinn greets, way too happy for someone recently shot.
“Hey,” Rachel greets, standing up and walking to her bedside. She strokes a hand over Quinn’s forehead, tucking blonde hair behind her ear. “How are you feeling.”
“Awesome,” Quinn breathes. “Totally awesome.”
“Yeah?” Rachel smiles reflexively, the look on Quinn’s face too hard to resist especially after the last few hours of fear and worry and utter bleakness.
The nurse walks out, smiling briefly at both of them and Quinn searches the side of her bed for the controls.
“Make this thing go down,” she demands.
Rachel peers around the side of the bed for the remote Quinn’s looking for and finds it but there are a ton of buttons on it and a lot of pictures she can’t figure out and really, she just wishes she had maybe delayed that last pain pill a little bit.
She blinks her eyes to focus better and starts pressing buttons at random. It takes her three tries to get it right, the first bringing Quinn more upright, the second flipping the lights off on and on, before she finally gets the bed to get more horizontal.
Quinn sighs in relief when the bed finally goes down and shoots a crooked smile up at Rachel. “Thanks,” she says.
Rachel puts the remote back down and leans down to kiss Quinn on the lips. Her face scrunches up at the taste.
“Ew,” she comments when she pulls away. “You taste like hospital.”
“We’re in a hospital,” Quinn deadpans. “I got shot,” she continues, gesturing towards her leg.
Rachel turns on her heel. “That’s no reason to forgo personal hygiene, Quinn.” She walks up to a small cupboard in the corner and opens it, pleased to find a small assortment of toiletries stored within.
She walks back and hands her wife a small bottle of mouth wash. “Swish,” she commands.
Quinn raises an eyebrow, but grabs the bottle anyway. “You’re bossy,” she says.
“You love it,” Rachel responds.
Quinn just keeps her eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her face as she sits up and swishes the liquid around in her mouth, spitting it out in a small dish by her bedside.
“Good,” Rachel says when it’s done.
Quinn darts a hand out to wrap around Rachel’s hip and tugs her towards the bed. “Get in here.”
“Quinn,” Rachel starts.
“Get in here,” Quinn repeats, her eyes narrowed.
“You’re bossy,” Rachel teases, but she sits down on the edge of Quinn’s bed, facing her.
“You love it,” Quinn agrees, laughing. “You married me.”
“Yeah,” Rachel says, tilting her head upwards. “Why did I do that again?”
“Because my proposal was too charming to resist,” Quinn answers with confidence.
A long burst of laughter comes out of Rachel, half actual amusement, half really good pain medication kicking in. “Yeah, telling me you accidentally told some partners at your firm that we were married and we needed to make it official to save face was super charming.”
Quinn gives her an offended look. “I did not say that,” she denies.
“Yes you did,” Rachel argues, her head moving up and down slowly.
“Whatever, you can’t resist me, stop trying to deny it.”
Rachel chuckles, shaking her head but leans down towards Quinn, bumping their noses together. “I’m not,” she whispers before pressing their lips together.
It gets serious for a minute because when her lips connect with Quinn’s she thinks about the moment Pike burst through the apartment door, the way he pulled his gun out and the hazy memory of Quinn flying backwards, her hands grabbing her leg.
Desperation surges through her and she presses in closer to her wife, her hands coming up to tangle in blonde hair as she slants her lips over Quinn’s. It’s totally inappropriate and wrong and kind of dangerous but arousal shoots through her and it nearly knocks her over with its intensity.
She knows it’s partly the drugs in her system because really, attempting sex in a hospital bed with cracked ribs and a bullet wound is probably not the smartest idea she’s ever had but she can’t stamp the desire down, can’t stop herself from stroking her tongue inside Quinn’s mouth and she knows she doesn’t imagine the soft whimper it pulls out of the other girl.
Quinn’s hand is still on her hip, squeezing it intermittently and when Rachel pulls back Quinn’s eyes are dark and stormy, more sexy than anything Rachel’s ever seen.
They just kind of stare at each other for a few minutes, the minty scent of mouth wash mingling in between them from Quinn’s mouth before Rachel swallows thickly, Quinn’s eyes darting down to Rachel’s mouth.
“We’re in a hospital,” Quinn whispers.
“We are,” Rachel agrees, equally soft.
“I got shot,” Quinn continues.
“You did.”
Quinn brings a hand up around Rachel’s neck and brings her back down to press their lips together.
Deciding that their positioning is not really ideal for the crazy, dangerous sex they’re about to attempt, Rachel breaks the kiss again and eyes the bed, trying to figure out how to get on it without like, causing Quinn severe pain. That’d kind of be a mood killer.
Quinn seems to understand what’s going on and shifts her good leg over a little bit. “Put your other knee here,” she says, patting the bed on the other side of her hip.
Rachel eyes the spot warily, not sure if she’s feeling dexterous enough to get her knee over there without hitting something critical or kneeing Quinn in the stomach. She saw that little cringe Quinn let cross her face when she moved her leg over, this is really a very irresponsible idea. But Quinn doesn’t seem to care much about responsibility. Not that Rachel’s surprised.
“Rachel,” Quinn barks. “Get over here.”
Rachel purses her lips, a natural resistance to being ordered around, but this is Quinn and really, that narrowed stare and clenched jaw is more hot than annoying.
So, as carefully as she can, she gets her knee on the other side of Quinn, straddling her wife and leaning over, her palms on the rough material of the bed next to Quinn’s head.
“Hi,” Rachel says softly, her hair falling down into Quinn’s face. Distantly she feels an ache in her ribs, but she ignores it, happy with how effectively her medication is working.
Quinn trails her fingers up Rachel’s thighs until they stop at her stomach, lingering there and scratching softly. The sweetest smile is on Quinn’s lips as she lifts her torso up and repeats the greeting against Rachel’s lips.
It stays that way for long moments, their lips tangled together, Quinn’s fingers on her stomach and the faint sound of beeping from the machines by the bed.
Then Quinn’s fingers travel up and under her shirt, tracing over her abs and then downwards, fingering the waistband of her pants.
It hits her, through her haze of arousal and drugs that being naked right now would probably be awesome and a good step towards the whole orgasm thing her body is aching for.
She brings one palm up to trace over Quinn when she realizes the other girl isn’t wearing normal clothes. She’s in a hospital gown, which, okay, she supposes that’s appropriate, but Rachel doesn’t have much experience in sexily disrobing girls of hospital gowns. Fleetingly, she thinks that’s maybe a skill she needs to work on and wonders if the theater has any spare hospital costumes.
Quinn breaks their kiss just as Rachel is about to do the same. They need to discuss the quickest way to get Quinn out of her gown because Rachel isn’t sure she can do it without reinjuring both of them.
“Take your shirt off,” Quinn gasps.
That works too. Rachel nods in agreement and brings her hands up to do just that when that distant pain becomes way more present. She winces and drops her hands back down.
“You okay?” Quinn brings up both hands to grab Rachel’s biceps and hold her steady.
“Ribs,” Rachel breathes out.
“Fuck, Rach,” she responds, her face full of concern. “I’ll get a nurse.”
“No!” Rachel exclaims, grabbing Quinn before she can call the nurse. “No,” she repeats.
“Rachel,” Quinn starts, her voice deep in a way Rachel knows means Quinn’s determined not to waver on this point.
That’s okay though, because if anyone is good at convincing Quinn Fabray to do whatever she wants, it’s Rachel Berry.
“Quinn,” she starts, leaning back over and breathing through her pain. “We haven’t had sex in nearly two days. I’m about to explode. I am going to die. Literally, die. Do you want that to happen? Do you want me to die because you’re worried about some measly cracked ribs?”
Laughter pours out of Quinn. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Come on, baby,” Rachel entreats, leaning back over and brushing her lips over Quinn’s and down her jawbone. “I’m fine.”
Just as Rachel is sure Quinn’s convinced, just as she feels her wife’s hands drop from her arms and settle back on her thighs, the stupid nurse comes in anyway.
Rachel hears the woman gasp loudly from the doorway and she’s not sure if it’s because Rachel’s straddling a gun shot victim or because Rachel’s straddling a woman. She’s pretty sure she’s pissed about either reason.
She turns to look at the nurse, sitting up but not moving from the bed. “Yes?”
“You can’t be there,” the nurse stutters. “This is highly improper. She’s just out of surgery.”
“I can be where ever I want to be, thank you very much,” Rachel argues.
“Get off!” The nurse commands, walking up closer to the bed.
“You get off,” Rachel repeats, her voice raising. If she had her head on a little straighter she would have smacked herself for the lack of intelligence in that response.
Quinn chuckles softly under her but taps lightly on Rachel’s thigh. “Rach,” she says softly.
Rachel turns back to Quinn and glares at her. “What?”
Quinn cocks her head to the side of the bed and Rachel rolls her eyes but gets the message. However, removing herself from Quinn turns out to be much more difficult than getting on top of her because her foot gets caught in the bedding and before she can catch herself she’s landing on the cold tile of the floor next to the bed.
Pain sears through her ribs and tears prick at her eyes but she’s able to stand up, rubbing her back as she does it and eying Quinn who looks like she’s in equal amounts of pain.
The nurse is glaring at her and readjusting the foam by Quinn’s leg. Rachel must have knocked it when she fell off.
“What are you two thinking, attempting that in a hospital bed of all places?” The nurse starts and Rachel knows a good lecture about to start as well as the next expert lecturer. She can see it in the way the nurse puts her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath and oh hell no. If anyone is going to be giving a lecture in this room it’s Rachel Berry-Fabray.
“Listen, lady,” she starts out. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Quinn whip her head to look at her but she focuses on the nurse, narrowing her eyes and mirroring her pose, hands now in fists on her hips. “I haven’t had sex with my wife in over 48 hours. Do you know how long that is? It’s over two days. That’s a long time. Now, I realize your sex life may not be very active, but we lead a very healthy sex life and two days is quite a gulf for us.”
She takes a quick breath. “Not to mention, orgasms create endorphins and can be very beneficial to the healing process. Are you trying to tell me that you’re going to stifle any avenue of healing for your patients? I’ll have you know that my wife is a lawyer.”
Rachel points at Quinn with a steady finger. “And if you do not allow us the privacy to copulate in this room she will sue you.”
Quinn nods at the nurse and presses her lips together. “It’s true, I can sue you,” she comments.
The nurse’s eyes are wide and afraid and Rachel feels deep satisfaction go through her at the sight. She takes a deep breath and stares her down, her eyes narrowed and stance defiant.
A smile breaks out on her face when the woman just glances at both of them before throwing her hands up in the air and turning around, exiting the room and leaving them alone.
Quinn starts laughing uncontrollably and Rachel feels herself answering in kind. She walks back over to sit on the bed as she was before, perched on the edge.
“Come here,” Quinn says, triumphantly through laughter.
Rachel grins before leaning back over and resuming their kissing. Long minutes later she’s back to forgetting about her aching ribs and thinking of ways to divest Quinn of her hospital gown.
The nurse returns.
Rachel pulls back from Quinn’s lips and whips angered eyes at the woman. “I thought I told you...,” she trails off when she realizes the nurse brought backup in the form of hospital security.
She moves off the bed, standing up next to it and glaring at the nurse the whole time.
Quinn starts laughing again, her arm curling around Rachel’s waist and keeping her in place, her fingers rubbing absently at the skin of Rachel’s hip.
“Get the short, feisty one some more pain medication will you?” Quinn asks the nurse as she walks up to the bed. “She’s easier to handle when she’s passed out.”
Rachel scoffs indignantly. “Quinn!”
But it has the desired affect and the nurse lets out a little chuckle at the display, the atmosphere warming despite Rachel’s continued glare.
“We’re going to be here for awhile, baby,” Quinn says, turning to Rachel. “She can’t watch us the entire time.
Rachel’s not so sure Quinn’s right about that, but there’s nothing she can do about it right now, not with the security guard eying her warily and the nurse puttering around with Quinn’s bed.
But the nurses change shifts in about three hours, she knows from her last stay here, and maybe she can sneak a quickie past their night nurse. She eyes Quinn, hair a mess, leg propped up in foam and blankets, but still the most attractive person Rachel has ever met.
Yeah, she’ll find a way. She’s got all night.