This Kiss, Chapter Thirty
Title: This Kiss
Author: poetzproblem
Fandom Glee
Characters: Rachel Berry / Quinn Fabray
Word Count: ~5800
Rating: R
Summary: One pivotal moment can change everything.
Spoilers/Warnings: hrough A Very Glee Christmas. Then AU. Cursing, sexual references, Femslash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters, just like to play with them.
A/N: Written for a Faberry prompt, but can't remember where. 'Rachel and Quinn share a kiss during a game of spin the bottle. From that night forward both girls desperately try to deny what they felt; what they feel. ..The other Glee kids know what’s up and attempt to play matchmaker.'
A/N2: This chapter and the next are the much anticipated…sexy times. I'm not exactly skilled with writing these scenes, but I've attempted it for this story. So if it isn't very good. My humble apologies.
(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six) (Chapter Seven) (Chapter Eight) (Chapter Nine) (Chapter Ten) (Chapter Eleven) (Chapter Twelve) (Chapter Thirteen) (Chapter Fourteen) (Chapter Sixteen) (Chapter Sixteen) (Chapter Seventeen) (Chapter Eighteen) (Chapter Nineteen) (Chapter Twenty) (Chapter Twenty-One) (Chapter Twenty-Two) (Chapter Twenty-Three) (Chapter Twenty-Four) (Chapter Twenty-Five)(Chapter Twenty-Six) (Chapter Twenty-Seven) (Chapter Twenty-Eight) (Chapter Twenty-Nine)
Honorable Intentions
Quinn walked toward the entrance of the movie theater with her hands shoved deeply into the back pockets of her own blue jeans to keep from touching Rachel. She hadn't been joking about wanting to just be alone with her somewhere so that they could continue to explore the physical side of their relationship. The last few weeks had been heaven and hell for her, being able to hold and kiss and touch the girl she loved was amazing, but utterly frustrating every time they had to stop.
She'd thought having Rachel's dads find out about them would be a relief, but she hadn't fully considered the fact that their little make-out sessions in Rachel's bedroom would end up getting curtailed-not that they'd really gone past under-the-shirt and over-the-bra. Okay, maybe it was more like under-the-shirt and under-the-bra, but the shirts hadn't come off yet-just been hiked up a little, or at least Rachel's had been. Quinn was still hyper-aware of her stretch marks and the extra five pounds that she just couldn't seem to get rid of. Rachel constantly told her that she was crazy and that her body was perfect, but Quinn had pushed another person out of it-she was never going to look the way she used to.
Rachel, on the other hand, looked amazing-all tan skin and toned little belly and breasts that fit perfectly into Quinn's hands (and she might have hiked Rachel's shirt up high enough to catch a little glimpse of them a time or two-or maybe three.) Quinn could build a shrine to Rachel's legs, which were blessedly on display in short little skirts and dresses more often than not. Rachel still had a fondness for knee socks, but Quinn had managed to convince her to leave the colored tights in the bottom of her drawer, so those silky thighs were usually left bare these days and wonderfully accessible, and Rachel totally appreciated Quinn's cheerios uniform for the same reason.
Below-the-waist and above-the-thigh was still off limits, but backsides were considered fair game. Needless to say, they'd been doing a lot of groping and a fair amount of grinding, but so far, whenever they started to get a little too worked up, one of them would manage to find a measure of sanity and slow things back down. Surprisingly, Rachel had been right about the whole not trusting herself thing, because Quinn was typically the one to stop them. It probably had a little something to do with her lingering body image issues, but mostly, she was extremely conscious that Rachel was still a virgin and the possibility of being her first was a really big deal for Quinn. She didn't want to screw it up.
She was still feeling uncomfortably aroused from their little hit and run in the car just now, and sitting in a movie theater where she wouldn't be able to do much more than hold Rachel's hand was going to be torture. They were supposed to be curled up together on Rachel's bed, happily testing some more of those physical boundaries, but for obvious reasons, that wasn't happening anytime soon. They'd be lucky to get in some chaste cuddling. Leroy and Hiram would probably take turns interrupting them every fifteen minutes for the rest of their high school careers-or at least for the next few weeks. Surely, the men enjoyed their romantic outings too much to permanently forgo their own relationship in favor of policing the girls.
Oh, please don't let it be permanent.
Of course, the other option would be inviting Rachel to her house. Her mom had suggested it, and Quinn wasn't planning to come out to her in the near future, so for all intents and purposes, Rachel Berry would just be Quinn's new, very best friend. Rachel would probably hate it of course, but she'd promised not to push the issue of full disclosure. Quinn's bedroom door had a lock, and on the rare occasion her mother encroached into her personal space, she always knocked. It could totally work.
Quinn really needed to stop thinking about sneaking around with her girlfriend because it was only getting her hotter.
When they got to the door, Quinn stepped in front of Rachel and grabbed the handle, holding it open for her smiling girlfriend. There were a few people in line at the box office, and Quinn glanced up at the marquee, double checking the times. Since coming to the movies had been kind of a last minute decision, they hadn't had a lot of choices on what to see that they could both agree on, so they settled for Limitless. She slapped the money on the counter, beating Rachel to the punch, and when she opened her mouth to argue, Quinn quieted her with a look-not the intimidating head-bitch look, but the baby-please-let-me-do-this-or-I'll-be-so-sad look. She'd discovered pretty early on that it was far more effective on Rachel than intimidation ever had been. She did, however, let her girlfriend buy her some Junior Mints.
They sat in the back row, which was more crowded than she preferred, and they discretely held hands. It was probably a good thing that they couldn't try to sneak in anything more stimulating, or Quinn might have just spontaneously combusted from sexual frustration. As the theater emptied, they stayed and watched the other people file out, taking turns making up little stories about some of them-that couple was on their first and last date, those girls were going to beauty school and had a final on hairspray this morning, that man was secretly a flasher in his spare time. Quinn had discovered that Rachel could have a wicked sense of humor sometimes, and it just made Quinn love her all the more. As was their habit, they shared a brief (chocolate-minty) kiss once the theater was empty before heading out.
As they were walking back through the parking lot, Quinn turned her phone back on and saw that she had a few texts from Santana poking fun at her behavior on the bus last night and threatening her with public humiliation if she even thought about skipping out on the party, one text from Brittany gushing about the super fun time they were all going to have tonight, and a voicemail message that she decided to check since her mom and Rachel were the only ones who actually used her voicemail instead of texting. "It's my mom," she said by way of an apology to Rachel when she glanced over at Quinn. She fell back a few steps as they neared the car, taking the opportunity to admire Rachel's ass in those jeans, but as she listened to her mother's message, her forward motion came to a stop.
'Quinnie, honey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Columbus to visit my friend Patty-you remember her, don't you? She's the one whose husband passed away last year. I decided to call her after you left this morning and when I mentioned that you were spending the day with your friend, she told me that I should come visit her this afternoon. So that's what I'm doing. I know you said you'd probably spend the night at the Berrys' house, but just in case, I'll probably be home very late tonight. Have fun dear. Call me if you need to.'
Her house was empty. Right now. God was really testing her today.
Rachel noticed immediately when Quinn stopped walking and was now looking at her with worry etched on her face. "What's wrong? Is your mom okay?"
"She's in Columbus," she answered carefully. "She went to visit a friend of hers and she won't be home until late tonight." Quinn slipped the phone into her pocket and watched Rachel's eyes go dark, and damn if she didn't lick her lips too.
Rachel took a few shaky breaths, one of them ending in a soft, "Oh," before she turned and walked the remaining ten feet to Quinn's car and crawled inside without another word. Quinn sighed in mild disappointment and followed Rachel, sliding into the driver's seat and glancing over to see Rachel with her own phone out. Her fingers were flying over the keys.
"Who are you texting?" Quinn asked with a frown.
Rachel didn't answer at first-just finished typing and hit send. Then she looked up with a trembling smile. "I just informed daddy that your mother requested that you invite me to your house, and that we are heading over there for awhile before going to Santana's."
Quinn's hands tightened on her steering wheel and she sucked in a harsh breath. "Are you being serious right now?" she asked uncertainly.
"Perfectly. I want to be alone with you, Quinn," she insisted quietly despite the slight tremor in her voice.
"So you lied to your fathers?"
A tiny smile curled Rachel's mouth. "It isn't exactly a lie. Your mother did extend the invitation," Rachel reasoned, "but if you'd prefer to go back to my house and hang out with my suddenly over-attentive fathers rather than be alone with me, then by all means, drive on," she finished with a wave toward the front window.
Quinn most definitely would not prefer that, but she wasn't entirely certain what Rachel had in mind, and her own mind had crashed firmly into the gutter. She turned to Rachel and took her hand. "Rach, I know we've kind of been joking around today about…about…you know," she stammered with a blush.
"Having sex," Rachel supplied easily.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded. She might be a little more comfortable thinking about sex, but talking about it was still a bit difficult at times. "But, I mean…I don't expect…we wouldn't have to…your dads just gave us the talk today…and…"
Rachel laughed softly and shook her head, leaning over to place a chaste kiss to the corner of Quinn's mouth. "You're so adorable when you stutter, sweetheart, but you really don't need to be so nervous. I only want to celebrate the momentous occurrences of yesterday in private. We really haven't been alone together since you told me that you love me-unless you count being in this car-so yeah, an empty house with no parents and no interruptions sounds like heaven right about now."
"And when you say celebrate," she trailed off, still wanting to clarify.
"I'm not propositioning you for sex, Quinn," Rachel responded wryly. "I just want a few hours alone with you, and your lips, and these hands," she lifted their joined ones and pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's knuckle, "and possibly certain other parts of you that I've recently had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with."
Quinn drew in a breath and studied Rachel, seeing the opportunity being presented to her and wondering why the hell she was even hesitating. "Well, when you put it that way-how can I refuse?" Reluctantly letting go of Rachel's hand, she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, shooting anxious, sidelong glances at Rachel the entire drive just in case she might change her mind.
It was completely ridiculous that she should be so nervous about inviting Rachel into her house. The feeling was entirely out of character for her. She'd stood up for the first time in front of her entire church at eight years of age and sang Silent Night at Christmas Eve mass without a single butterfly. She'd executed a perfect back handspring with a full twist at twelve years old to nail her try out for the junior cheerios without even breaking a sweat. She'd faced down the infamous Sue Sylvester at cheerleading camp the summer before freshman year and boldly informed the woman that she was looking at her next head cheerleader, and then she'd proceeded to walk through the doors of William McKinley High School as the youngest captain ever.
So being alone with Rachel in her bedroom with no parents around should be cake.
"Wow-it's bigger than I thought it would be," Rachel murmured, eyeing the house when Quinn pulled into her driveway.
"That's what she said," Quinn joked. "Seriously, the mortgage was already paid off and Mom got the house in the divorce settlement, but if it wasn't for the alimony and child support, we'd have been out of here already."
Rachel nodded, but didn't comment. They'd had discussions about Quinn's mother in the past, and Rachel always straddled the line between being angry at the woman for staying silent and allowing Russell Fabray to disown Quinn, and respecting her for finally standing up to him and starting over with her life and her daughter.
Once inside, she led Rachel through the foyer and watched her begin to not so discretely glance around at the cold white walls and pretentious décor. The Fabray house was nothing like Rachel's. It was too big, too ostentatious, and far too stuffy. Her mom had tried to add a little warmth to the place, but the woman still had a certain expensive, exclusive taste that made it feel more like an upscale hotel lobby than a home. She sighed, "Welcome to the mausoleum. You can probably see why I was such an uptight bitch for so long."
Rachel's laughter filled the house, and she turned and slipped her arms around Quinn's hips, leaning into her. "You're recovering nicely, though."
"I have excellent motivation," she murmured, dropping a kiss on Rachel's cheek before pressing her own cheek against the girl's temple. "You like me sweet."
"I just like you," Rachel whispered.
"Only like?" Quinn purred, dipping her hands into Rachel's back pockets and pulling her closer.
"Mmm. Love. I love you."
Yeah, never gonna hear that enough.
"Love you, too, baby," she breathed.
Rachel was tucked so perfectly into her body, but still not close enough for Quinn's taste, so she kissed that tempting mouth and immediately felt the flickering embers of her arousal spark back to life. This whole being alone in an empty house could be dangerous. Pulling away on a groan, she grudgingly released all but one of Rachel's hands and took a step back, noticing that her girlfriend looked a little put out by the sudden distance.
"So, what are you in the mood for?" Quinn asked, swinging Rachel's hand back and forth and reaching for a levity that she wasn't necessarily feeling. "We could play a board game, or sit and talk, or watch television, or a DVD-although my paltry little collection pales in comparison to yours. Or…ah…there's the hot tub," she added timidly. "I'm sure I have a spare bathing suit around somewhere."
Actually, Quinn had a few skimpy little bikinis that she wouldn't mind getting Rachel into.
And then out of.
Rachel bit into her lower lip to contain a grin, and then gave up and asked, "Is that the infamous hot tub?"
Quinn felt her face flush. "Um…yeah. Guess that's not the best idea, huh?"
Rachel giggled and tugged Quinn closer again. "Maybe later. Why don't you just give me a tour, and then we'll see where we end up."
Well, hell, she has to know we're going to end up in my bedroom.
"I thought you weren't planning to proposition me," she teased with fluttering eyelashes.
Rachel rolled her eyes and tugged on Quinn's hand. "Come on, Fabray. Show me around this pretentious palace of yours."
"Yes, dear."
Quinn led Rachel around the downstairs first, starting with the living room. Rachel spent a few moments studying the sparse pictures of a younger Quinn, her sister, and her mother. Russell Fabray was conspicuously absent, his pictures victims to the initial post-separation purge. Quinn hadn't really been surprised that her mom had so easily invited Rachel to call her Judy, because being called Mrs. Fabray just reminded her of her failed marriage, even though she was a bit too attached to the automatic respect that came with the name to ever actually give it up
Rachel picked up the only picture of just her and her older sister together, taken at their mother's insistence two years ago just after Regan's college graduation and before her wedding. "Wow, you really look a lot like your sister," she commented.
"But I'm not nearly as evil as she is."
"Quinn!" Rachel admonished.
She shrugged. "She's daddy's little girl." Rachel gave her a sympathetic nod. Quinn didn't want to talk about her perfect sister who had been happy to persecute her for her teenaged pregnancy just like her father had. She'd already told Rachel more than enough about Regan, and how close they hadn't been when they were younger.
Quinn led Rachel into the kitchen and asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink. Rachel accepted a vitamin water and proceeded to play with the bottle as Quinn showed her the family room, the sun porch, and yes, the hot tub. She skipped the den because she thought that the mounted dear heads and bear skinned rug might really freak Rachel out. She had no clue why her mother hadn't just tossed everything in there and turned it into a craft room or something-it was the only room in the house that still showed Russell's influence.
They finally stopped in front of the staircase, and Quinn glanced up the stairs, and then back at Rachel. "Well, that just leaves…uh…upstairs."
"Yes, Quinn. I'd worked that out," she teased with a grin.
Chuckling at her own frayed nerves, she took a breath and led Rachel up, bypassing the guestroom, her mom's bedroom, and her sister's old lair-uh…room-to push open the door of her own bedroom. She stepped inside and turned to look at Rachel with a tight smile. "So, this is it." Rachel's eyes moved over the gray carpet and barren pink walls, and Quinn sighed, "I'd like to tell you that I just haven't bothered to re-personalize the room after I moved back in, but it's pretty much always looked like this."
"Well, it's certainly…neat and tidy," Rachel praised, moving further into the room and pausing in front of the mirror over Quinn's dresser. She set the bottled water down and leaned forward to look at the photographs tacked into the border. There was a old one of Quinn with her mother that had been taken at the beginning of Freshman year after Quinn had been named cheerio captain, another with Brittany and Santana in their uniforms, and-of course Rachel would focus on that last photo on the mirror, actually reaching up to pluck it down for a closer look.
It was a color copy of last year's glee club yearbook picture-Quinn had used what had been left of her influence at McKinley to claim one of the proofs for her own-folded unevenly to crop out everyone but Mercedes bending slightly forward, Quinn standing behind her and beside Finn-her early pregnancy disguised by her position-and Rachel in front of them in the short, yellow plaid skirt that she'd been wearing that day. The way the photo had been stuck in the top of the mirror had effectively beheaded Finn and left only the girls as the focus of the picture.
At the time, Quinn had somehow managed to convince herself that she'd wanted a copy because she'd been the one to actually get the picture in the yearbook to begin with-even if no one would ever know that except for her and Coach Sylvester-and she'd told herself that she was sticking it on the mirror because the club had been there for her through the worst time of her life. When she'd folded it over in that particular place, it was because Mercedes had been her savior in the last few months of her pregnancy, and while she knew exactly why she'd hidden Finn, she'd never really bothered to ask herself why she hadn't folded over the other side to remove Rachel when she was supposed to hate the girl. Of course, now she realized that she'd liked having that photo tacked on her mirror to look at because Rachel was in it.
"We need to get you a more recent photograph," Rachel murmured with sparkling eyes.
Quinn smiled. "I'm kind of fond of that one, though."
Rachel nodded, and then reverently placed the photo back onto the mirror, and Quinn couldn't resist. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist from behind. Rachel crossed her arms over Quinn's and leaned into her, allowing her to press her lips to Rachel's cheek.
"Mmm…that's nice," Rachel murmured, tipping her head back and exposing more of her throat for Quinn to taste. She took full advantage, suckling on her pulse point as her hands slowly drifted up the Rachel's torso-one settling over a toned belly and the other continuing higher until a palm molded to the curve of a breast. Rachel moaned and reached up to tangle her fingers into blonde hair. "I'm…kind of fond…of you…doing…that," she confessed breathily, her chest rising and falling more noticeably with every word as Quinn continued to nip and lick at soft, tanned skin. "Oh God, Quinn…"
Quinn felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sound of that amazing voice moaning her name. She just couldn't ever get enough of hearing it-of reducing Rachel to husky moans and monosyllabic words like oh, yes, Quinn, God, more, please.
Rachel shifted impatiently against her, pressing her firm backside into Quinn's crotch and pulling a moan from Quinn that vibrated against the Rachel's throat. She knew that if she didn't stop right now, she'd end up embarrassing herself by grinding against her girlfriend's ass. Dragging in a labored breath through her nose, she reached up to gently pry the hand from her hair and forced herself to take a step back. Rachel let out a frustrated little growl at the sudden loss of contact, and she spun around to tug Quinn's head down and into a passionate kiss.
Quinn's traitorous arms looped around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer again. Her knees felt weak, her heart was thundering, she could feel her nipples straining against her bra-and God, she knew Rachel could feel them too because she could feel Rachel's-and the throbbing between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore. Tearing her mouth away with a gasp, Quinn managed to pant out, "we need to slow down."
Rachel groaned and dropped her forehead onto Quinn's shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. "Damn you and your honorable intentions," she muttered in a thin attempt at humor.
Quinn hissed out a breath. "Believe me, baby, all I really want to do right now is lay you down on my bed, take off all your clothes, and touch every inch of your body, but I don't think you're ready for that yet."
Rachel's head lifted and dark, smoldering eyes challenged Quinn's willpower. "Are you ready, Quinn?" she asked thickly. "If…if you didn't have to worry about me…would you want to take the next step?"
Quinn considered her answer-really considered it. Right now, standing there with Rachel in her arms and feeling more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, Quinn would say hell yes she was ready. There wasn't anything she wanted more than to make love to her girlfriend. If she took a step back from her immediate need-which was really hard at the moment-would she still feel the same? Without any regrets?
"I…I think so," she whispered, feeling Rachel's arms tighten around her at the admission. "I'm so in love with you, Rach. And…when we're together…I just…I feel like I'm finally who I'm supposed to be, and I'm not afraid to…to get…closer to you…because you've already seen me…all of me…and you're still here."
Rachel traced her fingers over Quinn's cheek. "I'll always be here," she promised, and then her soft smile turned a little wicked, "and I haven't seen all of you yet, but I'd like to."
Quinn chuckled and gave Rachel a little squeeze. "You will…when we're both ready."
Rachel shook her head and sighed. "You can be delightfully obtuse at times, Quinn."
Quinn furrowed her brows, but Rachel didn't elaborate, at least not verbally. She took a step back and began to unfasten the buttons of her pink blouse. By the time Quinn fully registered what was happening, Rachel only had two buttons left and her lacy white bra was peaking out from between the edges of the gaping fabric. Her hands shot up and gripped the shirt, holding it closed. "What are you doing?" she asked in a panic.
"I thought that was obvious," Rachel responded with an amused smile.
"Rachel, I didn't say those things to try to get into your pants," she hissed. She never wanted to coerce her girlfriend into anything, or make her feel pressured.
Rachel took Quinn's hands and carefully pried them away from her blouse. "I could point out that you're actually getting into my shirt, not my pants, but I'm sensing you'd fail to find the humor in that just now."
Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath before muttering, "You'd be sensing right."
"Quinn, I'm ready for more," and hazel eyes flew open at the admission. "Maybe not…total intimacy right this second, but more than we've been doing. I thought that you weren't ready, because you always stop me whenever I try to see more of you than just the parts exposed by your cheerio's uniform."
Quinn sucked her lower lip between her teeth and focused her gaze over Rachel's shoulder. "But you know why I'm nervous about that, Rach."
"I do, and I won't tell you again that you're crazy-even though you totally are because you're a goddess," and Quinn couldn't help smiling at that, "but it's highly unfair that you've been sneaking peaks at me when you've yet to reciprocate."
"And yet you're the one stripping," Quinn pointed out.
Rachel shrugged, "I thought I'd ease you into it."
"Are you sure?" Quinn asked quietly, studying Rachel's face for any sign of hesitation, but Rachel didn't hesitate or drop her gaze or even blush. She kept her eyes locked on Quinn's and undid the last two buttons of her shirt, swiftly shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
Quinn sucked in a breath at the sight before her. The little glimpses she'd caught of Rachel's body up until that moment had been nothing compared to an unimpeded view. Her eyes had drifted a time or two when the girls had been changing for glee numbers, but being in deep denial at the time, Quinn hadn't really allowed herself the pleasure of looking. Now, she was struck momentarily dumb by the expanse of smooth, tan skin and enticing curves on display. The lacy little bra really did nothing to disguise Rachel's breasts-rigid nipples poked against the fabric and the generous swells practically spilled out from the cups. When Quinn failed to say anything or move or maybe even breathe, Rachel stepped back into her arms and kissed her again.
Quinn's hands landed on a naked back and found nothing but hot skin. It wasn't anything that she hadn't done before, albeit underneath the barrier of Rachel's shirt, but somehow, knowing that her girlfriend was (willingly) topless and pressed against her made it so much better. Giving into desire, she spun the girl around and steadily backed her toward the bed, and she felt Rachel smile against her lips. When Rachel's knees hit the frame, Quinn let her go just long enough for them both to resettle onto the mattress with Rachel on her back and Quinn hovering over her.
She traced a reverent hand down Rachel's throat and over her chest, trailing over her bra-clad breasts and making her arch up and hiss out a ragged breath before stroking along her ribs and belly. There was something decidedly erotic about seeing her pale hand tracing patterns on that flawless dusky flesh. "God, you're gorgeous," Quinn murmured before dropping down to capture Rachel's lower lip, kissing her sensuously as her hand curled over a breast and her thumbs grazed the lace-covered nipple.
Rachel moaned against her lips, and Quinn smiled before proceeding to kiss across her jaw, down her throat and over her chest. Her tongue snuck out to taste the swell of the breast not currently filling her palm.
"God…Quinn…please," Rachel moaned, twisting her hands into Quinn's hair and trying to force more contact.
"Tell me what you want," she husked, because no matter how much she wanted that bra to come off, she wouldn't do anything unless Rachel specifically told her to.
Rachel groaned, shifting restlessly underneath Quinn and driving her crazy in the process. "Off…take it off," Rachel finally commanded. "I want your mouth on me."
"Oh, God, baby…I want that, too," she admitted breathlessly.
"Then stop teasing, Fabray," she growled, grabbing the hand on her breast and jerking it to her side as she pushed up on her elbows to give Quinn access to the clasp of her bra.
Quinn caught her breath at Rachel's display of forcefulness, but she didn't hesitate to take the invitation she'd been given. She unhooked the clasp with fumbling fingers and peeled the garment away, tossing it carelessly to the floor as her eyes fixated on those perfect breasts.
I guess her skin tone is totally natural. Or she goes tanning topless. She'd better not be doing that. And, oh my God, why am I even thinking about her lack of tan lines? Rachel's boobs! Oh. My. God.
"Quinn?"
Insecurity colored the soft inquiry, and Quinn snapped her eyes up to meet Rachel's suddenly apprehensive ones. Her deceptively overconfident girlfriend really needed her reassurance right now, and she was just gaping like a moron. "You're…perfect," she breathed reverently, tenderly running her fingers over the naked curve of Rachel's left breast and then around the stiff, dusky nipple. Rachel moaned and arched beneath her with breath coming in short little pants.
Dipping her head, Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel's right breast while her fingers continued to tease and tweak the left in a way that she knew the girl loved. Touching was familiar-but tasting…? Quinn poked out the tip of her tongue and circled the rigid peak, and Rachel's reaction was instantaneous. She came off the mattress and tangled her fingers into Quinn's hair almost painfully. "God, Quinn!"
"Mmm." She absolutely adored the way Rachel's nipple felt under her tongue, and she licked back and forth across the little nub, first with the tip, and then the flat, all the while listening to the amazing noises that Rachel was emitting. It was almost like-music.
Quinn's arousal had been steadily growing from the moment she touched Rachel. She shifted restlessly over the girl beneath her, moaning at the spike of pleasure that shot through her when her legs fell between Rachel's and her hips pressed into a knee. Her body quivered, but she did her best to ignore it, instead turning her attention to Rachel's other breast so that she could taste them both equally. Rachel had other ideas, however, and raised her knee to purposely rub her thigh against Quinn's center.
She gasped, wrenching her mouth away from Rachel's breast. Things were getting out of hand. Her hips were moving instinctively and completely without her permission, and she couldn't do anything but moan and pant against Rache's skin because her own pleasure was stealing all of her focus. "God…Rachel…I…I…need…"
To never stop doing this...
Rachel's hands had moved down to Quinn's waist to anchor her against every upward thrust of her leg. "It's okay, baby," she purred, borrowing Quinn's endearment and making it her own, "Just take what you need."
"R-Rachel," she stuttered, arching her back and grinding down hard. "Oh…oh…God." She could feel her stomach muscles tensing with every thrust, and she knew she was close. She opened her eyes and looked down at Rachel, with her dark, heavy lidded eyes and kiss swollen lips and messy brown hair spread out over Quinn's comforter, and that was really all it took. She'd gone too long denying her needs to hold them back now, and with a final thrust, her body shuddered into release. "Ra…chel."
Colors exploded in front of her eyes as her hips jerked and waves of pleasure washed over her. Quinn collapsed bonelessly onto the body beneath her as the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm shook her. She held onto Rachel for all she was worth as she struggled for breath while Rachel ran a soothing hand over her hair. Part of her wanted to weep with joy at the intimacy of finally experiencing an orgasm with Rachel in her arms, but a bigger part of her wanted to hide her face in shame that she'd just selfishly gotten off by humping her girlfriend's leg. Jesus, she was still wearing her damn blue jeans, which were feeling a little damp and gross right now.
"I'm so sorry," she finally whispered in mortification.
She felt Rachel's hand still against the crown of her head, and then reach down and sneak under her chin to gently lift her face up. Reluctantly, she met Rachel's eyes and saw the love shining there. "You have no reason to be sorry, Quinn. You were…so beautiful to watch," she confessed as she tucked strands of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear.
Quinn closed her eyes and smiled. Gathering up what was left of her strength, she shimmied up Rachel's half-naked body and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. "I love you so much."
"Then show me," Rachel instructed, tugging lightly at Quinn's shirt. "I mean, I just gave you an amazing orgasm, and I haven't even seen you naked yet. How fair is that?"
Quinn breathed out a silent laugh and shook her head. "Not fair at all," she murmured, pushing herself up into a kneeling position over Rachel before she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly began to lift the material, and when Rachel's breath caught and her eyes went impossibly darker, the stretch marks and those extra five pounds suddenly didn't matter anymore to Quinn.
Chapter Thirty-One
Author: poetzproblem
Fandom Glee
Characters: Rachel Berry / Quinn Fabray
Word Count: ~5800
Rating: R
Summary: One pivotal moment can change everything.
Spoilers/Warnings: hrough A Very Glee Christmas. Then AU. Cursing, sexual references, Femslash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters, just like to play with them.
A/N: Written for a Faberry prompt, but can't remember where. 'Rachel and Quinn share a kiss during a game of spin the bottle. From that night forward both girls desperately try to deny what they felt; what they feel. ..The other Glee kids know what’s up and attempt to play matchmaker.'
A/N2: This chapter and the next are the much anticipated…sexy times. I'm not exactly skilled with writing these scenes, but I've attempted it for this story. So if it isn't very good. My humble apologies.
(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six) (Chapter Seven) (Chapter Eight) (Chapter Nine) (Chapter Ten) (Chapter Eleven) (Chapter Twelve) (Chapter Thirteen) (Chapter Fourteen) (Chapter Sixteen) (Chapter Sixteen) (Chapter Seventeen) (Chapter Eighteen) (Chapter Nineteen) (Chapter Twenty) (Chapter Twenty-One) (Chapter Twenty-Two) (Chapter Twenty-Three) (Chapter Twenty-Four) (Chapter Twenty-Five)(Chapter Twenty-Six) (Chapter Twenty-Seven) (Chapter Twenty-Eight) (Chapter Twenty-Nine)
Honorable Intentions
Quinn walked toward the entrance of the movie theater with her hands shoved deeply into the back pockets of her own blue jeans to keep from touching Rachel. She hadn't been joking about wanting to just be alone with her somewhere so that they could continue to explore the physical side of their relationship. The last few weeks had been heaven and hell for her, being able to hold and kiss and touch the girl she loved was amazing, but utterly frustrating every time they had to stop.
She'd thought having Rachel's dads find out about them would be a relief, but she hadn't fully considered the fact that their little make-out sessions in Rachel's bedroom would end up getting curtailed-not that they'd really gone past under-the-shirt and over-the-bra. Okay, maybe it was more like under-the-shirt and under-the-bra, but the shirts hadn't come off yet-just been hiked up a little, or at least Rachel's had been. Quinn was still hyper-aware of her stretch marks and the extra five pounds that she just couldn't seem to get rid of. Rachel constantly told her that she was crazy and that her body was perfect, but Quinn had pushed another person out of it-she was never going to look the way she used to.
Rachel, on the other hand, looked amazing-all tan skin and toned little belly and breasts that fit perfectly into Quinn's hands (and she might have hiked Rachel's shirt up high enough to catch a little glimpse of them a time or two-or maybe three.) Quinn could build a shrine to Rachel's legs, which were blessedly on display in short little skirts and dresses more often than not. Rachel still had a fondness for knee socks, but Quinn had managed to convince her to leave the colored tights in the bottom of her drawer, so those silky thighs were usually left bare these days and wonderfully accessible, and Rachel totally appreciated Quinn's cheerios uniform for the same reason.
Below-the-waist and above-the-thigh was still off limits, but backsides were considered fair game. Needless to say, they'd been doing a lot of groping and a fair amount of grinding, but so far, whenever they started to get a little too worked up, one of them would manage to find a measure of sanity and slow things back down. Surprisingly, Rachel had been right about the whole not trusting herself thing, because Quinn was typically the one to stop them. It probably had a little something to do with her lingering body image issues, but mostly, she was extremely conscious that Rachel was still a virgin and the possibility of being her first was a really big deal for Quinn. She didn't want to screw it up.
She was still feeling uncomfortably aroused from their little hit and run in the car just now, and sitting in a movie theater where she wouldn't be able to do much more than hold Rachel's hand was going to be torture. They were supposed to be curled up together on Rachel's bed, happily testing some more of those physical boundaries, but for obvious reasons, that wasn't happening anytime soon. They'd be lucky to get in some chaste cuddling. Leroy and Hiram would probably take turns interrupting them every fifteen minutes for the rest of their high school careers-or at least for the next few weeks. Surely, the men enjoyed their romantic outings too much to permanently forgo their own relationship in favor of policing the girls.
Oh, please don't let it be permanent.
Of course, the other option would be inviting Rachel to her house. Her mom had suggested it, and Quinn wasn't planning to come out to her in the near future, so for all intents and purposes, Rachel Berry would just be Quinn's new, very best friend. Rachel would probably hate it of course, but she'd promised not to push the issue of full disclosure. Quinn's bedroom door had a lock, and on the rare occasion her mother encroached into her personal space, she always knocked. It could totally work.
Quinn really needed to stop thinking about sneaking around with her girlfriend because it was only getting her hotter.
When they got to the door, Quinn stepped in front of Rachel and grabbed the handle, holding it open for her smiling girlfriend. There were a few people in line at the box office, and Quinn glanced up at the marquee, double checking the times. Since coming to the movies had been kind of a last minute decision, they hadn't had a lot of choices on what to see that they could both agree on, so they settled for Limitless. She slapped the money on the counter, beating Rachel to the punch, and when she opened her mouth to argue, Quinn quieted her with a look-not the intimidating head-bitch look, but the baby-please-let-me-do-this-or-I'll-be-so-sad look. She'd discovered pretty early on that it was far more effective on Rachel than intimidation ever had been. She did, however, let her girlfriend buy her some Junior Mints.
They sat in the back row, which was more crowded than she preferred, and they discretely held hands. It was probably a good thing that they couldn't try to sneak in anything more stimulating, or Quinn might have just spontaneously combusted from sexual frustration. As the theater emptied, they stayed and watched the other people file out, taking turns making up little stories about some of them-that couple was on their first and last date, those girls were going to beauty school and had a final on hairspray this morning, that man was secretly a flasher in his spare time. Quinn had discovered that Rachel could have a wicked sense of humor sometimes, and it just made Quinn love her all the more. As was their habit, they shared a brief (chocolate-minty) kiss once the theater was empty before heading out.
As they were walking back through the parking lot, Quinn turned her phone back on and saw that she had a few texts from Santana poking fun at her behavior on the bus last night and threatening her with public humiliation if she even thought about skipping out on the party, one text from Brittany gushing about the super fun time they were all going to have tonight, and a voicemail message that she decided to check since her mom and Rachel were the only ones who actually used her voicemail instead of texting. "It's my mom," she said by way of an apology to Rachel when she glanced over at Quinn. She fell back a few steps as they neared the car, taking the opportunity to admire Rachel's ass in those jeans, but as she listened to her mother's message, her forward motion came to a stop.
'Quinnie, honey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Columbus to visit my friend Patty-you remember her, don't you? She's the one whose husband passed away last year. I decided to call her after you left this morning and when I mentioned that you were spending the day with your friend, she told me that I should come visit her this afternoon. So that's what I'm doing. I know you said you'd probably spend the night at the Berrys' house, but just in case, I'll probably be home very late tonight. Have fun dear. Call me if you need to.'
Her house was empty. Right now. God was really testing her today.
Rachel noticed immediately when Quinn stopped walking and was now looking at her with worry etched on her face. "What's wrong? Is your mom okay?"
"She's in Columbus," she answered carefully. "She went to visit a friend of hers and she won't be home until late tonight." Quinn slipped the phone into her pocket and watched Rachel's eyes go dark, and damn if she didn't lick her lips too.
Rachel took a few shaky breaths, one of them ending in a soft, "Oh," before she turned and walked the remaining ten feet to Quinn's car and crawled inside without another word. Quinn sighed in mild disappointment and followed Rachel, sliding into the driver's seat and glancing over to see Rachel with her own phone out. Her fingers were flying over the keys.
"Who are you texting?" Quinn asked with a frown.
Rachel didn't answer at first-just finished typing and hit send. Then she looked up with a trembling smile. "I just informed daddy that your mother requested that you invite me to your house, and that we are heading over there for awhile before going to Santana's."
Quinn's hands tightened on her steering wheel and she sucked in a harsh breath. "Are you being serious right now?" she asked uncertainly.
"Perfectly. I want to be alone with you, Quinn," she insisted quietly despite the slight tremor in her voice.
"So you lied to your fathers?"
A tiny smile curled Rachel's mouth. "It isn't exactly a lie. Your mother did extend the invitation," Rachel reasoned, "but if you'd prefer to go back to my house and hang out with my suddenly over-attentive fathers rather than be alone with me, then by all means, drive on," she finished with a wave toward the front window.
Quinn most definitely would not prefer that, but she wasn't entirely certain what Rachel had in mind, and her own mind had crashed firmly into the gutter. She turned to Rachel and took her hand. "Rach, I know we've kind of been joking around today about…about…you know," she stammered with a blush.
"Having sex," Rachel supplied easily.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded. She might be a little more comfortable thinking about sex, but talking about it was still a bit difficult at times. "But, I mean…I don't expect…we wouldn't have to…your dads just gave us the talk today…and…"
Rachel laughed softly and shook her head, leaning over to place a chaste kiss to the corner of Quinn's mouth. "You're so adorable when you stutter, sweetheart, but you really don't need to be so nervous. I only want to celebrate the momentous occurrences of yesterday in private. We really haven't been alone together since you told me that you love me-unless you count being in this car-so yeah, an empty house with no parents and no interruptions sounds like heaven right about now."
"And when you say celebrate," she trailed off, still wanting to clarify.
"I'm not propositioning you for sex, Quinn," Rachel responded wryly. "I just want a few hours alone with you, and your lips, and these hands," she lifted their joined ones and pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's knuckle, "and possibly certain other parts of you that I've recently had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with."
Quinn drew in a breath and studied Rachel, seeing the opportunity being presented to her and wondering why the hell she was even hesitating. "Well, when you put it that way-how can I refuse?" Reluctantly letting go of Rachel's hand, she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, shooting anxious, sidelong glances at Rachel the entire drive just in case she might change her mind.
It was completely ridiculous that she should be so nervous about inviting Rachel into her house. The feeling was entirely out of character for her. She'd stood up for the first time in front of her entire church at eight years of age and sang Silent Night at Christmas Eve mass without a single butterfly. She'd executed a perfect back handspring with a full twist at twelve years old to nail her try out for the junior cheerios without even breaking a sweat. She'd faced down the infamous Sue Sylvester at cheerleading camp the summer before freshman year and boldly informed the woman that she was looking at her next head cheerleader, and then she'd proceeded to walk through the doors of William McKinley High School as the youngest captain ever.
So being alone with Rachel in her bedroom with no parents around should be cake.
"Wow-it's bigger than I thought it would be," Rachel murmured, eyeing the house when Quinn pulled into her driveway.
"That's what she said," Quinn joked. "Seriously, the mortgage was already paid off and Mom got the house in the divorce settlement, but if it wasn't for the alimony and child support, we'd have been out of here already."
Rachel nodded, but didn't comment. They'd had discussions about Quinn's mother in the past, and Rachel always straddled the line between being angry at the woman for staying silent and allowing Russell Fabray to disown Quinn, and respecting her for finally standing up to him and starting over with her life and her daughter.
Once inside, she led Rachel through the foyer and watched her begin to not so discretely glance around at the cold white walls and pretentious décor. The Fabray house was nothing like Rachel's. It was too big, too ostentatious, and far too stuffy. Her mom had tried to add a little warmth to the place, but the woman still had a certain expensive, exclusive taste that made it feel more like an upscale hotel lobby than a home. She sighed, "Welcome to the mausoleum. You can probably see why I was such an uptight bitch for so long."
Rachel's laughter filled the house, and she turned and slipped her arms around Quinn's hips, leaning into her. "You're recovering nicely, though."
"I have excellent motivation," she murmured, dropping a kiss on Rachel's cheek before pressing her own cheek against the girl's temple. "You like me sweet."
"I just like you," Rachel whispered.
"Only like?" Quinn purred, dipping her hands into Rachel's back pockets and pulling her closer.
"Mmm. Love. I love you."
Yeah, never gonna hear that enough.
"Love you, too, baby," she breathed.
Rachel was tucked so perfectly into her body, but still not close enough for Quinn's taste, so she kissed that tempting mouth and immediately felt the flickering embers of her arousal spark back to life. This whole being alone in an empty house could be dangerous. Pulling away on a groan, she grudgingly released all but one of Rachel's hands and took a step back, noticing that her girlfriend looked a little put out by the sudden distance.
"So, what are you in the mood for?" Quinn asked, swinging Rachel's hand back and forth and reaching for a levity that she wasn't necessarily feeling. "We could play a board game, or sit and talk, or watch television, or a DVD-although my paltry little collection pales in comparison to yours. Or…ah…there's the hot tub," she added timidly. "I'm sure I have a spare bathing suit around somewhere."
Actually, Quinn had a few skimpy little bikinis that she wouldn't mind getting Rachel into.
And then out of.
Rachel bit into her lower lip to contain a grin, and then gave up and asked, "Is that the infamous hot tub?"
Quinn felt her face flush. "Um…yeah. Guess that's not the best idea, huh?"
Rachel giggled and tugged Quinn closer again. "Maybe later. Why don't you just give me a tour, and then we'll see where we end up."
Well, hell, she has to know we're going to end up in my bedroom.
"I thought you weren't planning to proposition me," she teased with fluttering eyelashes.
Rachel rolled her eyes and tugged on Quinn's hand. "Come on, Fabray. Show me around this pretentious palace of yours."
"Yes, dear."
Quinn led Rachel around the downstairs first, starting with the living room. Rachel spent a few moments studying the sparse pictures of a younger Quinn, her sister, and her mother. Russell Fabray was conspicuously absent, his pictures victims to the initial post-separation purge. Quinn hadn't really been surprised that her mom had so easily invited Rachel to call her Judy, because being called Mrs. Fabray just reminded her of her failed marriage, even though she was a bit too attached to the automatic respect that came with the name to ever actually give it up
Rachel picked up the only picture of just her and her older sister together, taken at their mother's insistence two years ago just after Regan's college graduation and before her wedding. "Wow, you really look a lot like your sister," she commented.
"But I'm not nearly as evil as she is."
"Quinn!" Rachel admonished.
She shrugged. "She's daddy's little girl." Rachel gave her a sympathetic nod. Quinn didn't want to talk about her perfect sister who had been happy to persecute her for her teenaged pregnancy just like her father had. She'd already told Rachel more than enough about Regan, and how close they hadn't been when they were younger.
Quinn led Rachel into the kitchen and asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink. Rachel accepted a vitamin water and proceeded to play with the bottle as Quinn showed her the family room, the sun porch, and yes, the hot tub. She skipped the den because she thought that the mounted dear heads and bear skinned rug might really freak Rachel out. She had no clue why her mother hadn't just tossed everything in there and turned it into a craft room or something-it was the only room in the house that still showed Russell's influence.
They finally stopped in front of the staircase, and Quinn glanced up the stairs, and then back at Rachel. "Well, that just leaves…uh…upstairs."
"Yes, Quinn. I'd worked that out," she teased with a grin.
Chuckling at her own frayed nerves, she took a breath and led Rachel up, bypassing the guestroom, her mom's bedroom, and her sister's old lair-uh…room-to push open the door of her own bedroom. She stepped inside and turned to look at Rachel with a tight smile. "So, this is it." Rachel's eyes moved over the gray carpet and barren pink walls, and Quinn sighed, "I'd like to tell you that I just haven't bothered to re-personalize the room after I moved back in, but it's pretty much always looked like this."
"Well, it's certainly…neat and tidy," Rachel praised, moving further into the room and pausing in front of the mirror over Quinn's dresser. She set the bottled water down and leaned forward to look at the photographs tacked into the border. There was a old one of Quinn with her mother that had been taken at the beginning of Freshman year after Quinn had been named cheerio captain, another with Brittany and Santana in their uniforms, and-of course Rachel would focus on that last photo on the mirror, actually reaching up to pluck it down for a closer look.
It was a color copy of last year's glee club yearbook picture-Quinn had used what had been left of her influence at McKinley to claim one of the proofs for her own-folded unevenly to crop out everyone but Mercedes bending slightly forward, Quinn standing behind her and beside Finn-her early pregnancy disguised by her position-and Rachel in front of them in the short, yellow plaid skirt that she'd been wearing that day. The way the photo had been stuck in the top of the mirror had effectively beheaded Finn and left only the girls as the focus of the picture.
At the time, Quinn had somehow managed to convince herself that she'd wanted a copy because she'd been the one to actually get the picture in the yearbook to begin with-even if no one would ever know that except for her and Coach Sylvester-and she'd told herself that she was sticking it on the mirror because the club had been there for her through the worst time of her life. When she'd folded it over in that particular place, it was because Mercedes had been her savior in the last few months of her pregnancy, and while she knew exactly why she'd hidden Finn, she'd never really bothered to ask herself why she hadn't folded over the other side to remove Rachel when she was supposed to hate the girl. Of course, now she realized that she'd liked having that photo tacked on her mirror to look at because Rachel was in it.
"We need to get you a more recent photograph," Rachel murmured with sparkling eyes.
Quinn smiled. "I'm kind of fond of that one, though."
Rachel nodded, and then reverently placed the photo back onto the mirror, and Quinn couldn't resist. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist from behind. Rachel crossed her arms over Quinn's and leaned into her, allowing her to press her lips to Rachel's cheek.
"Mmm…that's nice," Rachel murmured, tipping her head back and exposing more of her throat for Quinn to taste. She took full advantage, suckling on her pulse point as her hands slowly drifted up the Rachel's torso-one settling over a toned belly and the other continuing higher until a palm molded to the curve of a breast. Rachel moaned and reached up to tangle her fingers into blonde hair. "I'm…kind of fond…of you…doing…that," she confessed breathily, her chest rising and falling more noticeably with every word as Quinn continued to nip and lick at soft, tanned skin. "Oh God, Quinn…"
Quinn felt a fresh wave of arousal at the sound of that amazing voice moaning her name. She just couldn't ever get enough of hearing it-of reducing Rachel to husky moans and monosyllabic words like oh, yes, Quinn, God, more, please.
Rachel shifted impatiently against her, pressing her firm backside into Quinn's crotch and pulling a moan from Quinn that vibrated against the Rachel's throat. She knew that if she didn't stop right now, she'd end up embarrassing herself by grinding against her girlfriend's ass. Dragging in a labored breath through her nose, she reached up to gently pry the hand from her hair and forced herself to take a step back. Rachel let out a frustrated little growl at the sudden loss of contact, and she spun around to tug Quinn's head down and into a passionate kiss.
Quinn's traitorous arms looped around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer again. Her knees felt weak, her heart was thundering, she could feel her nipples straining against her bra-and God, she knew Rachel could feel them too because she could feel Rachel's-and the throbbing between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore. Tearing her mouth away with a gasp, Quinn managed to pant out, "we need to slow down."
Rachel groaned and dropped her forehead onto Quinn's shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. "Damn you and your honorable intentions," she muttered in a thin attempt at humor.
Quinn hissed out a breath. "Believe me, baby, all I really want to do right now is lay you down on my bed, take off all your clothes, and touch every inch of your body, but I don't think you're ready for that yet."
Rachel's head lifted and dark, smoldering eyes challenged Quinn's willpower. "Are you ready, Quinn?" she asked thickly. "If…if you didn't have to worry about me…would you want to take the next step?"
Quinn considered her answer-really considered it. Right now, standing there with Rachel in her arms and feeling more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, Quinn would say hell yes she was ready. There wasn't anything she wanted more than to make love to her girlfriend. If she took a step back from her immediate need-which was really hard at the moment-would she still feel the same? Without any regrets?
"I…I think so," she whispered, feeling Rachel's arms tighten around her at the admission. "I'm so in love with you, Rach. And…when we're together…I just…I feel like I'm finally who I'm supposed to be, and I'm not afraid to…to get…closer to you…because you've already seen me…all of me…and you're still here."
Rachel traced her fingers over Quinn's cheek. "I'll always be here," she promised, and then her soft smile turned a little wicked, "and I haven't seen all of you yet, but I'd like to."
Quinn chuckled and gave Rachel a little squeeze. "You will…when we're both ready."
Rachel shook her head and sighed. "You can be delightfully obtuse at times, Quinn."
Quinn furrowed her brows, but Rachel didn't elaborate, at least not verbally. She took a step back and began to unfasten the buttons of her pink blouse. By the time Quinn fully registered what was happening, Rachel only had two buttons left and her lacy white bra was peaking out from between the edges of the gaping fabric. Her hands shot up and gripped the shirt, holding it closed. "What are you doing?" she asked in a panic.
"I thought that was obvious," Rachel responded with an amused smile.
"Rachel, I didn't say those things to try to get into your pants," she hissed. She never wanted to coerce her girlfriend into anything, or make her feel pressured.
Rachel took Quinn's hands and carefully pried them away from her blouse. "I could point out that you're actually getting into my shirt, not my pants, but I'm sensing you'd fail to find the humor in that just now."
Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath before muttering, "You'd be sensing right."
"Quinn, I'm ready for more," and hazel eyes flew open at the admission. "Maybe not…total intimacy right this second, but more than we've been doing. I thought that you weren't ready, because you always stop me whenever I try to see more of you than just the parts exposed by your cheerio's uniform."
Quinn sucked her lower lip between her teeth and focused her gaze over Rachel's shoulder. "But you know why I'm nervous about that, Rach."
"I do, and I won't tell you again that you're crazy-even though you totally are because you're a goddess," and Quinn couldn't help smiling at that, "but it's highly unfair that you've been sneaking peaks at me when you've yet to reciprocate."
"And yet you're the one stripping," Quinn pointed out.
Rachel shrugged, "I thought I'd ease you into it."
"Are you sure?" Quinn asked quietly, studying Rachel's face for any sign of hesitation, but Rachel didn't hesitate or drop her gaze or even blush. She kept her eyes locked on Quinn's and undid the last two buttons of her shirt, swiftly shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
Quinn sucked in a breath at the sight before her. The little glimpses she'd caught of Rachel's body up until that moment had been nothing compared to an unimpeded view. Her eyes had drifted a time or two when the girls had been changing for glee numbers, but being in deep denial at the time, Quinn hadn't really allowed herself the pleasure of looking. Now, she was struck momentarily dumb by the expanse of smooth, tan skin and enticing curves on display. The lacy little bra really did nothing to disguise Rachel's breasts-rigid nipples poked against the fabric and the generous swells practically spilled out from the cups. When Quinn failed to say anything or move or maybe even breathe, Rachel stepped back into her arms and kissed her again.
Quinn's hands landed on a naked back and found nothing but hot skin. It wasn't anything that she hadn't done before, albeit underneath the barrier of Rachel's shirt, but somehow, knowing that her girlfriend was (willingly) topless and pressed against her made it so much better. Giving into desire, she spun the girl around and steadily backed her toward the bed, and she felt Rachel smile against her lips. When Rachel's knees hit the frame, Quinn let her go just long enough for them both to resettle onto the mattress with Rachel on her back and Quinn hovering over her.
She traced a reverent hand down Rachel's throat and over her chest, trailing over her bra-clad breasts and making her arch up and hiss out a ragged breath before stroking along her ribs and belly. There was something decidedly erotic about seeing her pale hand tracing patterns on that flawless dusky flesh. "God, you're gorgeous," Quinn murmured before dropping down to capture Rachel's lower lip, kissing her sensuously as her hand curled over a breast and her thumbs grazed the lace-covered nipple.
Rachel moaned against her lips, and Quinn smiled before proceeding to kiss across her jaw, down her throat and over her chest. Her tongue snuck out to taste the swell of the breast not currently filling her palm.
"God…Quinn…please," Rachel moaned, twisting her hands into Quinn's hair and trying to force more contact.
"Tell me what you want," she husked, because no matter how much she wanted that bra to come off, she wouldn't do anything unless Rachel specifically told her to.
Rachel groaned, shifting restlessly underneath Quinn and driving her crazy in the process. "Off…take it off," Rachel finally commanded. "I want your mouth on me."
"Oh, God, baby…I want that, too," she admitted breathlessly.
"Then stop teasing, Fabray," she growled, grabbing the hand on her breast and jerking it to her side as she pushed up on her elbows to give Quinn access to the clasp of her bra.
Quinn caught her breath at Rachel's display of forcefulness, but she didn't hesitate to take the invitation she'd been given. She unhooked the clasp with fumbling fingers and peeled the garment away, tossing it carelessly to the floor as her eyes fixated on those perfect breasts.
I guess her skin tone is totally natural. Or she goes tanning topless. She'd better not be doing that. And, oh my God, why am I even thinking about her lack of tan lines? Rachel's boobs! Oh. My. God.
"Quinn?"
Insecurity colored the soft inquiry, and Quinn snapped her eyes up to meet Rachel's suddenly apprehensive ones. Her deceptively overconfident girlfriend really needed her reassurance right now, and she was just gaping like a moron. "You're…perfect," she breathed reverently, tenderly running her fingers over the naked curve of Rachel's left breast and then around the stiff, dusky nipple. Rachel moaned and arched beneath her with breath coming in short little pants.
Dipping her head, Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel's right breast while her fingers continued to tease and tweak the left in a way that she knew the girl loved. Touching was familiar-but tasting…? Quinn poked out the tip of her tongue and circled the rigid peak, and Rachel's reaction was instantaneous. She came off the mattress and tangled her fingers into Quinn's hair almost painfully. "God, Quinn!"
"Mmm." She absolutely adored the way Rachel's nipple felt under her tongue, and she licked back and forth across the little nub, first with the tip, and then the flat, all the while listening to the amazing noises that Rachel was emitting. It was almost like-music.
Quinn's arousal had been steadily growing from the moment she touched Rachel. She shifted restlessly over the girl beneath her, moaning at the spike of pleasure that shot through her when her legs fell between Rachel's and her hips pressed into a knee. Her body quivered, but she did her best to ignore it, instead turning her attention to Rachel's other breast so that she could taste them both equally. Rachel had other ideas, however, and raised her knee to purposely rub her thigh against Quinn's center.
She gasped, wrenching her mouth away from Rachel's breast. Things were getting out of hand. Her hips were moving instinctively and completely without her permission, and she couldn't do anything but moan and pant against Rache's skin because her own pleasure was stealing all of her focus. "God…Rachel…I…I…need…"
To never stop doing this...
Rachel's hands had moved down to Quinn's waist to anchor her against every upward thrust of her leg. "It's okay, baby," she purred, borrowing Quinn's endearment and making it her own, "Just take what you need."
"R-Rachel," she stuttered, arching her back and grinding down hard. "Oh…oh…God." She could feel her stomach muscles tensing with every thrust, and she knew she was close. She opened her eyes and looked down at Rachel, with her dark, heavy lidded eyes and kiss swollen lips and messy brown hair spread out over Quinn's comforter, and that was really all it took. She'd gone too long denying her needs to hold them back now, and with a final thrust, her body shuddered into release. "Ra…chel."
Colors exploded in front of her eyes as her hips jerked and waves of pleasure washed over her. Quinn collapsed bonelessly onto the body beneath her as the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm shook her. She held onto Rachel for all she was worth as she struggled for breath while Rachel ran a soothing hand over her hair. Part of her wanted to weep with joy at the intimacy of finally experiencing an orgasm with Rachel in her arms, but a bigger part of her wanted to hide her face in shame that she'd just selfishly gotten off by humping her girlfriend's leg. Jesus, she was still wearing her damn blue jeans, which were feeling a little damp and gross right now.
"I'm so sorry," she finally whispered in mortification.
She felt Rachel's hand still against the crown of her head, and then reach down and sneak under her chin to gently lift her face up. Reluctantly, she met Rachel's eyes and saw the love shining there. "You have no reason to be sorry, Quinn. You were…so beautiful to watch," she confessed as she tucked strands of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear.
Quinn closed her eyes and smiled. Gathering up what was left of her strength, she shimmied up Rachel's half-naked body and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. "I love you so much."
"Then show me," Rachel instructed, tugging lightly at Quinn's shirt. "I mean, I just gave you an amazing orgasm, and I haven't even seen you naked yet. How fair is that?"
Quinn breathed out a silent laugh and shook her head. "Not fair at all," she murmured, pushing herself up into a kneeling position over Rachel before she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly began to lift the material, and when Rachel's breath caught and her eyes went impossibly darker, the stretch marks and those extra five pounds suddenly didn't matter anymore to Quinn.
Chapter Thirty-One