Fic: Early Morning
Title: Early morning.
Author: Redlance
Fandom: Glee
Rating: G
Word Count: 303
Disclaimer: Character's aren't mine, only thing that belongs to me in the idea.
A/N: Totally 100% inspired by a manip Boomwizard did. Click http://boomwizard.tumblr.com/post/5922486395, follow. Also, I posted this a while ago on FF.net but figured it wouldn’t hurt to post it here as well. It’s been ages since I've written anything longer than a sentence so... yeah.
The pleasant tingle of the hair on her arm being teased into waking lures Rachel from her slumber. A warm body is pressed tightly to her back and she can feel familiar slender fingers dancing down across the skin of her forearm, leaving goose bumps in their way. Briefly, the hand stops at her own and those same fingers dawdle for a moment - eternal in the low light of morning - and entwine with Rachel’s own. The rush of warmth causes her eyes to finally flutter open.
“Quinn?” A perfect nose rests against the base of her neck and Rachel’s fingers are released; the goose bumps begin again in reverse.
“Expecting someone else?” The warmth bends slightly against the flood of relief that washes through Rachel at the question. The low, melodic timbre of Quinn’s voice. Rachel can feel the other girl smiling against her back, warm breath brushing against the skin there. And now her entire body, no longer just her arm, betray the effect.
“Making sure I’m not still dreaming.” Rachel feels the smile widen until Quinn presses a kiss between her shoulder blades. The blonde shifts behind her, holding herself up with one arm until she’s leaning over Rachel, close enough to kiss her cheek.
“I know how I can really convince you.” She whispers, and the embers within Rachel suddenly find new life and roar to an inferno. But, somehow, she tempers it. Her own smile grows until she almost can’t contain it, but she wrestles in into a half smile and tries to sound exasperated.
“Quinn, my dad’s are probably downstairs making breakfast.” Rachel rolls onto her back but Quinn doesn’t move, and so the smaller girl finds herself pinned beneath the blonde with twinkling eyes.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to try and be quiet.”
Author: Redlance
Fandom: Glee
Rating: G
Word Count: 303
Disclaimer: Character's aren't mine, only thing that belongs to me in the idea.
A/N: Totally 100% inspired by a manip Boomwizard did. Click http://boomwizard.tumblr.com/post/5922486395, follow. Also, I posted this a while ago on FF.net but figured it wouldn’t hurt to post it here as well. It’s been ages since I've written anything longer than a sentence so... yeah.
The pleasant tingle of the hair on her arm being teased into waking lures Rachel from her slumber. A warm body is pressed tightly to her back and she can feel familiar slender fingers dancing down across the skin of her forearm, leaving goose bumps in their way. Briefly, the hand stops at her own and those same fingers dawdle for a moment - eternal in the low light of morning - and entwine with Rachel’s own. The rush of warmth causes her eyes to finally flutter open.
“Quinn?” A perfect nose rests against the base of her neck and Rachel’s fingers are released; the goose bumps begin again in reverse.
“Expecting someone else?” The warmth bends slightly against the flood of relief that washes through Rachel at the question. The low, melodic timbre of Quinn’s voice. Rachel can feel the other girl smiling against her back, warm breath brushing against the skin there. And now her entire body, no longer just her arm, betray the effect.
“Making sure I’m not still dreaming.” Rachel feels the smile widen until Quinn presses a kiss between her shoulder blades. The blonde shifts behind her, holding herself up with one arm until she’s leaning over Rachel, close enough to kiss her cheek.
“I know how I can really convince you.” She whispers, and the embers within Rachel suddenly find new life and roar to an inferno. But, somehow, she tempers it. Her own smile grows until she almost can’t contain it, but she wrestles in into a half smile and tries to sound exasperated.
“Quinn, my dad’s are probably downstairs making breakfast.” Rachel rolls onto her back but Quinn doesn’t move, and so the smaller girl finds herself pinned beneath the blonde with twinkling eyes.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to try and be quiet.”