** Here is the start of what I hope to be, a good fanfic of the love of Faberry. For this 'chapter', I'm just going to rate it like pg-13. But if anyone wants more, I'm sure it will get to a Nsfw, point somewhere.(x Or after this chapter maybe, who knows. Forgive any mistakes, and I'm sorry if anything gets confusing. I do not own these characters, I wish I did.**
What a day today, I thought. How is it that I went all day without serenading Quinn in kisses, and affection? How did I manage to survive today without her against me? I won't question it anymore, because I did, by some miracle I did. Nothing mattered anymore. Quinn was here now, here with me, in my room sitting with me on my bed. It is hard to listen to Quinn's voice without getting red, without getting nervous, without wanting to tuck it in my memory forever incase this ever ends, and I never hear her say another word to me.
That would simply kill me inside.
I felt my head fall to the side listening to Quinn talk about her day, and her plans for the weekend that she intended to make me a part of. I couldn't keep that goofy grin off of my face to save my life. Like I was star struck, and I was. Nothing could compare to Quinn's beauty, and the fact she was here with me, gifting me with her angelic presence. She caught me in a daze, and started to laugh lightly.
"Rachel, are you even listening?," She joked waving her hand close to my face, causing me to let out a small laugh myself.
"Yes, Yes I am Quinn." I cooed. I brought my hand to the side of her face lightly, and caressed it softly. "Your beauty is distracting me," I shook my head in the words as if it was a spell of some kind. She smiled back at me slightly blushed and reached for my hand with hers.
Quinn sighed into me, "Rachel, I don't deserve you," I heard herself say.
I smiled again, "You have this all backwards, Quinn. I'm going to spend so much time proving to you, loving you, and make you feel this insanely happy feeling that I have when I'm with you. You're going to get sick of me." I kissed her nose. I could feel a happiness surge though her and I loved it.
A knock on the door pulled out of this moment, as it opened slowly when I seen my father stick his head in. "Rachel dear, your father and I are going to tonight's midnight showing of rocky horror. Quinn, feel free to make yourself at home tonight," I heard him say with a smile. "Oh, and there are cookies out in the kitchen from your nephews birthday party today, feel free to rid them from this house." he acted like it was a monster, laughing, and causing it to spread into my room.
"Thank you, have fun dad, love you." I playfully shook my head laughing lightly as he replied with an 'I love you both too.' So typical of him, spreading his love so easily like that, but it was to Quinn, how could you not.
It seemed like the heart breaking tears had stopped, and for that, I was grateful.
"Your dad is so nice," she told me, a smile slowly creeping back to its way upon her face.
"Well, speaking of, how about we go grab some self healing treats," I said with maybe a little to much enthusiasm. But her face did light up, glad that the mood had been lifted. Oh how I would comb the earth for what ever it took to keep that smile on her face.
"Yes," she said light heartedly, nodding a bit. I was the first one to stand up, as I offered my hand out to her. She bashfully let out a small laugh and took my hand. I felt my smile grow wider like a child on Christmas morning. I helped her to her feet, and pulled lightly for her to fallow behind me as I lead us out of my room and down the hallway to our kitchen. She didn't let go of my hand the entire time we walk through my house, I couldn't help but feel overly happy. Like this is what I was put on this earth for. And to feel this happy for once in my life, was almost to good to be true. But I didn't care.
We walked into the dimly lit kitchen, when she let go of my hand to go take a seat at our breakfast bar in one of the high stools. I flicked on the light, and looked around for the cookies. Then I had another idea, what could go with cookies to make them possibly any better?
"We need ice cream." I said raising a finger in the air like the light bulb finally went off. I smiled at her when she nodded a yes to me, and jumped down from her seat a walked over to me.
"Do you have anything to go on it?" She asked innocently,
"Of Corse I do!" I said laughing, "This is me we are talking about." I laughed a little more.
"You're not hiding any star sprinkles on me, now are you?" she said jokingly, as I nudged her playfully at the accusation.
"Fresh out of those, but I do have chocolate syrup, caramel, whipped cream and ordinarysprinkles," I joked with the last item as if it didn't measure up to my talent. She understood and laughed with me.
Never in a million year would I have thought that I, Rachel Berry the outgoing Broadway star to be, would be standing in my kitchen with the Beautiful, talented ms. Quinn Fabray making sundaes in my kitchen. But I am glad that I am.
"Could you grab the sprinkles, they are up there," I said pointing at a high cupboard, as I grabbed everything I could from the fridge and the ice cream itself. I watched her reach up, her flawless curves peeked out from her rising shirt. I felt my stomach flip again thinking about what had happened a bit ago when she first came over; and the thought of what if, my tongue traced that very same rout of her pant line. I was trying to push the thoughts from my head when she walked over to me, then casually leaning on the counter holding the small bottle to me with a grin on her face. I laid out all of the items across the counter top, and then we started to pile our bowls full of dessert. She reached for the whipped cream can, and as she went to use it, it stopped working. She pouted to herself, I didn't know if she meant me to see that adorable look on her face or not, but I did.
"What's wrong?" I asked pointing at the bottle.
"I don't know, it won't come out," she laughed to herself causing me to do so also.
"Here," I said gesturing her to hand it to me, when she did, the face she gave me couldn't stop me from smiling. I shook the can, and tried to use it. Nothing. So I did it again, and again, nothing. I could hear her laugh quietly to herself, she seen how determined I was. I turned the can, and looked down the nozzle to see if it was plugged up or not.
Then suddenly, the top of the can exploded, mostly all over me, startling the both of us. A moment of silence passed, before she let out a louder laugh, trying to muffle it behind her hand and feeling sorry for the out burst. I felt like I had been slushied again, but this time, I just couldn't help myself and laughed with her. I wiped the dessert topping from my face, and used my shirt as a towel. Quinn was still laughing to herself. God I loved her laugh.
"You think this is funny?," I challenged her, her eyes immediately widened as she gasped out my name to stop me, she knew what was coming, as she raised her arms up in defense a second to late. I caused the can to explode again, but this time, away from me and on her. I held a huge grin on my face as her stunned reaction became more of a 'Oh no you didn't,' type of deal. I started to laugh, as she did, and it ignited a 'grab what is closest to you and use it as your weapon'. She reached out for the chocolate syrup bottle seconds before I could stop her, leaving me with just the whipped cream can. Then the mess started flying. It was official, a food fight between us has erupted.
When our bowls were used as last resorts, ice cream and toppings turned into a smear-fest. The mess traveled from us, to the floor an counter tops, to even the cabinets. We nearly slipped every few seconds trying to avoid being hit in the face with the cool treat, and holding on to each other to stop us from getting one another.
Our hysterical laughter had to fill the entire lower floor of my house, because it had to have been echoing off the walls in this kitchen. With in minutes we were trying to catch out breath from all of the sudden laughter, sitting on the kitchen floor in our what was meant to be dessert, mess. My heart was flying with happiness, I was scared it was going to leave me. I lifted up my arms, still laughing lightly,
"Great, look what a mess you've made," I said jokingly as she gawked at me in response.
"Oh don't even," she said pushing my shoulder playfully. Her blonde hair was covered with chocolate and whipped cream smeared across other parts. I didn't even want to see what I looked like. We really did make a mess, but I couldn't care less. I have never laughed so hard in my life before. We continued to sit there on the floor with our backs resting against the innocently hit cupboards.
"I'm going to have to barrow some clothes tonight, while I wash these if you don't mind," She said tilting her head at me, a gleam in her eyes.
Or you could not wear anything, just saying.
The thought nearly took my breath away, what was I thinking, almost about to tell her that? Get out of my head.
"Of Corse," I nodded, as I watched her attempt to wipe some chocolate from her hand onto the bottom of her shirt, will very little success. She was still smiling brightly.
I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was leaned over to her, cupping her chin once again, and pulling her face lightly into another searing kiss with me. The instant our lips met, the fire rose along my cheeks. I could taste some of the chocolate from her lips, making the kiss even more delicious. The more we became into the kiss, the less existed in the world around me, like I was for the first time in my life, alive again. I felt Quinn shift her weight, then I noticed what she was doing. Quinn slid one of her legs over my waist, straddling me, each leg on a side of my body. Oh god, this was escalating into something I didn't think my heart could handle without completely beating out of my chest. She let her weight against me this time, and then grind down against me, allowing the pressure this time. The kiss became mind blowing.
My arms wrapped around her, making their way up the back of her shirt, the skin contact was enough to knock me off of me feet if I was standing. Thank god I wasn't.
Her tongue swiped across my lower lip, and then across mine.
That tongue again, oh god.
I felt my hips buck, as she groaned in my mouth softly. I couldn't stop my nails from slightly dragging themselves across her back, causing her to grind down again once more on me. Her hands moved from the sides of my face, and tangled themselves amongst my hair. Our breathing was becoming more hitched, and my chest was beating more loudly then it has ever been. Her grip tightened causing my head to fall back from the kiss, she gave me a devilish grin, and bit her lower lip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. She knew that would get to me, she knew exactly what she was doing. I couldn't get enough of her kisses, her skin against mine. I reached behind her head, and pulled her hard into a kiss, kissing her like I've never kissed anyone in my entire life. Her body moved perfectly in sync with mine, it was incredible.
Quinn pulled out of the kiss, and leaned next to my ear, there was a low sound something between a laugh and a moan, and then her voice said in a steady tone,
"I am beginning to think that you want me," I could almost hear the smirk on her face, "Do you.." Her words almost paralyzed me, I could hardly breath anymore. "Do you want me?" her voice defiantly had a naughty tone to it, knowing that it was going to give her a reaction she wanted. My jaw clenched , I took in a sharp breath, my heart stopped, and my entire body shuddered. I could hardly even nod before I pulled her back into a feverish kiss. Her arms crossed over her body, and then she lifted her sweater over her head, and tossed it next to us. I marveled at how perfect her body was, and that black lacey bra she was wearing, dear lord. Why was she torturing me like this?
My hands traveled up the front of her body, biting my lip at all of this temptation. She pulled me up to kiss her, but I quickly used this opportunity to lick at the chocolate along her collar bone. I held her body tight against mine, showing her I was in control at this moment, and I could tell immediately she didn't mind. Her hands snapped to the back of my head in lust, as I started to pepper kisses along her skin to her neck, before dragging my teeth against her neck lightly. She crushed her body against me, sending an electric current throughout my body as she forced my head back to kiss her again. Finally I have gotten to her, like she has to me all night. What has gotten in to me? How come I know exactly what to do, I have never, ever done this before. It was simply exhilarating.
The feeling of being gentle was longer amongst us, and it seemed like I couldn't be close enough for my self satisfaction. I don't remember us standing up, and the more I thought about, the more I had to focus on not letting my self collapse back to the ground from this fever of lust I was developing. Nothing could break this kiss between us, not even when I felt her push me against the counter. Pinned in the middle of the counter top and Quinn's ravishing half naked body. She started tugging at the bottom of my shirt, signaling its time on me was no longer necessary. She helped me nearly rip the shirt off, pulling me against her our skin on skin contact was electrifying. Then, she backed from the kiss, leaving our breathing staggered, and us gasping for the lack of air we could've had.
Her eyes scanned my body, from head to toe, making me feel sort of nervous. That feeling was never present, until I met Quinn. There she goes with that lip biting again, your killing me here Quinn.
"Rachel," Her voice pierced the air, and into my chest. "I need to get cleaned off," she said hinting she had more to say as she brought her finger to her mouth, before biting it teasingly. "If you'd like to join me," My eyes widened, was this really happening? I immediately felt my nerves take over control, feeling that slight shake in my hands. I felt frozen, then she walked back close to me, and leaned in inches close to my face. My eyes could keep from staring at her body. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't conjure a single word in my entire dictionary of Berry history.
***New Chapter tomarrow, or maybe later.(: Please comment. Good, or bad; and if you may want more. Thanks.***
