Title: Waiting for a Happy Ending
Author: immoonjumping
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faberry
Spoilers: Perhaps the middle of Season 2?
Summary: After meeting a few times for their usual "sessions" Rachel gets courageous with her moves while her and Quinn are being intimate.
Warnings: Nothing
A/N: This is my first fan fiction so I do apologize if it isn't very good. I always appreciate feedback both nice and brutal! Thank you.
Technically, Quinn Fabray was suppose to be leaving Cheerios practice right now, technically Quinn Fabray should be meeting Sam Evans after school, in the hall by the girl's bathroom next to the Home Ec. class, and technically Quinn Fabray should be texting her mother, telling her she was in the safe arms of her loving boyfriend and on her way for lunch with him at the Lima Bean. But she wasn't. She would come up with some ridiculous story that everyone was dumb enough to believe, a ridiculous story that had everyone, well, almost everyone fooled. The only one who would see through her petty, white lie was currently squirming and whimpering below her on her small, floral bedspread in Quinn's room.
Right now the last thing on her mind was her mother, Sam, school, anything, really. Of course she had tests to be studying for, and she would get to that, she really would, but at the moment her priority was to get one Rachel Berry off as she looked up from between the brunette's legs to see her pinching at her own nipple, getting herself nice and hard. Growling slightly, Quinn got up on both her knees, taking both of Rachel's hands in one of her own and pushing them above her head while looking her straight in the eye.
"I told you no touching yourself, didn't I?" She asked the very flustered girl who whimpered in response, her eyes shut tightly as her nether regions ached for contact. Quinn was still fully dressed, Rachel's skirt pulled up to her waist and her sweater on the floor next to the bed along with her bra.
Smiling down with dark, hungry eyes, Quinn took her free hand and released her blonde locks from the confines of her high pony before leaning down to attack Rachel's neck with bites and licks, her hair covering her own face. She heard the slight gasping from the other girl as her hands fought above them as she tried to free herself, obviously to keep Quinn in her place on her neck. Smiling again at the complete control she had, Quinn got up and released Rachel's hands from above her and stared down at the very red and turned on girl as she heaved in breaths, her eyes shut.
Quinn was already soaked through her spanks and soon after began to feel the throb as she noticed the small grinding movement Rachel began to elicit towards Quinn's center. Grabbing her waist, Quinn pushed her center against Rachel's a little rough to ensure the both of them got the relief each needed, and was assured when she heard the satisfied moan fall from Rachel's lips.
Resting her forehead against Rachel's chest, pushing her head up, her hands slid from Rachel's hips to her own skirt, pushing it up and pulling her spanks down to her knees. Positioning her hands to their previous spot on Rachel's waist, Quinn glanced down quickly and began to grind her now throbbing, red clit against Rachel's equally throbbing section, both of Rachel's hands automatically going to Quinn's arms, her nails digging at the skin there.
"You like that, Rach?" Quinn said through grunts and moans as she watched her own movements of grinding against Rachel's pussy lips, her wet juices coating her own. "Fuck, you're so wet." She groaned out again as her head tilted back, the sounds of the headboard hitting against the wall slightly and her bed creaking. Rachel's moans filled her ears as well and she thanked the Lord that her mother wasn't home because her room wasn't sound proof and if the bed hitting against the wall and wooden floor didn't give them away, she was sure Rachel's constant 'Yes, Quinn, more. Please, I need more. I'm so close, Quinn.' would. She felt the tightness in her belly, signaling her very close climax. She also knew Rachel was close as her back began to arch off the bed and her nails dug deeper into Quinn's pale skin. There would be marks there. She would blame Lord Tubbington, her mother always bought that.
Suddenly she heard something, not a whimper or a groan, but words below her from Rachel. Opening her eyes slightly she asked what the other girl had said with a small, "Huh?"
"I'm close, Quinn, look at me." Rachel repeated, her nails no longer digging into Quinn's flesh but now below her pushing her up more into Quinn's face, the blonde pushing herself back slightly.
"Rachel, don't do this now I'm about to-" She was cut off as Rachel leaned forward to capture Quinn's mouth in a kiss, her hips continuing their grinding motion as her hands went lower to caress Rachel's gorgeous thighs, pulling her closer on instinct. She heard Rachel release a shaky breath before grabbing the back of Quinn's neck, their foreheads now against each other as they began to share each other's air. Rachel opened her eyes to see Quinn's closed, her brow furrowed and obviously concentrated. She knew she would hear it from the Cheerleader once this was over, they had never tried anything to that extreme, but Rachel couldn't take it in all honesty. Their last meet up at her house almost had her kissing Quinn just as passionately, but she decided to hold it off since Quinn had a particularly bad time with Sue that afternoon and that would just set her off.
Instead, Quinn began to grind a bit faster, her hips getting more and more sloppy as she went on until Rachel uttered the thing she knew melted the other girl on the inside.
"Quinn.." She groaned out and was almost instantly met with hazel eyes staring intently at her as her mouth fell open and a loud moan fell. Almost seconds later Rachel fell over the edge as well, her body shaking with aftershocks of her orgasm as she continued to feel Quinn shake against her, both their juices mixing together and falling on the now messed up bedsheets below them. The air filling with the essence of sex.
Rachel fell back on the bed to let her body calmed down, her clit still twitching, then she felt Quinn fall on top of her, tired and warn out, her blonde hair falling around Rachel's chest and covering her completely.
"Quinn, I-" Rachel began before being interrupted.
"I don't want to hear it. You know I don't like to be kissed like that. Not by you." Quinn said into Rachel's chest as she slowly pushed herself up, pulling her spanks up and pushing her skirt down, Rachel doing the same with her skirt and reaching over to grab her panties and, bra and sweater while feeling the words hit her like a brick wall.
"I know, I'm sor-"
"You should go. My mom is going to be home. I have to get cleaned up and call Sam, too." She said, getting up from the bed and going to her mirror where her face looked like pure stone as she fixed her ponytail. She glared at Rachel from the mirror and placed a hand against her hip, looking up slightly, the signature HBIC look coming back instantly.
"Don't even try to give me that, Quinn." Rachel snapped at her bitterly as she reached for her bag on the ground.
"Don't talk to me-" Quinn said, turing around swiftly, but not fast enough as Rachel cut her off. Somehow the petite brunette managed to slip her hand into the Cheerleader's skirt, cupping at her wetness, running her fingers up and down her folds.
"I understand why you're mad because I kissed you, it was out of place and I shouldn't have, but do not even try to talk to me as if this is some sort of favor you are doing. You want this-" She shoved a finger inside Quinn and began thrusting at her still recovering self. "- just as much as I do." And with that she kept thrusting until Quinn backed up into the dresser, her eyes closing and her legs opening wider. Automatically, her hands flew to the counter and she gripped there as Rachel continued to thrust her fingers until Quinn was only a few thrusts away.
"I'm sure you can finish yourself up now." Rachel said, stopping and pulling her hand out from Quinn's skirt leaving her heaving and looking up confused.
"Rache-"
"Like you said, your mother will be home soon and you have to call Sam. I have to call Finn as well. I'm sure he's worried." Rachel shot back and Quinn whose face fell completely, her eyes falling to the ground as she continued to grip at the dresser while Rachel mad ever way out of the room, slamming the door on her way.
Rachel wiped at a tear on her way down the stairs as she retrieved her keys from her purse and made her way in her car.
Upstairs, Quinn was wiping at her own eyes, pouting slightly and walking to her window where she witnessed Rachel drive off, turning around she kicked her nightstand lightly with the tip of her white Cheerios' shoe and went to sit on the bed, her head buried in her hands.
Just then her phone rang. She noticed the ringtone to be Sam's as she customized it specifically for him. Reaching for it, she answered.
"Hello?" She said, putting on her best, too snobby HBIC voice, completely covering the traces of hurt.
"Hey, Quinn, you alright? I'm at the Lima Bean. I thought you would be here since you weren't at school." He said, the barista talking behind him.
"Oh, I was just, um.." She thought about what she would say next before noticing the cat like, half-mooned, crescent marks on her arms then remembering her story. "..at Brittany's. Something happened with Lord Tubbington and she called me. He's fine now though."
"Cool, well, are you coming?" He asked, she could practically hear the smile in his voice and she felt a pain in her chest.
"Of course, I'll be right there." She confirmed, getting up from the bed. "I'll be there in a second, okay?"
"Awesome. I'll be waiting!" And with that he hung up.
Quinn groaned as she felt her arousal still throbbing. This lunch would be terrible.
