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Quick little faberry one-shot while I work on Howling with the Jukebox.


Straw-Berries and Pressed Lemon's Juice

"I'm glad spirit day went over so well at school," Rachel smiled as she took a long sip of the strawberry and lemonade Quinn got them. Why she never thought of this combination before, was beyond her.

"It was a good excuse to break out those purple pianos again and I've been dying to wear this shirt," Quinn smirked, taking her straw between her lips. Rachel glanced down her her girlfriend's lips as they moved around the straw. Rachel's mouth dropped open a little bit as she stared a little too hard at Quinn's lips. Soon her mind floated to the very un-lady-like thoughts of what she'd like to do with those lips; what she'd like those lips to do to her. She remembered how they felt on her own lips, how they felt against her pulse point, how they found that spot behind her ear that made the starlet moan obscenely every damn time. Damn Quinn for using it against her. Rachel thought about those lips dancing over her collarbone in that way that sent her body into overdrive. Rachel recalled the time those very lips grazed the shell of her ear one time in Glee and something very, very, dirty fell from them. Rachel all but dragged Quinn to her car right after Glee to re-enact those dirty, dirty words that fell from Quinn's li-

"Rach!" Quinn smiled against the straw. The blond pulled Rachel from very vulgar thoughts, and she knew it.

"My apologies, Q, what were you saying?"

"I asked if you liked the drink. You took, like, two sips, and stopped. You got this glossed over look. I was getting kind of worried; you spaced out for a minute."

Rachel ducked her head as the shy blush crept up her neck and across her cheeks, "You're just so beautiful, Quinn, I sometimes loose myself in my own thoughts of you. Like the definition of your cheeks, your strong jaw, the different speckles in your hazel eyes," Rachel reached over and tapped Quinn on the nose, "Your cute nose," her finger traced the bridge of the other girl's nose who let out a small chuckle. Rachel's finger glided over Quinn's left eyebrow, "The sexiness of that eyebrow," Rachel purred out. Quinn blushed, her eyes darkened a bit, and out of reflex, her left eyebrow cocked up, causing Rachel's face to break in a giant grin.

"What else, babe?" Quinn murmured in a low seductive tone that sent shivers up and down Rachel's spine.

Rachel stumbled out her words as her hand caressed Quinn's cheek, the blond turned and lightly kissed Rachel's palm. Rachel smirked as her thumb traced the top and bottom lip of her girlfriend. "You interrupted the musings I was having about your soft lips." She rested her chin on her palms with a small smirk on her face.

Quinn leaned forward, purposely captured the straw between her lips, her half lidded eyes never left Rachel's darker than usual brown eyes. Rachel let out a little, barely-there, moan as Quinn toyed with the straw between her lips, even showing a little teeth, before taking a generous gulp of their shared drink. Her hands crawled around the cup, her knuckled grazed Rachel's bare forearms, and her fingers gripped the front of Rachel's shirt; she gave the softest tug as she watched Rachel quickly take the straw in her mouth and clamped down to prevent any sounds escaping. Quinn let go of the straw with a small flick of her tongue and a her best innocent smile, "What kind of thoughts were you having about my lips, Rach?"

Rachel had a vice grip on her straw, surely Quinn was well aware where they were. Rachel had her moments of exhibitionism, but right now, Rachel wanted her in the privacy of her bedroom; her sound-proofed bedroom. The ache that was between her legs was just a tiny throb at first; now a full-blown drum was playing a fast-paced beat. Rachel closed her eyes quickly, took a few gulps of the juice, before answering Quinn.

"I was thinking how you were a damn tease, and right now, Quinn Fabray, I'm thinking we need to relocate to my place so I can show you just what I was thinking about your lips." Rachel got up, and leaned against Quinn, her own lips on Quinn's ear as she whispered, "And I'm not only talking about the pair on your pretty face." Rachel straightened up to see the playful smirk gone from Quinn's face. Her pupils were blown, her lips parted and her chest was heaving just a bit. Rachel was staring at turned-on Quinn. "Take me home, Q."

Quinn pressed her thighs together, the way Rachel purred out her nickname never failed to get her going. How someone can make a letter sound so damn sexy, Quinn will never know. The blond stood and took one last sip from the cup, her lips wrapped firmly around the straw. She dropped the cup int he garbage once emptied. She turned to Rachel and brought her face in close, their lips only a whisper apart. "I can't wait to get my lips on you," The sweet scent of strawberries, lemons, and Quinn washed over Rachel's face and her mouth watered. The couple hurried from the cafe.

That day forward, Rachel had a new favorite drink, along with a few more favorite memories.