Release of Tension
If I wrote Glee this would be the continuation of the slap and the bathroom scene between Rachel and Quinn at prom…Pure Smut… my first attempt at this level of smut so go easy…
Spoilers for 2x20 Prom Queen…
The sound of an open palm striking a cheek echoed through the bathroom. Quinn Fabray's anger faded immediately as Rachel Berry's hands came up to cover her reddening cheek, her brown eyes wide and stricken as she stared up at Quinn's tear stained face.
"I am so sorry," Quinn whispered, her lip trembled as she averted her eyes in shame. Rachel recovered quickly, moving over to the sink to inspect the damage to her cheek. Quinn silently moved to lean against the sink next to her, her back to the mirror.
"Most girls would be upset about getting slapped in the face, but…I happen to appreciate the drama of it," Rachel stated as she inspected her cheek. Quinn couldn't believe that the smaller girl wasn't angry at her. Rachel turned to the paper towel dispenser and suddenly words were flying out of Quinn's mouth unchecked.
"I know you think it's hard to be you, Rachel, but at least you don't have to be terrified all of the time," she said shakily.
"What are you so scared of?" Rachel held out a folded paper towel that she had wet a little while Quinn was speaking. Quinn took it cautiously, her fingers barely brushing Rachel's hand as she did.
"The future," Quinn replied, dabbing gently at her smeared make up with the towel. "When all this is gone."
"Look," Rachel said softly, turning to fully face Quinn. "You have nothing to be scared of. You're a very pretty girl Quinn. The prettiest girl I've ever met, but, you're a lot more than that," Rachel told her honestly, her voice still soft. "Here," she lifted her hand, another damp towel clasped in her fingers. "Can I help?" she whispered. She nodded encouragingly at Quinn who nodded dejectedly back. "Yeah," Rachel said softly, stepping closer to Quinn and very gently beginning to dab at the other girls smeared eye makeup herself. As Rachel gently cleaned off the streaked makeup, her fingers brushed gently against Quinn's cheeks. Quinn felt butterflies in her stomach and swallowed hard, trying desperately to hide her nervousness from the other girl. Rachel was entirely focussed on the task at hand and Quinn watched her, intrigued. When Rachel flattened her palm against Quinn's cheek the blonde pulled away abruptly, the contact had sent electricity flowing through her body; it all seemed to head straight between her legs, the dull throbbing of arousal making itself known.
"I'm sorry, Quinn," Rachel said quickly. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," Quinn said quickly, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes darting nervously around, looking anywhere but at Rachel.
"Quinn what's wrong?" Rachel asked stepping closer. Quinn caught a whiff of her strawberry shampoo and the throbbing between her legs intensified to a point where it was all she could do not to squirm uncomfortably, and squeeze her legs together. Quinn had felt this way about girls before but never this intensely. Rachel seemed to bring it out in her so easily. When Quinn didn't answer, a small hand landed on her forehead. "Are you feeling sick?" Rachel asked. Quinn's reply of 'Nothing' came out as a strangled squeak and Quinn flushed in humiliation. Her eyes darted around, looking for an escape route but Rachel was right between her and the door.
Rachel studied her intently; taking in the high flush on her cheeks, the way her whole body trembled and the way her darkened hazel eyes looked anywhere but at Rachel. And then it hit her, Quinn was aroused…but it couldn't be because of her…could it? Rachel tilted her head curiously and reached out, running a finger gently along Quinn's jaw. Quinn trembled beneath her touch and a shaky sigh forced its way from between Quinn's lips. Rachel's finger came to rest briefly on the tip of Quinn's chin, before she slowly lifted it to trace over a pair of insanely soft lips.
"Rachel," Quinn forced out, trying to make the girl stop before she exploded. Rachel locked her eyes on Quinn's and then suddenly the smaller girl's lips replaced her finger on Quinn's lips. Quinn moaned out loud as Rachel's lips moved skilfully over hers and the smaller girl took the opportunity to slip her tongue into Quinn's mouth. Quinn gave up resisting and kissed back forcefully, walking Rachel backwards until her back met the door with a thump. Rachel's hands ran up Quinn's back and over the bare skin of her shoulders. Quinn tore her mouth from Rachel's and attached her lips to the smaller girl's neck, tasting her tan skin. Rachel groaned and it spurred Quinn on. She had no idea where this was coming from but she had no intention of stopping. She had never wanted anything as bad as she wanted this. Wanted Rachel. She ran her hands over the brunette's stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her palms. Almost hesitantly she ran her hands higher, palming Rachel's breasts over the material of her dress. Rachel's hips rocketed forward into Quinn's almost knocking the blonde off balance.
"Oh my god," Rachel gasped, her back arching, pressing her breasts harder into the other girl's questing hands. Quinn marvelled at the reaction, feeling Rachel's nipples harden against her palms. She pulled her hands back a little, her thumbs rubbing the hardened nubs through the pink material of Rachel's dress. Rachel whimpered loudly and arched her back again. She jumped when Quinn suddenly pulled one side of her dress down, exposing a breast. Before she could process the action, Quinn's lips were wrapped around her nipple her tongue flicking over the tight bud. Rachel writhed against the door, her head thrown back, moans escaping uncontrollably. "God Quinn," she cried out. Quinn suddenly released the nipple with a pop and stepped back. Rachel's eyes snapped open, pleading with Quinn not to stop now. Quinn shot her a devious smirk and dragged her into the nearest stall. Once inside she hiked Rachel's skirt up around her waist and trailed her fingers over the waistband of her panties. Then suddenly she realised that she had no idea what she was doing.
"Rach I don't…I've never…" she stumbled over the words.
"Just do what you do to yourself, to me," Rachel ground out. Her head dropping back against the locked door of the stall. Quinn didn't respond verbally and she didn't start touching Rachel again, causing the brunette to open her eyes, Quinn was looking down, ashamed. "Wait you don't…?" Rachel trailed off when she realised that she had hit the nail on the head. "Ok," Rachel switched their positions quickly, pressing Quinn against the door and hiking her dress up too. She made quick work of both of their panties before grabbing Quinn's right hand in her left and guiding it to her slick folds. Then she reached out to cup Quinn gently. "Just do what I do, ok?" Rachel whispered. Quinn nodded, her trusting hazel eyes locking onto brown. Rachel leaned in to kiss Quinn softly as she stroked her outer lips gently, feeling Quinn mirror the action. She sighed dropping her head against Quinn's shoulder as she slipped a finger between Quinn's folds, dragging the digit up until she found the stiff little bundle of nerves. She started tracing gentle circles around Quinn's clit with the pad of her finger, pleased when Quinn moaned and canted her hips into her hand, seeking more friction. Rachel let out a high pitched whimper when Quinn remembered to reciprocate and resumed mirroring the smaller girl's actions. Rachel let her hand drift lower teasing Quinn's entrance. The blonde tensed and Rachel lifted her head, locking her eyes on Quinn's, seeing the indecision there. After a few moments the indecision vanished, replaced by nervousness.
"We don't have to," Rachel told her kissing her sweetly.
"I want to," Quinn told her.
"Ok, but try to relax," Rachel whispered. She ran two fingers up and down Quinn's slit bringing them up to circle her clit at the top and then dropping down to tease her entrance until the blonde relaxed. Then she very gently slid one fingertip into her. Quinn's breath hitched, her muscles clenched and she dropped her head onto Rachel's shoulder. Rachel waited until she relaxed again before pushing her finger in a little further, to her second knuckle. Quinn whimpered and bit down on Rachel's bare shoulder. When she relaxed again Rachel pressed her finger in the rest of the way. She held it still for a moment before slowly beginning to thrust it in and out. Quinn's hand moved and she began to slip a finger into Rachel.
"Two," Rachel moaned out. Quinn lifted her head, confused. "Two fingers," Rachel clarified. Quinn pulled her finger out and pushed two back in. Rachel moaned long and loud and Quinn attached her lips to the smaller girl's neck. She copied the pace that Rachel was setting and soon they were thrusting in and out of each other in time. Rachel pulled her finger out and positioned a second finger next to it at Quinn's entrance. Quinn tensed and Rachel rubbed gently at her clit with her thumb until she relaxed. Rachel slowly slid two fingers in, pausing to let Quinn adjust to the intrusion. Then she began to thrust again all the while stoking Quinn's clit with her thumb. Quinn copied her action again and soon they were both teetering on the edge. When Quinn's muscles began to flutter around her fingers she sped up, curling her fingers just so. Quinn's hips bucked wildly and she came with a shriek which she muffled in Rachel's shoulder. She was still a few moments, her fingers still buried deeply inside Rachel. After a few moments those fingers began to move. Rachel was so close from watching Quinn come that it wasn't long until she felt her muscles begin to flutter.
"Faster Quinn," she instructed. Quinn acquiesced, increasing her pace. She tried to copy the way Rachel had curled her fingers and then suddenly Rachel let out a shout and her muscles gripped Quinn's fingers so tightly that she couldn't move them.
"I can't believe that just happened," Quinn said softly, breaking the silence. Rachel lifted her head and smiled, pulling her fingers from the blonde and carefully smoothing her dress down with the other hand. "Do you think…that we could maybe…do it again sometime?" Quinn asked hesitantly, blushing crimson.
"My Dads are away next weekend," Rachel replied with a devious smirk.