Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and a bunch of other people. I just like making them do my bidding.
A/N: Totally, utterly, 100% inspired by a manip that Boomwizard made. If you're not following her on tumblr, do it now. If you're not on tumblr… I don't know what to say to you. =| Also, i'd link you all to the manip but it will NOT let me. Anyone know how to do that? Random fluff! And it's the first thing i've written in weeks so forgive any rusty crappiness. Don't be shy about leaving reviews! If you like it, let me know. :)
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 goosebumps 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 goosebumps 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."