Atmospheric Norah Jones

by mywordshurt

Quinn and Rachel in bed. I own nothing.

—Quinn, she said as she ran her hand down Quinn's length with her inhaling nose pressed against her neck, Quinn.

Quinn dragged her fingers through Rachel's hair, each individual finger flourishing in the soft curls. The sound of atmospheric Norah Jones filled the room. It was Quinn's choice, it shocked Rachel, Rachel didn't care. Rachel loved Quinn.

—Quinn, she said again.

—Yes, Quinn said lowly, eyes closed, what Rach? she unconscionably pulled Rachel closer.

Rachel shrugged carelessly, her leg through over Quinn's, hand pressed on Quinn's abdomen.

—You're stupid.

—Quinn, Rachel said through giggles. A kiss pressed against Quinn's neck. A quick kiss, against the backdrop of dim lights, atmospheric Nora Jones, slurred words, and tired girls.