"What is this, Quinn?" Rachel raised her eyebrows when she unwrapped a package and took out a small porcelain something in the shape of a pig.
"This is the famous money box of swearing."
"What? You have to be kidding me. What the hell is the famous money box of swearing?" Rachel didn´t stop staring.
"You know, my mom doesn´t like how you express. She said, that she´ll not bake Fabray´s traditional celebratory birthday cake to someone who talks so dirty..."
"Too bad," muttered Rachel and grinned. Quinn gave her a glare.
"Whenever you say your favorite word begin on letter "F" and "B", you´ll put a dollar there."
"But I want to say my favorite word begin on letter "F"!" Rachel said glumly and watched Quinn, but her expression was obdurate, so Rachel turned resignedly at a pig.
... ... ...
"Ooh, yes, muck me, Quinn, yes, muck me, god, best birthday ever, flick me, faster, oh yes, best ever, flick my missy with your tongue..." Words came from Quinn´s room at regular intervals with loudly moans.
"Rachel," Quinn paused in the middle of moving and breathlessly said: "You don´t have to comply the rule here. Only in front of my parents and school."
"But that would be double standards. How do you want to fix me, if you will allow me to swear in the bed? Aren´t you a hypocrite, Fabray?" Rachel provocatively brushed hips against hers and Quinn groaned.
"You know, it´s absolutely unerotical, when you´re saying words "muck" and "flick" during our sex. And calling... this "missy" is quite weird and it´s-"
"Stop talking, put your magical fingers inside me and muck me!"
Quinn just disapprovingly muttered, growled in protest and stopped with satisfying her girlfriend. Rachel looked at her face with a little shock.
"Okay, Quinn... Fuck me and lick me... bitch." Rachel whispered, and couldn´t help, but smile because of Quinn´s predatory look.
And Quinn didn´t wait.