Rachel sighed, her lips falling into Quinn's perfectly. Quinn sucked on Rachel's lip, slightly, before releasing the pressure and moving onto her sweet neck. Quinn's head fit perfectly in the smooth curve of Rachel's lean neck. She sunk in her teeth, feeling a small gasp come from Rachel as Quinn sucked the area, slightly. Rachel made a noise that came from the back of her throat. Quinn smirked against Rachel's semi-flustered skin, before pulling back. Her hazel eyes met into Rachel's own brown ones, which were filled with lust.
Their lips reconnected once more, filled with greed and hunger, lust and desire for more. Rachel let her hands run through Quinn's silky blonde tresses, knotting her hair as the kiss grew more heated, more intense. Quinn sighed, breathlessly, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Rachel's fingers fumbled with the clasp of Quinn's bra, and this time Quinn didn't hesitate to help.
Suddenly Rachel's hands were grasping Quinn's chest. Quinn moaned into Rachel's mouth, her hips involuntarily grinding into Rachel's own hips. Rachel lightly rubbed her fingertips along the already raised area. Quinn moaned, into Rachel's mouth, digging her tongue deeper into Rachel's throat.
The two continued to explore the new curves of one another, whispering sweet names into one another's ears, lips a red from kissing, hands caressing new places that were begging to be caressed. Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear, her name, sweet nothings of drunken kisses, of wanting more.
Quinn tasted Rachel's lips once more with a softer, gentler kiss. She felt something in her, something deep within her heart swell, but she didn't know what the feeling was. It surprised her, and she pulled away from the ever lustful kiss, before closing her eyes, tired, but somehow satisfied.
Rachel's lips tasted of wine coolers and peppermint gum. They tasted like strawberry lip gloss and her tongue was strong, thick with other flavors Quinn could feel buzzing still in her own mouth. Rachel's arms wrapped around Quinn's waist, her head nuzzled into the tender curve of Quinn's neck. She pressed a soft closed mouth kiss to the soft spot; a shiver and a small gasp came from Quinn.
"Goodnight Quinn." Rachel's voice was lustful, and as much as Quinn wanted to fill her desire, a part of her stopped herself from going too far.
Quinn whispered back, her voice soft, "Goodnight Rachel."
But Rachel was already asleep, arms still wrapped around Quinn's waist, holding on as if she'd never let go.
Quinn didn't want her to.
When morning arose, sunlight spilled into Quinn's room. Rachel's eyes opened, before wincing, a throbbing headache already kicking in from last night's drinking. She looked around, wonder where she was before recognizing the room.
Quinn. She was in Quinn Fabray's room.
Why was she in here?
Rachel slowly removed her arms from Quinn's waist, despite the fact something almost made her stop. She took in Quinn's peaceful face as she slept, soft sighs coming from her slightly chapped pink lips. Rachel's own felt dry, and chapped as well. Quinn's hair was knotted, but the sunlight made it shine and sparkle, still looking beautiful even in it's less than beautiful state. She had some sort of innocence to her, though everyone knew Quinn Fabray was hardly innocent.
Quinn's eyes opened, and Rachel felt her heart quicken. She had always felt this when Quinn's hazel eyes looked at her. She thought it was out of fear of the girl, but now it felt like a good kind of quickening- the one she use to get when Finn gazed adoringly at her. But whenever she looked at Finn- or any boy for that matter- her heart didn't flip around as it use to.
Or, at least, not like this.
Rachel's face bloomed into a shy sort of smile, feeling self conscious as Quinn's eyes looked at her. A part of her hoped she looked only half as pretty as Quinn looked. The other part worried that Quinn would kick her out. And her headache was getting worse.
Rachel felt her smile crack as she winced when Quinn spoke. The light soon made her head spin and throb once more. Quinn let out a soft sigh, before a giggle.
"You have a hangover too?"
Rachel nodded, before realizing she really shouldn't have nodded at all. Quinn got up, unsteadily, before getting some aspirin and water for the two of them. Rachel took in her own state, seeing that her skirt was on backwards and her socks as well as shoes were thrown across the floor. Another article of clothing caught her eye and she saw it was her-
Rachel snapped up the bra, her cheeks flushed. Why was her bra on Quinn's floor? Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to recall when she took off her bra, but nothing came to mind. Last night was a blur of colors and drinks and of good times, another Glee party where Puck broke into Quinn's liquor cabinet.
This time it wasn't just a party for two, though. Quinn had invited all of the Glee kids over when they lost nationals. Soon the party had turned wild, and all for the better. The kids loosened up and had a grand old time. There was lots of kissing, if Rachel remembers kissing, but one pair of pink lips stood out in her mind.
Whose, though?
Mike had somewhat of pink lips, but it didn't look like Mike's lips. It certainly wasn't Finn's, or Puck's. Sam's lips were big, and these were soft and sweet, delicate almost, until the lips spoke her name with passion and lust, Rachel couldn't stand it. Just rethinking the thoughts made her wonder whose lips she touched.
Then Quinn's spoke of her arrival, "Rachel, are you okay?"
And when Rachel opened her eyes, she saw those same pink lips that lay on Quinn's face match the own in her memory. A gasp came from her lips, and Quinn felt something in her want to kiss, and comfort, the girl at the same time.
Quinn Fabray wasn't supposed to feel these things. She wasn't supposed to want to kiss Rachel, to hold her close and whisper loving things into her ear, have her all to herself. She wasn't supposed to know just where that hickey came from on Rachel's neck, one that she knew her lips created in a single look. She wasn't, and she shouldn't.
She dropped the glass of water and Advil bottle to the floor, seeing Rachel. A part of her- one very confused part- turned around, wanting to get the hell out of there.
Rachel looked at Quinn, before picking up her mess, taking the Advil, swallowing her tears along with it. She wasn't supposed to feel like this when Quinn left. She should have been happy. But, whenever Quinn left of mad her feel inferior to the rest of the school, it had always hurt Rachel, though not in a bullying way, Rachel was slowly starting to realize. That's why her heart would flutter around Quinn, her palms would grow sweaty, and those nights she'd wake up, a pool of wetness in her thighs, as a soft voice whispered her name before she completely woke up.
"Rachel…"
And today she knew it was Quinn's voice.
The tears soon came hot and fast and Rachel fell to the floor, letting them roll down her flushed cheeks. Rachel curled up, resting her head on her knees as she brought them to her chest, hair knotted spilling over her shoulders, where her shirt hang half off.
Quinn had her back against the wall, unable to walk more than a few steps before hearing Rachel's cries, dissolving into her own.
They were both still slightly drunk; both had a massive hangover; both were confused, hurt; both were looking for one thing they had found in the other that night.
Okay, soo... Faberry? My try at Faberry. The backstory will be explained as this story continues. For this story, Quinn is a senior, and Rachel is a junior.
I really liked this. Yes, this is rated M, and there will be some M like moments in this. It's going to be angsty, and something I haven't done at all.
First femmeslash and I like this. Atleast, I think it's my first femmeslash. Only reason I wrote this was because someone I follow on Tumblr always post Faberry stuff, and I just always wanted to write whenever she posted anything Faberry related. And I always wanted to write Faberry. *shrug* NBD.
NO GLEE TONIGHT! AND I HAD TO WORK ON A PROJECT! I REWARD MYSELF WITH FANFICTION!
Okay, hope you all enjoyed. Review please. I'm a review whore (it's what I do, yo'). No, seriously. I really want to see what ya'll think of this.
Please? What if I promise more Faberry if you review? And a kazoo? Cookies?
Maybe.
-Madi