Based and dedicated to fiercezucchini, luckypressure, and everyone else who add to the growing love for the Lion Quinn. Go follow them on tumblr. I don't own Glee, The Lion King, or Lion Quinn.
Rachel didn't think she'd be the one almost regretting to go see Lion king in the movies. In fact, with a double team effort, both her and Brittany convined Quinn and Santana to take them to said movie. At the time it seemed like a wonderous idea to relive their childhood and hang out. A double win if anything.
However, an hour after the movie and begged for ice cream, Rachel was relaxing on her bed trying to work on her homework; but she was distracted. Asked any other time, and it was a welcomed distraction in the form of Quinn being affectionate. Light nips at her neck, gentle tongue flicks against her earlobe, warm whispers on her skin. Any. Other. Time. This would have been encouraged and reciprocated.
Rachel let out a small gasp when Quinn bit that small patch of skin under her ear and Rachel almost threw her books to the side and ravished her blond girlfriend. However, the studious student mind hit the override button and she pulled herself from Quinn's grasp and went to her desk. Why, because there was a pencil she wanted to distract her from thos lips she loved.
When Rachel turned around, Quinn was standing there. Rachel let out a small squeak and backstepped agaisnt her wall. "Quinn! You scared me. Why... Why are you looking at me like that? W-What are you doing?"
"Everything the light touches," Quinn caressed Rachel's cheek in the most loving way, "belongs to Lion Quinn." Rachel stared into Qui-Lion Quinn's eyes. They were dark, hungry, and trained on her lips. Rachel had to admit, Quinn's hair was a bit messy right now, dare she say, wild. So, maybe the nickname Lion Quinn wasn't too far off.
"What does that mean?"
Quinn captured Rachel's lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. A moan ripped from Rachel and she almost missed that Quinn snuck her hands under her loud orange with green stripes skirt. She barely registered Quinn's fingers as they made their way into the waist band of her panties. When Quinn trailed wet, hot kisses down her throat and bit her collarbone then soothed the pain away with her tongue, Rachel's brain all but shut down. Suddenly Quinn was on her knees and Rachel's panties were around her ankles. "Lion Quinn's supper time."
Lion Quinn's head half disappeared under Rachel's skirt. Rachel sent a silent prayer to whoever that her fathers were on their weekly date when Quinn's tongue and mouth started doing amazing things to her. Within minutes, Rachel was screaming Quinn's name and arching off the wall.
After a few hours, Rachel spent on her bed and Quinn snuggled up close, the little diva didn't think it was a bad idea to see Lion King. Maybe she'll get it when it comes on DVD.