Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry
Summary: She didn't even touch me
One-Shot. Faberry Week: Day Five- Accidental Stimulation.
Quinn smoothed her hair back as she looked over her shoulder.
She was at her favorite club in New York, Crazy Eights. Why was it her favorite? The reason was because of a pole dancer that she had her eye on for awhile. This girl was Rachel Berry, whom was the most beautiful girl that Quinn had the pleasure of ever seeing. She had caramel skin that begged to be touched. Her brown eyes had specks of gold that pulled her in and never let her go. Her brunette hair seemed silky to the touch, but Quinn has yet to confirm her suspicion. And her legs! Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and oh how Quinn dreamed of those legs being wrapped around her body. Her appendage slamming into the small woman. Yes, she did have an extra appendage "down there." If you had a problem with that, then she'd kick your butt.
But, that didn't matter. No, what mattered today was that she was going to try and talk with Rachel after so long. So, with a gulp of some liquid luck, Quinn Fabray walked across the floor and sat in front of Rachel's pole.
Her eyes followed Rachel's every move. From the dipping down the pole, to her legs wrapping around the pole and her climbing. She bit back a moan, her "little" friend showing some interest in what the brunette was doing. Then, Rachel arched her back and let her hands go from the pole, her legs supporting all of her weight as she became upside down. Quinn's eyes met Rachel's, and the pole dancer sent the blonde a wink. Quinn squeezed her legs together, her friend starting to become painful.
She watched Rachel slide down the pole, still upside down, until her head hit the floor. She then unlocked her legs, and had them come down. She then pushed herself forward and started to thrust into the floor. This made Quinn bite her lip, her eyes widening. Rachel then crawled like a sexy cat, her eyes locked on Quinn's. Quinn looked behind her, making sure there was nobody behind her that Rachel could possibly be looking at. There was no one.
When Quinn turned her head back around, she gasped as she found Rachel in front of her. The brown eyed girl smiled at Quinn, blowing her a kiss before she got up and started to circle the pole with a swish in her hips. As the music died down, Rachel gripped the pole and did the classic jump and twirl, earning hoots and hollers from everyone.
Quinn just got up as quick as she could and ran to the woman's restroom, but it was more of an awkward walk as she tried to keep her friend at bay. Once she reached the ladies room, she quickly locked the door and unzipped her pants. Her friend sprung forth and was leaking. "She didn't even touch me." Quinn whispered to herself.
She felt arms wrapping around her shoulders, "Would you like me to?" The person asked. Quinn spun on her heels, her friend whipping about, to find Rachel in front of her. "I'm good at picking locks." Rachel told her with a shrug, and then smirked as she locked the door.