Rachel lay with her head in Quinn's lap as she watches the steady progression of afternoon into night. Following an oddly shaped cloud across the sky, brought the porcelain skin of her girlfriend into her line of sight.
She traced the fine curve of her jaw with her eyes and followed the naturally graceful line of her face up to the look of pure concentration in hazel eyes.
They had been lying on the grass, underneath their favourite beech tree by the lake, for the past hour, and for the past hour, Quinn has been steadily ploughing through whatever book she's reading, while Rachel tried to stay quiet to avoid disturbing the perfect focus of the angel above her.
She shifted her position on the blonde slightly, as she had done every five minutes or so since lying down. Apparently she just wasn't made to sit still for long stretches of time. She belonged on the stage, where something was always happening, and there was no time to rest.
Releasing a slow breath, the brunette settles into her new position and continued her cloud watching.
"This is killing you isn't it?" The blonde's voice broke the silence. Hazel eyes staring down at her.
"On the contrary Quinn, I find this place to be instrumental in finding my inner peace an-" Rachel's diatribe was cut short before it really started by the presence of the softest pair of lips known to man ("or woman" Rachel reflected briefly) taking up residence on her own.
Not for the first time, Rachel found herself speechless in the presence of the blonde. Her previous rant lost from her mind like footprints on the beach.
They moved in sync, easily granting each other access to explore familiar territory anew. There was no pressure in the kiss, no need for anything more than just the simple pleasure coming from such contact.
When they broke apart, amused eyes found the bright brown of Rachel's own. "Next time, just tell me okay?"
"But-" a gentle finger on her lips impeded the brunette's rebuttal.
"I can thing of more fun things to be doing right now anyway." Said Quinn, mischief oozing from every inch of her.
"Like what?" Rachel managed to get out around Quinn's pale finger.
As an answer, the blonde threw her book away and tugged the petite diva towards her…
3 hours later…
"… Oh Rachel, honey, dinner's on the table if you – Why are there leaves in your hair?"
