Okay, so I'm working in a call center now and legit have no spare time. But in between my calls I've been trying to write and I came up with this little drabble today. I then decided that I think a whole series based in a bedroom. The characters, pairings, and activities in the bedroom will differ depending on each chapter. With this part I felt like I could've added more but I didn't want to taint it. Enjoy!
Some nights she finds it really hard to sleep. Sometimes she hears crying (not just any cries but her cries) and she can't seem to block out the noise. Other times her body won't stop aching, her chest sore even though they've been empty for a month now. More often than not it's because she can't get comfortable. No matter how she lays, it feels weird now. She can't lay on her stomach anymore (she'd trained herself to stay off it during her pregnancy) and she'll toss and turn all night if she lays on her sides (she's so used to curling her arms around her extended stomach that now she doesn't know what to do with her arms). Her back is the worst though. It aches a lot now, permanently strained from her pregnancy and so laying on her back forces it to relax. But when she does her tailbone throbs and she can't get used to the lack of weight pushing her down.
She sighs heavily, turning on to her right side only to be met with tired brown eyes.
"You've been moving all night," Rachel answers quietly, voice unusually scratchy and groggy for the singer.
"I toss and turn every night." She brings a hand to her back, rubbing small circles over her lower back to try and relieve the throbbing she feels.
"What's wrong?"
Quinn rolls on to her back, groaning when it only makes her back worse. She blindly gropes for Rachel's arm, tugging the brunette closer. "Lay on my stomach," she answers, whimpering as she shifts her hips from side to side, trying to relieve the pain. "Please just rest your head on my stomach."
Rachel tiredly lifts herself on to her hands and knees, moving to lay in between her girlfriend's legs. She lowers herself down, resting her head on Quinn's stomach, chocolate curls covering the girl beneath her like a blanket. She feels Quinn breathe out, her head sinking into the empty space between the blonde's ribs and pelvis. "Better," Rachel asks, closing her eyes when Quinn threads her fingers through her hair, nails softly scratching her scalp.
"Much." The weight of the smaller girl relieves the pain she feels in her back and being able to touch something other than her flat (but never truly flat, proof that she indeed had a baby once upon a time) stomach helps her relax a little bit more.
"It's always worse at night," Rachel murmurs into soft skin, wrapping her arms around Quinn's hips.