AN: This is gonna blow. It's my first "smut" fic, if it even constitutes as smut because hell it's rough describing sex in words, especially when you can't find the words you're looking for. I have no beta reader, nor is english my mother tongue so any constructive criticism or other feedback is greatly appreciated.

Summary: Quinn Fabray And Rachel Berry are entangled in a web of secret passionate moments which can endanger their position in their own specific glee club, if anyone is to ever find out what's going on between these two "rivals". Rachel Berry is from McKingley High School while Quinn Fabray is from Carmel High School.

Title:Your voice has stolen my soul.

Accidental kisses during the day, is what leads them to this place. A safe haven only they know of and the only space in the whole world that hides their love from others, including themselves.

She gives her lower lip a tug before releasing it and repeating the action again only this time harder. Her teeth digging in enough at the pink lip so that she tastes a faint metallic taste of blood, Quinn's blood. The blonde moans and Rachel feels the frustration along with the anger thump harder beneath her skin and making her hands tremble in beat with it. A chuckle escapes from those same pink lips she was currently abusing and then she's pushed away.

"Still pissed huh?"

"We would have won if it weren't Mercedes lazy ass messing up the choreography, I specifically told her weeks ago to start practicing, I even told her that Judge Morrison had a dance studio of her own and is a very respected dance instructor from New Jersey. Did she really think that her voice could fool the jury-"

A warm body hitting against hers and hot lips suffocating her ramble deliciously cuts her off. Rachel responded the aggressive kiss with a set of hot kisses of her own. They moved rhythmically, tongues embracing each other, sucking and pressing harder against each other.

"You shouldn't talk smack about your teammate, you could get in trouble for that" Quinn gasped out before taking a deep breath in and jumping back in where she left off.

Rachel moaned surprisingly loud when the girl cupped her ass and squeezed her buttocks. Quinn smirked internally knowing she was stimulating the girl far more than what was necessary at this moment. She lifted the girl easily and immediately sighed in relief at the pressure of Rachel wrapping her legs around her waist and captivating the blonde in a very tight hold. This was one of their most favorite positions to be in. It was a perfect placement of their bodies that allowed them to feel everything, their breasts rubbing against each other, the place where they need each other the most painfully close but not close enough, their lips perfectly molding against each others, but Quinn's favorite of it all was how their heartbeats mixed with their lungs expanding for air. She could feel everything in that moment. If Rachel moved, she moved.

"Besides my team won not because of Mercedes misplaced feet but because we know how to make love to the audience"

Rachel gasped but not because of the spot behind her ear that Quinn was currently abusing with her tongue.

"Seriously? You want talk about this now? Seriously?"

"No you're riiight" Quinn groaned when the short singer unexpectedly dipped her head, leaned forward and started sucking on her nipple before swiftly changing her direction to the other one.

"Yess" She hissed and started walking over to the deserted desk in the corner. A hard task at, that with Rachel refusing to let go of her breasts but not impossible.

Rachel was carefully placed on the desk followed before being lowered down till her entire back was resting on the cold wood and Quinn was hovering above her. Both girls were nude from the head to their waist and only one item stood in their way now. The blonde cheeks were flushed as she took in the art of Rachel Berry's extraordinary body laid before her.

"You know…" She started as her eyes ran over the curve of Rachel's collarbone to the bruises that were blossoming on random spots around the area of her throat.

One finger came to circle one of the newly shaped bruises. "You have a very…How should I put this?" Her voice spoke in a low husky tone that always made Rachel go crazy. The body beneath her was twitching and moving restlessly in anticipation.

Quinn ignored the distressed girl and continued with her exploring. She was moving lower and lower regrettably skipping past Rachel's breasts without a taste but helpless to not touch them once before descending until she arrived to the place Rachel needed her the most. Her nose was just above the jeans that were covering the rest of Rachel.

"Hmm…interesting. Let's go with that, shall we? You have a very interesting scent."

The husky voice was still there and taking yet another bite at the brunette's patience.

"It's not just here" Quinn murmured as on hand came above the zipper on the jeans and sliding over it teasingly. "No, if I move my head up and turn left I feel something else, not as unique but kind of a cool barely existent Rachie scent. And if I go even higher, I get a warm yummy Rachie" Quinn lost herself in the delicious skin and odor of Berry until she was yanked out of her haze when Rachel claimed her hand and started rubbing it along herself for some release.

"That's very nice Quinn now if you're done with your interesting kink for my scent I'm ready to get this show on the road. Like really, really ready, so ready that if you don't get me naked I'm-"

Fuck.

Her jeans and pink panties were pulled off in a quick and very un-ladylike way but it got the job done and Rachel was finally out in the open. She was dripping; clean fluid trickling out and making Quinn's hazel eyes go even darker with desire and hunger.

"Look at you" Mesmerized at the sight she licked her lips-not that she really needed to- and licked one long trail over the girl's slit. Shit. Tasting Rachel was an experience everyone should long to have. She grasped Rachel's thighs and tightened the hold at the thought of other people tasting, touching, smelling, her girl. Quinn flicked the tip of her tongue, barely grazing the protruding nub of nerves. Rachel let out a slightly squeaky gasp and then moaned loudly when Quinn took advantage of all of her glorious tongue.

"Quinn" She dragged the girl's name with a moan. "More, please more"

She was not above begging not when she had been teased for what felt like an eternity.

Quinn surprise attacked her by a thrusting tongue filling her tight hole, wiggling her tongue before thrusting in and out. More cum was spilling out but Quinn was doing a good job so far licking every drop away.

She could feel that knot in her belly loosening up more and more. She was almost there.

Quinn jerked back and slipped two fingers into wet heat filling her up better this time.

"You're such bad girl, begging to be fucked by your rival, I wonder what your little club would feel about that if they knew? Would they kick you out? Take away all your solos? Your star status? Oh that would kill you, wouldn't it?" Quinn humorlessly laughed but continued on with her agonizing game and eying the girl before her. Her eyes were drooping in pleasure.

"Fuck you" She managed to squeeze out to the cocky blonde.

Quinn grinned and lowered herself down to the neglected, aching clit.

"Soon you will" She said before relenting in the pleasure of hearing a scream tear out from Rachel's lush lips.


The feeling afterwards was always the same. Relief and satisfaction. Relief that it had happened again, relief that none of the girl's had said anything about stopping it. Whatever it was. The satisfaction of it all was quite obvious.

They were putting their clothes back on, focusing on making them presentable first. Nobody could know, they had to look flawless, every strand of their hair to be perfect in sync with the rest. Nothing and they mean nothing could look suspicious or off. Because everyone knew that both show choirs had a team of gossips, and god those kids missed nothing. Rachel was finishing some last changes before she turned on her feet and gazed at the perfection of Quinn Fabray. The blonde gave the brunette a quick nod. They were ready to step out in the world and act the part of two rivals. Rachel often wondered if there was such a thing called positive accidents.

'If not, then what would you call this?'

They don't say goodbye for a reason but this time Rachel does the forbidden, she closes in on Quinn who was currently looking very confused at her and then she slings her arms around Quinn's neck and leans in.

A slow, tentative and confusing set of kisses takes place. Rachel catches the girl's lower lip between hers, sucking on it lightly and lastly giving her a full final kiss. There is one more final moment where they just barely brush their lips against one other until Rachel takes a shuddering breath and exits the room without a word, leaving behind the baffled show choir singer of Vocal Adrenaline.

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Not sure if I will continue this, we'll see. Anyway thank you, if you read only the first part or all of it. Thank you XX