Well, yeah, you see, fuck you.

Summary: The prompt was gardenias. What the hell can you write about?

Word Count: 426.


i love your pussy

She giggles as the white petals of the flower tickle the sole of her foot. A kiss follows the light contact.

"You're so cute." Quinn says.

"So are you." Rachel says.

Quinn holds the tiny feet in her hands. "Thank you." She grins before jerking her head back to move her hair out of her face. Gardenia petals erupt out of her hair as she does so, and Rachel stares on in wonder. Quinn grins, putting her hand to her lips and blowing a kiss, several gardenia petals flowing in the wind. She stands up and drops the simple white robe she was in, revealing a naked body with fully bloomed Gardenias Augustas laying on her nipples and vagina.

Quinn kneels down, and Rachel's eyes dart around the image with curiosity and confusion. Suddenly the windows shatter and along with tiny pieces of broken glass, hundreds of gardenia petals whip throughout the room. A strong gust blows Quinn's hair around.

Quinn's thumb strokes the under of Rachel's foot, and the brunette shudders. The blonde climbs over, straddling Rachel as the tornado of gardenia pedals continues around them. She gently takes Rachel's hand and caresses it; she seems to be memorizing the exact structure of Rachel's hand before she singles out the middle finger and slides it into her mouth, closing her eyes before pulling it out: a single petal on the tip. And it all stops.

Graciously moving forward, Quinn prepares to kiss Rachel.

Quinn wakes up. She sighs. She turns to Rachel and presses her warmth against Rachel's back, grasping Rachel's naked tit and with her other hand sliding in between the back of Rachel's thighs. Rachel stirs and wakes up with a fright but has no time to react as Quinn slips her middle finger into Rachel and starts to fuck her lover passionately, not really regarding the fact she just woke up. Her hand kneads the full breast and Quinn's lips are sucking at Rachel's neck.

All Rachel is seeing is the single gardenia in the vase on the nighttable – the moonlight being the only source of light as Quinn's pumps into her.

"I bet you wish I had a dick." Quinn says, nipping at the jawline.

Rachel bites her bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as she climaxes and reaching out grasps the single flower, her fingers crushing it in a loving way.

Quinn throws her leg around Rachel and pulls her closer before releasing her grips and instead tending to the broken gardenia. She places the petals on Rachel.