Quinn Fabray. HBIC and queen bitch of the universe.
Okay, maybe not the universe, but of Lima, Ohio? Def.
As a true head bitch in charge, not many things made Quinn soften her hard stature. It was very rare to see her cry, even when she was pregnant. She rarely smiled either, unless it was mockingly.
However, there was one thing that made her light up like a firework. Her eyes would shine brightly, and her loins would burn with lust.
Finn Hudson.
And his.
Gorgeous, rough hands.
She remembers the first time she saw him. They were in kindergarten, and a younger, more mischievous but less perverted Noah Puckerman had been picking on a little Quinny. Finn, being a nice boy, protected her, and offered her his hand. She took it, and they held hands for the rest of the day. However, Quinn was transferred to a different school system a few years after, and she did not see Finn again until high school.
It was the very first day of high school she saw him again. But this time, she'd matured more... so when he turned around, goofy smile and all, requesting a pencil, she noticed his hand, the hand that she had grown attached to, had gotten rather large. It made her blush slightly. She quickly handed him a writing utensil, and turned her head toward the window.
A few weeks later, Finn had approached her during a practice on the field. He asked her if she would like to go out sometime, and she said yes so fast it scared him. She took his hand in both of hers. It was so big. She loved it.
During their makeouts, she would never let him out of his pants, but his hands went all over her body. Up her skirt, tickling her thighs, fingering her from the outside of her panties. It gave her goosebumps all over.
They'd often cuddle while watching a film, and she would hold his hands as she snuggled up. She'd feel quite jealous of Brittany and Santana linking pinkies in the halls, because she wanted to hold onto Finn's fingers, but she didn't dare.
Of course, as the story goes, Finn and his hands weren't enough, and there was the faithful night when Quinn had actual sex with Noah Puckerman, and got pregnant as a result. During her pregnancy, and the time she was with Finn, she was almost always horny. She would sneak him into the storage closets so he could use his fingers to get her off. He never objected once, though he was a bit confused as to why she would not let him go all the way.
After being kicked out by her mum and dad, Quinn always slept with Finn. He would hold her close, and she'd fall asleep in his arms. In the mornings she'd usually wake up first, and she'd take one of his hands from around her, and caress it in her own. She'd kiss the fingers, and occasionally put one tip in his mouth. Finn would not know about these morning routines for a long, long time.
Now she's sitting in class, thinking about last year, with Puck and Finn, and now she's even finished with Sam. It's her chance to get those hands back for herself.
Her current thoughts are of the very last time she and Finn had 'sex'. He'd let his hands travel all over her body, kissing her neck. He'd slid down her panties, and placed one finger on her clit, rubbing it while she squealed his name. He'd put a finger inside her, and then another, and it hurt to feel so great. She was sorry that he did not know the baby was not really his. But she lost herself as he used his other hand to rub her perky nipples, his hands so wonderful at their job.
She snaps herself out of her memories when she sees the real Finn walk into the classroom, and he grins at her, waving. She nearly faints, and asks Shuester to be excused for a few moments.
While her hands aren't nearly as good as Finn's they'll do for the moment.