Toxic Love

Introduction of Quinn and Rachel in Quinn's office; raunchy sex in her office.

Ch. 1 - Her Needs

"Ms. Fabray, Ms. Berry is here to see you."

Quinn swivels in her plush leather chair and smirked at her phone. It's been a long time since she's received this type of notification. She licked her lips in anticipation. A shitty morning just turned into a great afternoon.

Quinn pressed the intercom button. "Thank you, Natalie. Send her up." Her assistant confirmed and expected her to hang up. "Oh, and Natalie?"

"Yes, Ms. Fabray?"

"No interruptions. Push back my conference call."

"Of course, Ms. Fabray. Only Ms. Berry is allowed in your office."

Quinn thanked her and watched her door. That's one of the things she liked about Natalie. She knew how to be discreet every time Rachel came by.

She cleared her throat and tried to control her smile from growing too big. She missed Rachel, but they always had this cool persona with each other. Neither of them showed too much excitement whenever they saw each other. Discreetness has always been their forte, even though sometimes the chemistry couldn't be controlled. But once the initial formalities got out of the way in the beginning, then they didn't care. They were free. But it's been weeks, and Quinn couldn't exactly jump her the moment she saw her. According to Rachel, that's just rude.

Quinn toyed with the idea of messing with her, but she decided against it. Rachel always liked direct attention, especially since she's been depraved. So, she kept her gaze on her door. Then, she heard the distant clacking of heels against the marble floors. She bit her lip to stop the grin. Subconsciously, she ran her hand down her business suit and swiveled her chair more to the side so she looked slanted. She crossed her legs. Then a pair of bronze legs centered her gaze. Her breathing subtlety got heavier, but she kept her face schooled.

Rachel was less than fifty feet away from her.

Her gaze slowly went up as she surveyed Rachel's banging body. Rachel definitely grew into herself in the last ten years. She took very good care of her body and definitely paid her dues. She grew into this dark goddess that muddied everything in Quinn's life, but she was still the most precious thing in her life. Something so chaotic and messy and complicated could also be the light in the dark tunnel. Rachel was literally a beacon filled with sexiness and joy.

As Rachel continued to walk towards her, Quinn found herself thanking God once again for letting such a beautiful soul into her life. Although Rachel was anything but a beautiful soul. She had a good heart, but she learned to a tee of becoming that assertive bitch. She had to when balancing fame and fortune. It's probably why they got along.

Finally, her prized gift reached her office. And when she spoke, Quinn was ready to embrace her and ravish her. But, cool demeanor. They had to. It was always how they played their game.

"Quinn," Rachel said, quietly.

Quinn didn't say anything at first. She wanted to memorize Rachel's soft, yet sultry tone. She kept quiet and silently watched as Rachel made her away across until she sat on the edge of her desk next to her. She only quirked her eyebrow as Rachel purposely did her "sexy walk." She emphasized the way her body swayed as she walked. Rachel always claimed she didn't know what she was talking about; she always walked that way and she walked normal. Quinn saw right through the innocent act in high school. Rachel knew exactly what she was doing.

She shamelessly watched as Rachel made her way to her desk. It was subtle, but the way Rachel tightened her thighs as she sat down made her slightly break her cool demeanor. She couldn't help it as she smirked. She knew her hungry stare affected Rachel just like the way Rachel walked affected her. Quinn's heart burst with joy. She was glad to see Rachel after weeks apart. And the way Rachel was acting, she knew she was glad to see her, too.

But they had a game to play.

"Rachel," Quinn said, finally.

"You've been avoiding me."

"Me? You're the one on a two-week promotional movie tour."

"You didn't visit me."

"I had clients to please."

"And what about my needs?"

Quinn had to chuckle. She uncrossed her legs and scooted her chair towards Rachel. Rachel met her halfway and moved her lithe body towards her. She gave her a charming smile and placed her hand on Rachel's thigh. She looked deep into Rachel's dark eyes and licked her lips. Rachel's lips twitched into a soft smile. And this was when their game stopped and there was only total honesty. She licked her lips again and started rubbing soothing circles on her warm thigh. Rachel leaned down towards her.

"I'm sorry," Quinn started. "I did get busy and everyone was all over you. I thought maybe you needed space."

"That's blasphemous when it comes to you, Quinn. You're the only one I want in my space."

"I'm sorry. Things really did get busy. And you didn't call."

Rachel pouted. "My publicist took away my phone."

"That bitch. You should fire him."

"I will. After I get my needs taken care of."

"Do it on speakerphone. I wanna hear while I'm between your legs."

"You better not be joking. Because you know I'll do it."

"Do I ever joke when it comes to pleasing you?"

Rachel smirked then kicked off one of her heels. Quinn leaned back as she watched Rachel's foot rubbed up her leg from her ankle to her knee. She gulped as she watched her do it slow just to torture her. The sensation was turning her on. Fuck, it was going to be a good lunch hour.

Rachel leaned forward until her lips hovered over hers. Quinn patiently waited. Rachel's hand cupped the inside of her thigh as her tongue poked out and barely licked her lips. She couldn't help but gasp a little. Then Rachel moved her lips to her ear and whispered. Her voice husked and Quinn's clit twitched in excitement.

"You better take me rough," Rachel said. "I've been depraved."

"You took an hour lunch from rehearsal?" Quinn asked, making sure.

"Of course."

"You better keep the moaning down to a low level. You don't want to rupture your vocal chords."

Rachel grasped the back of her head and tightened her grip on her hair. Quinn moaned and allowed her head to tilt back. Rachel's dark eyes grew almost black. She wasn't fucking around and she loved it when she got this determined.

"Fuck me now, Quinn," Rachel said, then kissed her. It was sloppy and desperate.

Quinn fucking loved it.

"Come here," Quinn said, rising up.

She scooted Rachel closer to her as her hands went straight to her hips. Two weeks without doing this and she wasn't going to be gentle. Rachel wasn't the only one depraved. Her hands went everywhere as she continued to kiss the life out of her. Rachel broke the kiss to moan as her hands went from her breasts down to her thighs. She didn't stop kissing, though, as her lips, tongue, and teeth worked over her neck. She started to bunch Rachel's dress up so she could touch her where she wanted it most. She wouldn't stop kissing as she removed her panties. She allowed two of her fingers to slide up and down her pussy lips. The wetness coated her fingertips and she kind of lost it. She bit down particularly hard on her neck, but all she heard was a wanton moan in response.

Quinn pulled back in just the slightest, but Rachel clung onto her. Rachel kept her tight against her, which she didn't mind. She didn't need a lot of space to swipe the paperwork on her desk or to push her laptop further back. Once the path was clear, she picked her up by her thighs and moved her so she was more center on her desk. She gently guided her to lay back as she sat back down on her chair. She scooted forward and went straight to work.

The first lick was like heaven. Heaven was an eternal place and that place was Rachel's pussy. She moaned as she tasted Rachel. She always tasted sweet, even after ten years of doing this. It was Quinn's favorite. Before fucking Rachel, she thought the best taste in the world was bacon.

Quinn licked Rachel's pussy lips once, twice, then straight up plunged her tongue inside her hole. Rachel couldn't control her loud moan, and she found herself smirking as she moved her tongue up and down in the tight tunnel. She couldn't control her moaning even if she tried. Being quiet was never Rachel's forte. She puckered her lips to suck then moved her tongue up to her clit. She flicked in a fast pace as two of her fingers went inside her pussy. She kept the fast pace; alternating between up and down flicking and long strokes against her clit as her fingers moved in random circles. She was trying to find her G-spot and after a few minutes, she hit that particular spot. She knew because Rachel yelped and started humping her hand telling her to go faster.

Quinn wanted to tell her okay, but she knew if she pulled away to talk, Rachel would murder her. Or torture her with sultry looks across the room and touch her arm in a feather like touch but never commit to a kiss or a touch to her pussy. So, she did the best thing and looked up to make eye contact.

"Fuck, Quinn," Rachel moaned as she looked down. "Your eyes are gonna be the death of me."

Quinn chuckled as she sucked her clit and circled with the tip of her tongue. She went back to work with her fast pace. Rachel kept moaning louder and louder as her hand went down and gripped her hair. She felt herself being pushed closer, which was her universal sign. She was close and needed that push over the edge. She added a third finger and pushed deeper. The best sound of the entire universe pierced the air and she knew Natalie heard her.

"Fuck, baby, yes!" Rachel squealed. "Right there, right there. Fuck, you fuck me so good, baby. Fuck! Quinn!"

Quinn held down Rachel's hip with one hand as her body convulsed. As much as Quinn loved it when she was very responsive, she didn't want the bucking to hurt her jaw. Besides, Rachel loved it whenever she would pin her down. She loved to be overpowered when intimate. She kept going until she was sure her body stop convulsing and she was limp. She licked her lips to savor her taste. Goddamn, it was the best taste in the world.

Quinn pulled back and waited until Rachel felt her eyes on her. When she caught her breath and looked down, she gave her a soft smile that cut through all the bullshit. It was a smile that showed she cared and she knew Rachel knew. Rachel once told her she knew it was genuine smile that told her truth because her eyes shined. And it was true. She always felt lighter whenever she smiled at her like that.

Rachel giggled and started to stretch. She was sated, but Quinn wasn't. She allowed her to sit up then slide down her lap. She kept rubbing her fingers up and down her legs while she nipped at her breasts and neck. She couldn't keep her lips and hands to herself even if she tried. Rachel was too sexy to behave.

"Stay tonight," Quinn mumbled against her neck. "Let me take care of you."

"If I do that, I won't be able to walk," Rachel moaned. "You'll fuck me all night."

"You're damn right I will."

"I'll have to take two days off."

"You're star of the show. You can take a couple days off from rehearsal."

"I know. Fine, I will."

"You will?"

"Yeah," Rachel said, grabbing her chin for a long kiss. "You know damn well it wasn't a question. A quickie at lunch is never enough. I need a minimum of two days of sex with you."

"I just like to be sure."

"You're such an ass. You just like to be reminded of your sexual prowess."

"I am better than anyone you ever been with."

Rachel nodded. "This is true. Now, we have at least thirty minutes before I have to go back. There's more sex to have."

"Make it an hour. You can be late. You're the star."

"This is also true."

"Hey, baby, when you go back, tell your boyfriend Michael I said hi."

Rachel grinned then smack her shoulder. "You are such an ass."

"Yeah, an ass who gives you better orgasms."

"Speaking of."

Rachel raised her eyebrow and pushed Quinn back. Her eyebrow raise wasn't as effective as her patented one, but it sure as hell was more adorable than hers. Whenever Quinn raised her eyebrow, it was a power strategy for intimidation. Whenever Rachel did it, she did it out of cuteness. It was her version of power strategy, and Quinn fell for it every time. She didn't mind, though.

Quinn licked her lips as Rachel scooted back and laid down. Her hands went from her thighs all the way up to her breasts. Quinn's mouth went dry at the motion. Fuck, this woman was the best thing to ever happen to her and she was also going to be the death of her. She stood up from her chair and climbed on top of her. She trailed kisses along her jaw as she entered two fingers back inside Rachel's hole. Rachel's loud moan vibrated her office walls. She wouldn't dare silence Rachel's declarations she was best. This entire office deserved to know she was only one to fuck Rachel Berry, Broadway and Movie Star, so fucking good.

End Ch. 1

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