Chapter 2:

Sometimes there are moments where we have to let our bodies take over for our minds, because physicality is all that can be transcended within a sweeping whirlpool of emotions. At least that's what I tell myself as I pull Rachel underneath me and grind helplessly into her left hipbone. It's pathetic really, the extents that I seem to have gone through to meet the girl writhing underneath me now – it was never my intention to cart her to my apartment in the middle of the night like a common hooker though. Wrist slap number one Fabray.

However I must say – that although it seems as if I have the libido of a twelve-year-old boy – sleeping here, now, was never the final component of the equation. Hell there wasn't even a formula to begin with! All I know is that a few hours ago I walked into work as if it were any other Friday night. I never expected to turn around and find the object of my affection standing right there in front of me. I never thought that she would stay. And least of all, I never believed that she would listen.

And here we are. My long lost unrequited love. Rachel freaking Berry – and god she feels so good. She's groaning into me as we speak, and I can't stop my hips from rocking deliciously against hers – I can't complain, she's most definitely rocking back. She kisses my mouth fiercely, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel it all the way down to my toes. And now she's biting me. She's dragging my lower lip with her teeth with just the right amount of force to make my eyes roll back.

If she's gonna play dirty – she better prepare herself. In retaliation I inch my body down hers, ending up with my mouth right up against her navel. She's openly panting now, I smirk – because, goddamn I am good. I run my hands down her torso and pull up at her shimmery blouse – moving it all the way up to her neck. My fingers are firm, her skin is so incredibly hot. And just like that, I lower my lips to her abs, trailing my tongue along her skin until I reach her belly button and suck there. I hear her intake a sharp breath and I do the same – this is all making me deliciously dizzy. Is Rachel Berry really here, in my apartment? Is she really letting me hold her and touch her like this? Should I stop?

My mind is on autopilot. Of course I know that if we take things further it would mean a lot of things. Firstly I'm sure that either one or both of us will end up being hurt – but I can't seem to stop my questing fingers and she isn't stopping them for me. God, I've wanted to taste this skin for so long. I've wanted to be hers, and only hers for far too long for me to remember, especially now.

And then I move even farther south, trailing a blazing hot path with my tongue as I unbutton her jeans. Her hands have found my hair – it's still in a ponytail from work, she fists the hairband free, and suddenly my hair is falling down around my face and shoulders – her hands are reveling in it.

I cup her bottom and squeeze playfully before dragging my fingers across the hem of her jeans, pulling them down slowly – eyeing her skin as my hands descend. I drop her pants to the floor and crawl above her again, pulling my black shirt over my head as I straddle her with my knees. Her hands are flying to my abdomen, and she squeezes my hips before biting her lip. What a vixen.

I stare into her eyes then – they're dark and infinitely deep, and as I hold them I get lost in them – within moments the entire mood has changed. Initially we were ravishing just for the sake of enjoyment. But now, with those beautifully tender eyes on mine, I can see all of the emotions swirling just beneath the surface. And suddenly, this has become way more than a divine, lucky fuck. This is Rachel Berry. The object of my unyielding affection – and I have to show her just how much she deserves to be loved.

She pulls my head down by the back of my neck, and now our lips are meeting in a slow waltz. I pull her bottom one in between my own and she reciprocates by trailing my top lip with a warm flick of her tongue. I have the sudden need to encompass her everywhere, I run a hand up to her neck, ghosting over her covered breasts and I just stare into her gorgeous face.

"Hi."

"Hey."

And then I kiss her first on the lips and then on the cheek before burying my face onto her shoulder as without warning I find her panties, and delve my fingers slowly inside. Her hips jerk from the shock – she wasn't expecting that, I smirk into her shoulder. But soon the smirk is gone because my fingertips have suddenly laid ground on the wetness of her. She whimpers into my left ear as I study the apex of her terrain. She's so fucking hot, I can barely stand it – my hips continue the steady rocking that they had forgotten moments ago, and suddenly I'm reminded of just how wet Rachel is making me, it's almost unbearable.

"Oh my god, Quinn…why do you feel so good?"

I wasn't expecting her to speak. I can barely form words let alone have a conversation. Her breath is coming out wispy and strained, I increase my pace against her clit, stroking it in fast firm circles, moving with her keening body. I look up and kiss her again as my answer, and our tongues fight for pleasure against the other. I forget that her hands had been fisted in my hair – because suddenly I realize their absence. And before I can look to see what she's done with them – I can feel one of them snaking over my bra, digging underneath the wire and cupping me fully.

I whimper into her lips as she trails her fingernails over my nipple.

"More."

She nods her head, her eyes wide with satisfaction as her other hand digs underneath the hem of my pants. I'm still wearing pants? Regardless, I can feel her fingertips burying themselves under my panties, and now – holy fuck – she's running her digits up my center, teasing my entrance ever so deliciously as she finds my clit.

"Rachel."

I gasp into her, and she sighs right back into me as our hips ride together. There's something so erotic about it – and I can't stop. I can feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the brunette as our bodies collide. I'm holding her as closely as I can, as I pant into her skin – her fingers making miracles happen in my pants. (god, did I just think that?) I kiss my way across her collarbone before finding her breasts, they're still covered but I don't care. I pull her bra up quickly and latch myself at her nipple – savoring the salty sweetness of her skin.

"Keep goi—don' stop, Quinn."

She's falling apart underneath me now. I can feel her legs trembling from the force of attempting to maintain composure. I know this because my own are doing the exact same thing. Dancing fingers moving the two of us to the edge of something so daunting, and yet divinely satisfying. I quicken the pace of my tongue on her breasts, my hand at her clit, and my hips at her hips. I can feel her fingers toying with the idea of sinking in – and so I make the first strategic play.

She's so fucking wet. My fingers slide in, one at a time, in and out – and she practically erupts off of the comforter at the welcome intrusion. I make use of my thumb and put it to work at her center while my middle and ring fingers work diligently within her. She's gasping for air now as she clutches at me tighter. Her fingers work at a rapid pace, circling my entrance and dipping in and out now. Our hips are bumping – it should hurt – but it feels too good to stop. And now I can feel her torso constricting, I release my mouth from her breasts and look down at her as we move in rhythm. Her pupils are dilated and far away with desire – but I capture her lips one last time as I feel my orgasm pending.

She comes first. Arching into my fingers as the tremors overtake her – I watch her ride them like a fucking wave, her moans and high pitched nonsensical gasps fill my foggy head as she lays her mantra thick.

"Quinn. Fuck. Quinn, holy shit. Quinn –"

And her fingers are still moving inside of me, and I just burst apart. I deliver one final, lasting jerk of my hips to hers as my orgasm hits my nervous system full force. I can't stop my body from keening as the waves flood and tense my muscles. It's so warm in here now. I look down – my eyes are hazy, but I can see that she's staring back up at me, and before I can claim her lips she's already claiming mine. The kiss is slow and soft – a promise, or a thank you I don't know.

But as I wrap her up in the post orgasmic aura of our love-making, I feel a connection to her that I haven't felt with anyone else – and we only ran into each other a few hours ago. The idea that she might leave, strikes me and I visibly flinch at the thought – because although I act as though I need nothing in my life – I need this.

"Will you stay here, with me?"

I'm not usually this vulnerable. In fact I haven't had sex in months, but I've never opened myself up to anyone directly after – my eyes shift because she makes me nervous. I watch her smile at me brightly, oh my god, she's stunning. Her hair is wild and splayed across my pillows and she looks so fucking perfect, I could hold her forever.

"Did I even have a choice?"

Her words could be taken in a negative tone, but I realize that she's playing with me. Making light of the fact that she's just as emotionally wrapped up in this as I am. She scoots her body from beneath so that we're side by side now, and she turns her eyes back on me – I'm just now realizing that she's oddly quiet for Rachel Berry I grab on to her hips and hold her as I smile back at her witty little answer.

"You're going to be the end of me Rachel Berry. Quinn Fabray who? It was good knowing her."

"Stop it silly."

I'm laughing at her blush. I like laughing with her. And it's now that I realize that she's blurring on the edges of my irises. Apparently I've been so wrapped up that I've forgotten my need for vision enhancing eyewear. I reach behind Rachel's head and snatch them up from the night table where I set them and before I can scoot them onto my face Rachel is grabbing them gently out of my hand with her sticky little fingers.

"What is with you and my glasses Berry? Is this some sort of sick fetish?"

"Would you like me less if it was?"

I watch her put them on her face, scrunching up her eyes and nose as she fixes them across the bridge of her nose.

"Hell no – but, really what is it with my glasses?"

I smile at her as she squints her eyes open slightly behind the frames.

"I honestly didn't know you wore glasses before tonight Quinn. How long have you worn them?"

She's still wearing my glasses on her face, but her eyes are shut again. Why is she so cute? I can hardly stand it.

"Since I was four."

Her eyes pop open again in shock and then she flinches at the unwelcome blurriness, she hurries and snatches the glasses off of her face before affixing them to my own.

"Since you were four? You never wore them at school…"

"I know."

"Why not?"

"I never liked them. I've had contacts since I was about thirteen or fourteen – I only wear my glasses when I absolutely need to. They make me look nerdy."

It wasn't the time to delve into the fact that my glasses reminded me of far more complicated times when I wasn't as confident in myself and my appearance as I deserved to be. Rachel doesn't need to hear that – for now, I decide to keep it light.

"I think you look fucking hot."

Oh –What? Rachel Berry and swearing…more please! But back to pressing matters, I catch her lips again fiercely and she relinquishes under my touch. I glance over at the alarm clock by my bed, it reads 3:08am – and then I feel her fingers at my waist, digging into the skin firmly and my mind is completely blown.

I catch her back with my palms and snake my way up to her bra clasp – it comes undone and vaguely I can feel hands pushing down my pants the rest of the way – wait? I'm still wearing pants? I unhook my bra myself, and now we're side by side in nothing but our panties. Who knew Rachel Berry would be the one to make me so goddamn insatiable. I lean forward and capture her lips, and then her neck and then her lips again – she almost falls into me completely all over again.

"Hi sexy."

She mumbles against my neck as she sucks on it tightly with pursed lips.

"Tease."

I mumble back as I lean down to catch one of her perfect dusky nipples into my waiting mouth. – it's 3:15 now, I have no intent on stopping. - Oh what the hell? I think suddenly, who in the heck needs sleep anyway?