Posting the second part for the Faberry Monthly Prompt. Enjoy and thanks for the reviews :)
Part 2
The bubble
The feeling of the leather against her bare back always sent shivers to her body, but when another heated body pressed on her front she totally lost it; moving to the backseat of the car had been an easy choice, after being tangled in a warm embrace for long minutes soon after Rachel had made it to their secret place. Kisses had soon escalated and the passion between the young girls wasn't easy to tame, but better if not on full display where indiscrete eyes could have enjoyed their display of affection too much.
The sound of the radio filled the small space, covering the soft whispers and moans of pleasure that escaped from both their parted lips, whenever they pulled apart to serve the purpose of filling their lungs with more oxygen. Quinn hovered her topless girlfriend, both hands firmly planted on the seat to keep her weight off an already panting Rachel, whose smaller arms held her around the waist, stroking the small tattoo on her lower back. She leaned down, brushing her lips along her girlfriend's mouth that disclosed under her soft ministration letting the tip of their tongue caress each other slowly at first. It was just a game of exploring the boundaries, getting reacquainted with the taste of their lip gloss and the last cigarette, that was surprisingly alluring for the singer. Fingers trailed along the spine of the ex-blonde, tracing each dimple and slight mark on the skin of her back; it felt like the brunette was trying to memorize every small detail like a map, discovering new places and ways to make her girlfriend moan against her.
"We shouldn't be doing this here baby." Quinn whispered breathless in the singer's ear, lips grazed along its shell before finding the tender skin of the lobe, tugging it between her perfect pearly white teeth. She sucked it slowly in her mouth, releasing part of her sexual tension in that mere action that made the brunette arch off the seat and slide their bare breasts together.
"Our properties are all severely controlled and renting a room would be too suspicious, Quinn." Rachel's fingers moved to knead the strong shoulder blades, nails scratched along the skin as their upper bodies moved closer in a more intimate embrace. "I don't want anyone else but you to be my first." She whispered lowly, her eyes closed at the feeling of her girlfriend's tongue trace the side of her neck and stopping on her fast beating pulse point, whose erratic pace increased even more. Her nails dug into Quinn's shoulders, pulling her closer as her skin was scraped and teased by those teeth that she couldn't wait to feel somewhere else on her body. Somewhere more sensitive and responsive to the intimate caresses of her soon-to-be lover.
The pink haired girl looked up at Rachel, but she couldn't see any worry or regret about her words; she seemed pretty sure that what was going to happen soon after, would have been a beautiful memory they would only share and secure in their memories for the rest of their lives. Her slender fingers moved downwards, playing with the fabric of the skirt the brunette was wearing; hazelnut eyes met a pair of chocolate orbs, one more time for reassurance. No regrets nor fear, only love. Lips turned in a soft smile as hips moved off the seat, letting those gentle hands slide the useless garment off her long legs to the floor; her white lace panties followed and soon she found herself naked, lying on the leather backseat of a Mustang totally exposed to someone else for the first time in her life.
"If you don't feel good about this anymore, just tell me and I'll stop baby." Quinn's arms came to rest back at each side of her head, loving eyes locked with hers and soft lips moved closer to drop a soft kiss on her mouth; Rachel could only nod gently, her fingers itched to explore more skin under those clothes that hid her girlfriend's sexy and toned body. So she took the matter in her own hands. Forefingers undid the button of her ripped jeans and pulled the zipper down, before tugging them down the taller girl's hips who was watching her with an amused smile. "You should have just asked baby and I would have taken my clothes off sooner."
"I like undressing you better." Rachel brushed the tip of her nose along the strong jawline before her, nostrils filled with the lingering scent of nicotine and flowery perfume that belonged to the girl's skin; her mouth turned in a bigger smile when the ex-blonde kicked her loosened jeans and boyshorts to the floor, pooling right on top of her previously discarded clothes. "So much better, now."
Quinn chuckled softly and turned her head to the side, her eyes searched around the inside of her car till they landed on the blanket draped over the back of the passenger seat; her fingers tugged it off it and threw it over her own lower back, somehow trying to keep the body heat between them. Her gaze refocused on the girl beneath her, eager and waiting to be taken care of, the way she deserved. She couldn't still believe Rachel was there with her, trusting her enough to give her one of the most precious things she had in her young life; her heart melted at the thought of what was going to happen between them, within the next hours.
"I love you." Words escaped from her mouth before she could even stop them, her feelings were so strong that her mind couldn't help but go along with them; but anything could happen now and what she feared the most was rejection. She knew how much Rachel valued her virginity, but they had never talked about what they felt for each other before then; maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut. The pink haired girl closed her eyes and gripped tightly on the leather seat, so hard that her knuckles had turned white and her muscles in her arms were as tensed as she was carrying the weight of the world in them.
"I love you too so much, Quinn Fabray." Rachel's hands cupped each side of her face, tugging her down so their lips could meet for a long soft kiss, in which they poured all their feelings trying to convey the message stronger and louder. The ex-cheerio's body accommodated on top of the brunette's one, pressing every inch of their fronts together and tangling their legs in a tight grip, not allowing them to go anywhere without taking the other one along with.
The Aftermath
The soft melody of 'Radio' filled the now silent car, but its low tune was more like a whisper and swayed in the background leaving the stage to the two girls, who were wrapped in a tight and loving embrace under the blanket. Quinn's back was pressed against the back of her seat and one of her legs was bent, her toes were grazing the handle of the backseat door across from them, relishing in the colder feeling of the metal against her still overheated skin. Rachel, instead, couldn't get enough of feeling her girlfriend's naked body pressed against hers, mostly if their chests were facing each other letting their hearts beat without as less barriers as possible in between.
Quinn's right fingers were held hostage by Rachel, who was playing with her hand and pressing soft kisses on each line of her palm and nuzzling the tip of her nose along the valley between her slender and skilled fingers; the ex-blonde could only smile, her left arm curled around the brunette's shoulders and tugged her closer, so that her own nose could trace the skin of her temple still slightly sweaty from the physical intercourse they had shared. Her eyes fluttered inwardly close, letting the other four senses take in everything that belonged and screamed Rachel, loud and clear. Her heartbeat sped up and lips ran suddenly dry, as the memories of their experience filled her mind once again. It wasn't hard to let herself replay those moments: she could still feel the sweat drying on their naked frames, her nostrils were filled with the smell of their lovemaking and personal scents mixing and, mostly, her mouth still carried the lingering taste of the singer's essence on her lips and tongue.
"I don't want to go home, I want to spend the night with you right here." Rachel's words came out as a whisper, barely audible if hadn't been for the close proximity they were sharing; Quinn's lips dropped in a small frown and all she could do was tighten her grip around her, dropping a soft kiss on her forehead not to voice her own disappointment out. The brunette's held tightly on the ex-cheerio's hand, tucking their laced fingers under her chin as she snuggled herself closer into her lover's arms; the taller girl pulled the blanket more around their bare frames, tucking them inside and naively thinking it would be enough to keep the worries at bay and out of their temporary refuge.
"We still have time baby, don't worry." Quinn's words were too optimistic to be true, but lying to herself and to her lover would buy her few more bittersweet moments together; her eyes didn't dare to move to the clock on the dashboard of her car. She didn't want to be proven wrong nor have her hopes been crushed too soon; she kept her eyes closed and held onto the brunette on top of her, just a few more. Just a few longer.
The New Developments
Coming home in the late morning had never been a problem to her family, who let her do anything she pretty much wanted as long as she kept her grades up and didn't spoil the family's name, but she was sure that they'd manage to cover any bad choice she made, unless it had something to do with an affiliation with the Berry family. That would have been unacceptable. Quinn couldn't help but smile sarcastically, wondering what would happen if her parents ever found out about the secret relationship she was engaging with none but Rachel Berry. Part of her would be eager to find out, hoping to be kicked out so she could finally live her own life without the weight of her family name on her young shoulders. Another part of her, though, was afraid of the consequences that would follow such a revelation, mostly if it meant that Rachel would get hurt in any way. She knew the length of this family rivalry, both the households weren't going to play fair if it meant wounding the other one in a deadly and definitive way; she couldn't afford knowing her lover's pain, so for now they had to keep their romance between themselves and be extremely careful about it.
When she walked inside the Fabray mansion, she was surprised not to find Russell reading a newspaper on his favorite armchair and Judy walking between the living room and the kitchen, supervising the maid and the chef's works. She shrugged lightly and walked upstairs toward the bedroom zone, she just needed some proper sleep to recharge her batteries after the long passionate with her girlfriend and to give her troubled mine some rest. Reaching her bedroom, she had already started to peel her t-shirt off when she noticed someone else was already in the room, lying comfortably in the middle of her king size bed.
"What are you doing here, Santana?" Quinn dropped the shirt on the floor, not worrying about her best friend's indiscrete eyes roam all over frame since they had seen each other naked plenty of times, back in the old Cheerios times. Her hands came to rest on her narrow hips, taking her HBIC stance as her eyes met the Latina's naughty ones; she knew that gaze so well that she could smell trouble from where she stood.
"Have to tell you Q, since you dropped the Cheerios I thought you'd get lazy and gain your Lucy Caboosey title again but you got sexier, girl." Santana stood up gracefully from her bed, sauntering over to her like a lioness on her prey. Her mouth was curled in a smirk and her eyes had visibly darkened, she was on hunting mode and for once, Quinn was her target. "Gotta love a girl with a nice six pack, keeps the hands and mouth busy for good." Her short nails scratched along the exposed abdomen, making the ex-cheerleader shiver in fear, not in pleasure.
"Drop the act, Santana. What the fuck you want here? Has Brittany finally dropped your sorry ass for someone who really cares for her?" The pink haired girl took a step back and walked to the her dresser, not wanting to let those hands roam any longer on her frame because she was unintentionally tempting the other girl.
"Sex isn't dating Quinn, she knew that but guess wheels is gonna take care of whole relationship shit. Now, I might reconsider the whole motto if I finally tapped that ass of yours." The Head Cheerleader moved behind the taller girl, her palms came to rest on the slender hips under the fabric of her ripped jeans. "I could rock your world and let you do anything you want to me."
"I am not interested, Santana, so you can move on the next target." Quinn turned around and pushed the hands away from her body, the inches in advantage gave her enough strength to take her ex-cheerleader stance that used to terrorize everyone, vice-captain Lopez included. "Now spill the beans, what did my family offer you?"
"Nothing, yet but I am sure I could always change their mind if they knew what their daughter has been up to, lately." The Latina smirked and leaned forward, nuzzling the tip of her nose along the skin of Quinn's pale neck who scrambled to take a step back. "Hmm, guess you've been spending the whole night fucking someone huh? Could this someone be none but Miss Rachel Berry?" She grinned at the look of fear in the ex-blonde's eyes who wasn't quick enough to hide it.
"I swear to God Santana, if you dare tell anyone I will-"
"You what huh?" Santana's grin dropped as she pinned her best friend against the door of the dresser behind them, hands trapped the taller girl's shoulders against the wooden door as she looked up into her enraged hazelnut eyes. "You are powerless here, Fabray and I'll be damned, if I won't use this precious information to my own advantage."
"What do you want, money? I thought your family was loaded but if you want more money, I'll give you as much as you want, but leave Rachel and my parents out of this." The pink haired girl's voice quivered, her heart threatened to explode in her chest and all she wanted was to go back to the night before, to the backseat of her car and to holding the brunette in her arms as they made love or recovered from it.
"Money won't do shit, I want to give you a taste of what powerless means to be. You know my father has been under investigation because of your father? He dragged him with him but, of course, Russell Fabray will never go down with the ship. There's always a lifeboat waiting for him, as long as money keeps flowing to cover his tracks. It's not your fucking father who comes home drunk and beats his wife because there's not enough alcohol in the house. It's not your fucking father who had to take a leave from his work. It's not your fucking father risking everything." Santana's hands gripped tightly the shirt she had just put on, the venom and the hatred in her eyes were enough to make the taller girl gulp and keep her mouth shut, aware of the consequences of angering the Latina when she was so out of control. "So, you'll go along with my plan of becoming part of this family or I'll take you down with me and I'll be sure to destroy your family and your precious Rachel."