I can usually draw comfort from her presence…unless she's playing at coy and cute. Then I find her a shade past obnoxious. She's perfectly aware of how obvious she's being and knows well that it provokes me. She believes she's psychic but I'm the one with heightened senses whenever she comes around. It won't take her long to move from coquettish tease to downright demanding. She'll want proof beyond a reasonable doubt. I've spent months in a limbo of her making and I'm beyond ready for the big reveal.
She's not entirely cognizant of her surroundings. New Haven is flashing its best goods at her while she's constantly checking out the seat of my pants. I assume she's expecting that the flirty dance of her fingertips against my elbow or the near constant lip biting she's tossing my way will be enough to stir me. To her credit, she comes close several times. I'm never as ready for launch as when I think Rachel Berry has cleared me for takeoff.
It's with a certain twisted pride that I'm as flaccid as she is long-winded when we make it to my dorm. She sits demurely on the edge of my bed as I position myself against the wall at the opposite end of the room. When I show it to her – and judging by our silence and the angle of her eyes on me, it's gonna be soon – I want her to take it all in.
She gestures toward the small window across from me. She can't quite disguise her mirth when she speaks: "A room with a view." She's still vaguely pointing at the window but, again, her gaze has zeroed in on my crotch. Her innuendo is subpar and very nearly cringe-inducing but I don't call her out on it. Something about the way she's sliding the covers down my bed as she shifts upwards against my pillow has me momentarily transfixed. She probably doesn't intend for me to find any of this sexy. Or maybe that's the only thing she intends.
"Let me see." It's a whisper, so hushed I could pretend I never heard her words at all.
She's abruptly shy and it acts as the perfect aphrodisiac for me. She bunches the covers in her hands as I use mine to pull down the zipper of my jeans. I'm already smirking because I'm certain she's long been assuming what I have to offer is small. Little does she know.
My underwear is around my knees before I notice that she doesn't seem flabbergasted or even the least bit stunned. I falter. She catches me with her eyes and I can make out curiosity and the glint of arousal swirling back at me. I'm watching her watch me. I don't hesitate. And I don't hurry.
Her knees come up as she leans closer to me. I'm moving faster. She's spurring me on with each flick of her tongue against her lip.
"Get naked," I grit out. She rewards me with a blush but robs me with a passive shake of her head.
"Why not?" My teeth clack together at the whining tone I've just used on her.
She's shielding herself with the covers and glowering at me. That's the look of many a masturbatory fantasy of mine. I smile at the gift she's given me as I buck into my hand.
I chance it. "Come on, Rachel, get naked!"
"Quinn Fabray, are you even remotely prepared to have a sexual encounter with me? Have you purchased condoms or…wait…have you considered that I might not be ready to have sex with you the very first time we're alone together in a bedroom? Do you think I'm that easy?"
Her words are bullying into me. It's like we're playing duck-duck-goose on the playground and she refuses to tag me. She wants to keep me in my place.
I'm slowing down but I haven't yet stopped. It's not as if I need her permission to at least go it alone, but things would be a lot smoother for me if she'd at least show some interest. She's picking invisible lint off my comforter, feigning indifference to the show I'm pulling off for her. It's clear she actually expects me to answer her questions.
Sighing, I acquiesce, "I've been waiting to have sex with you since we were sophomores, I didn't buy condoms 'cause…uh…I just didn't, okay? And you're more of a prude than you are easy. Satisfied?"
"I'll be satisfied when you manage to stop touching yourself long enough to have a conversation with me."
I'm getting frantic. I speed up. "I think it would be better if you'd at least let me finish. Just…two minutes…"
I let the sentence hang. I'm desperately close. Groaning, she flings herself at me. The covers fly from her body in asymmetrical waves. I'm startled into unbalance. We fall together and land parallel. Her breasts press heavily against my back as she wiggles around in the covers that have cocooned us, instantly reminding me of how hard up I am.
I reach around to help her in her seemingly desperate attempt to remove us from our entanglement. I want her to calm down. Her reaction is entirely too manic. I grasp at her hips and find myself wondering how I managed to grab my own dick instead. The slow-dawning realization that what I'm holding on to now is a lot bigger than what I carry between my legs leaves me slack-jawed.
And limp.