Author's note: I wrote another chapter and there will be probably another one after that. Maybe. All grammar-mistakes are mine and I warn you again: English is not my first language :) Enjoy!
She didn't know, why she was sitting here in the middle of a cheering crowd on a Saturday evening. Or maybe she knew. She couldn't leave her eyes of number 5 on the field. The McKinley High Pumas were good, really good and number 5 had already shot a goal.
Rachel hadn't forgotten her encounter with number 5 in the locker room after the training. It was the only thing, she was thinking about. Scenes from that day were flickering every so often through her mind. She avoided Quinn Fabray since then, she was sneaky in the halls and knew where Quinn would be.
Since their meeting she hadn't had one slushie-facial. That was surprising her, mostly because she thought Quinn wanted to punish her for whatever reason.
It was the first major game of the season and she couldn't help it, when she came along the ticket sale. She wanted to see that abs again and these lean muscular legs. Mostly she just wanted to see Quinn without being seen by her.
Thirty minutes later the game was over, everybody got up from the bleachers and the players got into the locker rooms. Rachel looked one last time to the red shirt with the number 5 and went to the parking lot. 'She hasn't seen me, that's good or it would have been awkward.' She thought while starting the car and driving to her house. She was wrong.
'She is here and she watches me play' Thoughts were running through Quinn's head while she kicked the ball across the field. She caught herself often looking for the tiny brunette in the crowd. It was a wonder that Rachel didn't caught Quinn, but sometimes the blondes thighs were too distracting.
Rachel was exhausted, when she arrived home. She had vocal lessons in the morning and ballet in the afternoon. 'I'm just gonna go to bed and sleep.' she thought to herself. The house was empty. Her dads had their weekly dinner together and she was left alone. Normally they didn't come home till 2 or 3 in the morning. There was a faint knock on the door.
Rachel had barely heard it, but she was walking right past it, when it knocked. She opened the door slowly and peaked outside. There she stood. Her hair was still wet, probably from the shower she took, she wore grey sweatpants and a blue shirt, which was clinging to her body. The surprised look on Quinn's face was confusing Rachel.
"Quinn, what are you doing here?" she asked carefully and opened the door wider. She still expected a slushie right from behind the blonde. 'What am I doing here? What am I doing here? WHAT AM I DOING HERE?' it screamed in the blondes head. She couldn't think of any reason. It was just a feeling, which drove her to Rachel's house and left her standing there right in front of the singer.
"I…uhm…because of the tutoring with math?" she asked unsure and shrugged her shoulders. Rachel understood. 'She don't know, why she's here. She wanted to see me. SHE WANTED TO SEE ME!'
Rachel smiled her best smile she had and opened the door finally so wide that Quinn could enter. "May you come in Quinn?" She took a step to the side and the blonde entered with slow strides. The brunette closed the door and couldn't react so fast, how all happened afterwards.
Firm lips pressed against hers. Hips pressed against hips and strong hands held hers against the door. She took a few shallow breaths through her nose and relaxed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Quinn let go and looked her in the eye. Chocolate brown orbs met hazel ones. The hazel was barely visible. Rachel fisted her fingers in the blue shirt and kissed her again. One hand found the still wet hair and brought her even closer. Quinn's hands reached around her waist and pressed her still against the door.
Air became an issue and they parted. They panted, standing close and hands on each other. "Are you alone?" Quinn whispered. Rachel nodded. Quinn grabbed her hand and dragged her to a more secluded spot in the hallway. "I thought about this the whole time" she whispered close against Rachel's lips. "I thought about you. Us. I couldn't stop" The singers eyebrows furrowed and looked for lies in the other girls eyes. She found nothing more then frustration and another thing she couldn't figure out.
Lips found each other again. Rachel's tongue found entrance and danced around Quinn's. She stroked the roof of her mouth and sent tingles down Quinn's spine.
Rachel's hands crawled under Quinn's shirt and grazed her fingertips over the smooth skin she found. Moans were coming out of the athletes mouth. Her hands weren't idle either.
Already under the singers shirt, she lifted it now completely and took it off. They separated for a short second and were all over each other a second later. Quinn left Rachel's lips and wandered more south to her neck. She sucked hard to leave a more permanent mark. "I need you" she panted out and placed Quinn's hand over her sweatpants. They locked their eyes and in this silent conversation, they understood each other.
Without words, they locked lips and Rachel reached into Quinn's pants, while Quinn did the same to Rachel. They groaned, when they felt the wetness of the other girl. "I need you in me" the blonde pressed out. "Now"
Rachel grabbed the pants and shoved them down, seconds later 3 fingers were knuckle deep into the tight hole of the soccer player. "Ahhh" Quinn exhaled loudly and closed her eyes. Quinn's hand was unmoving and this was teasing Rachel the whole time. She reached down with her free hand to her own pants and pulled them down, with Quinn's hand still between them. "Please fuck me Quinn!" She whined now. Her own hands started a fast and steady rhythm and Quinn had her eyes still closed. "Yes, right there. Oh my god" she moaned.
Rachel had enough. She stilled her hand and waited.
Quinn's eyes flew open and snapped to Rachel's. "Don't stop Rachel, I need this" she complained. "Move your hand Quinn and I move mine." She didn't need to tell that twice. She buried 2 fingers deep in Rachel and Rachel's started pumping again. Grunting and groaning was the only thing heard.
Quinn leaned into the smaller girl and gave her fingers even more force. Hips were thrusting with the rhythm and they were going close to the edge. Quinn's walls pulsated around the brunettes fingers and a pinch of her clit with the other hand sent her over. Rachel needed one last push, which was a bite into her neck, which left red scratches on the soft skin. "Quiiiinn!" Rachel screamed out and her knees gave out.
Both landed on the floor, heads against each other and trying to breath again.
"Can you walk?" Rachel whispered after a few minutes of heavy breathing. She eased herself up and realized her hand was still in a more intimate place, like Quinn's on her. Quinn nodded and looked with glazed eyes at her. "Come on" she said stood up and both groaned when the retrieved their hands from each other. Rachel grabbed the strikers hand and lead her upstairs, they took their pants with them, so nothing would go wrong and they would get caught in the worst case from Rachel's fathers.
The first room on the right was marked with a yellow star and in it was a big bed with flowery sheets. Rachel let go of Quinn and both crawled on top of it.
"You played really good tonight", said the singer casually and lay down on the pillow. Quinn was next to her, propped up on her elbow looking at her. "Yeah?" she asked and raising an eyebrow. "Yes" breathed Rachel out. Suddenly it was hot inside of her. Quinn looked at her with that glint in her eye like a predator.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you", Rachel said with a stronger voice and sat up. Now taller than Quinn she was the predator. "You have too many clothes on you, you know?" Rachel smirked. Quinn smiled back seductively. "Maybe you can help me with that?" and she raised an eyebrow. Minutes later both were lying in all their nakedness on the bed. Rachel on top of Quinn, sucking and licking on each others lips, tongues were fighting for the best spots to bring the other to moan.
Rachel's hands were pinching on Quinn's now stiff nipples. she left them sometimes and grazed her fingertips over her ribcage, which let her stomach twitch and sent shudders down her spine and right in between her thighs. Rachel's lips made their way down over the strong jaw to the blondes pulse point. Soft licks made Quinn let out a guttural moan and sucking made her press together her thighs. Rachel noticed the shifting under her and smirked against the smooth skin and let her hands wander south right into the wet destination. The bundle of nerves begged for attention and got it immediately. Slow tight circles drove Quinn crazy and she bucked her hips to get some kind of friction to release the tension in her belly.
"Oh god Rachel, please! I need more!" she begged. Rachel's mouth closed around one of the stiff buds and her fingers found the source for the wetness. Two fingers were buried into her and in a frantic pace shoved in and out. As Rachel accidentally bit her in the nipple, she came. Her juices flowed out over the singers hand and she relaxed. Her eyes closed, she lain back against the pillows and her breath got more even a few minutes later.
The brunette snuggled against her, put her head on her shoulder and began to clean her fingers with her tongue. She hummed while doing it and Quinn couldn't help, but watched this very interesting and sexy game Rachel's tongue was playing.
"I'm tired Rachel, I should probably go" Quinn said in a soft voice, but couldn't look in the eyes of the smaller girl.
"Please stay, Quinn" she answered, she didn't dare to look at the blonde. "It's late…"
"Okay" the other girl whispered. Rachel threw the blanket over them and switched off the light. "Sleep well, Quinn"
Rachel snuggled up close to her. The heat between them was enough and they didn't care that they were naked. "Good night", nothing more then a whisper.
The next morning came hard and without warning. Rachel forgot to switch off the alarm and she sat in bed at 6am sharp. While calming her beating heart, she remembered the previous night and knew something was off. She was alone in her bed. Her face fell, but she wrinkled her eyebrows at the sight of a small note on the night stand.
I'm sorry. I'm not ready. Q.
Author's note 2: Should there be another chapter?
