A/N Its not much but it's better than nothing, right?
Like a blast from a heater fan, heat gushes from my gut upwards until the moisture in my mouth is consumed and my face perspires. My eyes open to cartoon standards. Stiffening of my spine shadows the rapid production of salty fluids on my hands and feet.
"Excuse me?" is squeaked from the tightened passage of my throat. Her chest cavity swells against me as she heaves a great exasperated sigh. Lolling her head, the smooth skin covering the cartilage of a perfect nose rubs, nuzzles the hot, exposed flesh of my neck.
"I want you to touch me, hence why your hand is under my shirt," her tone quiet but hard as granite. She wiggles her demanding body, prompting me to touch her. I swallow the fire ants that erupt in my chest and run through my veins. I flex the small fingers residing upon her protruding ribs. Lightly I drag dainty fingertips blindly north over smooth snowy skin. Closing my frightened eyes, I trace the swell. I heave a great breath. Her lips skim her markings upon my throat blatantly. My fingertips circles the firm but giving organ. From the top of the swell I gentle drag my finger nails around slowly spiraling in towards her areola. My index finger whispers over the protruding nipple. A gush of hot air is released from her chest cavity taunting my flesh. Swallowing heavily I pinch the hardened flesh. A barely heard whimper dances into my ear. Gently I pull. A moan echoes the whimper. Her slender fingers smother the dormant ones of my other hand. Bravely, my hand weighs the delicate mound of flesh. Lips slightly parted settle under my ear. Wonderment provokes my eyes open. The smooth polyester cloaks my movements as I gentle squeeze and knead, palm her breast. Her chest begins to rise and fall quicker. My eyes find her panting face adorning deep swirling hazel half hidden and glazed from the world. I feel my heart thunder.
"Hold up! Mercedes and Kurt are comin here tonight? As in two more damn divas from Glee? Holy hell and we have to go see a movie with them? It better not be some fucking dumb ass musical shit, Berry," Santana's irritated voice rips me from the flushed goddess in my arms. I startle, shaking Quinn. She whips her face toward the annoyed Latina, surely set in a glower. My ears become aware of a Creed song playing softly with Brittany singing soothingly along, my eyes find that Santana has moved from the bed to the desk chair as her bubbly blonde counterpart gracefully matches the tempo of the song with her limber body. Santana glares expectantly at me. Quinn abruptly sits up, ripping my hand from her breast.
"S, these are Rachel's best friends and as her girlfriend I have to play nice and win them over. Since you are my best friend you must also win them over by default. It won't be too hard. Get the best friends' approval and I am golden. As to what movie we are going to watch we can decide when they get here," is casually tossed between her gestural hands. My brows drop hard together as my hardened eyes bore into her back.
"We already picked a movie though," I voice my secondary concern. Quinn turns around to look at me with a demonic grin and glistening eyes.
"Baby," her hand cups my jaw, "there are more people going now and everyone should get a fair say in what we watch, don't you think? Besides you wouldn't want to make anyone upset would you? Also I think I can speak for both of us in regards to what movie is best to watch, so you don't worry about it" is followed with a chaste taste of her lips upon my own. I huff quietly and cross my arms as Quinn turns back around to watch Santana concede and nod her head. Suddenly Brittany squeals and rushes over grabbing Quinn's hand. The gentle sound of happiness bubbling from within Quinn tickles my heart. 'Barbie Girl' by Aqua plays loudly as Santana reaches over toying with the musical devices. I remove myself from the floor as the blondes act out the song. A tender smile acknowledges their silliness but hardly reflects the torrent of blundering thoughts in my mind. I settle upon the bed as I grasp the bedding to find purchase in the chaos of confusion my being currently finds itself. The cool smooth texture slows the solitary race my heart entered. I bring my eyes to focus upon the long snow covered muscles that flex in her lower limbs as she dances with Brittany. My seeking vision trails over the sculpted gluteus maximus encased in those shorty shorts, past the flash of toned abdomen muscles to a slender neck, onto a sharp jaw, to those demonic loving hazel eyes. One disappears in guise of a wink. A flush of heat swallows my tan once again. I watch as they happily sing and dance, soon enough Santana joined in. All too quickly the song ends and the girls smile, giggling and sighing happily. 'Sexy Bitch' by Akon streams next from the speakers. The demon angel approaches the bed and finds the continuously abandoned brush. Gingerly she brushes her hair over at her vanity. I can see her face in the mirror. Emotionless her face settles and the natural beauty of her binds my heart. A flash of blonde rips me to the middle of the room where Brittany has found it appropriate to disrobe her upper half and dance for an appreciative Latina seated in that desk chair. Boundless her body moves with fluidity. Her face contorts with sexual predatory as she slinks up onto her lover's lap. The tease and overtly sexual message cannot be construed. I feel my body thrum. Warmth blankets my skin. A small pulse makes itself known in my core. My lips are moistened repeatedly by my pink muscle. My breath quickens.
Abruptly my wrist is encased by pale strength. Yanked I tumble to the floor, knees and hands burn with the halting force. I gasp. Hard movement brings me closer to the floor, my stomach and face become intimately aware of carpet. I push up onto my hands to only be knocked back down, bursting my lungs. A knee is upon the middle of my back, bearing her weight. With a flourish I feel the polyester cloth flipped up and my shorts ripped down, exposing my tender flesh.
"You are to never look at anyone but me like that. Only I will provoke those feelings in you" ices my ear, chilling my spine. My heart bewildered, stumbles erratically. Then a pale palm comes down hard upon soft flesh that has a lot of give. I wail out the sting, body tightening. Her hand moves with the intensity of a humming bird's wings. Repeatedly the sting is made aware and repeatedly my wail thrashes through my throat. My rump soon becomes numb with that sting. Salty liquids gush from my clamped lids and into the plush fabric of the carpet. A string of saliva connects my lip to the floor as I turn my head to incoherently plead. My hands claw without reprieve. Her hand continues until my body no longer braces for the blows and breaths hardly surpass the sobs that explode through my torso. Gruff hands find my arms and yank me up. My body is then cradled by strong arms. I clutch at the button down adorning her body. The sobs are the rush from the dam of my emotions breaking.
"Stop crying Rachel. You have to learn that I am your everything. You cannot leer, gawk or lust after anyone else. Only I will be the recipient or cause of arousal. Now stop crying baby," quietly but sternly accompanies the brushing of fingers over my tear streaked cheeks. I heave a great breath. I open my eyes to find hazel swirling and rose petals thinned. The fair of those plush cheeks are tainted with a splash of red. I stutter a few deep breaths, struggling to calm my rabid heart. The room only occupies us once again. My wild eyes blink hard. 'I Alone' by Live plays quietly into the still room. Strong fingers tighten around my chin turning my face. Hiccupping, my fingers fall from the polyester into my naked lap. Sniffling, I blink hard once again. Left over salty water spills tickling the hot surface of my tan complexion, it collects at the light colored fingers still grounding me. My emotionally burdened chocolate gazes into the swirling vortex of greens and browns. Minutes pass as I gulp great calming breaths and she blatantly stares.
"Do you understand Rachel?" is sighed into my face. Her lips hardly moved with the words. A tiny scowl rests upon her brow. Her eyes flicker between my two. "You are mine." I blink again as I swallow. I nod the tiniest bit I could with the limited movement I was allotted. The scowl deepens, hazel hardens to solidity and rose completely disappears in favor of a thin line. A tug to my chin brings my watery complexion closer to those deep demanding eyes. The closure, cradle of my body becomes far more stern, possessive; stiff is her other arm, rigid her posture, legs tightening around me.
"Mine" menacingly echoes, as her demeanor implores into my being. "…yes…" drops past my full lips and splashes the harshness off of her face. "Good" is accompanied with a sharp nod. Then that grip tightens and the rose petals are back and smoothing over my wet lips. My eyes remain closed after the tender kiss, her hot breath blankets my face as she leaves little possessive deposits from her lips on my features, each one enunciated with the word of possession, "mine."
