AN: Short chapter on purpose, the next chapter is a time jump and it seemed more easier for me to do it this way. Anyway,
i'm a noob when it comes to writing smut, my apologies if this offends anyone lol, or if it terribly sucks. Word of advice is very much welcome.

"Lay down"

Rachel eyed the coffee table dubiously and raised her eyebrow to which Quinn completely disregarded.

Shortly after Quinn had made the proposition, she had been led into a dark lit office situated behind the stage, had she been paying attention, she would have noticed the owner's name tag on the door and immediately tried to avoid the room at any cost.

As it was, she hadn't. Instead she was being ordered to lie down on some stranger's grey, marble coffee table.

Her uncertainty subsided slightly and she helplessly gave in to the unraveling eyes staring intensely at her. She lowered herself down until she was bent at the knees and could lean down to rest her back fully against the table. Since it was not only short but also small, she could only fit half of her body on it, waist down, she was dangling off it.

She shivered uncontrollably, her back was still damp from the rain and cold feeling of lying on marble was seeping, reaching her skin completely.

"Relax" She heard from above her. Her eyes flickered shut and began taking slow deep breaths. She wasn't feeling particularly sexy, her hair was wet and falling around her in curls, her makeup was ruined and smeared, as well as her attire. This did nothing to help her relax.

"Relax" a husky voice repeated against her cheek. Her breath hitched. Who knew relaxing could be such a hard task.

Lips trailed up her throat until they reached her pale blue ones and gently enfolded them, slipping them warmth in the form of Quinn's nurturing tongue. They kissed like they had an eternity, slow and delicately. Lingering on each other. Rachel moaned softly and breathed heavily through her nostrils. A hand reached out to cup her cheek lovingly, a thumb stroking light and small circles around her jaw. She wanted to open her eyes and stare into the eyes she knew was gazing at her from above but the second she decided to do so, she felt the shadow move as well as Quinn's touch. Her cheek was released and vulnerable against the cold air in the room.

"You're so cold, I need to warm you up." She could hear the frown and concern in Quinn's voice. She gasped as one finger brushed against her hipbone, goose bumps rising like barbs across her arms and stomach, hinting the blonde to keep going. The blonde however mistook it for it being the cold and figured it was wise to remove Rachel's damp purple shirt. Long blonde hair covered her bra-clad chest and collarbone as Quinn lowered herself and pressed noisy kisses down her abdomen.

"Can't have you run on stage with a cold can we? You might infect us all" Quinn informed her. Rachel worries she might be in fact infected, but not with a cold. For reasons she is not ready to admit to herself, the back of her eyelids sting and her throat choke up. It was the first time Quinn did anything remotely caring; they had all kinds of sex. Hard, soft, playful, fast, angry… And so much more. But never this way. She felt herself shoot up in pleasure, lifting her off the table momentarily as Quinn lifted her skirt and dove beneath it, teasing her with hot puffs of air against her mound. When she managed to open her eyes, she gasped at the sight of Quinn's head, nuzzling between her legs and let her head fall back in ecstasy. She felt possessed, every once she would twitch up and fall back.

"Quinnn" she moaned. She was definitely feeling no longer cold. Her soaked through panties were removed, revealing her weeping pussy to Quinn's satisfaction, her center patiently expecting to be appropriately greeted. Quinn caressed her thighs soothingly as she felt herself at the edge of imploding from excitement and keeping her emotions unbroken. Gathering enough of Rachel's juice on the tip of her tongue she shot up and leaned over, offering her an exquisite appetizer, in her opinion.

Rachel met her halfway, knowing Quinn enough to know what she wanted.

They kissed passionately and swapped juices, Quinn groaned loudly into the kiss and reluctantly pulled back when Rachel started sucking on her tongue. Once Rachel got started, she had a difficult time disconnecting their lips and in this moment, she wanted to continue warming up Rachel in her own extraordinary way. She pressed the palm of her hand against Rachel's sternum and gently, pushed her down.

Her hand sneaked its way under Rachel's back and fumbled with the bra, snapping it out of its lock, the straps fell loosely around the brunette's shoulders and full breasts came in to sight, she bit her lip to contain the moan that was on the urge of slipping out.

"I love you" she moaned out as she gazed at Rachel breasts. She felt Rachel stiffen under her and she pulled her attention from the twins and connected with Rachel's wide opened eyes. Quinn shook her head hysterically before chuckling nervously under her breath.

"No, no, no, no!" she laughed and half serious already feeling awkward at the situation.

"I meant your tits!" The glare she received from the brunette was enough for her to see the mistake in her words.

"Breasts! I love your Breasts!" she corrected herself and bowed to prove her point. Rachel bucked beneath when wet lips wrapped themselves around a brown nipple.

"Ahhh.." Rachel moaned appreciatively and squirmed, as the pounding beat between her legs grew harder. Quinn continuously flicked her tongue and grazed her teeth around the protruding, stiff nipple. Quinn's other hand busied it self, massaging the left, not in favor of leaving it out of the buzz.

"Liar" Quinn heard Rachel gasp out from below her. The vocal adrenaline member growled and then backed away from the displayed body.

"Would someone who loves you do this" she moved backwards until she felt the furniture behind her and sat down. Crossing her legs and placing each arm on the leather armrests, She grinned devilishly and waited.

"What?" Rachel asked slightly dazed but truthfully confused, her eyes only seeing the white ceiling above her.

"Fuck yourself" Quinn spoke in matter of fact. The brunette's head shot up comically making Quinn cover a hand over her lips to hide the smile she was sporting and nodded in response.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Fuck. Yourself"

Rachel was absolutely appalled at this sudden turnaround but shamelessly turned on. Though they engaged in variations of sexual activities they had yet to encounter mutual…(single?) masturbation. Maybe this could be more fun than agonizing as she suspected Quinn had envisioned it to be, at least on her part.

She put on her best acting face and whined. She pouted her lips and looked up at Quinn.

"You're so inconsiderate and all because you want prove how much you don't love me?" she sent scrutinizing glare Quinn's way and the tone of surprise in her voice on play. Quinn fidgeted in her seat but did not surrender to the dark golden browned haired girl. She settled with a mild unapologetic shrug and smiled once again viciously. Rachel sighed dramatically and conquered to Quinn's game. Besides if she didn't have her release soon she suspected she might disperse into steam.

She sat up and parted her legs, hooking them around the edges of the table. If she was gonna do this she was damn sure going to bring Quinn down with her. Fortunately it wouldn't take much, she was completely bare and naked down to her toes, fully exposed to the devouring looks she was receiving from the blonde, and all ready to play.

She started off with stroking one hand along her throat, until she slowly gained confidence to move lower and touch one of her most sensitive areas. Her nipples were already stimulated as they were but circling around them and further dragging out the pleasure was incredible as well as joyously victorious as Quinn had yet to see her touch herself in that way.

"Mmh so good, are you sure don't want to change your mind?"

And then she dragged her name out wantonly when her clit started throbbing acutely for attention. Eventually she surrendered to the overpowering need and slipped her hand down her toned abdomen until she landed on her center and started making slow agonizing circles on her clit. Quinn took in the sight, half mouthwatering and half angry with herself for declining an opportunity to touch the beautiful brunette laid before her. She could practically feel the shiver she was sure Rachel was experiencing by the way she curved her back. The girl was entirely exposed to her, pink, sobbing pussy, craving to be touched and tenderly. Quinn felt absolutely delirious, she wanted more.

"How does it feel Rach?" she asked snarky but in a light genuine curious matter. The brunette licked her lips, feeling her breaths come heavy.

"Wet. So wet...I'm imagining it's your hand I'm dripping over, hmmmh and now you're sucking on them and-" she wasn't able to finish her sentence because next thing she knows, she's moaning and writhing fiercely, her hand had gone auto and two fingers were being succumbed by her clenching hole.

Quinn leaned forward in her seat to get an even better view.

"Good girl" she husked out and praised the girl as she witnessed the sight of fingers squeezing it's way in between two pink slippery walls. She almost wished she had her camera with her, just to capture this moment and relieve it over and over during lonely nights.

…okay…so she definitely had to bring her camera next time.

"Fuck, Rachel. I can smell you from over here" agony was crawling beneath her skin, she craved to touch Rachel, to lick the essence of her arousal and take her over and over again till they were both passed out.

She moved closer and then made on last attempt at resistance but slumped in defeat a moment later. Quinn growled, and removed Rachel's hand from the hot source only to replace it with her much longer fingers. The brunette's nails dug into her shoulders, making sure to mark her deeply enough so that Quinn would be unable to brush off this moment for days on. When Rachel finally reached her peak and the echoes of her screams had halted, Quinn snaked her arms around the trembling body and placed one deep kiss on the girl. Sweaty foreheads rested lightly on each other and whispers were met with loving touches.

"I don't love you"

Neither believed the words but Rachel said her part anyway.

"I know."

TBC

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