Hi guys! Thanks as always for the great feedback (though there were a lot fewer reviews than usual this week—I have to assume that's just because a lot of people are away at camp, summer vacations, etc). And let me just say, since a lot of you have asked about this: yes, you will absolutely get to see the birth of Baby Berry! I'm really enjoying this non-linear approach to the snapshots, where you get a picture of Quinn & Rachel's life as a whole rather than a linear story; but rest assured, the new little Berry is definitely coming soon.
For now, enjoy this update—and just to warn you, this chapter is rated M! You knew I was gonna do a naughty snapshot eventually ;)
The song in this chap is "We're in the City" by Saint Etienne; it's from the movie But I'm a Cheerleader, which you should go watch immediately if you haven't seen it! And I also suggest checking out the song on YouTube if you haven't heard it before, it will really increase your enjoyment of this chap. Enjoy the naughty Faberry fun!
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Snapshots: There's an App for THAT?
December 2013
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Quinn and Rachel were both a little tipsy when they got home from Kurt's Christmas party, the mild alcoholic haze warming them against the snowy New York night. As soon as they got through the door to their small East Village apartment, Quinn pushed Rachel up against the wall and began kissing her urgently, her cold hands slipping inside the smaller girl's coat and pushing it back off her shoulders impatiently.
"Quinn! Your hands are freezing!" Rachel yelped, jerking away from the cold hands and grabbing them in both her own, warming them with her breath.
"Sorry, baby," the blonde girl grinned shyly, sighing happily as Rachel's warm breath brought her numb fingers back to life. "Guess you need to warm me up a little more, huh?" Her smile turned distinctly devilish as she cocked her head to the side, hazel eyes travelling up and down the little diva's body suggestively. Rachel giggled, loving the moments when Quinn forgot to be proper and demure, and just let her libido out to play.
"I would love to warm you up," Rachel growled appreciatively, arching her back against the wall so her body pressed more fully into Quinn's, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from the blonde girl. "But before I do that, I wanna give you your first Christmas present."
"Now?" Quinn whined, pouting as she played with a lock of Rachel's dark hair. "Can't you wait one more day till we're home with our parents and the tree? I'm kind of more in the mood to unwrap you than a box from Tiffany's right now…"
"Oh, I know baby, and believe me I have no intention of discouraging you. But this present in particular is not appropriate for our parents' eyes, if you get my meaning. It's much more suitable for our current mood, and since you've had a few glasses of champagne, I know you'll be open-minded."
"Whips and chains, huh?" Quinn teased, leaning down to nibble on her girlfriend's smooth throat, slipping one hand, now thoroughly warmed, down the back of Rachel's skirt.
"No, but you've got the…uhhh…the right idea," Rachel sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to give Quinn better access to her sensitive throat. "Fuck, that's awesome baby…"
"Yeah it is," the blonde girl growled, her inhibitions falling away as they always did when Rachel's body responded to her touch. "You feel so good, starlight…" Rachel sighed languidly; then whined and pushed Quinn back.
"Ughh, no, just wait a sex. Sec! I meant sec," Rachel stammered, her bright pink blush making Quinn giggle delightedly. "I'm so glad my libido-induced dyslexia is amusing to you," the smaller girl huffed sarcastically.
"Aww, I'm sorry little star. Let's see my too-naughty-for-the-tree present! I'm totally down. Just, you know, I don't have anything for you—all my presents are already shipped ahead to Ohio."
"Oh, that's quite all right, Quinn—this present is really for both of us." Rachel grinned wickedly, wiggled her eyebrows, and bounced off to the bedroom to retrieve the mystery box. Quinn followed her, figuring the bedroom was where she wanted to end up anyway, peeling off her clothes as she went and bouncing energetically onto the bed in her underwear.
"I'm waaaaiting," the blonde girl hummed teasingly, leaning back against the pillows with her arms thrown back over her head, thoroughly enjoying the dark pink flush of arousal that warmed Rachel's face when she turned around, a neatly wrapped, smallish rectangular box in her hands.
"Merry Christmas," the little starlet smiled bashfully, climbing onto the bed and holding out her present to Quinn, who smiled softly, delighted by Rachel's uncharacteristic shyness.
"Let's see what's in here that has the power to make my starlight blush…" Quinn giggled nervously to herself as she tore off the wrapping paper, opening the box to find what looked like a neon pink silicone candle, with just a slight curve on one end. "It's…a vibrator?" she squeaked, her face immediately betraying the mix of embarrassment, curiosity, awkwardness and excitement she was feeling.
"Not just a vibrator," Rachel shook her head, smirking confidently now that she saw the arousal warming her girlfriend's porcelain face as she gazed down at the curious new toy. "It's a programmable, music-driven vibrator. When I turn on my iPod," she slipped the tiny music player out of her pocket and stuck it into the bedside dock, "it will vibrate in time with the music. Amazing what technology can achieve nowadays, isn't it?"
"Are you serious?" Quinn gaped at the box, eyes wide with wonder; and then she began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Are you laughing at me?" Rachel pouted, a note of real hurt in her voice as her big brown eyes filled up with tears.
"Oh, fuck, no baby," Quinn choked, taking a deep breath to calm her giggles as she put the little box aside and grabbed Rachel's face with both hands. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I laughed. I've just never seen an actual vibrator up close before…and I guess I'm a little nervous…but I'm also a little drunk so my body's all confused, and…" Rachel cut off Quinn's adorable rambling with a kiss, instantly calming them both with the solid, familiar contact. Quinn made quick work of tearing Rachel's clothes off, and Rachel liberated Quinn from her pale lavender lace bra and panties, giving them both free and unfettered access to each other's smooth skin.
"You're excited, aren't you," Rachel murmured huskily against Quinn's throat, nuzzling up to her girlfriend's throbbing pulse point and dragging her fingers teasingly through the warm, slick wetness between her legs. "You can't wait to play, huh?"
"Ohhhh…fuck, Rachel…" Quinn sighed wantonly, thrusting her hips hard against Rachel's hand as her body searched desperately for more pressure, more contact.
"Talk to me, baby," Rachel cooed, pressing her forehead to Quinn's, her slick fingers playing teasingly around Quinn's throbbing clit. "Tell me how turned on you are…tell me how bad you want it."
"I…ughh…please Rach, just fuck me," Quinn whined, laying back against the pillows with her legs wrapped firmly around the smaller girl's hips, pulling her girlfriend down with her. "I want you to drive this time, okay?"
"Sure baby," Rachel smiled wickedly, reaching over and plucking the vibrator from the box on the bedside table, running it teasingly down Quinn's body, from her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her bellybutton, and just lightly grazing over her dripping wet center. Quinn arched her back, moaning and gasping softly as Rachel rubbed the smooth shaft of the toy against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, coating it in Quinn's warm wetness.
"You like that?" Rachel purred, her free hand resting on Quinn's hip, reassuring her girlfriend with little strokes of her thumb.
"Yes," Quinn panted, her voice a harsh whisper.
"I want you to tell me, Quinn…tell me how it feels…tell me what you want…please, baby," Rachel begged, smiling down at the unimaginable beauty that was Quinn Fabray lying naked and prone beneath her. She knew she was asking a lot…even after four years together, the blonde girl still had a hard time talking about sex. She certainly had no problem doing it, and Rachel was incredibly grateful for that, considering the blonde girl's guilt-ridden Catholic childhood. But the little starlet wanted more; she wanted to hear Quinn's voice in the heat of her pleasure, saying out loud how good it felt, how much she loved it, what she wanted next. And maybe now, with an adventurous new toy and a few glasses of champagne thrown into the mix, she'd finally get what she wanted.
"It feels so good, Rach," Quinn groaned, squirming and panting helplessly under the dark-haired girl's strong body and gentle touch. "You feel so good on top of me, I just…uhhh, please, I need more baby…"
"Oh, you're gonna get everything you need, sunshine," Rachel growled happily, leaning down to calm her writhing girlfriend with a deep, urgent kiss, feeling the hot, steady pounding of the blonde girl's heart against her chest. "Now tell me," Rachel whispered lovingly, stroking a lock of sweat-dampened blonde hair back from Quinn's face. "What do you want me to do?"
"I…oh, fuck, Rachel…I want you to put it inside me, please baby, I want it so bad. Turn on the music. Make it move in me. Please make me come before it kills me!" Rachel beamed, feeling the hot flush of arousal bloom from the center of her being, traveling all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. There was nothing, absolutely nothing on this earth, more beautiful than her girlfriend claiming her desire.
"Your wish is my command, my lady," the dark-haired girl purred wantonly, and with a final quick kiss, she leaned back just enough to slip the curved tip of the smooth pink shaft into Quinn's wet opening. She went slow, knowing this was the first time in years that the blonde girl had had anything bigger than a few fingers inside her; but it slipped in easily, Quinn's body was open and accommodating, especially as she groaned and arched her back, leveraging her hips against the pressure coming from Rachel's hand.
"Oh God, that feels so good baby," the blonde girl whimpered, throwing her arms back over her head and grabbing the pillow with both hands, clenching it tightly in her fists. "Keep going, turn it on, please!"
"Okay love, here we go," Rachel murmured, trembling with anticipation as she leaned over to the iPod in the bedside dock, queued up the playlist she'd crafted specially for this moment, and hit play. Instantly, the room filled with the heavy bass rhythm of Saint Etienne's "We're in the City;" at the same time, Quinn's whole body arched off the bed as she let out an unrestrained cry of wild, animal pleasure.
Baby, you're making me want you
And baby, you're making me love you
We're in the city, the city
Making me want you
We're in the city, the city
Making me love you, making me care…
Finally past the point of wanting or needing to talk, Rachel submitted to her own senses, her world whittled down to the space between Quinn's legs. She kept one hand on the end of the pulsing pink toy, gently rotating it around and pushing to find different positions, searching for the elusive g-spot the angled tip of the vibrator was supposed to find. Quinn's shriek of pleasure let her know when she'd found her mark, and Rachel pressed down gently, bringing her other hand in to tease and caress Quinn's clit.
In the city your footsteps float in the air
In the city at night, there's no one else there
In the city see all the old street lamps, again
In the city they took all the new ones away
You wind down a window to let in some light
Through the middle of glass and billboards at night
And pausing to catch your breath in the rain
In the city you're home again, again…
Under the combined effects of the music throbbing inside and all around her, and Rachel's questing, adoring fingers, Quinn's orgasm ripped through her like a violet earthquake. Rachel rode it out with her, holding on for dear life, until the blonde girl's warm, sweat-slicked body went limp in her arms. With her last shred of mental powers, Rachel had the presence of mind to flip off the vibrator's power switch, and gently slipped it from Quinn's body. The music faded into the background as the dark-haired girl collapsed into her girlfriend's welcoming arms, both of them panting as they basked in the afterglow.
"Holy shit, Rach…I am so doing that to you as soon as I can move my arms and legs again." Rachel giggled woozily, propping herself up on one elbow to shower her glowing girlfriend with kisses.
"You're so incredibly beautiful, baby…when you let yourself go like that…I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Thank you for letting me take you there."
"It was my pleasure. Literally," Quinn joked weakly, running her fingers absently through Rachel's dark hair.
"Now aren't you glad I didn't give you that present in front our parents?" Rachel teased, pulling the blankets up over their cooling bodies and snuggling down against Quinn's soft skin.
"So very, very glad," Quinn agreed with a soft yawn, pulling Rachel in by the back of her neck for another long, unhurried kiss. "Merry Christmas, little star."
"Merry Christmas, sunshine," Rachel murmured back, delighted when Quinn flipped her over and grinned at her, with a wicked glint in her eye.
"My turn to drive," the blonde girl smirked, turning to the iPod to queue up a new song.
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Note: this fun and geeky sex toy that our girls are enjoying is real! I saw it at Babeland, and immediately thought it was perfect for Faberry. If you're interested, you can go to ohmibod (dot) com to read all about it.
