Take Care
Chapter 10: Finally Official
Rachel's Point of View
He hasn't been home for two hours. It's nearly eleven. Russell and my mother went to bed earlier. I informed Russell of his departure, but the older blonde didn't seem to be that worried. He simply said, "He's a big boy. I'm sure he'll be all right." It just upset me even more than I already was. I mean, I defended him and here he is proving Quinton right!
I'm pacing the floor when keys start jingling at the door. I quickly run to go answer it, only to see a very un-steady Charlie, balancing himself against Noah. The blonde grins right at me before stumbling his large body towards me.
"Cute pajamas, Berry." Noah winks at me.
I'm wearing my bright pink pajamas with gold stars on them. Quinn turns towards Noah again and points a finger in his face. "Hey," He slurs. Oh God, he's wasted. "She's my girlfriend."
The Jewish boy holds his hands up in defeat. "Whoa, bro. I know, it was just a joke."
Quinn smiles and pats his friends face before turning back towards me. He wraps his big arms around me, smelling of smoke and liquor. "Charlie." I push him away slightly. "Why the hell are you drunk? On a school night none the less!"
"Just having a little fun, Berry." Noah says from the doorway. "You should join us next time." He walks into the house and shuts the door quietly behind him.
"Baby?" Quinn slurs as he stumbles to remove his shoes. "P-Puck is staying in my room tonight." He cups my face with both of his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. "Can I bunk with you?" The smirk on his face makes my anger falter.
Then I blush, thinking about the idea of sharing my bed with him. I should be mad at him for making me worry so much about his whereabouts. I should be pissed he's wasted on a school night none the less! But wait- "Why is Noah staying?"
"I drove here." He cuts in. "So how about I drag Romeo over here up to your room and you can escort me to yours?"
Quinn looks back at him. "Dude, quit hitting on her." He whines.
Noah laughs, grabbing Charlie by his shoulder. "Come on, big guy. Let's get you in Berry's room." I follow them as they head up the stairs towards my room.
"Are you drunk too?" I question my fellow Jew.
He opens the door to my room and heads towards the bed, tossing him down on comforter. "Buzzed at best. Charlie was just throwing them back."
"Baby," Quinn calls from the bed. His hazy hazel eyes focusing in and out. "come to bed?"
"I am." I tell them, still nervous. "Come on, Noah. I'll show you Quinton's room." I lead him across the hall to Noah's room where Fat-Boy is snoring away on the floor. "Thank you for bringing him home safely." I say to him.
He smiles softly. "It's no big deal. He's a good guy. You know?" He pauses before adding, "He cares a lot about you too so try to not break his heart." I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off. "You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. For one he's starting to become a good friend. And secondly, I know that dude can bang."
A faint smile twitches the corner of my lips. "You're a better guy than you're given credit for." I inform him.
"So is Charlie."
When I get back to my room I see Quinton lying on my bed in his oil stained wife beater and grey jeans. He grins foolishly at me. "You look utterly adorable." He comments in his drunken haze.
I sigh, closing my door while preparing to deal with his intoxicated self. I have no one to blame but myself though. If I wouldn't have stupidly defended Russell on his fatherhood skills than Charlie and I would of spent a lovely night in connecting on a deeper level. Instead Quinn decided to storm off and go to Noah for solace while I spent hours worrying! "You're so drunk." I tell him, sitting on the edge of my bed.
The blonde crawls over towards me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby." He pouts. God, it is unfair just how adorable he looks right now, even if he is drunk. "Will you cuddle with me?"
Well how can I say no to that? I grab his face, looking into those eyes I've grown to love. "Sure." I place a soft kiss to his lips-ignoring the stale taste of Captain Morgan- before standing up. "Just let me go brush my teeth first."
He nods as I head to the bathroom. When I look at myself in the mirror, I start to freight about cuddling with Quinn. We'll be in my bed all alone. Surely he's way too plastered to want to do certain activities. Right? Or will his intoxication just fuel his desire more? A rush of heat flows through me at the thought. How far would he try to take things? How far would I allow him to take things?
I imagine this worry is like teetering on the edge of Pride Rock. You feel a certain high at seeing the world from that perspective, but take a step too far and you fall to your death. Question is, how close to the edge am I willing to go?
After another good five minutes I gather up enough courage to go back into my room. I realize it's a mistake when I get in there. Quinn is in the middle of removing his dark grey jeans, leaving him in only a pair of green striped boxers. He must have removed his wife beater before I arrived. "Oh dear Lord." I gasp, quickly turning around and shielding my eyes from his rather appealing upper body.
His drunken chuckling rings close to my ears, and when his strong-bare- arms wrap around my waist from behind, I shiver. "You," He murmurs, placing a hot kiss on the column of my neck. "Can look all you want." I feel the wetness of his tongue sweep across my pulse point as I tilt my head back. "I'm all yours."
My eyes roll into the back of my head in pleasure when he nibbles on my earlobe. A moan rips quietly from my throat, but only registers when one of my hands curls itself into thick blonde hair. I tug towards me, anchoring those soft lips closer until his whole, nearly bare, front is pressed against my back. His body heat causes a strange damp feeling form between my thighs. The things this boy makes me feel… "Mm, I-" I stutter. "I can barely stand." My knees are starting to buckle.
Quinn takes a step back before grasping my hand and leading me to the bed. The blood is pounding in my ears as he sits down on my bed and pulls me to stand between his legs. I swallow thickly. He licks his lips as he looks up at me, desire evident in his dark hazel eyes. "Come here." He whispers softly, patting his legs.
A nervous smile takes over my face, but somehow I'm less nervous than before. I swig my legs around either side of him and place my ass firmly on his thighs. I cup his face, keeping him close to me as I breathe in his scent. "How drunk are you?" I question him.
His hot breath sets my body on fire as he glides his lips over the crook of my neck and shoulder. "More sober every second." He whispers against my heated flesh.
"I'm sorry about earlier." I just had to say it. I can't have him thinking I'm not on his side.
"Water under the bridge." He dismisses it before he starts sucking on my neck.
I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Oh God." There's that tingling sensation again. My other hand grasps his shoulder tightly, kneading the slim muscle underneath. "Baby," I whine in pleasure, gripping his hair that much harder.
Quinn chuckles as he trails innocent kisses back up to my lips. "Yes?" He teases.
Well, I'll show him teasing. I push down on his chest, causing him to lie back on the bed with me straddling him from above. "It's not nice to tease."
He groans when I start to nibble on his earlobe. "Says the woman torturing me." His slender hips adjust under me and that's when I feel the small budge forming his in boxers.
Oh wow. That's definitely new. I scrape my even teeth across his neck before flicking my tongue over his pulse point. Soon, his hand is in my hair and our lips are connected fully. Passion explodes between us as I grind down on him. Suddenly, that small bulge isn't so small anymore. One of my hands is tangled in his hair, as the other one is busy exploring his chest, memorizing every dip and curve of his upper body. He's the sexiest boy I've ever met in my entire life.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and before I can process it, we're flipped over, him hovering above me. His silver chain cross necklace bumps against my chin as he gazes down at me. I grab it, forcing him forward to connect our lips again. A low moan escapes him, awakening an ache in my lower body. I've never experienced something this amazing. His rough hands run up and down my sides as we kiss one another longingly. I rake my nails up and down his back, feeling more wetness seep through my cotton panties at the mere thought of all the muscles burning and working under his skin.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers when we pull away to catch our breath.
I cup his cheeks, listening to his uneven breaths, and study his beautiful face. He's so extremely handsome. "I like you." I admit, even though I'm 100% sure it's obvious. "I like you so much."
He starts to litter gentle kisses on my shoulder, collarbone, neck, cheeks, nose, forehead, and mouth. "I like you too." He licks his lips. "Be my girlfriend?"
"I already am." I tell him with a gentle smile. I kiss him again before running my fingers through his hair. I love it so much. "We should sleep."
He nods, eyes barely open as he lies beside. "We should." He opens his arms for me to sink into, and I do, snuggling my face into his neck. "Goodnight, Quinn."
"Goodnight, my beautiful girlfriend."
I know it's short but there's a reason for it. I wanted when they wake up to be from Quinn's point of view. This is my first time writing intimate scenes so tell me how I did.