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Here's the tenth chapter. As always, I hope you all like it and have as much fun as I had writing it.

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~ Chapter 10 – A Gentlewoman's Agreement ~

Quinn was certain she was going to die. She was one-hundred percent sure that her heart would give out any second now. She could feel it palpitate inside her chest, working its way through her skin and out of her body. All these years of training and her heart was not ready for this kind of excitement?

Damn.

At least she'd go with a smile on her face.

She looked down.

Jesus Christ!

Rachel had set camp between her legs, peppering kisses on the hot skin surrounding Quinn's center, driving the blonde absolutely crazy. Quinn wanted more. Having the brunette so close to where she needed her the most was screwing up with her sanity and her heart rate; she was seriously concerned about her health.

Unable to take any more of this torture, Quinn lifted her pelvis, desperate for any kind of friction. Rachel, aware of the blonde's desire but unwilling to give her what she wanted just yet, ran her hot tongue close to Quinn's entrance, sending the blonde closer to insanity. She tried so hard not to laugh when she heard her actually growl.

Quinn was now raising her pelvis frantically, her knuckles white from gripping the sheet. She wanted to grab Rachel's head and shove it on her wet pussy, but summoning the last ounce of self-restraint, she decided not to; she didn't want to scare the girl off.

Rachel continued running her wet tongue anywhere but where Quinn needed her. She was now leaving hot trails along the length of the blonde's slit.

"Raaaach…." Quinn pleaded. She absolutely could not take it anymore.

"Yes, Quinn?" Rachel questioned smiling while leaving a small peck on the blonde's swollen clit.

"Ugh! You're such a tease!" Quinn huffed.

The brunette let out a small laugh. She was loving this.

"I am?" she asked faking innocence whilst teasing the blonde's clit ever so lightly with the tip of her tongue.

"You…God…y-you know you are."

The brunette was now using her hot wet muscle to map Quinn's outer lips.

"Oh I'm sorry…" she faked an apology, enjoying the view of a needy, sweaty, writhing Quinn before her. The blonde was at her mercy and the feeling was making her core throb like never before.

"I need you…"

Nope, she was wrong. That was.

"Fuck…" she breathed shutting her eyes. Those three words had almost made her come right there and then.

Flattening her tongue, she wasted no more time and ran it along Quinn's drenched slit, lapping it in the blonde's juices.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Quinn.

Rachel was amazed by how good the blonde tasted. At first, she was a little hesitant, which was natural since it was new territory. So she took it slow, enjoying the fact that Quinn was squirming beneath her. But soon she grew impatient and wanted nothing more but to devour the blonde. To give her the utmost pleasure.

She was now running circles around Quinn's throbbing clit, eliciting guttural moans from the blonde. The combination of the girl's taste and lustful sounds was driving her utterly insane. She had never felt this way. She had never felt so close to release without anyone even touching her.

Quinn was losing control. She was now moving frantically; her legs were quivering, her hands were flailing moving towards and touching anything within reach. The now wrinkled sheets, her thighs, Rachel's head between them. She looked down, pushed back the brunette's hair and what she saw caught her breath.

Rachel was staring at her, her chocolate eyes dark and filled with lust, her tongue darted out of her hot mouth, encircling her clit with vigor.

"Fuck, Rach…" she breathed throwing her head back on the pillow and grabbing the back of the brunette's head, gently pushing it against her throbbing center.

Rachel let out a deep, needy moan and ran her tongue down Quinn's folds. She teased the blonde's entrance, sending electrified jolts of pleasure deep inside Quinn. Without hesitation, she pushed her tongue inside, causing a new wave of wetness gash out and fill her mouth.

Quinn thought she was seeing stars. Her ears were ringing and she knew the volume of her moans was increased; she just couldn't hear them. Her pelvis was unwillingly moving up and down erratically and she could feel her walls tighten impossibly around the singer's attacking muscle.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's legs, pinning the girl down and thus making it easier for her to continue her frenzied assault. The tip of her nose was nuzzling Quinn's swollen clit while her tongue was diving deeper and deeper inside the girl. Her head was spinning, her hands were trembling and she could feel herself actually drip on Quinn's sheets. She tried hard to steady the blonde but she wasn't that strong. She shoved her tongue one last time even deeper than before, feeling Quinn's walls clamp it down, and just as she heard the blonde let out a scream she pulled her skillful muscle out and ran in along Quinn's length finding an end on the pulsating clit and wrapping it with her hot lips, making the blonde's body spasm out of control.

"Oh my God….oh my God…" Quinn was desperately trying to catch her breath. Her hands on her face, pushing back her hair, her chest rising trying to fill with oxygen, her mouth dry from the screams.

Rachel's body was still buzzing from desire; she needed release immediately.

But she didn't care.

She was peppering kisses on Quinn's flush skin; her trembling thighs, her abdomen. She had just made Quinn Fabray come in her mouth and she couldn't stop relishing in the feeling.

She couldn't help but gloat a little bit, too.

It wasn't every day that she had a beautiful ex-cheerleader wrapped around her head. And it certainly wasn't every day that she had the Quinn Fabray scream in pleasure that she had given to her.

Moving upwards, she left a trail of wet kisses on Quinn's soft skin, ending on her neck. She wrapped her lips on the blonde's pulse point and moved to her mouth. She kissed Quinn soundly, locking her lips with hers. The blonde's heart swelled by the sweetness of Rachel's ministrations and responded to the kiss. She licked the brunette's bruised lips and pushed her tongue inside, deepening their kiss, tasting herself in Rachel's hot mouth.

"Mmm…" she moaned without even knowing.

Rachel smiled and breathed between kisses "Do you know how amazing you taste, Quinn?"

Quinn felt her stomach twist into knots and her center throb, a new wave of arousal taking over.

Already?! How's that even possible?!

"Rach…" she started.

"I'm serious! It's unbelievable!" stated Rachel, now looking deep inside hazel to make her point.

"You're unbelievable!" was Quinn's retort. She hadn't planned on saying it; it just came out of her mouth.

Rachel smiled, feeling proud of herself. She leaned down and planted another kiss on the blonde's lips.

Quinn wrapped her arms around the brunette's thin waist, bringing her even closer. She kissed the girl on top of her with fervor, tasting her and herself, the combination driving her crazy. She ran her hands up and down Rachel's back as their kiss grew deeper and needier. She was about to turn the girl over when she felt her grind her center on her hipbone, transferring the extreme wetness that had pooled between Rachel's folds. She could now feel how aroused the girl was, her need for release evident in her grinding motion.

Quinn moved her hands downwards, grabbing Rachel's ass. She lifted her leg a tad and pushed the brunette harder against her thigh.

"Quinn…" moaned Rachel inside the blonde's mouth as she brought her own thigh between the girl's legs.

Their fevered bodies were covered in sweat, sliding uncontrollably against one another. Rachel's breathing had become ragged, her hair was clinging on her forehead. They were sharing deep kisses, drowning each other's throaty moans as they were bringing each other closer and closer to the edge. Their bodies were aching, from both pleasure and exhaustion, but they couldn't care less. Sending each other to bliss was their sole objective and nothing mattered more.

Rachel's arms, which had been pinned on each side of Quinn's head helping her gain control of her movements and not crush the blonde, were giving in. Quinn, noticing that, moved her left hand up and gripped Rachel's neck – her right one never leaving her bottom, thus steadying the brunette on top of her. She pushed Rachel harder against her, causing the friction between them to intensify.

It was a matter of seconds before she felt Rachel's now stiff body spasm on top of her.

"Quinn!" screamed the brunette breathless, her mouth covered by the blonde's.

At the sound of her name, belted out so beautifully from Rachel's tasty lips, and the feeling of the girl's body trembling on top of her, rubbing on her clit relentlessly, Quinn felt another orgasm rip through her aching body, a white heat taking over it completely. She wrapped her lips around Rachel's pulse point, sucking on it, muffling her scream.

Feeling her body slowly relax from the intensity of her orgasm, she ran her tongue over the reddened skin to soothe it, sending shivers down Rachel's spine.

Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn deeply. Her arms were tired, her legs were tired, even her mouth was tired. Her whole body was actually aching but she didn't care in the least. She wanted to kiss Quinn; she wanted to taste her delicious lips again.

Right there and then, it was the first time that Rachel thought she could never grow tired of kissing Quinn, of pleasing her.

Feeling her limbs shake involuntarily from exhaustion she moved to the side, lying right next to Quinn. The blonde turned to her left and looked deep inside brown disks. Their legs were still entangled, but neither girl was willing to move. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind Rachel's ear and with one swift move she leaned in and kissed her one more time.

It was a simple kiss. A sweet one. A lingering one. Just a lock of bruised lips. Yet it was so powerful that both girls could feel their hearts beat faster inside their chests.

They could talk. They could ask how they were feeling. They could finally straighten out what was going on between them. But neither did so.

They didn't want to.

At least not now.

They were just staring at each other, their eyes meeting and never losing focus. Quinn was running circles on Rachel's cheek with her thumb, while Rachel was softly caressing Quinn's side.

Moments later, they had both drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entangled, their shallow breathing matching each other's.

A loud laughter outside her dorm room woke Quinn up from her deep sleep. She could hear people walk by her door outside talking, letting her know that it was definitely not early in the morning since apparently everyone was up.

Well, almost everyone.

She could hear Rachel's slow and shallow breathing.

She slowly opened her eyes, her lids heavy from sleep. Her face was covered in dark hair, the brunette lying right beside her. She had her arm draped on the girl's side, their bodies closer than ever.

She smiled, enjoying the feeling of the brunette so close to her, and breathed in her scent.

Perv she thought, realizing she was sniffing Rachel's hair.

Another laughter sounded outside her door and she wondered what time it was. Just as she was about to reach for her phone on the floor she felt Rachel move beside her.

"Mmm…" moaned the smaller girl, pressing her back against Quinn's front.

The blonde gripped Rachel's side, savoring the feeling of the girl's bottom on her center. She tentatively pushed some of Rachel's hair to the side and pressed a light kiss on the girl's naked shoulder.

Rachel's eyes shot open. She turned around, exposing her back to the cold winter morning air in the room, to see a smiling Quinn look at her.

"Good morning." whispered the blonde.

Rachel just looked at her, her eyes goggly. She was in Quinn's bed. They had had sex – numerous times - in her bed, then they had fallen asleep and had just woken up with their bodies still entangled.

And Quinn wasn't freaking out.

A frown was forming on the blonde's face, making Rachel realize that her silence was worrying the taller girl.

"Good morning" she said, her voice gruff from sleep. And probably last night's screams.

A shiver ran through her body as she felt the cold on her back and then Quinn did something that made Rachel's heart swell in adoration.

She reached for the duvet and pulled it up to cover the brunette's small body.

It was a simple gesture. One that Rachel would have gladly done herself and without even thinking about it at all. But being on the receiving end of that gesture, let alone from Quinn, caused her stomach to twist into a thousand knots.

She smiled at the blonde and nuzzled inside the crook of her neck, breathing in her delicious scent.

Quinn's heart rate picked up just a little and she couldn't help but wonder whether the brunette could tell, being so close to her. She rested her arm on Rachel's side again and started rubbing her back slowly.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asked.

"Mmhm." was all Rachel could manage. Their bodies, being pressed up against each other had created delicious warmth and she let herself enjoy the feeling. "You?"

Quinn nodded.

"I did." She started. "Actually, I feel like I haven't slept like this in, I dunno, forever."

Rachel let out a small laugh, her breath causing goosebumps on Quinn's skin. "I know what you mean. I was thinking the exact same thing right now."

Quinn smiled, glad to hear that the brunette shared her feeling. She then shifted her body, creating a small distance between her and her lover, and blindly reached for her phone on the floor.

She grabbed it and looked at the screen.

"Wow!" her eyes goggled.

"What time is it?" asked Rachel. They had definitely slept in a little bit.

"It's noon."

Okay, they had slept in more than they thought.

"I believe I have never woken up after eight o'clock in my entire life." stated the brunette.

Of course, thought Quinn and turned again to smile at the brunette.

"Are you saying…" she started slowly, her hand caressing Rachel's bare abdomen "…that I'm a bad influence?"

Rachel let out a small gasp when she felt the blonde's soft touch. She pressed her body fully against Quinn's and her thigh found its way between the blonde's legs. She heard the girl moan almost inaudibly and smiled at her in the most seductive way she could manage without her morning coffee.

"Not at all." she said softly and pressed her lips fully on Quinn's chin. "If anything, I would like to feel your influence even more." She whispered, her eyes looking up to dilated hazel orbs.

Aaaand we're back to horny! thought Quinn.

"Is that so?" she asked with a husky voice.

Rachel nodded, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upwards. She loved to flirt with the blonde.

"I'll see what I can do then." she retorted, her voice now a few tones lower than before.

She leaned in and kissed the diva's jawline, slowly making her way to her neck. She shifted her weight and moved on top of Rachel, her hands gently pinning's the smaller girl's down. Quinn ran her tongue along the brunette's neckline and nipped on her pulse point. A deep purple bruise had formed there from last night. She heard a low, throaty moan leave Rachel's lips and felt herself get wet.

Just as had started to trail down the diva's body, the ringing of her phone brought her back to reality. She immediately felt Rachel's body tense and internally cursed whoever was calling.

"Just ignore it." she told the brunette and wrapped her lips around a dusky nipple. Teasing the bud with her tongue, she felt her lover tremble. She lightly sucked and wedged Rachel's now taut nipple between her lips.

She could not think of a better way to wake up.

The ringing had stopped and all she could now hear were the diva's soft moans. She moved her mouth to Rachel's left breast, softly massaging the other one with her warm hand. She rubbed the tip of her tongue around the bud and a wave of arousal ripped through her body ending deep inside her core when she heard Rachel moan her name.

It was growing to become her favorite sound.

Her least favorite sound was the one coming off her yet again ringing phone.

"Goddammit…" she cursed giving up.

Rachel was cursing internally.

The brunette let out a deep breath and petted Quinn's head.

"Maybe it's important. You should pick up." she advised softly.

Quinn breathed out, obviously annoyed by whoever was cockblocking her and reached for her phone.

"What?" she asked without even checking who it was.

Rachel couldn't help but laugh a little.

She's cute when she's angry.

She smiled.

Then horror.

Wait. What? "Cute"?

Rachel had always thought that Quinn was beautiful. She had said so a number of times. She had always found her sexy. But she had absolutely never found her 'cute'. Especially when the blonde was angry. She had been the target of her anger way too many times and she had thought that Quinn was downright scary. She never let her know though, but still.

Now she thought she was cute?

Am I crushing on Quinn?

"I'll let you know if we come. Bye." She heard Quinn say on the phone before hanging up. She had completely zoned out before.

The ex-cheerleader sighed and dropped her phone on the floor again.

"That was my friend, Jamie, reminding me of a party tonight. Do you wanna go?"

"Oh…yeah sure. Why not?" offered Rachel.

"Great. If you don't feel like it later, though, let me know. We can do whatever you want."

The small diva smiled and placed a light kiss on Quinn's cheek. Their previous mood was ruined but she liked the fact that the blonde valued her wishes so much.

"I'm going to take a shower. Stay here." She said adding a wink.

"Sure." Rachel smiled.

"Hey, do you want to go out for breakfast? Or lunch?" the blonde laughed "Brunch?"

The brunette laughed heartedly at her lover's silliness.

"Sounds like a good idea. But after I have a shower too."

"Great!" exclaimed Quinn before she walked out of her room beaming.

Rachel was sitting opposite Quinn in the blonde's favorite café. They were both munching on their sandwiches, stealing glances at each other, sharing awkward smiles. They were extremely silent, compared to last night; or other nights before that.

There was tension between them but neither of them made a move to address it.

Until Rachel finally did, that is.

"This is weird." She blurted out.

"Uhm, do you need to order something else?" Quinn asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"And you're obviously not talking about your sandwich." Quinn nodded cursing herself.

"What? No! The sandwich is just fine. This is weird." she explained gesturing between them.

"Oh." The blonde lowered her head finally understanding. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, if she was honest with herself, she agreed with the diva one hundred percent. "It is, yeah." she added.

"Just a little."

"A tad."

"Compared to other times we spent together."

"Of course."

"Why do you think that is?" Rachel genuinely asked.

"Uhm…I don't know."

"Do you think it's because we had sex?"

"We've had sex before, Rach."

"Certainly, Quinn. But that was different. We were drunk. And if my memory doesn't deceive me, we woke up way worse than today."

"Today was nice, though."

"It was perfect."

They both smiled.

Quinn cleared her throat and continued.

"And we have kissed before and we weren't drunk."

"You're right."

"So, why is it weird?" Quinn asked.

"It's just a little weird." Rachel offered.

"Just a tad."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"What? No! Rach, how could you think that?" the blonde was shocked.

"I dunno. If it feels weird, I guess you'll want me to leave."

"It doesn't feel that weird. And I don't want you to leave." Quinn leaned in and looked deep inside the brunette's eyes to make her point. "Rach, this is the first time that we've sat down and shared a meal after a night of mind-blowing sex. Of course, it's weird."

"Do you think it was mind-blowing?" Rachel was beaming.

"This is not the point but yes. Stop smiling like that. You look like a dork." Quinn warned playfully. "You don't?" she asked.

"Don't what?" Rachel asked absent-mindedly.

Quinn Fabray thinks we had mind-blowing sex.

"Don't you think it was mind-blowing?" asked the blonde, now worried about what the answer might be.

"Earth-shuttering."

"Oh." She felt her skin flush and she was sure her cheeks were of a deep red tint.

"Oh." Rachel smiled. It was one of the few times that she had the opportunity to see Quinn shy. "You're right, by the way. That is probably why we feel this way."

The blonde nodded and took a sip of her coffee.

"How do you feel?" Rachel couldn't hold it in. She felt like this was the time and she didn't hesitate to ask.

"How do you mean?"

"Quinn…" warned the brunette.

"This is the talk, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

"We have postponed it for too long."

Rachel was growing impatient. They had postponed it for way too long. And this seemed like the right time to have it.

Quinn took a deep breath. She didn't know where to begin.

Rachel decided to give the blonde a break and started talking.

"Quinn, I am attracted to you." She blurted out.

The blonde was slightly taken aback. Not by the confession itself – she obviously could tell Rachel was attracted to her – but hearing the words come out of the girl's mouth was kind of shocking.

"I'm attracted to you too, Rach." She offered sincerely.

"It was hard for me to get used to the very fact, given our past."

"I know. Realizing that I'm gay was hard enough. Realizing that I want you, after what we've been through, what I have put you through, was even harder, Rach." Quinn was feeling bolder.

Rachel was dumbfounded. Her mouth agape, she was just staring at Quinn.

"R-Rachel?"

Silence.

"You're gay?" finally asked the brunette.

Quinn looked at her frowning for a second and then burst out laughing, turning the heads of a few habitués in the café.

Her laughter died when she realized the diva was dead serious.

"You're not kidding." She muttered. Clearing her throat, she leaned in and looked yet again into chocolate orbs. "Rach, of course I'm gay. Surely, you could think I was bisexual, but…" Quinn paused for a second, she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable "…but I realized that I'm not as attracted to boys as I am to girls."

Rachel was silent, still staring at her.

"You're gay." She stated, slowly wrapping her head around the idea.

"I am."

"And you want me."

Quinn felt a slight feeling of panic take her over.

Right.

She had just blurted it out. It was true, but she had never meant to say it; especially bluntly like that.

"I do."

Rachel shook her head. Maybe she was hallucinating.

"You want me."

Quinn sighed.

"Rachel, I want you." She smiled shyly at the diva. "Could you not really tell fr-…" she paused and looked around before she continued, this time whispering "...from last night?"

Rachel's throat was dry. She needed to hydrate.

She picked up her glass of water and took a sip.

"What about David?" she asked hesitantly.

"What?"

"David?" asked the brunette again, wondering what the blonde's confusion was all about. "Your boyfriend."

"What boyfriend? It's been over since aft-"

Oh. My. God. She doesn't know I was single this whole time.

Rachel shook her head. She must have misheard. "Excuse me?"

Quinn felt the panic intensify.

"Rach, I broke up with David a while ago." She offered weakly.

The brunette's eyes bulged.

"When?"

"Uhm, before Christmas?"

Rachel's memories of Puck's Christmas party flashed before her eyes. She remembered Quinn telling her about David for the first time. She remembered feeling jealous of that stupid professor. She clearly remembered Quinn neglecting to tell her that they weren't still together. She remembered all the times she thought about Quinn and then a shirtless young professor with a goatee popped into her head, the wind pushing his dark wavy hair back, ruining her daydreaming. Most of all, she remembered how guilty she felt after making out with the blonde at the New Year's Eve party in New York and, especially, after last night, when her whole body was buzzing from desire, pleasure and want for the blonde but the fact that she was someone else's kept her back, a thick black feeling of guilt running through her. She had chosen to ignore it at first, thinking that it was Quinn's choice after all, but since they were having the talk, she thought it was the perfect time to broach the subject of the boyfriend.

But there was no boyfriend anymore.

There hadn't been a boyfriend since before Christmas. Which meant, Quinn had broken up with him probably after their drunken night together.

Oh…

A peculiar mixed feeling of satisfaction and anger formed inside Rachel.

"And you didn't think you could let me know?" she asked the blonde bitterly.

"Rach, I'm so sorry." Shit! "I'm an idiot. You're right! Of course I should have told you."

The brunette was saying nothing at all. She just looked at Quinn, patiently hearing her explain.

"The thing is, and I'm not proud of that…" Quinn started "…the thing is that I completely forgot about him." She sighed. "I have been dealing with all these feelings about me and my sexuality that I totally forgot to tell you. I'm sorry, Rach."

Rachel was narrowing her eyes, sizing the blonde up. She huffed and folding her arms in front of her chest she leaned back in her chair. "You're an idiot." She stated.

Quinn instantly relaxed and laughed out loud.

"I am. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry." Rachel warned. "It's unaccustomed, thus weird."

Quinn laughed again and nodded.

"So, wait…" she began, suddenly taking in all the information "…all this time, you thought you were what? My 'mistress'?" she laughed again.

"You're an idiot." Rachel stated again. "And yes, to answer your question. Something like that. I wanted to address the issue but I couldn't."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because…I like spending time with you. And I feared that if I broached the subject, I would ruin everything."

Quinn smiled. She knew the feeling.

Rachel was looking at anywhere but the blonde. She was feeling shy again.

"I want you, Quinn."

Silence.

Did she hear what I said?

The small diva looked up. Quinn's eyes were bulged, piercing through her.

"I do. And I believe we have a great thing here. And since you want me too…" Rachel sighed "…I'm sorry, it's rather difficult for me to say the actual words of you feeling that way for me. Either way, we both admitted that we want each other. And there's undebatable chemistry between us – wait, do you think it was sexual tension all that time back in High school? – Anyway, where was I? Ah yes! We have chemistry, Quinn. The sex is unbelievable. You said so yourself. So, I propose we keep things the way they are. I like things the way they are now. And there's surely no need to complicate things, is there? We're just two girls, who know each other well and have amazing sex. What do you think?"

Quinn was still looking at her baffled.

"Quinn?" urged Rachel.

The blonde cleared her throat, finally remembering that she had a voice.

"Like friends with benefits?" she asked the diva sincerely. She liked the idea.

"You could say so, yes." Rachel replied.

Quinn smirked.

"I'm in."

They shared a small laughter and carried on sipping their coffees. Little did they know that they would both soon regret that very agreement.

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