[A/N] This chapter is an excuse to write smut and I promise we will return to the plot soon. Also "A Case of You" belongs to Joni Mitchell and not to me. Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think of this piece.
Their bodies are flush against each other behind the bushes in the dark, silent park as Quinn moves against her. Her thigh rests between Rachel's open legs and creates a delicious friction that drags ragged sighs out of her mouth.
Rachel's hands inch under the hem of Quinn's shirt and marvel and how quickly she's come to know this body and its curves. She knows exactly where Quinn's hips dip inward to form her tiny waist and where the ribs bloom outward. She knows the soft warm weight of Quinn's breasts in her palms and the tight rise of Quinn's nipples that her fingertips can't resist stroking and gently tugging. She grins against Quinn's lips when she hears the sound she anticipates: a light and breathy sigh.
"No," Quinn takes Rachel's hands in her own and secures them around her waist. "Let me."
"N-no? Doesn't it feel good?" Her eyebrows furrow worriedly.
"Yeah, of course it does, but I want to touch you."
"But it's your birthday."
"I know, which is why you should respect my request."
The logic is sound and Rachel definitely isn't complaining, especially when Quinn's hands start effortlessly unbuttoning her shirt. She shrugs out of the top and feels her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her bra in the cool night air.
Quinn's strong thigh is still rocking against Rachel's body and Rachel's hips rise and fall of their own volition to make contact. She leans her head back and closes her eyes, and Quinn takes the hint. Quinn kisses her way down Rachel's jaw, to the curve of her neck, settling comfortably in the crook of her shoulder. Rachel mewls as Quinn's teeth nibble at the tender, sensitive skin and this gentle teasing becomes almost too much. She's rocking and writhing against Quinn, already begging for more contact.
"Shhh," Quinn soothes. "Just wait. I promise I'll make it worth it."
Rachel swallows hard and nods.
Quinn's fingers gently trace the outline of her bra, from strap to cup to band, and Rachel wishes she could tear off the garment and feel the warmth of Quinn's hands on her breasts, but Quinn is moving so unbearably slowly. But finally, finally, her fingertips work their way under the strap and lift it off her body. Quinn's hands cup the sides of her breasts and bring them closer together before dragging her tongue across Rachel's collarbone, then down between the cleavage she's created. Rachel moans at the slick heat trailing between her breasts and lets her nails run up and down Quinn's back. They catch on the fabric and bunch Quinn's dress and all she wants is to touch that ivory skin and feel its heat.
"Please, just let me take this off," she begs. Quinn nods and reaches around for the zipper. She shrugs her dress to her waist and in an instant their breasts are pressed together. The contact sends a rush of warmth and wetness between Rachel's legs. She can feel the throb of her arousal and the pulse rings in her ears. She moves more furiously against Quinn and moans loudly against her neck.
Their lips meet again and Rachel surrenders into the sensation. Quinn's lips hold hers for a moment before settling into a steady rhythm of push and pull. Rachel can smell Quinn's perfume and her salon shampoo as a breeze wafts by and the sudden rush of Quinn's scent draws her deeper into the kiss.
She's only slightly aware of Quinn's fingers dancing across the flat plane of her stomach, running across her hips, and slipping underneath the waistband of her skirt. When those fingertips make contact with the skin just above the mound of coarse, dark curls, Rachel gasps and bucks her hips.
"Just…now, please," she whines. "I want to be naked for you. Just touch me, Quinn."
Quinn lets out a short burst of breath and Rachel sees she's caught her off guard.
"That was incredibly hot," she growls. "Do it again."
"Do what again?" She teases.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need, Rachel, just like that."
"I want you to take off my skirt and my underwear, run your fingers up my legs, and touch me."
They're both blushing, neither used to 'dirty talk', but it's easier in the dark.
"Where?"
"Here." Rachel takes Quinn's hand in hers and presses it against the soaked crotch of her panties.
"Oh god, Rach," Quinn groans, leaning her head against Rachel's shoulder. "You're…I'm so turned on right now."
"Me too."
"I know. I can feel it."
"Let me feel you?"
Quinn takes Rachel's hand and guides it up the front of her dress, still hanging from her hips. Rachel's fingers meet a scant bit of lace before finding Quinn, hot and incredibly wet, against her.
"Quinn…I want…I need…let me inside."
She shifts and suddenly Rachel's hand is at her side and Quinn's head is now resting on one of Rachel's toned thighs.
"You first."
Rachel spreads her legs wider and feels the chill of the night against the wetness on her thighs, but the discomfort doesn't last long. Quinn's thumb finds the rise of her swollen clit and starts rubbing slow, deliberate circles that only leave Rachel begging for more.
"I need you inside me, baby, please."
Quinn freezes. "Did you just call me 'baby'?"
"It slipped out, I'm sorry." Pet names are probably reserved for the real relationship. Damn it, she's ruined the moment.
"No, it's okay." Quinn kisses her thighs, her hips, her curls. "I like it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Say it again."
"You'll have to make me," Rachel teases. "You broke my focus."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Quinn smiles. "Where were we?"
"I think right…" she positions Quinn's fingers against her entrance, "here."
"Is that right?"
Rachel nods.
"Well, if you say so."
Two fingers slip inside easily and Rachel can't hold back the gasp or the moan that fall from her lips as Quinn's fingers bury themselves to the hilt inside her and her muscles close around them tightly and draw them deeper. She shudders against Quinn's hand and pushes herself down on the fingers inside of her.
"Slow down, Rach. Take it easy." Quinn's back to teasing her clit with the other hand, but her mouth is moving inward from her thigh and her breath is hot on the sensitive flesh. The moment her tongue hits home, Rachel's hand flies to her mouth to muffle the scream building inside her.
Quinn tongue starts to move faster and her fingers are reaching and curling in all the right places. She's pulling them back and thrusting them forward with dexterity Rachel never imagined was possible and then…
"There. There. Stay there," she gasps. Her hands are pulling Quinn's long blonde hair and her eyes are screwed shut so tightly she's seeing spots. The world is slipping and falling out of orbit and colors are crashing around her as Quinn's fingers hit that spot over and over again. Her breath comes and goes is ragged bursts of "Oh Quinn, oh baby, please" and "yes, right there."
It's overpowering, unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her legs are shaking and her feet are tingling and even her palms are sweating as she becomes putty in Quinn's hands. They're outdoors in a public park and she understands that keeping her voice down is important, but it's impossible to control. She can hear her moans echoing around their entwined bodies and she knows that her voice will be hoarse the next day, but she can't stop. Quinn's fingers have found some sort of magical spot that's robbed her of any control.
She feels pressure building and coiling inside her and for a split second she feels like she might have to ask Quinn to stop so she can find a bathroom, but in an instant the pressure is gone and she feels a rush of liquid gushing between her legs and it won't stop. It feels like an orgasm, but this is so different, and it feels so good.
"Oh my god, Rachel," Quinn gasps. Her fingers are still moving inside, and her thumb has replaced her tongue's coaxing as Rachel nears her climax. She calls out Quinn's name as the shocks rip through her and send her hips bucking wildly. Quinn's lips, still limed with Rachel's wetness, find hers and she kisses her gently as she descends from her high, with Quinn's fingers still lightly teasing and stroking while the last of the aftershocks fade to nothing.
Her limp, exhausted body settles on the blanket and it's only then that she feels the cold wetness against her skin.
"I think I ruined this blanket," she declares.
"Yeah…I wanted to ask about that, but I didn't want to embarrass you. Is that…is that normal?"
"I mean, I think so. It's never happened to me before, but I've read about it."
"Oh." Quinn quietly wipes her mouth on one of the napkins from the long forgotten picnic.
"Are you…are you disgusted? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…and all over your face…"
"Rachel, it's okay. I promise." Quinn lies beside her and Rachel settles against her still naked chest. "It was kind of hot, actually. I mean, it was just like this raw power ripped through you and then you swelled and then…wow."
"I've never felt anything like that in my life," Rachel admits. Her fingers twirl a lock of Quinn's hair around her finger as her breath calms. She presses her lips to Quinn's sternum and sighs contentedly. "Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me," Quinn says as she curls around Rachel. "I really, really like touching you."
"Does that scare you?"
"When I really think about it, I guess. But when we're just lying here together I couldn't be less afraid. This feels so much more right than anything I've ever had."
"What about when I touch you? Does that scare you?"
Quinn laughs softly and shakes her head. "Definitely not."
"So it doesn't scare you when I do this?" Rachel spreads her fingers across Quinn's breast and strokes slowly up toward her nipples.
"No," she confirms on a breathy sigh.
"Or this?" She flicks her tongue lightly against the smooth, warm skin pulled against the taut muscle of Quinn's bicep.
"Ohh," she shudders. "No. That's okay, too."
Rachel rocks her body and shifts her weight over Quinn. She lowers her face closer and brushes her lips against Quinn's, parted and waiting. As she presses her hips against Quinn's dress, crumpled around her waist, she secures her hands in Quinn's hair and draws her close. She swivels slow circles and whispers, "and this?"
"You are so cruel, Rach," Quinn groans, rocking her hips up and Rachel feels the pressure against her own reignited arousal.
"So you're not scared?" She teases.
"Uh-uh."
"And what if I do this?" Her fingers push aside the damp lace of Quinn's panties and meet sticky wet heat.
"Oh…god Rachel. Please," she begs. That's all the encouragement Rachel needs as she slips a finger inside and deftly curls it against her walls. As her thumb settles on the rise of Quinn's clit, she feels the sharpness of Quinn's teeth digging into her shoulder. A few strokes of her thumb and the slightest crooking of her fingers and a moment later Quinn is coming undone in her hand. She's silent and shaking against Rachel's body, mewling and whimpering as her orgasm rips through her and Rachel breathes in wonder that she can make someone so seemingly strong fall apart so easily.
"Do you want me to drop you off down the street like usual?" The street is dark, illuminated only by the streetlamp on the corner, but Rachel's fairly certain that Quinn won't want to risk being seen climbing out of this car. She's rolled to a stop three houses down, just like she usually does.
"No, you can pull into the driveway. It's nearly midnight. The odds that she'll notice me walking into the house are slim to none."
"You're right. She's probably asleep by now. My dads only stay up past 11 for special occasions, like New Year's or the Tony Awards."
Quinn shakes her head. "I'm sure she's awake, but I highly doubt she's lucid." She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Again."
"I don't really understand." Does Quinn's mom sleepwalk or…
"I don't want to talk about, Rach. We've had a beautiful night together and I don't want to spoil it with an episode of Fabray Family Therapy."
"But the way you're talking about her right now…I'm worried about you. Will you be safe here tonight?"
Quinn waves away the concern. "It's fine. It's just...she really likes her gin and tonics. By now she's probably had a few. I don't necessarily want to spend the last moments of my birthday dealing with that."
Rachel lays a hand over Quinn's. "Then don't; spend them with me. It's 11:59 so you have one more minute before your birthday is officially over. How do you want to use it?"
In an instant Quinn's hands are on her cheeks, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely on the lips. 30 seconds tick by, then 60, and then it's 10 minutes into Saturday and their lips are still pressed feverishly against each other.
"I know you have to go and that I'll see you on Monday, " Rachel gasps with her hands over Quinn's clothed breasts, "but I don't want you to go inside."
"I don't want to go either," Quinn whispers hotly.
"Then don't. Come back to my house. Sleep over."
"Rach, I can't. It's…"
"It's what? You said it yourself: your mom won't notice."
"But your dads…"
"My fathers have no idea what's going on between us and even if they did, I can't imagine they would have a problem with you staying over. Please Quinn, just say yes."
"Rachel," she sighs. The sound travels straight through her and she feels goosebumps rise on her arms. "You're making it so hard to say no."
"Then why say no? Just come over. It's not like it's the first time."
After a long pause Quinn nods. "Okay. Let's do it. I'm just going to text my mom and tell her I'm staying at Brittany's, just to be safe."
Rachel can't control the grin that spreads across her face. She has the story she'll tell her own parents figured out. All she can think about is lying in her own bed curled around Quinn Fabray and waking up wrapped in each other's arms.
They tiptoe up the stairs, carefully avoiding the squeaky top step. Rachel's heart pounds in her chest and she swears that its beating is loud enough to wake her fathers.
They've spent plenty of time in Rachel's bed over the last few weeks but in the dark of the night with their naked bodies pressed together as they whisper under the covers, everything feels much more intimate.
"Thank you for tonight, Rachel. I had a really incredible time," Quinn murmurs as they settle against each other. Rachel feels safe, wrapped and Quinn's arms and feeling the warmth of her breath against the back of her neck.
"It was my pleasure. I had to do something for your birthday. I just wish I could have done more."
"What you did was plenty."
"I just…I wish I could have done something like what Finn did in the choir room. I wish I could have done something publicly or sung to you at school or something."
"Well, then sing to me now," Quinn offers.
"It's not the same." Rachel sighs and wraps her hands around Quinn's. "I-I want to be your girlfriend so badly, Quinn. So badly that I can hardly stand it."
She wills herself not to cry. It's been such a nice evening and she's not about to spoil it with tears. She expects Quinn to lay silently behind her and not acknowledge the comment.
"I want to be yours, too," Quinn whispers against her. Is that a quiver in her voice? "And I promise, Rachel, that the time will come when I'm ready to make that happen. I just need you to wait. Please."
Rachel nods and kisses Quinn's hands. "Okay."
"I love you."
The words shoot through her and warm her from the inside out.
"I love you, too."
The words hang heavily in the air until Quinn breaks the silence. "Will you please sing to me?
Rachel smiles sleepily. "What would you like me to sing?"
She feels Quinn shrug against her back. "Anything you want. I just want to hear your voice."
She launches into a hushed and slow A Case of You and feels Quinn relax against her. As she reaches the chorus Quinn's breath is slow and steady and Rachel lets her own eyes slip shut.