A/N: Here's a little dose of smut for those of you who have been so patient. I always prefer the stories that have the build-up of tension. It makes the payoff so much better. As always I don't own Glee or any of the attractions in New York.

This is probably the last update until after the holidays. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Chapter 14

It was perfect. Her arm was asleep and pinned beneath the weight of the diva, her leg was asleep, and she had a crick in her neck, but it was perfect. Rachel was still asleep and burrowed into her, and the blonde found it to be adorable. Their legs were entangled and they were pressed together in a tight embrace. Face to face with what she desired most, Quinn couldn't help herself. She began pressing soft kisses on Rachel's forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally lips. She meant it to be reverent and loving, but her noble (somewhat) intentions quickly fell by the wayside. The brunette's lips were surprisingly firm and they suddenly parted to accept and deepen the kiss. Quinn's blood heated when Rachel's tongue ghosted along her lower lip, beckoning Quinn's tongue to come out and play. The blonde answered the invitation and rolled over to pin the diva beneath her as she continued the assault on the the brunette's mouth.

Rachel opened her legs and Quinn settled between them as they kissed fiercely. The blonde's hand captured a breast and began kneading it softly. The little brunette whimpered and arched into Quinn's hand. Quinn ground her hips into the diva who began bucking her own hips in response. Tongues dueled and the only sounds that filled the otherwise silent room were little moans and harsh breaths with the occasional whimper. The blonde trailed her mouth down Rachel's sternum as she pulled up the diva's shirt with questing hands. Her hot mouth clamped onto Rachel's breast and suckled as her hips continued thrusting against the diva's narrower ones.

Quinn's mind was hazy with lust. She barely registered Rachel pushing against her. The taste of salt water broke through and she pulled back to see Rachel in tears. She scrambled to get up as Rachel curled into a ball on the other side of the bed. The sight of the diva being so vulnerable broke through the fog of arousal.

"What's wrong?" Quinn barely recognized her voice. It was low and rough with desire.

The diva looked up through her tears and began pulling on her shirt. "I..I'm not ready, Quinn. I was caught up in the moment...an...and it felt so good, but..."

Quinn cut her off, her heart was hammering in her ears. It was difficult to think, but she forced herself to gentle her tone. "It's okay, Rachel. I just got carried away when you kissed me back. I'm not expecting you to have sex with me. I just want a chance to win your heart. We'll get to sex later."

Rachel tried to smile at the blonde, but it came out as more of a grimace. "I'm telling you that I might not ever be ready. I...I just. You and Finn and...it's all so confusing."

Quinn's face turned affectionate as she pushed her disappointment to the back of her mind and she beckoned the diva to come closer. The brunette hesitated before returning to Quinn's arms. They settled back on the bed as the former Cheerio ran a hand down Rachel's back in a soothing motion. "Sweetie, I know that you loved Finn. I've never doubted that. I also know that while he would be confused as to the nature of our relationship, he would ultimately want your happiness. I want to make you happy Rachel, if you'll let me. I want everything with you. I want a life, a home, a family. I want to make your dreams come true. It's all I've ever wanted and I finally have the courage to tell you. I'm not giving up simply because you're not ready for anything physical, okay? And I don't want to rush you; everyone grieves in their own time. I know our history doesn't suggest it, but I can be patient."

Rachel's eyes shined with unshed tears at the blonde's uncharacteristic ramble. "Okay." She snuggled back into the blonde, who felt the tension slowly drain from the diva's tiny frame. Her voice was muffled by the blonde's shoulder but Quinn still heard her murmur, "Thank you, Quinn."

The two girls settled back into bed and dozed for a few more hours until the sounds of Kurt and Santana moving around the apartment woke them. They rolled out of bed and dressed quickly, shyly avoiding watching each other before heading to the kitchen for a late breakfast. As she followed the diva into the kitchen, Quinn vowed that she would do whatever it took to help Rachel.

Rachel quietly sipped her coffee as Quinn chatted with Santana. Kurt had airily waved goodbye as she and Quinn entered the kitchen. He was headed into the city to get ideas for his wedding and compile a list for Blaine.

The little diva was still a little shell-shocked from her morning interlude with Quinn. Her body had unconsciously responded to the blonde's kisses and Rachel was aware that only her panic had prevented them from going any further. When she realized that it wasn't Finn who was making her feel so alive or so wanton, she had immediately felt guilt wash over her. She was being disloyal to her...whatever he had had been before he died. She knew that it was a little ridiculous to be so committed to someone who hadn't even been her boyfriend at the time of his death, but Finn had been a dream for so long that she was a little lost without him. She was struggling to find a new dream in the romance department. The idea that it might be Quinn was mind boggling. The blonde had been the unattainable ice queen in high school and a source of torment for Rachel. Despite forgiving her for their difficult history, Rachel was afraid of getting too close to Quinn. The girl had been important to her long before any possibility of a romance. Rachel had barely survived Finn's death and she worried that losing the blonde would break her beyond repair. The memory of Quinn's accident in high school weighed heavily on her mind.

Her thoughts turned to the girl in question. Quinn was everything Rachel could want in a partner; strong, caring, intelligent, stubborn, and, despite recent events, brave. They also had a rather explosive sexual chemistry, if the low thrum of arousal that still ran through her body was any indication. She could still feel soft lips and a questing tongue on her body...

"Rach?" Quinn's soft voice broke her out of the sensual memory.

Rachel jerked, spilling her coffee. "Sorry! Sorry...I'll...let me clean this up and we'll go explore the city today. There are so many things I want to show you; Central Park, MoMA, and the Empire State Building. We can even take a walk on Broadway." The brunette continued to ramble as a blush stained her cheeks from being caught fantasizing about the blonde.

A gentle hand on her arm stopped her mid-rant. She looked up and met Quinn's soft gaze. The blonde smiled at her and asked softly, "What if we went to the MoMA today? I've always wanted to see it."

"Okay," Rachel ground out through her clogged throat, "sounds like a plan." She hastily cleaned the counter and escaped into her bedroom to change. She almost collapsed against the makeshift door of her room. Now that she was aware of Quinn's attraction, it was becoming harder to ignore her own. Her mind may not have been ready to have sex with the blonde, but her body had a completely different opinion. Now she was going to spend the entire day with the woman who was determined to win her affections and sent her senses reeling without trying. It was going to be a long day.

A/N2: Progress! Rachel is slowly coming to terms with Finn's death and is trying to move on. Up next will be a fluffy chapter of sightseeing and Quinn will be at her most charming. Be patient, Rachel is trying.