Author's note: Regarding my last chapter, I forgot to mention that the name of the song Rachel sang to Quinn is called "I Wouldn't Miss It For the World" by Johnathan Rice.

Just a warning: this chapter is mostly smut, so if that's not your thing, I apologize. If it is you're thing...then enjoy!

Finally, the first part of this chapter is Rachel's POV. The second part is Quinn's POV.

Rachel wasn't sure how long they had been at this. Hours, perhaps? Quinn was going slow. Painfully slow. And with every single movement the blonde made, it only stirred up more frustration and desire within Rachel. By now, Quinn had made her way to Rachel's left hip, running her soft, wet tongue along her girlfriend's flesh while slowly peeling away the remains of her clothing. The newly revealed skin was just more uncharted territory for Quinn to discover. Rachel lay on the bed, squeezing her eyes shut every time it felt like Quinn's mouth was moving closer to where she was aching for it to be. But yet again, Quinn pulled away and continued her trek up and down her body. Rachel's breaths were staggered and deep. She wanted to cry. Out of frustration. Out of fear. Out of their impending separation. And out of general horniness that was not being assuaged in any way.

She opened her eyes and looked down at the tousled blonde hair sweeping across her abdomen. She tensed up and gasped when Quinn sunk her teeth into the spot just above her belly button.

"Quinn!"

"Sorry." Her girlfriend looked up at her sheepishly.

Rachel took Quinn's arm and pulled her closer. "Come here."

"But I'm not done yet."

Rachel's head fell back on the bed in dissatisfaction. "Do you have an ETA on when you'll be done?"

Quinn crawled her way up and kissed Rachel hard, biting her lip when they pulled apart.

"You'll know when I'm done." The sultry tone of her voice almost made Rachel come right then and there. She should have known better than to question Quinn Fabray.

She felt those blonde locks move down her chest as a warm tongue surveyed the her ribcage. What was so interesting about a ribcage, really? Didn't Quinn know she was missing all the good spots? Rachel gasped again as Quinn nipped the flesh just below her breast. The gasp slowly turned into a moan.

Okay, so maybe there was something to be said about her ribcage. Who knew?

Was she being tortured? Was Quinn doing this on purpose? And if so, how did she possibly know how much this would turn Rachel on? Because about a half hour ago, the diva began to feel a familiar wet heat between her legs. She kept squirming to try to meet any part of Quinn, but her girlfriend wasn't having it. She was too busy waking up every single part of Rachel's body.

At this point, Quinn was teasing her way along the outside of Rachel's right breast. And in that moment, she knew. Rachel knew what this was. She'd read about it and she had heard Santana talk about it, but now she had definitive proof of what it was. This was her sexual awakening. Not just this moment, but this past year. Everything that had to do with Quinn made her body feel weak and strong at the same time. Vulnerable and impervious. Aching and strangely satisfied. Hot and cold. And it all seemed to be culminating in this moment, on this bed, in this hotel room. As desperate as she was for relief, she also knew her body could trust Quinn. So she lay there and enjoyed every sensation her girlfriend's hands, mouth, lips and tongue had to offer. It wasn't like Rachel to keep her mouth shut about things, but her instincts told her to trust what was happening.

Quinn conveniently skipped over Rachel's breasts entirely and moved her way up to her shoulders and neck. Rachel's moaning didn't deter her from her mission. She just moaned right along with her and whispered in her ear.

"Every part of you tastes amazing."

Rachel felt a twitch between her legs at the sound of Quinn's voice. She let out something between a whimper and a sob. Her voice cracked like a pre-pubescent boy, but she delighted in Quinn's laughter. She was finally learning not to be embarrassed in front of the actress.

She didn't think it was very fair that Quinn was still covered by her bra and underwear, but every time she made a move to take them off, Rachel's hand would get slapped away. She tried again with no luck.

Smack!

"No means no, Rachel."

Her body was about to explode with anger and ecstasy.

"You didn't say no. You just keep slapping my hand."

"The slapping implies the 'no.'"

Rachel tried one last time to even the playing field by removing the rest of her girlfriend's clothes. Instead of getting her hand slapped away, Quinn stopped what she was doing altogether and looked down at her with disappointment.

"We're gonna have to do something about those hands of yours."

Rachel bit her lip. What did this girl have in store for her? Surely the playful tone meant that all her patience and waiting was about to pay off.

Quinn pulled Rachel up slightly and the brunette followed Quinn's lead, not knowing exactly what she wanted. It wasn't until she was fully rolled over onto her stomach that she knew. She can't grab what she can't see. Quinn was taking things way too far, but Rachel wasn't about to go through all this with no payoff, so she remained silent, only letting a sigh escape her mouth to convey her frustration. She knew Quinn heard it, but likely didn't care. She obviously had her own plans for tonight.

Rachel felt Quinn grip each of her wrists and push them down into the bed. Then, she felt soft lips grazing her ear.

"These don't move, understand?"

Rachel nodded. Why did Quinn always feel the need to take control? Rachel knew it had something to do with the fact that Quinn has never really had any control over her own life, so it has to manifest in other ways. Still, it took a lot of trust on Rachel's part to be subjected to this. Quinn seemed so confident in everything she was doing. So mature. Sometimes it scared Rachel. But in this industry, you have to grow up fast. Of course Quinn was going to be miles ahead of her sexually. She was already wise beyond her years in other aspects.

Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by a very faint, familiar sound. A small click and then she saw Quinn's bra fly off the side of the bed. She felt some shuffling above her and knew that Quinn was ridding herself of her underwear, as well. Before Rachel had any time to react, she felt a pair of magnificent breasts skimming up and down her back. Each pass was followed closely by that recognizable tongue. It rendered Rachel paralyzed for a moment. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing. All she knew was that apparently, the small of her back was some sort of erogenous zone. It had to be with the reaction she was having.

Her body tensed as Quinn licked her way up from the base of her spin to the top of her neck. She tried stifling a moan, but it felt too good not to audibly express it. Her moaning soon turned to panting. She forced her hands to stay where they were. They were gripping the sheets tightly as Quinn continued the assault on her skin.

She felt Quinn straddling her and nearly lost her mind as the feeling of the wet heat between the girl's legs. She wanted her so badly. Perhaps that was Quinn's plan all along. To make Rachel crave her to the point of insanity. She was trembling now, silently begging for something. Anything. She curled her back up into Quinn's body and felt the blonde's nipples brush along her back. Rachel grinned when she heard a tiny gasp escape Quinn's mouth.

She felt Quinn move over so her right leg was between Rachel legs.

"Rachel?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry I have to leave."

"I know." Rachel could feel Quinn's nails running up and down her back.

"And I'm sorry for having to keep this a secret."

Rachel nodded. She hated that, too. More than anything. "I know."

Quinn's fingertips moved more languidly down the small of her back.

"Rachel?"

"Yeah?"

Quinn's hand brushed down past Rachel's ass as her fingers started to cup Rachel's soaked center.

The brunette swallowed hard.

"You won't forget about me, will you?"

Rachel took in a deep, choppy breath. "No, Quinn. I won't forget about you."

By the time Rachel finished her sentence, Quinn's fingers plunged into Rachel, rubbing rhythmically against the bundle of nerves housed between her legs. She felt the full weight of Quinn's body on top of her. It was too much. It was all too much. The skin against her own, the relief she finally felt as she grinded against Quinn's fingers, the feeling of Quinn's other hand cupping her breast. There was really nothing else she could do but scream. So she did. It was a sound she didn't even know she was capable of making - at least not in the throes of passion. It was a release of everything that had been building up, everything that Quinn had stirred within her.

She gripped the sheets even tighter as Quinn's fingers glided across her clit with ease, feeling exactly how wet she was.

"Oh God," Rachel cried out. She lifted her hips, aching for more of Quinn's fingers and then slammed them down into the bed. Again, she lifted her hips and slammed them down as they began to find their rhythm with each other. "Quinn...that...feels so...good."

With each pant, Rachel was feeling more and more giddy. With every exhale, she let out a string of incoherent words and intoxicating moans.

Quinn's fingers were now making circles around her clit as her other hand pinched Rachel's hardened nipple between her thumb and index finger. Rachel just about lost it. She threw her head back and tried to turn around to catch Quinn's lips. She needed it. If she couldn't touch her, then God damn it, she was at least going to kiss her. She was thankful when Quinn obliged and kissed her. Both girls were breathing deeply through their noses, nearly unable to hold the kiss for very long.

Quinn kissed her once again, deeply and passionately. The moment their tongues made contact, Quinn drove two fingers inside of her. And Rachel nearly blacked out. She could feel Quinn's hips driving into her with each measured thrust. She could hear Quinn's moans echo in her ear and could vaguely hear her repeating something along the lines of 'you feel so good.'

"Quinn, don't stop. Please don't stop. God, I'm so close."

Quinn whimpered, as if those words were simply too much for her to hear. She moved from Rachel's mouth to kiss the back of her neck. She bit Rachel's shoulder, trying to suppress her own screaming.

Rachel's hand was suddenly being guided down behind her.

"Touch me," whispered Quinn.

She was beyond elated the moment she finally got to touch Quinn. Her fingers immediately went to work, but the angle was difficult and she wasn't sure that she was going to be able to last much longer. But from the way Quinn was groaning, it seemed she was rather close, too. Quinn began to shake above her, crying out Rachel's name over and over again as she came.

Rachel delighted in the feeling of Quinn inside of her, completely filling her while calling out her name in pleasure. She could feel her stomach coiling as something burned deep inside of her, begging to be let out. She winced in pain as Quinn bit her shoulder even harder than before. It hurt so good. She could feel her stomach tense up, she felt her walls clamp down around Quinn's fingers and all it took was a third finger massaging that mound of nerves as two other fingers pushed deep inside of her. And that's when Rachel fell. Everything went white, her mind went blank. She heard screaming that she was pretty sure was hers. It felt like every part of her exploded into tiny pieces and Quinn's magic fingers were slowly putting her back together again. Quinn wrapped her free arm around her as she guided Rachel down from her orgasm. Soon, she collapsed on top of her, lazily placing kisses along her back.

"I love you."

"Mmm...I love you, too, Quinn." Rachel couldn't move. She didn't know if she wanted to, so she stayed her on her stomach with Quinn draped on top of her. "That was...intense."

"Yeah, it definitely was."

That was the last thing Rachel remembered before falling into a deep, much needed slumber.

The next few days seemed to all blur together. Neither girl could tell whether it was day or night outside because the only time they left the bed was to eat the room service they ordered. Quinn had canceled all her appointments, feigning illness. These were their last days together for a while and she wanted to make the most of it.

At what she believed was around 1:00am (she couldn't be too sure because she had shut her phone off and they had knocked the clock off of the bedside table at some point) Quinn awoke to an empty bed. She groggily looked around and then collapsed down on the bed again. She peaked down into the covers to see if...yup...she was naked. She's pretty sure that, with the exception of the robes they wore to eat at the table, neither of them had been clothed for the last two days. What was the point, really? They were just going to come off again. Quinn turned onto her stomach and tried to fall back to sleep while waiting for Rachel to return from wherever she was. The sheets were soft and the blanket was warm. She was comfortable. And happy. And stress-free for once in her life. All it took was holing herself up with Rachel for a few days. She knew when things got tough over the next few months, she'd be able to think back on this time and hopefully it'll bring her some semblance of peace.

She turned to her side and grabbed Rachel's pillow as a placeholder until she came back. And that's when she heard the shower running in the second bathroom across the main living area.

She was exhausted. She needed more sleep, but at the same time, she needed more Rachel. She rolled herself out of bed, almost stumbling as her feet tried to plant themselves on solid ground. She walked out the master bedroom door and across the living room. She stopped by the kitchen nook to grab a bottled water. She was going to need to stay hydrated if they kept this up. Her feet were cold against the tile until they found solace on the carpet once more. The bathroom door was only slightly cracked open, so she pushed her way though and was greeted with a deluge of steam.

She could barely see anything and the mirror was completely fogged up.

"Rachel?"

"Quinn?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm cooking spaghetti."

"Very funny. I mean why are you using this shower?"

"I didn't want to wake you. I didn't think you'd hear the water in here from the bedroom."

Quinn made her way to the sound of Rachel's voice. The steam was finally starting to clear with the door open. She approached the glass door slid it open and peaked her head inside, her heart palpitating just thinking of Rachel's wet skin.

She was not disappointed. Rachel's long, chestnut locks clung to her skin as the water cascaded down her back. She turned around to face a very turned on Quinn.

"Hi?"

"Hi."

"I'm almost done if you want to jump in."

Quinn shook her head.

"You're not almost done.

"I'm not?" Rachel looked perplexed.

Quinn stepped into the shower, welcoming the warmth of the steam and the water.

"No. Not by a long shot."

She lunged toward her sopping wet girlfriend and kissed her roughly. The right side of her body was getting drenched while her left side was still completely dry. It was an odd sensation. She moved herself fully under the nozzle, tasting the water trickling down between their lips.

She choked back a faint cry in the back of her throat as she felt her nipple come into contact with Rachel's, each one hardening at the sensation. Her hands moved down just above Rachel's ass and rested there briefly as she pulled her in closer. The slickness of her skin was intoxicating to Quinn.

Rachel giggled as Quinn licked a few drops of water from her neck.

"Again? Aren't you exhausted?"

Quinn kept her focus on Rachel's body. "I was. I was all comfy in bed waiting for you to come back so we could cuddle and then I heard the shower. And then I thought of you...in the shower. And then I wanted to be in the shower with you. Doing things. So now that's what we're doing." She lowered her head and skimmed her tongue along Rachel's breast, taking it into her mouth and attacking her aching nipple with her tongue. "Do you want me to stop?"

Rachel dug her nails into Quinn's scalp. "God, no."

Quinn continued her assault on Rachel's breasts, moving from one to the other with her mouth, memorizing every noise and gasp she elicited from Rachel. As hot as this was, she was having difficulty trying not to choke on the water beating down on them. She moved them up against the tiled wall, out of the direct path of the water.

By this point, she was already worked up. She wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but she had become completely insatiable. Rachel must have sensed just how ready she was because the diva made a very bold and daring move.

Quinn jolted the moment Rachel's fingers were inside of her. There was no warning. No teasing. No foreplay. Just fingers. Inside. And it felt incredible. Quinn nearly lost her balance. Suddenly, standing was a concept she couldn't quite comprehend. How was one supposed to stand when this beautiful, naked, soaking wet girl before her was inside of her, pumping away, finding that spot that made Quinn lose her mind. She allowed herself to put her weight against Rachel until she could regain her balance. She pulled back and looked at her. Deep brown orbs were staring back at her with more and more intensity in each passing second. They focused intently on each other, breathed with each other, their mouths open, breaths warm, their bodies rubbing against each other. Rachel's eyes told the whole story of what she was feeling. She could tell because Quinn was feeling all of it, too. She couldn't tell if it was the water, sweat or tears, but she began to taste something salty and she could swear she was watching tears fall from Rachel's eyes, as well. Why did this girl make her feel like this? How was she able to make her lose such control over her emotions? Quinn was terrified of everything she was feeling, but mostly terrified of losing the girl she was making love to. Whether it was over distance or time or keeping things a secret, she knew it was a matter of time before Rachel would get tired of waiting and move on. Quinn couldn't let that happen. So her plan was that she was going to fuck herself deep into Rachel's psyche, ruining her for anyone else. It was her only hope, her only defense. She just hoped that it was enough, that she was enough.

She could feel Rachel curl her fingers inside of her and Quinn nearly lost it. She pounded heavily on the tile.

"Again."

Rachel repeated her actions and Quinn needed to do something. She needed to feel Rachel. They were both panting profusely, still focused on each other's eyes, reading each other's thoughts with no words at all. Quinn gave Rachel a questioning look and Rachel immediately nodded in approval.

Quinn ran her fingers along Rachel's slit before settling at her entrance. She flicked her clit a few times with her thumb, but by this point, there was no point in prolonging it. They both wanted it. They needed release. So Quinn dipped a finger inside of Rachel, both girls moaning in unison. Rachel started grinding against Quinn as the blonde added a second finger to the mix, feeling Rachel's walls stretch. She didn't know how it was possible that each time they had sex was better than the time before. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as Rachel started speeding up her rhythm.

"I'm so close, Rach." It was all she could choke out.

"Me too." Rachel's mouth encompassed Quinn's ear as she whispered, "Come with me, Quinn."

And so she did. She came hard. And long. It was almost scary how long her orgasm lasted. She shook and shuddered as they held onto each other, but it didn't seem to end. Rachel came with a whimper and a quiver, but Quinn seemed to come with a bang, a scream, a moan, massive amounts of trembling, and repeated that pattern several times. By the time she came down, she wondered if it was possible for a body to actually explode. She was pretty sure this was the closest anyone had gotten.

She fell limp and Rachel caught her in her arms. The shorter girl reached over to turn off the water.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed."

After copious amounts of rest and re-hydration, they spent the rest of their time together in bed, cuddling, talking, making love, discussing Quinn's next film and Rachel's senior year, holding onto each other in any way they could. Because they both knew that the next few months were going to hurt.