A/N: This chapter is all sex. I'm pretty nervous about writing things like this, even though I (confession time) read a lot of it. I, for whatever reason, however, cannot write gratuitous smut, so there's some fluff and emotion *gasp* in there, too. I hope you enjoy reading, and please, let me know what you think. I'm trying to figure out how to wrap up this story... I've got some ideas floating around in my brain. Which is a dangerous place for ideas, because if I run out of plot bunnies, I just kill everyone and call it a day. But I'm not killing anyone in this story. I promised myself. So, your reviews are super helpful. With that said, enjoy.

Somehow, the kitchen became Rachel's bedroom. Quinn meant to take better note of her surroundings. She was generally pretty observant, and liked décor. She actually considered doing something in interior design as a career, and had pretty well made all the executive decisions as to furnishing her apartment with Santana. She enjoyed the spacious interior of Rachel's home. The effort she had put into setting everything up for their romantic dinner had not gone unnoticed. Quinn wanted to be complimentary, polite; she wanted to gush over Rachel's eye for detail and perfect placement of all the little candles that seemed to even line the hallways, all the way to the bedroom, almost as if she had planned this, too. However, Quinn threw courtesy and politeness out the window because as they made their way to Rachel's bedroom, Quinn could not separate their faces enough to speak.

She found herself struggling with basic things, like throwing Rachel up against walls and random surfaces and taking her there, even though there was a high possibility that she'd do something stupid like knock a candle over and burn Rachel's house down. She fought her base impulses, she fought her overwhelming desire even with her sense of integrity cast aside like yesterday's rubbish.

Rachel Berry deserved better than being taken against a wall or a dresser.

Rachel Berry deserved to be made love to completely sober, and in a bed.

And damn it, Quinn was going to give her exact what she deserved, and not a tiny bit less.

Quinn closed Rachel's door, sensing that if it wasn't closed immediately, they'd forget about it later, and when Blaine and Kurt came home, they'd end up seeing something that they never, ever needed or wanted to see.

"This is my room," Rachel moaned against the blonde's mouth. Rachel had her arms wrapped around Quinn's shoulders, and allowed herself to be guided to the bed, feeling her knees hit the edge of the bed before she was unceremoniously thrown down on her comfortable, clean bedspread. Quinn's body followed, and the blonde stalked up her frame like a proud lioness, eying her the entire way.

"Great room," Quinn said, never taking her eyes from Rachel. Rachel knew that Quinn hadn't noticed any of their surroundings. Quinn had checked out before they left the kitchen. Rachel could have led her out of the house entirely and the former cheerleader probably wouldn't have noticed.

"I have the best view," Rachel said, smiling broadly and giving away the location of her eyes, which were all over Quinn. When that happened, Rachel watched Quinn's strong bravado fade a little, and a blush started in the center of her chest.

"I could argue that easily," Quinn retorted once she regained some of her ground and her confidence. She leaned forward, balancing her weight easily on one hand, her arm muscles flexing to support her weight. Due to the sleeveless shirt, each and every muscle, from her defined forearms to her sculpted biceps and triceps were showcased, beautifully on display. Rachel licked her lips and raked her gaze down the smooth ivory skin and the strength just beneath it.

"You'd be wrong."

Quinn's free hand moved forward and traced along Rachel's jaw line, darting over her full, swollen lips that Quinn had been kissing relentlessly, and down her neck. She indulged in the immediate shiver that followed her touch, and watched Rachel's lips fall open to release a gentle moan. It caught on the wind and flew around them, but the sound of it still lingered. Quinn thought it would always linger. This girl had been on her mind constantly. Being with her felt like heaven, and even though she had savored her opportunity the first time, now that she had been granted a second, Quinn was going to make the most of each and every touch, commit every moan to memory, and learn, then re-learn every inch of the brunette's body.

"I can't believe I'm here," Quinn whispered. She was fixated on her own hand, blown away by the fact that she was touching Rachel Berry. Finally. That she was causing the soft moans to escape her lips, that she was causing the shivers and the goose-bumps. That the pleasure Rachel was feeling, the desires she needed to be quelled within her, were all due to Quinn.

"I'm so glad you are here," Rachel replied. The brunette leaned up and mewled softly as their lips connected again. Each kiss seemed to stretch on and on so it lasted forever. Their lips were already bruised, so each continuous pass against one another sent a new surge of heat through their bodies. They had grown quickly accustomed to the feel of one another, from the press of their hips, to the glide of their stomachs and the way their arms sort of fell easily around one another when they laid like this. Rachel watched the space between them move, grow, and shift. She watched Quinn's hips cant forward, and felt the instinct to part her legs, to allow Quinn closer, take over immediately.

It was beyond thought. It was beyond need. Rachel felt like a slave to her own body. She listened to her emotions as they directed her next move. Her hands slid down Quinn's back, caressing the fabric and knowing that the blonde could feel the heat from her palms seeping through, a promise to the skin underneath that she would return. Quinn sighed, and smoky hazel eyes turned gently onto Rachel's face. The blonde smiled, and Rachel gasped. Every time, that smile took her breath away, but at close proximity, it was practically lethal.

Quinn's lips descended on Rachel's neck, and Rachel felt it everywhere. The heat of Quinn's breath against her overheated skin coupled with how every now and then… second and fourth kiss, as the pattern was established, Rachel felt the flicker of Quinn's tantalizing tongue, and it sent her into the stratosphere. Rachel felt her back arch, and then felt Quinn's reply in the form of a husky chuckle pressed into the nape of her neck.

"Want something?" the blonde teased.

"You," Rachel replied simply.

"Elaborate. You're so good with words," Quinn continued. Her hands moved down Rachel's torso, directly down the center of her body so they bypassed her breasts, but still allowed for delicious friction, and Rachel bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she forced them open only to find that Quinn's eyes were darker and more intense than before when she caught the other woman's gaze again.

"I want your mouth on me, Quinn," Rachel began, her voice almost unrecognizably low. "I want your hands on me, everywhere. I want you to make me yours."

"That's… that's a lot of want, Rachel," Quinn said, swallowing hard. Her confidence had obviously taken a tumble, and her eyes looked away.

"You opened the door," Rachel teased. "You should have known I'd have dirty talk mastered."

Quinn nodded furiously, and Rachel crooked a finger underneath Quinn's chin and used that leverage to tug her closer, forcing their lips together again. Quinn nibbled on Rachel's bottom lip, and Rachel tangled their tongues together as their hips followed with the pattern, thrusting and bucking against each other. Quinn's hand, which had settled on Rachel's stomach, moved upward, underneath the fabric of her dress this time, and cupped one of Rachel's breasts.

"Take it off," Rachel demanded as soon as she felt the touch and decided that it wasn't enough. Quinn nodded, content to remain wordless as she not only removed Rachel's dress entirely, but her own shirt, moving forward so more skin touched now that they were both clad in only their bras from the waist up. Quinn still had the advantage, as she was wearing pants, but they were too caught up in each other to recognize the more trivial details. Yet.

Quinn's hands teased along Rachel's ribcage, delicately making their way to the clasp of Rachel's bra, and when Quinn asked silently for permission, Rachel replied with a simple nod and a tender smile.

Quinn's fingers worked quickly, and Rachel was pleased to find that she extended the equal gratitude further by removing the lacy garment that kept her upper half covered as well. Quinn leaned forward once their torsos were both bare and pressed their breasts together. Two sets of rock-hard nipples grazed each other, and their moans harmonized perfectly as they explored the new, yet still slightly familiar territory. It wasn't completely new, but it felt new. It felt exciting. It felt like everything they had both always wanted.

To Rachel's dismay, Quinn rolled off of her slightly, and smiled reassuringly at Rachel when the smaller girl protested with a soft whimper. Quinn shook her head and kept Rachel at bay when she sensed the brunette was about to move, and kept their eyes locked. It didn't last long as her fingers took the same path as before, down the center of Rachel's body. Both of them watched the movement of her hands, watched Quinn's strong hands and long fingers trail across Rachel's bronzed skin and taut muscle to her small, firm breasts. Quinn took one in her hand and danced her fingertips against the pebbled peak. Rachel's head fell back against the pillows, and she was entirely lost to the sea of pleasure when Quinn resumed the action of her mouth on Rachel's neck while still touching her chest, her stomach, her hips, everywhere. Quinn was worshipping her. Rachel was sure of it.

But she still wanted more. Which was greedy, and she realized it, but she had never wanted so much in her life, and now that she wanted in this way, she didn't know how to contain it all. She didn't know how to control it. She wasn't sure she even wanted a grasp on such control, when it felt this good to be out of it.

"Don't I get to touch you, too?"

"You'll get your turn."

"Hurry up, then," Rachel whined slightly. "I want my turn, damn it."

"Be patient," Quinn demanded. Her mouth trailed lower, kissing over Rachel's breasts, starting with the outside and the underside before working her way to the center of each one, where her tongue darted out to play, and her mouth took up a gentle suction. Rachel whimpered brokenly, and her hips shot up off the bed.

"I feel like I'm imploding, Quinn," Rachel whined again.

"That's normal, I think."

"It feels good, but I want more."

"Be patient," Quinn demanded again.

"I don't want to be patient. I want you to touch me."

Quinn smirked against Rachel's breast and placed another slow, sweet kiss to the dark nipple.

"But I am touching you," Quinn insisted.

Rachel whined and reached blindly for Quinn's hand. Sometimes, it was okay to be forceful. As a woman, she understood the needs of her own body. And since Quinn was a woman, she surely understood these needs as well. She just needed direction. She needed inspiration.

She needed to hurry it up.

Quinn moaned loudly when she felt her hand shoved between Rachel's smooth thighs, directly against her underwear.

So much for the advantage that Quinn thought she had. By being more completely dressed, she had tricked herself into thinking she had the upper hand. The control. She felt the crotch of Rachel's panties, feeling the soaked fabric against her fingers, and realized that this was absolutely not the case.

"Take me, Quinn," Rachel insisted. "Now."

Quinn had never removed her pants so quickly in her life, but she understood that Rachel was getting impatient, and the need for foreplay was no longer necessary. She wanted to feel their legs tangling together. She wanted to feel wrapped up in Rachel before she was actually wrapped up in Rachel.

She wanted things she didn't know how to want.

She found herself asking for things internally that she didn't know existed.

She possessed so much feeling in her body that she expected complete consumption at any moment. Quinn's hands pulled the last of Rachel's clothing, that destroyed scrap of fabric, down her impossibly long legs and looked at the magnificent beauty beneath her.

She looked for seconds. Then minutes. Then Rachel squirmed a little, a result of being under such direct scrutiny, although it was all praise and no critique, then spoke up.

"Quinn? Quinn, just talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong in the entire world," Quinn mumbled. "I'm here, with you, and you're so beautiful, and so naked, and nothing hurts."

Rachel smiled.

"Such a way with words you have," Rachel teased lightly, moving her own hand forward to gently caress Quinn's thigh.

"Well, I'm no Rachel Berry," Quinn retorted.

"No, you're Quinn Fabray," Rachel breathed. "My Quinn, and thank God."

Quinn froze.

"Your Quinn?"

Rachel smiled shyly.

"You know, if you want to be."

Quinn leaned up, dragging her body across Rachel's, and slowly removed her underwear. She laid against Rachel for a moment, indulging in the feel of their damp, naked skin pressed together. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind Rachel's ear, then kissed Rachel's pulse and smiled at her. Quinn wrapped her hand against Rachel's hipbone, tracing the protrusion with her thumb.

"I'm everywhere I could ever want to be," Quinn breathed against Rachel's lips. Rachel kissed her, and Quinn pulled back after a moment. "And I'm yours."

"Finally," Rachel proclaimed. Quinn squeezed her hip, and their laughter made way to more kissing as their bodies continued writhing together. The passion and desire between them grew, and Rachel wrapped her leg around Quinn's lower back, then inched it upward so they were hugging more intimately. Their lower bodies touched, and went Rachel felt Quinn's wetness pooling against hers, she completely lost control and dug her blunt nails into Quinn's shoulders. Quinn moaned and bucked her hips down into Rachel's, grinding their cores together.

Rachel pulled back when she felt the spring in her lower stomach tightening. Quinn looked at her, slightly concerned, a question etched on her face.

"What is it, baby?"

Rachel beamed.

"You just called me baby."

Quinn blushed. "Yeah, I did."

"That's incredibly surreal," Rachel commented.

"That couldn't have been what stopped you. Because you're kind of blue balling me here," Quinn teased.

"I just… that felt amazing, but I just…"

Quinn nuzzled her neck and waited for her to find the words. She kept up the rocking of her hips, continuing to join their sexes slightly, but not enough to be distracting. Or, at least, she noted when her clit started throbbing furiously, any more distracting.

"I want to be inside you," Rachel confessed. "And I want you inside of me."

"Together?" Quinn asked. Her heart raced against Rachel's, with Rachel's, and then she nodded.

Leave it to Rachel to be brilliant when they were both teetering on the edge of sexual frustration.

Quinn took the lead, guiding her hand down Rachel's stomach, feeling some of her essence on her lower abdominals, and then moved up Rachel's inner thigh, which quivered under her touch. Quinn moved to the side slightly, then moved them both to their knees. Quinn wrapped one of her arms around Rachel's waist, bringing them hip to hip on one side, with space for their hands between. They looked into each others' eyes for a moment, and resumed kissing when Rachel's hand found its way up Quinn's inner thigh, and caused Quinn to gasp into her mouth, into their kiss, when Rachel took the lead by touching first. Her fingers teased Quinn's wet, swollen folds, content with just tracing and learning.

Quinn followed suit, feeling the hot liquid dripping onto and between her fingers as she repeated Rachel's motions. Rachel's body slumped forward slightly, and she rested her forehead on Quinn's strong shoulder for a moment, then regained her ground and shifted so their stomachs would touch and slide together.

Together.

That's what they were now.

That's what they needed.

Rachel's eyes looked to Quinn once more, and a question passed between them again.

The final question.

The final boundary.

The last hurdle.

Quinn nodded, and Rachel sank two fingers deep inside the blonde, moaning loudly when Quinn's walls gave slightly, then tightened to accept her inside. Quinn moaned in reply, then followed suit, feeling her own body respond to Rachel's fingers as well as the pleasure she felt from being squeezed by Rachel. They rocked together, only stumbling a few times before finding the perfect pace.

They drove each other higher and higher, and when Rachel curled her fingers, Quinn curled twice. Rachel followed by circling Quinn's clit, which would have made the blonde's knees go weak had she not been kneeling already. They found strength in each other's bodies, and locked eyes as they began trembling. Quinn's triceps quivered, and Rachel's legs began to shake as they sped up, pounding harder, curling deeper, needing to feel more. Needing to reach the precipice as one.

"Quinn," Rachel gasped.

"Oh, yes, Rachel," Quinn moaned. They didn't kiss, but their lips remained inches apart as their hands continued furiously between each other's legs. Rachel looked down between them, saw Quinn's pale wrist moving against her most intimate area, then saw her own fingers disappearing into Quinn and felt a jolt of extreme, white-hot pleasure hit her suddenly.

"So close," Rachel warned. "You, too?"

Their words were broken, and Quinn nodded. Rachel curled her fingers up once, hard, and Quinn began to shudder in her arms. Rachel felt the lightning strike against, and it hit home that time, because she was screaming, moaning, praising Quinn for her efforts and never, ever letting up the thrusting pattern of her own hand until Quinn sank forward, nearly knocking Rachel down with her boneless weight.

Rachel kissed the blonde's sweaty forehead, and didn't move her fingers. She enjoyed the tremors, the gentle pulse around her fingers, and knew that Quinn must have been experiencing the same thing. Rachel waited another few moments, then extracted her fingers, instantly regretting her decision when Quinn whimpered. Quinn followed, causing Rachel to feel the loss for herself, and she sighed gently. They tumbled to the clean sheets, and Quinn mindlessly reached for the blankets to cover them. Rachel giggled and snuggled into the blonde's strong arms, tracing her muscles as Quinn covered them completely.

"Tired already?"

"I'm resting for a second, and then you're in for it," Quinn said, even though her eyes were closed. Rachel prodded further, raking her teeth over the blonde's collarbone. She had never been like this. She was insatiable. She found herself craving Quinn, missing the feel of those long, elegant fingers buried inside her already and fantasizing about the heat of Quinn's mouth even though her body was still recovering from her powerful orgasm.

"Whatever you say," Rachel said.

"I'm not kidding," Quinn replied, opening one eye.

"I'll believe it when it happens, Quinn," Rachel continued.

"You don't want to question my mad skills."

"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, using her acting skills to sound like she didn't believe in Quinn. Like she was questioning her "skills." She wanted to see if it would play to her advantage.

"Keep it up and you won't walk tomorrow."

"That would be an interesting thing to explain to my roommates."

Rachel snuggled deeper into Quinn's embrace, and felt her body tremble when she literally felt the devious smile against her throat.

Quinn chuckled.

"You know, now that you've brought that up, perhaps it's time I remind you that I have two things: an ego and a competitive streak," Quinn taunted.

Rachel's body shuddered.

Quinn's hand moved lower. Within seconds, Rachel felt her still throbbing clit being traced rapidly by skilled, relentless fingers. Rachel whimpered helplessly.

"Quinn?"

"Yes, baby?"

Quinn sounded smug. Rachel felt her legs quiver. She was already building, and she was quite positive that this time, Quinn was determined to break her. But she had to be sure.

"I'm in trouble now, aren't I?"

Quinn nodded.

Rachel had never been so excited to be broken.