A/N: I know. I know. It's been forever. I'm sorry! The next chapter won't take nearly as long, cross my heart! Huge thanks to my beta for dealing with my insecurities and whining about this chapter. Also, thank you to a person who will remain nameless because I'm still pissed at her for being such a bitch, but she helped a lot and deserves the shout out. So thank you...bitch. Hope you guys like it!
Chapter 21: Quick Learner
Quinn slid her hands into the thick, silky brunette hair and pulled Rachel back to her mouth fiercely. She didn't know how long they'd been going like this and she didn't care. Both girls were stripped down to nothing put panties once again, the same place they'd been last time before Leroy popped up to stop them, or stop Rachel really.
Quinn was straddling the diva's legs, letting the full weight of her body rest on the smaller girl. Rachel always made the best sound when she did that. As their tongues played again and again, she relished the feeling of an almost completely naked Rachel writhing beneath her, hot and soft, thrusting up against her as if her body had a mind of its own, demanding Quinn's in return. She had never known such pleasure before with anyone else. Not even close. She hadn't even known it was possible.
Rachel's tongue swept inside her mouth playfully and Quinn seized her chance to suck on it, but released it with a gasp because Rachel had dragged her nails hard down her back.
"I love it when you do that," the brunette mumbled and nipped Quinn's throat just a little harder than usual.
Shivering from the leftover burn on her skin, Quinn brushed the hair away from Rachel's shoulder and promptly returned the bite in kind. The brunette yelped and then giggled, wrapping her arms around Quinn's torso to hold her closer.
Out of nothing more than instinct, desire, and perhaps just pure curiosity, Quinn snaked her hand between them and groaned loudly into Rachel's mouth when she came into contact with the soaking wet cotton.
All for her…
Tentatively…testingly…Quinn used her fingers to rub against the wetness through the fabric. Mewling, Rachel clutched Quinn fiercely and rocked her hips against the touch.
"More."
She had never heard Rachel sound like that before. She was so vulnerable, so utterly wanting, so trusting, so open to anything and everything Quinn would do.
It was then that Quinn suddenly froze and broke out into a cold sweat. She knew just then what they were about to do and now there was a gut wrenching realization that she didn't know howto do what they were going to do!
She'd wanted Rachel sexually for...well for such a really freaking long time now that she let herself admit it, but even in pursuing this relationship, all the heated, intimate moments, she never quite thought it through. She knew what she wanted from Rachel and with Rachel, but it was in this sort of vague and abstract way. It was hard to explain, but she knew the end result desired, that there was supposed to be a release, but the technicalitiesof how to get there? She didn't know! She didn't know anything! How could she make love to Rachel without knowing what to do specifically to please her? Sex with Puck was entirely different (and oh-so brief). She just laid there while he did what he did and then it was over. If it weren't for the soreness the next day and the belly that followed those months, she would have hardly remembered anything about it all. It wouldn't have even existed.
This was all new. This was something she hadn't done before. Puck didn't count - how could something that went on for hardly a minute count in that way? She'd suffered the price, of course, but none of the pleasure.
For all intents and purposes, she really was a virgin here with Rachel now and she was utterly, utterly at a loss. She almost sobbed when the fear washed over her and buried her face against Rachel's neck, hoping to hide there somehow. She didn't want to mess this up! How could she have allowed herself to get this far so blindly?
At that moment she found herself desperately wishing she had listened to more of Santana's crude tales and Brittany's innocent comments about 'sweet lady kisses' instead of blocking them out like the good little Christian girl she was. Her limited knowledge of dry humping came from unwanted experiences with Finn. He couldn't seem to help himself really and before Quinn could even get a chance to protest he would be shouting "Mailman!" and have to run out with a dark stain on his pants. It was absolutely revolting and that had been the extent of her sexual experiences up until now. Puck was one night and some minor kissing in the aftermath when she tried to make it work (stupidly so). Sam had always been kept at arm's length. That was it. Then there was her.
Rachel deserved her first time to be better than just some clumsy, inept fumbling that would inevitably leave them both red-faced with embarrassment. Fearful and ashamed, Quinn moved her hand away, finding a safe place to rest on Rachel's shoulder. She was already trying to plan ahead to figure out how she was going to do this. Was she going to have to watch porn? Oh, God help her, she didn't want to do that. Was there like an instruction manual online or something...?
So lost in her own terrified musings, she didn't notice how Rachel was gently urging her to turn over and laying Quinn down on her back so that she was on top until the sound of her voice softly calling brought her back.
"Quinn...talk to me."
She looked up at Rachel miserably.
Why was she always so stupid? So selfish? So wrong? When was she ever going to do the right thing, for once in her life?
"Is it too much?" Rachel asked nervously. "I-I thought we were on the same page, that you said you were ready, but it's okay if you're not..."
"But I am!" she wailed in frustration, tears close, but not quite there yet.
"Did I push? Oh! I did, didn't I? I wasn't thinking! Quinn, I'm sorry, I only thought you were refusing because of me, but I should have-"
"That's not it!"
Rachel looked at her warily and then her gaze dropped so she was no longer meeting Quinn's eyes. She covered her bare chest with her arms, seeming to want to curl into herself as much as possible. Right then, she could see that sad look of defeat, of shame, washing over the smaller girl. It was the same look she had when the Glee club would collectively try to crush her beneath their heel, the same look she had when Finn would make her feel ashamed of who she was. It was the look Quinn hated more than anything in the world and she had just caused it…again.
"W-well what is it then? Is it me? D-do you not want-"
"Finish that and I just might slap you."
Her eyes widened a bit. "Okayyyy," she said with a hint of exasperation, "then can I perhaps garner a clue here? While admittedly slightly psychic, I do not retain the full ability to read minds. I remind you, I'm very naked and thus extremely vulnerable at the moment so my thoughts will immediately jump to include the worst so please, please say something and save me from all the awful things going through my head now if they're not the truth."
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"I'm scared too."
"I'm afraid I won't be good. I-I-I don't know how...how to do this."
"We'll find out together."
Rachel carefully lay down on top of her, letting their naked bodies meet again, and Quinn swallowed hard. Her hands automatically went to Rachel's back, pulling her in closer, while Rachel smiled at her, stroking Quinn's hair soothingly before tucking it back behind her ear. She looked up into those dark eyes and she saw trust, she saw love, and she saw beauty…such…such beauty.
Could a person like this, like Rachel Berry, truly exist for her?
"But I haven't...I mean, I REALLYdon't know how this works." She struggled to find a way to explain it. How was she going to actually say the words? "I don't know what to do!"
Rachel dropped her lips to the curve of Quinn's collarbone, the light brush of those perfect, plump lips against her skin made Quinn shiver. The brunette sighed and perched her chin on her hand as she looked down at her.
"It's not like I'm experienced in this either," she said tenderly. "Maybe j-just think about what you do when you please yourself and apply it here?"
"That's just it, I-I've never..." Quinn gulped, blushing furiously, unable to finish the sentence.
Realization visibly washed over Rachel's features and she lifted herself up on her arms. Quinn watched her brow go from furrowed sadness to smooth shock.
"Quinn! You mean to tell me that you've never masturbated before?"
"Oh God..." she groaned in humiliation, wanting nothing more than to smother herself with a pillow.
Death was preferable over this.
Quinn had never let herself go there. All the things she had been told as a child in Sunday school, by her mother, by her pastor… It was a sin. It was wrong. You were dirty and evil if you did it. You were a pervert. Pleasure like that could only be experienced in the marital bed, but they'd never even mentioned pleasure – it was always responsibility or duty, a function she was supposed to perform as a wife and nothing more. For all that Quinn tried to let go of what had been so deeply instilled in her, this was still a roadblock. Every time she came close to caving, to letting her hands go there when she was alone in bed after a night, or, God, just a few minutes alone, with Rachel…she couldn't bring herself to do it. All the old adages piled on her again and refused to leave until she either took a cold shower or simply willed herself to sleep.
"I don't... I don't..." Rachel stammered in disbelief. "How have you been coping with all that we've been doing these last few months? I would have died not being able to find release after our extremely heated time together..."
"Y-you do that?" Quinn stammered in amazement. "After we...?"
"Of course! Our encounters always leave me so acutely aroused, it's as if I have no other choice."
She swallowed hard as that sent a lightning bolt to her already throbbing core. Her mind was filled with images of Rachel, her hair mussed and lips swollen from Quinn's kisses, with her hand between her legs…moaning Quinn's name…
"I just assumed that... How have you been able to deal with it then? I would have lost my mind!"
"I dunno," she muttered almost incomprehensibly. "Just with Cheerios practice and cold showers..."
Actually, Quinn couldn't remember the last time she had taken a WARM shower. She'd just gotten so used to needing...
"Cheerios practice?" Rachel echoed with a deep frown. "Please tell me that-"
"The work out, Rach." Quinn smiled despite herself at the brunette's displeasure. "You know, exercise? I would even run suicides with the freshman when I didn't have to. Lots of energy to burn..."
"I see..."
"S-so we should hold off, I think, because I need to find out-"
The diva cut her off with a searing kiss that left Quinn breathless and writhing beneath her.
"We are NOT holding off on anything. But I do want you to promise me something."
"Anything."
She sincerely meant it. In this state, she'd do anything Rachel asked even if it meant stalking Barbra Streisand for weeks just to steal a lock of her hair…
"You need to be able to do that with yourself…please yourself I mean. I understand from my limited knowledge of your conservative upbringing that you've been taught it's a sin, but Quinn, remember how many other things you've been taught to be ashamed of but know now that you shouldn't be?"
"This is so embarrassing," she whined.
"It's only natural. And if it makes you feel better, you can think of it as practice."
"Practice?" Her eyebrow rose curiously.
"You need to know what pleases you, baby, and it'll also teach you how to please me better."
That didn't sound so bad. If it was just practicing for Rachel…she could do that…
"Do you k-know how this..."
Rachel's cheeks went red, but she gave no other sign of embarrassment as she admitted that she had indeed researched it. Quinn laughed heartily and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, pulling her back down again. Despite the tension and humiliation she felt right now, hearing about Rachel doing something so perfectly Rachel was just a delightful distraction and lifted away the heaviness that threatened to crush her.
She was still laughing when lips met hers in a gentle caress, slowly easing away the giggling laughter. Rachel kissed her sweetly, lightly, as though they were starting all over again and hadn't been rolling around in this bed for…however long it'd been by now. It didn't take long for her body to ignite again and the kiss deepened. Rachel slanted her mouth over hers, drawing in Quinn's lips and tongue over and over again with such practiced ease that she found every spot to make Quinn heady with desire in a matter of seconds.
Their hands were traveling again, groping at each other for whatever flesh they could find and wanting even more of it. Rachel was fully on top of Quinn now, nestled between the blonde's legs and Quinn let her legs fall open further and hooked her ankle around Rachel's waist just to feel her more where she so desperately needed.
Rachel pulled back with a shaky breath, chewing on her bottom lip. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dark as she looked to Quinn for permission.
"Is it okay?"
The blonde nodded. "W-will you show me…what you like?" she asked nervously. "H-how you do it, I mean."
Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what you like. I have to know. I'll make you feel good, Rachel. I swear it. I'll do anything. Just show me how.
With a tremulous, but reassuring smile, Rachel slipped her hand between them, taking her time to trail between the valley of Quinn's breasts, sliding across her belly, before dipping down to cup the heat between her legs. They gasped simultaneously, Rachel at feeling the wetness there and Quinn at the shock of how such a simple action caused tremors to course through her entire body. She was bucking into Rachel's hand before she even knew what she was doing, desperate and whining for more of her touch, more pressure, more everything!
Rachel's mouth formed a 'o' shape as she looked down to see the undoubtedly large dark patch on Quinn's underwear. Her fingers were doing something magical, massaging her through the fabric and Quinn felt that pressure coiling low in her stomach.
Did Rachel like it as much as she had? Did it make Rachel feel the same as Quinn had when she got to touch her there? To see the effect she had on her?
Quinn could hardly think straight anymore. She needed something, anything, and she needed it now.
"Rach…"
Without a word or even a glance back up, the brunette shifted away from Quinn and pulled off her panties in one sweeping motion. She didn't have time to feel embarrassed at being so naked because Rachel had slipped her fingers into the wet heat to stroke her. Quinn's hips came off the mattress with a start.
"Oh, Quinn…" the brunette sighed.
She barely heard her. All she could think or feel were Rachel's fingers doing something incredible between her legs. No one had ever touched her like this. Puck had tried, but Quinn just batted him away and said to get on with it.
It...felt…so…good.
Rachel watched the blonde intently, determined to make this as thrillingly pleasurable as possible for Quinn, especially after having just found out how truly sexually repressed her girlfriend was. It wasn't even just about them having this together, sharing this intimacy, but also just to give Quinn the attention and pleasure she deserved to experience, but she nearly lost all composure when Quinn arched her back, her breasts rising into the air, her incredible body stretched out and open before her. Quinn stared wide eyed at the ceiling with her mouth open as if she were in some state of shock, her cheeks a ruddy color that only served to make her that much more beautiful… Rachel had never seen anything so erotic, her hand between Quinn's spread legs, the blonde clutching everywhere she could and never finding the right place. When she left the sheets and brushed her hands over her own breasts with a breathy moan, tossing her head to the side, Rachel thought she might just come right then and there.
No. She had to be good. This had to be good for Quinn. She couldn't bear to let her down, but the throbbing between her legs was growing worse, her nipples were so tight they ached, and she wanted nothing more than to jump on Quinn and ride her for dear life. She wasn't exactly sure how that would work, but it sounded like a really good idea.
God, those should be her hands on her. She should be the one caressing those beautiful breasts, how soft and smooth, before she reached those straining peaks. She should be tasting every inch of her. Rachel's mouth watered at the thought of being able to find out what Quinn really tasted like, she could smell her everywhere…but that was too much too soon. She was getting ahead of herself.
Just take it slow, like you always do with Quinn. You know how. Just take it slow.
Instead Rachel found herself licking and biting at the blonde's trim stomach, tracing the curve of her hips with her mouth. What on earth had Quinn been talking about? What could her body have been like before? She was nothing short of utterly flawless. Was it those faint lines that marked where her belly had swollen once that had Quinn feeling so insecure? How could that possibly be it? Rachel was certain her girlfriend was off her rocker to think something as ludicrously insignificant, barely even NOTICEABLE, as that would make her any less desirable or perfect in her eyes. Instead, she chose to pay special attention to those lines, determined to show Quinn exactly what she thought. The blonde ineffectually tried to pull her away, but Rachel refused, and instead let her free hand make its way back up to palm those utterly perfect globes again, taking the hardened nipples between her fingers just to hear Quinn moan even more.
"Do you want me, Quinn?" she rasped, her voice sounding deeper than she'd ever heard it go.
That was something new. And apparently it had a profound effect on Quinn whose eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as she whimpered out a "yes".
"Tell me."
"I w-want you."
"Just me?"
The brunette licked her lips eagerly, working her fingers a little more quickly now. This was good, talking helped her focus. She could think better, control things more.
"Just you. Always you."
"You feel so amazing, Quinn," she said huskily. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
The blonde just nodded fiercely, thrashing around on the bed a little. Rachel watched her in sheer wonderment, the wetness pooled between her thighs as she saw the effect she was having on this…this gorgeous creature. It was Quinn Fabray, flushed and panting and moaning, all because of her. All because of Rachel.
She knew she would never want anything more than this. There was nothing more than this.
When her thumb brushed against that bundle of nerves again, the blonde suddenly launched upwards and yanked Rachel into her arms so she was straddling Quinn. Lips and tongue crashed together as Quinn kissed Rachel with all she had. Quinn wanted to feel every part of her; she wanted more, so much more. She never knew such wanton greediness such as this. Her hips rocked against the delicious friction Rachel caused as she teased her.
She pulled her roughly back down on the bed with her, Rachel's hand still firmly between her legs.
"Ah!" the brunette gasped and moved just out of reach when Quinn's hands, as if with a mind of their own, caressed her breasts and slipped between Rachel's thighs. "Quinn, stop that!" she said sternly. "I have to concentrate on what I'm doing!"
If she hadn't been so utterly desperate with need right then, Quinn would have had the sense enough to laugh.
"Then do it," she groaned, sliding her hands up and down the smooth, heated flesh of Rachel's back and buried her face in the crook of her neck, sucking hard before letting her tongue and lips take over to taste every inch of that spot.
Rachel moaned and used her free hand to seize Quinn's hair. It was the same spot Quinn had found all those months ago…their very first time together in this bed…and it was still every bit as sensitive as it was then. Rachel's grip was so tight it hurt, but Quinn didn't care, it only spurred her further.
Inside. Inside. Inside.
It was all she could think of. Why was Rachel waiting? She needed more. She needed it now. Quinn had just opened her mouth to beg (yes she was going to beg like her freaking life depended on it) before Rachel pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. Quinn felt herself grounded there, yet falling through at exactly the same time. Their harsh breathing filled the room as there was not another sound to be heard save for the pounding of their hearts. She gave her permission without saying a thing at all, not even a nod of her head, and Rachel tentatively slipped a finger inside of her. She yelped at the feeling of such glorious relief and ground her hips down to match Rachel's gentle thrust.
"Are you-?"
"Don'tstoppleasedon'tstop," she gasped breathlessly.
Her head was a fog of heated desire. She could comprehend nothing more or less than just Rachel, all of Rachel, everything Rachel, her Rachel.
Rachel kissed her neck, her throat, her chest, her breasts, Quinn could feel her everywhere. Her hot mouth was covering every inch of her body and she was inside of her. Finally, she was inside of her!
Rachel leaned her forehead against Quinn's as she pumped her finger slowly in and out of that slick, impossibly burning heat. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, just to watch what this was doing to Quinn. She had to know. She had to see everything. Quinn's hair splayed out across the pink sheets, the way she moaned, filling Rachel with a sensation she didn't fully understand…like this was it, this was everything, just to make her sound that way, just to make her feel like this. Quinn moved restlessly beneath her and Rachel just wanted to hold her even closer, wrap herself around her, and never let go. She'd never been so close to someone like this and yet she wanted more. It would never be enough, but she would never stop trying.
With Rachel's hot breath against her throat, arm wrapped around her back, hand between her legs, Quinn felt herself getting closer to the edge. It just wasn't enough, she wanted to feel more. No sooner had she whimpered than Rachel added a second finger and Quinn groaned with pleasure. She ground her hips down, meeting each gentle thrust with her own.
"Rachel."
The pace increased and soon Quinn was matching every thrust for frenzied thrust. As Rachel went deeper and deeper with every stroke, Quinn felt the delicious pressure building within her, threatening to explode from between her legs to every corner of her body, to the very tips of her fingers. Her body screamed for release, flooding her with a fervent desperation through her veins, burning and tugging at her incessantly. It wanted to come out; it wanted to burst through, so close she could feel it. But it kept slipping away.
Rachel was whispering hotly against her ear.
"Breathe, baby, breathe - let it happen."
So close…
She didn't even know what she was close to! It was just something there, something she had to reach and fall over the edge. She twined her arms around Rachel's waist and with every thrust the blonde gave, Rachel used her hips to return it, driving her even deeper into Quinn. She buried her face in the crook of Rachel's neck, wanting to be closer, to breathe her in, to taste her. The tan skin beneath her lips was hot to the touch, feverish, as Quinn sucked hard before sinking her teeth down. Rachel whimpered and she swung her head around, desperately searching for Quinn's mouth, which she obligingly offered.
Their tongues played for a moment before Rachel got the better of her and swept deep inside. Quinn moaned at the taste of her.
So much of Rachel. So much. Never enough.
God, she didn't know what she was doing, what she was feeling; she only wanted more of it.
She could taste her, feel her, faster, Rach, ohgodplease, faster, harder, fuck me!
Had she said that out loud?
Quinn breathed her in deeply and when Rachel curled her fingers upward, hitting this place…everything shattered in a blinding white heat. She lost control as it ripped through her body, hitting every corner and crevice, every nerve ending, even places she didn't know could be touched. Then it was over and she was left wonderfully trembling, her body a mass of jelly. She didn't think it would ever be the same again.
So many thoughts raced through her head, she couldn't make out any but one that repeated itself the most.
So that's what it's supposed to be like.
A thousand miles away, she felt herself drifting in this state of utter bliss, where nothing existed but this feeling, this…this…this peace…yet for as far away from this earth as she was, she could still feel her. Rachel's scent surrounded her, their legs entwined, her warm, naked body pressed against hers, her breasts against her stomach, her hand in her hair, softly stroking, while the other continued to explore her body in a light caress. Up and down again, circling her hip, tracing up her side, between the valley of her breasts, the line of her jaw…
"Quinn?" her voice beckoned to her softly, helping her float back down and anchor her once again.
She could barely manage a nonsensical sound of reply, just to let Rachel know she'd heard her. Speech wasn't coming back yet. Neither was much else.
"Are you okay?"
She struggled to make her eyes focus and when she did, there was the glowing, beautiful, and very worried face of Rachel Berry before her.
"What?" she managed to gasp out, still breathing hard. Her heart hadn't calmed down yet either. "W-what are you…what?"
It wasn't until the brunette reached out and wiped away the tears that had slipped out of the corner of her eyes that Quinn understood what she was saying. She had no idea she'd been crying.
"Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
Quinn didn't bother to fight the giggles that bubbled up inside her. She just tilted her head back happily and carefree, letting it all come loose.
"That was…that was so…" she swallowed thickly and looked back at the brunette who still had a furrowed brow of concern, "I love you, Rachel Berry…more than I'll ever love anyone."
"So you're okay?" she pressed anxiously. "You feel okay? Your head doesn't hurt?"
Quinn wondered if she had even heard her at all.
Oh, but that was her Rachel. Silly Rachel. Perfectly Rachel.
Everything was just…stars. Gold stars, everywhere. Was that what she had needed for so long? 'Cause it felt like she'd found it - whatever 'it' was.
If someone offered her a million dollars to stop grinning right this second, she wouldn't have been able to do it.
"I'm…perfect."
Sighing with relief, Rachel dropped her head for a moment before looking back up with her signature mega-watt smile.
"Did Quinn Fabray just have her very first orgasm?"
"She did," Quinn purred delightedly. "And Rachel Berry gave it to her."
"Well, wasn't that nice of her?"
"I'd like to think she enjoyed it a little bit too."
"I think she might have."
As Rachel had watched Quinn orgasm, brought there by her and only her, she knew she had found a new passion that rivaled even her love of singing. What she wouldn't give to just be able to do this over and over again, to watch as she wound Quinn up and sent her into a freefall, to make her plummet over the edge again and again and again, each time better than the last. She found herself more determined than ever to be the perfect student and master this; what was valedictorian compared to this? What was History, Math, Science, English, compared to this? She'd give it all up just to study Quinn Fabray for the rest of her life and it would prove to be far more useful and worthwhile than any of those other things.
"Rachel?"
She broke away from her musings to see a wicked gleam in those hazel eyes that both frightened and excited her.
"Q-Quinn?"
"My turn."
The diva didn't have a chance to respond before Quinn had rapidly flipped them over, having regained her strength in the last few minutes, and it was as though she had even more energy than before. She gasped when her back slammed against the mattress so hard, they bounced slightly.
Then there was a hot mouth against her skin, a tongue laving over what felt like everywhere. Quinn sucked and licked at her breasts and she could do little else but hold on for dear life as this fierce blonde tigress took over. Rachel could have sworn she heard a growl.
It was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.
Her core throbbed maddeningly as Quinn continued her merciless onslaught against Rachel's body, seemingly determined to find and mark ever inch of it with her hands, lips, tongue, and even teeth.
Rachel had never been so utterly turned on her life. Her thighs were slick as she soaked through her underwear. Her hips had a mind of their own, grinding and thrusting against Quinn in any place she could find purchase.
Oh, God.
It was so hard and so fast, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Pleasure was building rapidly inside her, a storm about to unleash, and just as she felt herself beginning to crest, Quinn slowed, and the release that had just been encroaching, fell away.
Rachel had never so seriously and calculatingly considered murder before in her life. She was plotting her beautiful girlfriend's untimely death for being so cruel when she finally met those hazel, gold flecked eyes. There was no smirk, no raised eyebrow, nothing to indicate that she was teasing Rachel for the sake of tormenting her. It was just Quinn, looking at her, into her, through her. She knew then that it wasn't a tease, it wasn't Quinn messing around; it was Quinn…loving her. Sweet, soft lips melted against hers in a languid kiss where they licked and touched every place their mouths had to offer.
She'd never been kissed by anyone the way Quinn kissed her. Her first. Her always. Such love poured from within, Rachel curled her arms around the blonde and held her close just so that Quinn could feel it too, feel everything that was radiating out from her, so that Rachel could give it into her.
There would never be anyone she loved more than Quinn Fabray.
Oh. Had Quinn said the same before? She did. It hadn't registered at first because Rachel was so panicked by seeing those tears, but the utterly orgasmic look on Quinn's face had quelled her fears. Finally, she had gotten something right.
"I want to feel you," Quinn murmured huskily against her ear.
Rachel felt the words streak to her throbbing center.
With a surprisingly steady hand, she took Quinn's and slid it down between them until both of their hands rested against the wet apex at Rachel's thighs.
Be my first. Take me. Love me. I trust you.
Quinn swallowed thickly; the expression on her face was something torn between arousal, fear, and pure wonder. Rachel understood all too well. She felt it too.
She touched her tentatively at first, like she had before, just barely stroking the soaked material of her panties. Rachel whined and thrust her hips purposefully so Quinn would get the hint.
When Rachel pushed against her eagerly, Quinn bit her bottom lip so fiercely, she almost drew blood. That hesitation, the fear she felt earlier, had been cast aside as something else took over inside of her. Running on pure adrenaline, desire, need…she wanted Rachel and her brain went on autopilot. It didn't matter that she didn't know exactly what she was doing, only that she was going to do it. Everything was about instinct…instinct and what Rachel had shown her.
The fear hadn't vanished though. It was still there, but now there was a fiery, primal urge overriding it that Quinn had never experienced before. She had always been able to feign confidence and did so with startling ease. Maybe it was because of the way she was raised. Quinn wasn't confident, but she had to be. So she put on a damn good show. Even if she didn't feel that way, everyone would think it, and wasn't that just as good as confidence itself? But this…this lack of doubt…this lack of fear…she'd never known this. There was no thinking, no forced façade, no way to protect herself. There was just need.
She needed Rachel. To please Rachel, make Rachel come, make Rachel hers, take everything, give everything, please her, fuck her, love her.
When Quinn slipped her hand into the slick, heated folds, she couldn't help but moan. Feeling how impossibly wet Rachel was, touching her where no one else had ever touched her (or would ever touch her if she had anything to say about that), it struck up her own desire again and the bundle of nerves between her legs was throbbing again as though she hadn't just found release a few minutes ago.
How was that even possible? To be so turned on again so soon? To feel like she needed to…again…already?
Rachel whimpered and Quinn immediately crawled back up the bed to find her mouth and cover her with kisses anywhere she could. She laved over her breasts with the utmost care, roughing those pebbled points lightly with her teeth and Rachel made the sexiest sound. It wasn't exactly a moan, but something guttural and needy, something Quinn would do anything to hear again.
She always tasted so good, sweet in the same places, salty in the others, and Quinn would lap it all up every time. She wanted every inch of that body touched by her, marked by her, loved by her. Rachel would be loved in every way possible, inside AND out.
She'd never thought she could be so addicted to something before and here she was…freely admitting that she, Quinn Fabray, was addicted to Rachel Berry, addicted the way Rachel felt beneath her, addicted to the way Rachel made her feel, addicted to this crazy, impossible, maddening, glorious girl that she never wanted to stop touching.
As her fingers stretched and stroked and explored that uncharted territory, Quinn paid close attention to the sounds the diva made, which action made her whimper, which place made her moan, which stroke had her hips bucking off the mattress…she wanted to know it all. She had to know it all.
"R-Rachel?"
"I'm ready," she nodded breathlessly, locking eyes with Quinn.
The blonde sucked in a harsh breath at the sight. Rachel was laid out before her, her lips swollen and perfect from Quinn's kisses, her hair mussed and glorious as it went every which way across the pillows, her light brown eyes nearly black with desire…desire for Quinn. She was so beautiful it made her want to cry. This dark haired beauty was hers.
As she kissed her, Quinn gently slid one of her fingers inside and groaned. Rachel was so hot and tight around her, it was like her body was clamping down on her, keeping her in. Without even thinking about it, Quinn straddled Rachel's leg and as she gently pumped in and out of her, her own hips rocked simultaneously against the brunette's thigh, matching each movement. As she looked down into those darkened eyes, Quinn never knew a more beautiful sight. She was making love to Rachel Berry, this stunning, magnificent girl…the girl she wanted to spend the rest of her life with…
Rachel heard Quinn moan as they moved together. She couldn't believe this was happening. Quinn was inside of her, sucking on her throat, her tongue was there and everywhere. A flush came over her as her body burned with what Quinn was doing to her. There it was again; she could feel the pressure coil, the ripples of pleasure, winding higher, but it was too far away. More. Always more.
Quinn wondered when had her life turned around enough to give her this. What had she done to deserve such happiness, to deserve such a rare gift? She didn't. But here it was. Would it go away? No. She wouldn't let it. If this was something given to her, she was damn well going to keep it.
When Rachel mewled pleadingly, it was like Quinn had heard her say the words. Another finger filled her and Rachel threw her head back with a hiss of "oh God yes…". Quinn was moving faster now and Rachel opened her legs shamelessly to allow her the deepest access possible. Her hands sought out every place she could reach on Quinn's body. Her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her hips, and when she gripped her ass, helping Quinn move harder against her, the blonde gasped with an appreciative moan.
Rachel didn't know which way was up, down, sideways, anywhere, anything. She just knew that there was Quinn and Quinn inside of her and Quinn making love to her, and such…such pleasure she'd never felt before. She could feel herself reaching that breaking point, it was almost there; was Quinn there too? Their bodies moved together with such fervor, almost as if they were trying to climb inside each other. Rachel heard herself cry out or was that Quinn or was it both of them?
Fall inside me…stay there…always…
Rachel whimpered and moaned, writhing beneath Quinn madly, so she knew the girl had to be close. Her wrist hurt and her arm was aching, but she didn't care, Quinn thrust her fingers harder, trying to make them go as deep as possible, stretching her, feeling her. Every sound Rachel made, every movement, only spurred Quinn closer to her own release. She couldn't think, she could only feel, and feel she did.
Then all of a sudden, Rachel's hands left Quinn's hips and she groped around searchingly with an almost frustrated whine. Quinn looked to her wonderingly and at the wide eyed expression of unadulterated need, she just somehow understood. With her other hand, Quinn seized Rachel's, interlocking their fingers. Palm against palm, flesh against flesh, body against body, love against love, Rachel tumbled over the edge and with one last, trembling rock of her own hips, Quinn followed her down.
IloveyouDon'teverleavemeIloveyouDon'teverleavemeIloveyou.
That's all they heard in the silence.
"I have never been so relaxed in my life..."
"Hmm..." Quinn agreed, "Me neither."
They were lying side by side, every inch of them touching as Quinn had hooked her hand behind Rachel's knee and pulled it securely over her hip so their legs could be tangled up with each other. Rachel used Quinn's arm as a pillow and wrapped around the blonde's waist, stroking the smooth skin of her back, ghosting up and down the length of her spine and between her shoulder blades. Quinn never stopped smiling at her, only breaking now and then to bite her lower lip shyly. She had her hands threaded in Rachel's hair, stroking over and over again as though she couldn't get enough of the feeling.
They couldn't take their eyes off each other. Not for sleep, not for anything.
"Did that really just happen?" she whispered. "I'm not going to wake up, am I?"
"If it was just a dream…it was the best dream I've ever had."
"I don't want it to be just a dream. It's too cruel."
Quinn brushed her lips against Rachel's forehead before staring back into her eyes purposefully. "It wasn't a dream."
"Good," she sighed blissfully and snuggled in closer so their noses were touching now. "Because it was perfect."
"Rachel…" Quinn started out nervously and then blushed, which made her all the more endearing to the brunette. "I think…I think I…"
But she couldn't bring herself to say it, so she just blushed even more, her cheeks a brilliant red by now. Yet, she didn't have to. Rachel knew what she was trying to say.
"You came with me?"
"Yeah," Quinn replied hoarsely with a quick nod, relieved that she didn't have to voice it. "Is that…is that normal? How many times can we…"
"As many times as we can hold out for," Rachel giggled. "It's called multiple orgasms, Quinn, one of the few perks we females enjoy and I think we're going to discover just what a glorious thing it can be."
"So if we do it…again…I could…?"
"You want to go again?"
If it were possible, Quinn turned even redder as she fidgeted. "I didn't mean that! I only wanted to know if-"
Rachel giggled some more, gathering the embarrassed blonde in her arms and kissed her burning cheek. "I know what you meant. I'm teasing you, love."
"S-so in theory, we could just…never stop? We could keep going?"
"Well," she cocked her head to the side as she ruminated on it, "we might have to stop for food and rest at some point, but yes, in theory, we could keep going until one or both of us pass out from sheer sensory overload…or perhaps just exhaustion."
Quinn's tongue darted out to wet her lips and Rachel found herself mesmerized by that perfect pink tongue that worked such magic in her mouth. The blonde had this…predatory look on her face, like she was imagining just that very idea and it had Rachel breathing harder already, squirming with how much it turned her on.
"W-well if you plan on trying for such a strenuous goal," Rachel said, feeling strangely nervous, "you had better start building up that stamina, Fabray."
"Hey! I'm Captain of the Cheerios - or at least I was - I have PLENTY of stamina!"
At that, they both burst out laughing.
"I think everyone was right about us," Quinn said lazily as they calmed down once more and absently dragged her lips across Rachel's shoulder.
"Right about what?" she asked curiously.
"We did just need to get laid," she shrugged, wrinkling her nose as she said it. "Celibacy Club was killing us."
The diva was in the middle of a most indignant protesting rant about how insulting and sexist that was when Quinn suddenly disappeared from her sight and ducked down to settle her head between Rachel's thighs.
"W-what are you doing?" Her eyes widened.
Quick grinned up at her wolfishly. "I think I need to work a little harder to get you to relax."
Rachel yelped and fisted the sheets in awe.
"Oh, God," she gasped. "Lindsay was right, you are a quick learner."
Quinn had to laugh at that.
What felt like hours later, Rachel collapsed on top of Quinn in a breathless, heaving, boneless mass. She was doing everything she could to fight sleep at this point. Her body had both reached and surpassed the point of exhaustion, but it was a wonderful feeling.
"Okay..." Rachel admitted, panting, as she lay against Quinn's shoulder, "maybe we did just need to…get laid."
She said it so awkwardly, that Quinn giggled. Words like that just didn't fit in Rachel Berry's mouth - it was like her tongue was trying to make some foreign sounds it couldn't wrap itself around. Quinn looped her arms around low on Rachel's back and held her there contentedly. She loved the feeling of Rachel's weight so full and settled on her like this. It was like it comforted something inside her she didn't even understand. Quinn trailed her finger lightly over the sensitive skin there, tracing a line just above the smooth curve of Rachel's buttocks.
God, she'd known her girlfriend had a great ass before, but now…she had a newfound appreciation for Rachel's ass. Also her breasts. She really, really loved Rachel's breasts. She was a total pervert honestly, wanting nothing more than to keep touching Rachel wherever and whenever she could. Turns out she was a lot of things now that she didn't think she was before.
"I feel like if Mr. Schuester tried to give away one of my solos right now, I wouldn't care."
"That won't last," Quinn scoffed, "but maybe you won't be as scary about it."
"I'll just plan a closet session with you later to work out the excess frustration."
"Sounds heavenly."
"Oh, Quinn!" Rachel sighed. "That was darling. Am I turning you into a romantic?"
"Whatever you want me to be, I will be," she said sincerely.
"I want you to be you."
"Then maybe I am turning into a bit of a romantic. After all…if you can do things like that to me…"
"I'm that good, huh?"
"Better."
"I knew I would be," she said confidently.
"You did not! You were just as much of a wreck as I was."
"Nu-uh!" she protested. "I may have been nervous, but I'm passionate, artistic, extremely in touch with my emotions, not to mention multi-talented, Quinn. Why wouldn't this be an area I excel in?"
"You are such a liar. You were terrified."
Rachel bit her lip fiercely before relenting at last. "Ohhhh…fine. I was! B-but you swear I was good?"
"I don't exactly have much to compare it to…" she teased.
"It's more than I do," she mumbled.
Quinn tightened her arms around her. "You're incredible. I…I can't imagine anything better," she said shyly.
"I don't think there is anything better," Rachel whispered back.
Quinn kissed her sweetly, the light touch acted almost as a healing balm on their abused, swollen lips. Then the two fell asleep, thoroughly exhausted, but with the largest smiles on their faces, wrapped up in each other.
Rachel woke to something buzzing incessantly. There was something soft tickling her nose and it took several blinks before she realized what it was – blonde hair. She had buried her face against the back of Quinn's neck, the silky fair locks fell across her face. Rachel breathed in deeply with an enormous smile. Quinn always smelled so good, she didn't wear perfume, so it was always this light, clean flowery scent that she was sure was a mixture of shampoo and something just Quinn. Rachel was spooning her, her arm wrapped around Quinn's stomach while her entire body was firmly curled against her. Quinn didn't seem to mind in the least, her hand was on Rachel's, trying to keep her there even in sleep. The diva lifted her head slightly and saw that it was still light out from what she could see streaming through the corners of the blinds.
There was that annoying buzzing sound again. Rachel carefully slipped her arm away from Quinn and she had almost gotten free when the blonde whined, shifting restlessly, and pulled Rachel back against her. Quinn had no intention of letting her go.
Rachel pressed a reassuring kiss below the hairline of her neck. "Just for a minute," she murmured. "I'll be right back."
She wasn't entirely sure if Quinn was awake or not, but after another restless shift, or a grunt of annoyance, Rachel couldn't tell which, Quinn released her. She rolled away from the warmth and instantly regretted it. How could she possibly leave that embrace, so warm and safe nestled against her lover?
She smiled giddily to herself.
Lover! She had a lover! And it wasn't just any lover, it was Quinn Fabray! The Quinn Fabray! Beautiful, strong, brilliant, amazing, Quinn Fabray – the girl she loved more than anything.
For a second, she forgot about the buzzing and was about to roll back and take Quinn into her arms again so neither of them could ever leave, but there it was again. With a growl, she leaned down off the side of the bed, groping around on the floor, her hand hit her bag, and she fumbled a bit before finally reaching the source of their rude interruption.
It surprised her how sore she was, in places other than just between her legs. Muscles she was certain she rarely used or didn't even know existed, were protesting loudly, making their presence obstinately known now. Her morning elliptical workouts had not prepared her for an active sex life. She wondered if there was some sort of exercise regimen she could plot out that would keep up her cardio as well as strengthen her…what to call it…sex muscles? That sounded absurd, even to her.
Perhaps the best way to build those muscles was to engage in the act itself…as often as possible. Yes, that sounded right. Just have sex with Quinn as often as possible and those muscles wouldn't be protesting as much after a while. Rachel had just set herself quite determinedly on this new plan when she saw what was on the screen of her cell and a loud gasp escaped her.
"Wha-what is it? What happened?" Quinn mumbled, trying to wake herself up as she flung herself across the bed to curl against Rachel's back this time, nuzzling into her shoulder, closing any distance between them with such determination it was as though those few moments apart had been a year.
"It's Dad," Rachel said forlornly and fell back onto the pillow with a sigh.
The blonde didn't really seem to register what she said. Actually, she thought Quinn had just fallen back asleep, but then she spoke again.
"What about your Dad?"
"He'll be home in an hour."
Rachel felt the other girl stiffen against her. They both knew what that meant.
Time to go.
"Oh," was all Quinn said.
"Yeah."
"I guess…I guess I should get dressed then…"
She was already sliding away from her when Rachel instinctively reached out and pulled her back into her arms.
"No, don't go," she breathed, resting against Quinn's forehead. "Please, don't go."
"I don't want to," her voice soft and helpless, "but I'm…I'm not allowed…"
"Then just not yet; we still have time."
Rachel knew how needy she sounded and she would have felt ashamed for it had Quinn not seemed to feel the same. The way the blonde had her arms wrapped securely around her, her eyes shut, how she melted into Rachel's embrace… Quinn didn't want this moment to end either.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Rachel knew she wasn't just talking about right now.
"You promise?"
Quinn reached behind her to pry away one of Rachel's hands that had such a tight hold on her and brought it up to her chest. She placed Rachel's palm right over the bare, warm skin above her breast and covered it with her own.
"I can't go anywhere."
She had put Rachel's hand right over her heart.
The brunette could feel it fluttering wildly beneath her fingers. Her brain had to catch up with her body because she had rolled on top of Quinn's naked body, heated flesh meeting heated flesh once again in the most exciting, nerve awakening feeling, kissing her deeply, before knowing she had moved at all.
"Make love to me."
Rachel steeled herself for a response of something like "it's too risky," "we don't have time," or "I really should go," but instead Quinn gave a strained moan and the brunette found herself flat on her back in a matter of seconds, lips, hands, and tongue running over her in a flurry of pleasure.
They were still kissing each other, still touching each other as though it was their last chance, by the time Leroy gave Rachel their traditional ten minute call. That is, a ten minute warning call, which usually meant that Rachel got the chance to straighten up the house or put the finishing touches on whatever meal she had planned for her father's homecoming. Never had it been so aptly used before. Even as Rachel was trying to get off the phone with Leroy, Quinn was still attached to her from behind, kissing her neck as though she hadn't already been for hours, as though she would never stop.
Rachel pressed her girlfriend up against the front door instead of letting her out and Quinn didn't mind one bit.
"You have to go," she whined and yet still kept kissing her.
"I do. I have to go." Quinn nodded, kissing her back just as passionately.
"Tomorrow is too far away. I won't survive it."
"I'll die first."
"No! You can't! You have to be the strong one. I die first."
"Let's just grow old and die together – at exactly the same time."
Rachel frowned. "Like a joint suicide?"
Quinn huffed exasperatedly. "I was thinking more along the lines of fate…"
"Oh!" She lit up happily. "I like that much better. Fate."
"We were fated."
"So…tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
"Don't die first."
"I promise if you promise."
"I think having sex has caused us to lose some brain function. We're being ridiculous."
"Can too many orgasms make you stupid?"
"Just look at Puck."
Quinn threaded her fingers into Rachel's hair for what must have been the hundredth time that day and just held her there. She didn't seem to have heard what Rachel said about Puck, she was looking at her too intently. Rachel could feel her knees going weak under those blazing hazel eyes that penetrated places she didn't think could be touched. She leaned on Quinn for support, which the blonde was, steady and unyielding as she held on to her, keeping her standing.
"I don't want to go, Rachel," Quinn whispered.
"Then stay," she urged, not caring how needy she sounded. She was needy! "Stay right here."
"I love you so much."
Quinn kissed her fiercely and all too quickly because then she was gone. Rachel felt the cool air against her face as the door closed. Already she felt cold and empty without that girl in her arms. Could she really survive till tomorrow? Would she wake and discover this was all just a dream? Would anything change?
Please…please don't let this go away.
It didn't.
Tomorrow came all too slowly, but the second Quinn was back in her arms, she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding since the blonde walked out the door. It didn't vanish. Quinn didn't run away. Quinn was there. Solid and warm and wonderful and kissing her.
Then Rachel changed her mind. Separation wouldn't kill her, but happiness just might.