Challenge Number… are we even counting anymore?
"Are you really sure you want to get rid of this? You might need it," Rachel asked, extremely last minute after both she and Quinn had closed the doors of the car she was referring to.
"Positive," Quinn responded, putting it in drive for a little emphasis, "You know as well as I do that it'll be more hassle than help."
"I know," Rachel said as she put her seatbelt on in a ridiculously adorable, flirtatious manner. She had leaned over a little too much and nudged her shoulder against Quinn's.
After having to wake up much earlier and far more often than she would ever want to on her very much anticipated days off following her return from New Hampshire simply to move her car so that it wouldn't be towed, Quinn decided it was time to bring it back to Ohio. There it could sit in her mother's driveway where no one would have to think about it. Selling it was out of the question at the moment; she wasn't entirely ready for that yet. So, with a week and a half left before her new job began, she decided that a road trip was in order and who better to invite than her girlfriend who also happened to be from Ohio. Not only would she be able to spend more time with her, but they would have a reason not to spend too much time at her mother's house and quite possibly never have to encounter her father. Besides, Rachel had some things she needed to bring back home… and Quinn wanted to see the Berry Men again.
"Thanks for coming with me," Quinn took a moment before pulling out into the steady W. 125th St. traffic.
"It's prolonging our nonstop time together," Rachel smiled, grabbing Quinn's hand and kissing her knuckles.
"You realize that's never really going to end, right?" Quinn playfully rolled her eyes then turned to check for a clearing in the traffic flow.
"That's not guaranteed," Rachel replied with her usual humbleness that Quinn had learned from her fathers hadn't always been the usual with Rachel.
"Puh-lease!" Quinn turned back to look at Rachel who was fiddling with her fingers, "You're going to barely get two notes out and they're going to be begging you to be in the show. And the featured female role is like, made for you. You read the book-"
"Quinn," Rachel pleaded quietly.
"Rach," Quinn replied in the same tone, but followed it with a flirtatious smile rather than an unsure grin and just as she was going to say something that was for sure going to get her at least a kiss an angry horn blasted through the moment. Just as angry, Quinn turned away from Rachel to look out of her side mirror. There she found a car waiting for her to pull out in front of it. Clearly they wanted her spot because no one would wait that long just to let someone someone merge; not in New York City at least.
"Yeah, fuck you, too!" Quinn yelled as she also threw up a certain finger and merged onto 125th Street. Sure enough, the Smart car scooted right into the spot she had been occupying. "Stupid car," Quinn mumbled as she rolled to a stop at the following intersection.
"Oh yeah, you're definitely making the right decision to get rid of this," Rachel said through a laugh and tapped Quinn's thigh.
"What?" Quinn turned to Rachel, clueless as to why she'd said that, until Rachel looked back towards the Smart car, then back to Quinn, "Ooooh! That… yeah, four years of Boston driving. Good people, very angry drivers."
"Yeah, sure," Rachel deadpanned, "We're switching halfway."
"Pssht… whatever," Quinn held up her hand then noticed that the light turned green, "Can you just press start?"
"Oh, if you get all road rage-y with me… you know, I don't know what, but things won't be pretty," Rachel huffed, crossed her arms and shifted so that her back was up against the door.
"But you're always pretty," Quinn pouted, then immediately sensed Rachel's huffiness, "And you're totally getting cast because you're amazing." She looked over quickly and saw Rachel's face turning red.
"Take a right at the river," Rachel said quietly, "Then a left on one-thirty-third… then I think it's a right then merge?"
"Okay, Rach, I promise not to get road rage-y with you if you promise not to confuse me with your navigation skills," Quinn said it in the kindest way she could which included a laugh somewhere in the middle.
"Perhaps I should plug this in so that Siri can tell you," Rachel scrunched up her nose and stuck out her bottom lip as she nodded her head, "And I'm DJing this half."
"You're the cutest," Quinn looked over from her gaze at the traffic light she'd stopped for. She loved the way that Rachel would roll her eyes whenever she said things like that to her. It was much better than looking at the top of her head.
"Turn left onto West One-Hundred-Thirty-Third Street, then in point two miles turn right to merge ont North."
"SEE! Right then merge!" Rachel gestured to the middle of the dashboard as if that was where the directions were coming from.
"You're also the sexiest," Quinn popped up her eyebrows twice then turned the car left onto 133rd St.
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Not long after they'd crossed the New Jersey border into Pennsylvania, Rachel decided that she'd had enough of Quinn's driving. Well, she'd probably decided sometime in Jersey, but Quinn was far too busy getting angry at all of New Jersey's drivers to notice. Rachel politely requested that Quinn take the nearest exit so that they could switch which Quinn not-so-poitely responded to, an action she quickly regretted. It resulted in Rachel not speaking to her for two more grueling exits, then quite firmly commanding her to take the third exit and pull into the most immediate parking lot.
Approximately a hundred and fifty miles later, Quinn was happy she'd let Rachel take over even though with the nothingness they were constantly surrounded by she'd concluded that her road rage would have subsided eventually. However, had she still been driving, she'd never get to enjoy the amazing view of Rachel's legs… of course she wore a dress. Rachel was probably the only person Quinn knew that was more comfortable in a dress than sweatpants. Not that Quinn was complaining… actually she was more contemplating…
"How many more miles to the hotel?" Rachel looked over from the road for a second.
"Umm…" Quinn's eyes lingered on Rachel's inner thigh for a moment.
"Hun?" Rachel looked over again.
"Guuhh…" Quinn snapped her head up and looked at her phone, "Twenty-seven miles."
"Enjoying the Pennsylvania countryside?" Rachel laughed a little.
"You could say that," Quinn answered as she side glanced back to Rachel's legs… or more what was between them. She then started to wonder how opposed Rachel would be to a little… road fun.
Perhaps some water should be tested.
Quinn ever so slowly moved her arm from the center console until her finger tips were touching Rachel's skin. She looked up and caught Rachel giving her a smirk, then rolling her eyes towards the road. She pushed a little further, letting her whole hand land on the top of Rachel's thigh.
Rachel let her get all the way under the skirt of her dress before she said, "You can't wait twenty minutes?"
"Can you?" Quinn retorted after sneaking one of her fingers to Rachel's underwear.
Clearly ignoring the fact that she was turned on, Rachel pressed on, "Actually, I don't see why we aren't driving straight through? Why waste money on a hotel room for a night?"
Defeated, Quinn huffed, "Because ten hours is too much even for the two of us and we left too late today to keep going. And for the next few days after this, we aren't going to be getting very much alone time."
"True…"
"And I know you've always wanted to spend a night in a random hotel in the middle of Pennsylvania!" Quinn joked, picking up the hand that Rachel had just switched off of the wheel and kissing it.
She giggled and looked over briefly, "Fine."
"And I can't get my money back," Quinn added in for good measure.
"And it's another day that you don't have to see your mother," Rachel added her two-cents into the pile.
"That, too," Quinn laughed off the comment, hoping that was the end of it.
"You know, I don't see why you're so averse to seeing her. Your father I get, but you've said that your mother isn't so bad," of course that wasn't the end of it.
Quinn knew that a conversation about her mother was going to be necessary at some point in this drive, she was hoping it was going to be in the second half, after all of the sex they were undoubtedly going to have in the hotel.
But alas, here it was, the Mom Talk.
"Does she not know about… you?" Rachel started before Quinn could even come up with a way to.
"No… I mean… that's not it," this was already going swimmingly…
"So she knows?"
"Rach?"
"I'm sorry, really. I just," Rachel sighed and shrugged, "I don't want to sound like a jerk, but it's hard for me to understand unsupportive parents."
"I know," Quinn replied, not feeling that Rachel sounded rude for expressing it. It made sense, just like it was difficult for Quinn to grasp how supportive Rachel's dad were, "Take this exit."
"Clearfield?" Rachel put on her turn signal once Quinn nodded and got off of I-80. "Is it that one?" she asked pointing ahead of them once they were on the road.
"Yeah."
"Don't think you're off the hook just because we're here, we're talking about this," Rachel said after she'd put the car in park in a spot not far from the main entrance to the hotel.
"I didn't think I was," Quinn chuckled lightly then got out of the car.
"Good," Rachel sent a playful scowl over the roof of the car and Quinn couldn't help but laugh because she knew Rachel had to prop herself up on her tip toes in order for her to have seen her entire face. A real scowl appeared on Rachel's face then the pouty/smirk, "And thanks for getting the bags, babe," she added as she started walking towards the entrance.
Quinn continued to laugh as she rounded the car and pressed the button on the overhang above her license plate to open the trunk. The smile that was leftover remained through taking Rachel's rolling suitcase and her own duffel bag out all the way to the door where she could see Rachel sitting with her legs crossed in an armchair. As the doors slid open, she started laughing again.
"What is wrong with you?" Rachel crossed her arms around her midsection, "You know, you look absolutely ridiculous."
"And you look absolutely adorable," Quinn laughed for a little longer, then bit down her lower lip as her eyes lingered on her girlfriend, who was now blushing and rolling her eyes. "C'mon," Quinn nodded towards the desk and after a tiny huff, Rachel followed her.
Quinn had booked a room with a king sized bed and all of the average fixin's of a hotel room, nothing really all that special, but their friendly concierge upgraded them. For free. They didn't need the fridge, microwave, stovetop, sofa and love seat, or 47" inch television, but who turns down a free upgrade? No one, that's who.
"This is completely excessive for one night," Rachel exclaimed as soon she walked into their room… rooms; there were two separate rooms.
"I wasn't going to say no," Quinn said as she wheeled and dragged the bags into the bedroom.
"I wouldn't have either," Rachel admitted. She belly flopped onto the giant bed, then turned onto her side, propped up her head and said, "I'm just saying, perhaps a lot of this space is going to go unused…"
"Oh really?" Quinn quirked up her eyebrow and smirked, then started to crawl onto the bed.
"After we finish our previous discussion," Rachel added, sitting up.
Quinn let out a heavy sigh, "Oh yeah, just the thing I want to discuss before we h-"
"That will not be the last thing we talk about before things get intimate," Rachel interrupted her with a huff, "Besides, we need dinner before that happens, it's four o'clock in the afternoon."
"Fine, Rach… ask away."
"So, your mother knows that you're attracted to women?" Rachel asked in this way that sort of sounded like she really didn't know what else to ask.
"Yeah," Quinn answered and because she figured Rachel shouldn't actually have to ask questions, she elaborated, "She isn't super cool about it, but she did say that she was proud of me when I told her. My Mom is a good person, she just doesn't really understand."
"Mm, I get that," Rachel said and looked at Quinn to go on.
"Since my parents split up, she has gotten better. She never would have told me she was proud of me if she was still with my father. Not a chance. Actually," a thought that had never crossed her mind before now for some reason hit her, "I don't think I would have even come out to her if she was still with him."
Once it was out she stopped talking and mulled over what she'd just admitted for a few moments. How had she never realized that before this moment? She could remember doing it as if it had happened only a few minutes before. When she had first started dating Becca, the thought to tell anyone but Santana and Brittany about it never crossed her mind. It didn't make an appearance in her brain until a picture of them landed on Facebook. There wasn't anything incriminating about it and really, to anyone that didn't know that they were together, it probably would have looked like they were just having fun at a party, hugging and pressing their cheeks together for a photo. But Quinn knew that wasn't going to be the last one that popped up there…
"Quinn?"
"Uhhmmm…"
"Are you okay? We don't have to talk about this-"
"No, I…" Quinn shook her head and laughed a little awkwardly, "I'm fine. Just kind of a flashback."
"To…?" Rachel pried with an adorable squinted eye and attempt at a quirked eyebrow.
"The events leading up to telling my Mom," Quinn revealed.
Rachel mouthed an "Oh," but said nothing.
There was really no reason not to tell her, "Facebook inspired me to because I didn't want it to out me. I figured that no matter what she thought about it, it would be best coming from me and not from one of my cousins or something. So, I decided that I could go home for Easter and at some moment when I was ready, I'd tell her."
"And you did," Rachel wasn't asking.
"She had asked me how my lighting class was going not long after I'd gotten home," Quinn said responding to an unasked question, "That's when I realized she'd be okay with it. I had said something very small and fairly off the cuff about my lighting class when she'd called me about something one day and she remembered. I know it seems ridiculous for that to be the reason why I'd gained the confidence to come out to my mother, but that was it. She cared enough to remember that. I told her about a half an hour later. About everything. That I'm bisexual and that I had a girlfriend and that I wanted to tell her before anyone else could because she deserved to hear it from her own daughter and not one of my malicious cousins. Then she said, word for word, 'Well, Quinnie, I'm not really sure that I understand or that I'm exactly okay with it all, but I'm proud of you. I know that took a lot of courage,' and then she said stuff about how she made things that way when my father was around, then she went off topic completely and started talking about the Easter plans. True Judy fashion to not stay on something that makes her uncomfortable for too long," Quinn laughed lightly as she concluded her tale.
"Have you two talked about it since?" Rachel asked and Quinn knew exactly where this was going… at least she thought she did.
"She knows that my girlfriend, Rachel, that I met in New Hampshire will be accompanying me on my journey to return my car to its place in her driveway," Quinn smiled playfully then decided she wanted to test out the myriad of pillows at the top of the giant bed and lied down.
She heard Rachel sigh, then felt her body settle next to her. As Rachel placed her head on Quinn's shoulder and her arm across her stomach, she said, "While I appreciate that, I meant in general. Did you tell her when you and Becca broke up?"
"Yes," Quinn sighed out of disappointment in her guessing skills, "She was concerned, but I'm pretty sure she was relieved, too. Like, now I could find a nice boy to date."
"Did she say that?"
"No," Quinn answered reluctantly, "But I know my mother. Look," she turned her head and her nose hit Rachel's forehead; after sighing, Quinn nudged herself back a little and said, "She's going to love you, I know that, but she's not going to love me being with you. It's just her. She's a Christian woman in the middle of Ohio. I'm okay with that. Honestly, I have it much better than a lot of other people, but that doesn't mean that I want to spend copious amounts of time with Judy, okay? I'm actually a little worried that she might say something… off-color. The less time we spend with her, the less opportunity she has to prove me right."
"Thank you," Rachel turned onto her stomach and propped herself up onto her elbows, "for telling me all of that."
"I just don't want to hear her say something hurtful to you or to me."
"I get it," Rachel said with a soft smile, then leaned over to give Quinn a kiss.
"I'm hungry," Quinn said the moment her lips were free.
"Okay, beautiful," Rachel smiled and kissed Quinn again.
"Hey, that is so my line," Quinn pouted.
"I'm borrowing it," Rachel shrugged, "and probably using it all the time because, well, ya know, you are."
"I guess I can let you use it," Quinn said, secretly hoping she would. It might not have been the first time she'd been called beautiful, but it was the first she loved hearing it.
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"I still cannot believe you cleaned your plate," Rachel coughed out her disbelief as she yanked the keycard out of the reader and pushed open the door.
"You know," Quinn began as she gripped her overstuffed stomach, "it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"I could feel my arteries clogging just watching you eat that thing," Rachel joked her way past the kitchen area to the armoire-like structure the television stood on and retrieved the remote.
"Sometimes you just have to order a bacon cheddar burger… it had vegetables on it," Quinn shrugged and shook her head, giving away the fact that she was well aware that the lettuce, tomato, onion and pickle weren't nearly enough to counteract the amount of cholesterol she'd just ingested. Rachel laughed nevertheless. As she joined Rachel on the sofa, "I just like to live on the wild side."
Rachel giggled again. She lifted her legs onto the sofa and snuggled into Quinn, "It's okay. I like that you like food."
"What?" Quinn laughed out as the thought, 'who doesn't?' rolled across her brain.
"Don't question it," Rachel shrugged her shoulder into Quinn, "just know that I like it, however," Rachel sat up a little so that Quinn could see her expression, one that meant Quinn better be taking this seriously, "I don't like having to wait for your stomach to digest three times the food it should have to."
To make sure that Quinn understood the point she'd been trying to make, Rachel turned her head towards the bedroom and stared.
"Oh," Quinn could feel her face burning, "noted… duly."
Rachel took a moment to give her a sort of pouty/smirk, then brought her head back down to Quinn's shoulder. "I do love this, though," Rachel admitted as she slipped her hand under Quinn's shirt.
Quinn lifted her cheek off of the top of Rachel's head so that she could kiss it. After letting herself linger there for a little just to take in the scent of Rachel's hair, she kissed her head again and said, "I love you."
After a deep breath and snuggling impossibly closer into Quinn, Rachel responded, "I love you, too."
~~{ }~~
Why they decided to watch the Food Network, Quinn had absolutely no clue, but it was exhilarating. The stress the chefs must feel when they open up those baskets! Then they make these culinary masterpieces… or horrendous palatial disasters. There were moments in the hour long program that Quinn found herself holding her breath.
Rachel noticed she was doing it, too. She giggled at her the last time.
"What? This is stressful!" Quinn defended herself.
"I see," Rachel breathed out a laugh.
Quinn twisted her lips at Rachel, then returned her eyes to the TV. The two remaining chefs only had five minutes left and one of them still had their ice cream being made… that they had to deep fry. Of course the editors turned that five minutes into thirty seconds which simply adds to the anxiety. By the time the chefs had plated their dishes and thrown their hands up to show they'd stopped, Quinn's knee was up to her chin and her teeth were digging into it. And then it went to commercial. The loss of tension made her completely aware of Rachel's eyes on her and she began to wonder how long she had been staring at her. That thought and pretty much all others fell away as she felt Rachel's lips on her neck.
What was happening before this?
Not important.
"God I love those," Quinn breathed, of course referring to Rachel's lips that were now moving their way up to her jawline forcing Quinn's inclination to turn her head and capture the busy lips.
"These?" Rachel asked as she pulled back slightly then surged back to retake Quinn's lips.
"Mhm," Quinn hummed into Rachel's lips.
Rachel took her lips back again, "What else?" she asked as she ghosted her nose over Quinn's cheek.
"Your legs," Quinn answered the question easily. She was still wearing a dress and sometime in their recent activities it had lifted, revealing a lot of tan, toned thigh. Quinn could feel Rachel's smile on her skin and after an all too brief nibble on her ear, Rachel lifted one of those thighs and shifted herself on top of Quinn. Instinctually, Quinn's hands moved to Rachel's thighs, fearlessly inching up under the skirt of her dress.
"What else?" Rachel exhaled between the kissing and licking she was performing along Quinn's neck.
"This," Quinn answered confidently as she squeezed Rachel's ass over her underwear. Once she'd done it, she felt Rachel's heavy exhale fall over her neck, cool in some places and warm on the rest.
Rachel's hands, which had been idle behind Quinn's head, moved down slowly to the hem of Quinn's shirt. It was obvious what Rachel wanted, but if Quinn gave that to her, she'd have to remove her hands, a task she wasn't quite ready to perform yet.
"You can put them back," Rachel rolled her eyes, then pouty/smirked at her.
Without saying anything, Quinn acquiesced by lifting her arms over head, allowing Rachel to pull her shirt off. However, not to be undone, instead of returning her hands to their previous position, Quinn took the bottom of Rachel's dress in her fingers then quirked her eyebrow up. After about merely a quarter of an ounce of protest, Rachel lifted her arms to let Quinn remove her dress, leaving her with simply her adorably polka dotted bra and underwear.
"Not fair," Rachel narrowed her brow then nodded down to Quinn's jean clad lower half.
Quinn leaned forward a little and as she palmed Rachel's ass yet again, this time under the fabric, she laughed lightly, "It isn't my fault yours is in one piece."
"I guess not," Rachel gave up easily as Quinn began her own neck ministrations.
Though she did love touching Rachel's butt, Quinn thought things could be progressing a little further. After all, Rachel was already in the perfect position for something to happen. The only problem was the possibly - make that definitely - ruined underwear that was in her way. Since it was already done for, Quinn pressed two fingers into Rachel's clit over her underwear and received a satisfying sigh of pleasure from above her. So she pressed again, this time receiving an urgent and panted, "Just move it over."
So she did and from there, allowed her two middle fingers to slide up and down Rachel's length before plunging them into her. The sound that elicited from Rachel's throat coupled with the slight pain she'd caused in grabbing a fistful of Quinn's hair, was enough to send a slight shockwave through Quinn's body. Enough that she had to compose herself somewhat before she could start moving.
But Rachel beat her to it. Before Quinn could move her hand, Rachel had turned her hips down into Quinn's hand. The motion was almost too much for Quinn to have witnessed. And then she did it again. Quinn knew this was going to hurt her hand, but she didn't care. This was by far one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen. She looked up and met Rachel's eyes. She'd been looking at her with fluttering eyes and her lips shifting from open, to her bottom lip being slightly nibbled on.
"You are so sexy," Quinn breathed out heavily, "That sometimes, I don't even know what to do with myself."
Rachel's hand fell from Quinn's hair and her forearm landed on her shoulder, mirroring her other arm. With her forehead pressed to Quinn's and through a pant, she said, "Fuck me."
She wasn't prepared for that. Not the words per se, but the way she said it. It was urgent and desperate and filled with need, but somehow it was romantic. How could something so explicit have any modicum of romance laced within it? She'd never heard anything so dichotomous in such an intimate a setting.
"Quinn."
And there was her name voiced in the same emotion. In that moment, Quinn realized that between that and a certain facial expression, Rachel could probably get Quinn to do anything she ever wanted and she'd do it. Quinn would do anything Rachel wanted her to. That's how in love she was.
She finally woke up from her discovery and obliged in what Rachel had been asking of her. Using her hips as leverage, she began thrusting her fingers slowly, but deep into Rachel, making sure that her palm made contact with her clit.
"Ohmygod, yes," Rachel's head fell back, then she brought it forward again, trying to hide her face in Quinn's neck.
"Uh uh," Quinn protested Rachel's positioning for two reasons: 1) curling her back so that she could get her face that low was not conducive to her cumming and 2) Quinn wanted to see her face, "sit up."
"But…"
"Please," Quinn whispered through her own panting. By now her wrist was beginning to hurt. She could tell that Rachel was getting close though. Her breathing was getting shallower and she tried to hide her face, "It'll feel better."
Rachel picked her head up from Quinn's neck and in response, Quinn picked up her pace, letting her palm slide against Rachel's clit with every thrust. Perhaps realizing that Quinn was right, Rachel allowed her hips to roll upward slightly making it easier for Quinn to access that one, particular spot.
"Fuck," Rachel whispered breathlessly, then seemingly out of nowhere, she began grabbing at Quinn and quickly succeeding in pulling her up against her. Though it was slightly difficult to keep moving, Quinn did. She knew Rachel had come, she could feel it around her fingers, but this one was different… it was quiet. "Holy fuck," Rachel let out an unusual phrase for her, "I thought I had another second."
And there was adorable Rachel. She could really just show up at any time. Quinn couldn't help but laugh lightly into Rachel's shoulder. She kissed the skin under her lips, then rubbed her nose against it, "You are adorable in every moment."
"I highly doubt that will be true in about two minutes," Rachel said as she leaned back off of Quinn and slumped her shoulders slightly, "Just a… quick break."
"There is seriously nothing you could do that could change my opinion," Quinn replied as she leaned back into the sofa, "nothing."
"Okaay," Rachel said in three syllables, then got up off Quinn's lap. "Take your pants off," she demanded as soon as she was on her feet.
"Still cute," Quinn smiled as she undid the fly on her jeans. Whatever Rachel was trying to do, was completely undone by her standing with her hip popped out, her arms crossed and her scowl. Of course Quinn let out a muted laugh as she slid her jeans to the floor.
"Keep on laughing," Rachel turned her scowl into a smirk and Quinn did just that, she kept laughing. "Those too," Rachel nodded towards the fabric wrapped around Quinn's hips.
"Anything else you want me to do?" Quinn asked as her underwear rounded her knees and she looked towards the floor. When she came back up, Rachel's stance and her facial expression had changed. Quinn could easily see that Rachel was nervous, but what for?
"Lean back," Rachel's eyes raked nervously over Quinn's body and she let her lip find its way between her teeth.
"Are… you okay?" Quinn asked out of the slight anxiety that Rachel's was giving her.
"Yeah," Rachel's head lifted a little and she made eye contact with Quinn. Not even a second later she took a step forward and placed her hands on Quinn's knees so that she could bend down and kiss Quinn's lips. "I'm great," Rachel nibbled on her lip again, only this time it wasn't out of nerves. She bent down a little more and peppered kisses down Quinn's chest, then slowly lowered herself to her knees.
Quinn suddenly had theory as to what might have been making Rachel so nervous. It was just a theory and she didn't want to ask. She liked watching this play out in front of her… and on her. Even if it didn't result in what she was expecting, this was already more exhilarating than Chopped.
As Rachel's lips continued downward, Quinn's suspicions persisted. Then Rachel tugged on her lower back, a clear signal to pull herself closer to the edge of the sofa.
While Quinn thought this was a strange place to do this for the first time, she wasn't going to question it. Actually, she probably couldn't muster any words at this point. Just thinking about what was probably about to happen was almost too much.
Rachel's lips made it to the point they'd gotten to on the last three times she'd tried this: Quinn's left hip bone. Each time she'd gotten to that point then looked up and through clear disappointment, whispered, "I'm not ready yet." This time was already a little different. Quinn could feel the pressure of her skin being sucked between Rachel's lips. Every tiny thing Rachel was doing to her was elevating her arousal impossibly higher. Lost in it, Quinn almost didn't notice Rachel's lips were no longer touching her and when she looked down to see what was unfolding, she was met with Rachel's gaze.
Maybe next time.
Quinn's lips turned up into a half smile and before Rachel could tell her she couldn't do it, she opened her mouth to that it was okay.
But Rachel didn't let her get to it. With complete absolution, Rachel said, "I'm not stopping this time." Immediately following her words, she pushed Quinn's legs further apart and lowered herself a little more. She stayed there staring for what seemed like a lifetime, long enough for Quinn to start feeling a little self conscious.
"Umm…?"
"Sorry," Rachel scrunched up her face as she looked up, "I am going to. I want to," her lips twisted a little and she sighed, "I just don't know where to start."
"And there's that adorableness," Quinn laughed out lightly.
"Oh come on! I'm trying to be sexy," Rachel huffed with that signature adorable impatience.
"You are. They happen simultaneously," Quinn sat up to bring her face closer to Rachel's for a moment, "And just, think about what I do to you."
"Oh," Rachel blushed a little, but it was wiped away by a confident smirk. "Get back over there," she shoved Quinn back down with one hand on her shoulder. Quinn then watched as Rachel took one last deep breath before bringing her mouth closer to her center.
While she wouldn't say it to Rachel, Quinn had been waiting for this moment since they first talked about it over a month before. Something about sharing something with Rachel that no one else had ever gotten to made it feel that much more intimate and for lack of a better term: special. Maybe she could share that part with her.
Rachel's exhale fell cool on Quinn's flesh, then the dichotomous warmth of her tongue against her sent a shiver down Quinn's spine. Another slow lick made the air escape from her lungs at a much quicker pace than what would ever be natural. She heard a satisfied chuckle come from between her legs, then felt her clit being wrapped up by Rachel's lips. The sharp pleasure from the suction caused her back to arch up and Rachel's grip to slip, a motion that only furthered Quinn's pleasure.
This wasn't going to take very long. The whole idea of what was happening was fuel enough. Rachel actually going down on her, was something else entirely. Her breath was already ragged and merely halves of words were falling out of her mouth as Rachel's tongue flicked across her clit. Rachel's ministrations stopped briefly as her tongue took a detour down and found itself inside of Quinn several times. Quinn knew once Rachel returned, it would only take a few flicks to send her over the edge.
Five.
Two tremendously slow light licks and three hard swirls around sent her back up into an arch again and an "Oh god, Rachel!" to come flying out of her mouth.
Even as she came, Rachel kept going… and kept going. She kept going until Quinn had to physically remove herself from her mouth.
"Sorry," Rachel giggled.
"For what?" Quinn's head flopped back and hit the back of the sofa, "That was…"
"Fun," Rachel smiled and curled up into Quinn on the couch.
"Yes, yes it was definitely fun," Quinn exhaled, still trying to find her regular breathing pattern.
"Next time I'll use my hands, too," Rachel's hand slid up Quinn's thigh, "But this time," she paused to make sure that Quinn was looking at her and in a dropped tone said, "I wanted to see if I could make you come with just this." She followed that by licking up from Quinn's pulse point, around her jawline and behind her ear.
"Okay you did it," Quinn choked out, "that was pure sex."
"I think we should take this to another room," Rachel smirked, "Maybe even all the rooms."
"We're going to be leaving late tomorrow, aren't we?" Quinn asked, hoping that was definitely true.
"Check out is eleven, right?"
"Right."
Oh... hi... *insert awkward face* I'm sorry for the massive delay on this, but I'm kind of not. I've gotten a lot of things life-wise which has been really important to me. I got into grad school! Now that that's done though, I can come back to this. There's actually only one more chapter left and it's about a third done. THEN it's Pezberry time. This is a hobby, like knitting and reading. I still have to get things in my life done. That being said, I really do love this and it sucks when I can't get to it. Things should be different now. Hope you all enjoyed this and of course I'd love to hear from you all!