Hi everyone. Welcome to the first installment of my "Exam Procrastination" chapters!
Lol, OK, so i have exams over the next three weeks or so an i'm supposed to be studying, so of course i'm updating instead.
I'm hoping you'll enjoy this one. A little something for everyone, so to speak.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 25
Rachel held Quinn tight for a moment, trying to console her, until she stiffened and heard the girl choke on a sob. The phone was ringing from where Quinn had dropped it on the counter.
"Shit." Rachel breathed as she stepped away from Quinn, staring into her eyes, holding her face and wiping her tears with her thumbs. "Baby, you have to answer it." Hazel eyes widened in shock.
"What? No! I don't…I can't! I can't believe I was stupid enough to call from here! Now she's seen your number, and either she'll know I was here or she'll think you were calling my cell-"
"Or," the woman cut in swiftly, knowing she didn't have much time to play with, "If you pick up, you can just claim you're at an old friend's house for the weekend or something and she'll never think about the number again. But if you let it keep ringing" she said through gritted teeth, "my machine, with my very obvious voice, will be the first thing she hears and we'll be completely fucked." Understanding hit the blond like a train, and she almost dove across the counter to get to the phone, answering breathlessly.
"Hello?" she exhaled, biting her lip as Santana's sleep-roughened voice met her ear.
"Hey, yeah, I just got a call from this number?" Inhaling against her tight chest, and comforted by Rachel's hand on her back, she bit the bullet.
"San? It's me, Quinn. I was just looking for my phone." She swallowed thickly, preparing herself to produce a convincing act. "Thank god you have it!" she exclaimed with false happiness. "I've been looking for it everywhere!"
In the en-suite bathroom of her Victorian-style mansion, Santana's brow cocked and a mild smirk brushed her lips as she rested on the edge of the bathtub.
"Yeah, I bet you have Q. You know, when your parents buy you a new phone for Christmas, you'd think they'd get you something decent, or at least something more than just a keypad lock." She waited for what she hoped was Quinn's terrified reply. It wasn't necessarily that she wanted to make the girl suffer, just that she wanted the head bitch to know that she'd read enough on her phone to require some answers. She'd been trying to get the Quinn to open up about what the hell was going on with her for weeks, and it seemed that she had finally found the perfect leverage.
"San," the whimpered slightly. Rachel noticed the change in tone of her voice and wrapped her arms tightly around Quinn's waist, resting her head on the girl's shoulder and pressing comforting kisses to her neck.
Over the phone, the cheerleader dropped her bravado.
"Look Q, I think we both know you've got some explaining to do, don't we? Just…come over to mine tomorrow, OK?" Quinn's eyes pressed closed tightly in despair And Quinn? I expect the truth, or else whoever this Sarah chick is, I'll find her and make her life hell." With that parting note, the dark girl hung up abruptly and unlocked the bathroom door, putting Quinn's phone down on her nightstand and slipping back under the covers, wrapping her arms around the waiting blond.
Back at Rachel's Quinn slowly put the phone back on the counter and turned herself so that her forehead was resting against Rachel's shoulder. Rachel didn't ask her anything, knowing that pushing her for a story would probably cause her to break down again. Instead she just held tighter and let the rest of the world melt away around them.
Eventually, a couple of minutes passed, and Quinn sniffled softly before pulling her head back and meeting Rachel's eyes. The brunette smiled sadly at her, brushing a few loose blond strands back across her forehead and behind her ear with her thumb and index. Quinn smiled a little at the loving gesture and sighed.
"She's demanding to know what's going on. She doesn't know it's you, but she's demanding to know who "Sarah" is and what's been going on." Rachel nodded slowly in understanding.
"You…you talked about everything when we were texting yesterday. Like, the baby and everything. Does she…?" Quinn nodded.
"It looks like she read all of my texts, so I'm guessing she knows everything, the baby, my condition, everything." She wiped her eyes a little.
Rachel was waiting for the explosion, but it never came. The only way to describe the situation was 'dire', yet the blond was amazingly calm. She pulled away from the blond and poured two cups of coffee, then tugged the cheerleader's hand, pulling the girl over to the dining table and setting down the cups before settling in a chair, hand still clasped around Quinn's.
"Are…you OK?" she inquired gently. Quinn took a sip of her coffee, setting it carefully back on the table before nodding slowly.
"I think so." She paused, then sighed. "I mean, no, obviously not, I'm just too…I guess I'm still in shock or something." Rachel licked her lips nervously and nodded.
"It could be much worse, right?" Quinn continued. "She doesn't know who you are, so you, and the baby too, are protected for now." Rachel's brow furrowed.
"But what about you?" she asked, squeezing the girl's hand. Quinn pulled her hand away, then leaned forward and rested it on Rachel's flat stomach.
"I think-I think I've managed to get some perspective. There are much worse things in the world than someone finding out about my abnormal genitalia and the fact that I have a strong interest in women." She grunted a little laugh, still looking at where her hand was resting on Rachel's stomach, before looking up and seeing that Rachel's eyes were shining with un-shed tears and a tiny half-smile. "It'll be OK. It'll suck, but it'll be OK." Rachel nodded at Quinn's soft words. "And as far as I can tell she hasn't gone to the press or anything. She seemed pretty…neutral? I don't know, maybe she just doesn't know what to think, but…" Rachel put her hand on top of Quinn's squeezing, and gave her a meaningful look.
"It'll be OK." she said. Quinn nodded and smiled, but after a second it faded."Um…what do you think about…calling the phone company and changing your number?" She said slowly, not really knowing how the woman would react. Rachel grunted a laugh and rolled her eyes.
"Favorable. Can't wait to change it, it has too many threes." Quinn nodded a little and shot Rachel a courtesy smile for the effort of making a joke about it, before picking up her coffee and disengaging her brain. She was only allowing herself to think about Rachel's soft belly under her hand and the warm feelings that the caresses of the woman's fingers across her knuckles were causing.
Moments later Rachel was getting up though. Quinn's brow furrowed.
"Where are you going baby?" Rachel turned around from where she had grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter.
"Let's go get some breakfast."
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A couple of hours later, they were back in bed, with Rachel curled up on her side asleep, and Quinn also on her side behind her, but propped up on the pillows and her elbow, rubbing Rachel's back softly. They had made their first discovery about pregnancy together a little while before; Even if you're craving something (bacon, to Rachel's horror and Quinn's delight) that doesn't mean that you won't still throw it up later (as Rachel had discovered when she had broken off their make-out session on the living room floor to run to the bathroom). The only way that Quinn had convinced Rachel to actually eat the bacon in the first place was by some sneaky reasoning (otherwise known as emotional blackmail) so she felt a little guilty that Rachel couldn't keep it down.
"Baby, cravings are caused by your body needing things for the baby to develop healthily, right? Like women who crave eating coal or chalk? So I know you don't want to eat the bacon, but it's for the baby." The blond said across the table at Denny's. True, Quinn may have been trying hard to convince Rachel because she didn't want to eat it in front of Rachel if she wasn't going to eat it, and Quinn really wanted to eat her bacon, but she still figured that was true. Rachel grudgingly gave in, before realizing that bacon was in fact her first craving.
"Wow, this really is my kid" Quinn had laughed.
It was yet another thing that made it more real to Quinn that she actually had a child growing in Rachel's womb. In eight months she would be a mother.
Rachel sleeping gave Quinn the opportunity to quietly freak out on her own. What will my parents do? How the hell am I gonna support this child? She sighed a little. What about college? Quinn shook her head to try and rid herself of the selfish thoughts. There's no room for me to be selfish like that any more. This child is more important than that. And I of all people know that money can't replace love during childhood, so I'll just support him or her however I can.
"And god-dammit, this kid is going to be the most loved child the world has ever seen" she muttered, not realizing that she had spoken out loud.
"Damn right it is," she heard Rachel mutter. Her eyes went wide as the brunette rolled onto her other side below her. She smiled at Quinn, and kissed the hand that was resting between them as the blond apologized."Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you, I didn't even realized I said anything." The woman closed her eyes and snuggled down against Quinn's chest.
"Mmm it's OK. I shouldn't be sleeping anyway, I'm gonna have to learn to get over it." Quinn brushed some hair back from her face, smiling.
"How're you feeling now?"
"Better," the woman mumbled with her eyes still closed. Quinn smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Good. I ran out and got you some Saltines while you were asleep, they're in the kitchen." The woman's eyes opened a crack.
"Thank you. You're so thoughtful."
Utilizing the unusual moment alone, Quinn leaned down to the woman's lips and kissed her gently, sighing into it as she felt Rachel's hand tangle in blond roots. Their lips languidly slipped across each other's, not feeling rushed or desperate like they usually were. Every few minutes Rachel would hum her approval as Quinn sucked on her bottom lip or flicked her tongue. It was slow, and loving, and passionate, and Quinn thought that she could face anything and everything if the rest of her life could be spent that way. They found that they stopped naturally after about twenty minutes, and Rachel sat up.
"I think I'm gonna have a shower. A very quick shower. After finding out what it's like to be in a shower for three hours yesterday, I don't feel like I need to be in there for longer than five minutes." She pecked Quinn on the lips, but the girl pouted.
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy our three hour shower excursion?" she whined as the brunette got up and stripped off her clothes. Rachel chuckled.
"I loved it, but after we got out I looked like a giant prune! No one needs to see that." She walked into the bathroom, naked, her hips swaying.
"Giant, sexy prune!" Quinn shouted through the open door. "And it didn't stop you going another two rounds once we got to the bed, did it?" She chuckled to herself and shook her head as the hiss of water reached her ears and Rachel pretended to not hear her.
She was just about to hop off the bed and help Rachel break her five minute shower rule when she felt a searing pain shoot through her groin. She lay back on the bed with her feet resting on the floor, and gritted her teeth against the familiar pressure and burn between her legs, unzipping her jeans and shucking them and her underwear as far as her knees.
She heard the water in the shower shut off but couldn't pay attention to it as the final wave of pain washed over her and the pressure finally released. She groaned at both the pain and the relief and lay still, sweating and panting.
When she finally looked down to it, she saw Rachel standing about a foot in front of where she was laying on the bed, in just a towel.
"Are you OK baby?" Rachel said, a frown creasing her forehead. Quinn nodded and swallowed.
"Yeah, I'm OK, really. It'll stop aching in a sec." The woman pouted a little."It hurts when it…grows?" Quinn nodded, wiping the sweat off her forehead, completely uncaring about the fact that she was just carrying on a conversation with Rachel when she was laying fully clothed on the bed with her dick exposed.
Rachel licked her lips, staring at the girl's thick cock. Next thing Quinn knew, she felt Rachel kneeling between her legs on the ground in front of the bed. She looked at her, surprised to find she had dropped the towel and was completely naked and still wet from her shower."Wh-what are you doing?" Rachel didn't pull her eyes away as she replied.
"You said it hurts," she breathed as she took the appendage in her hand and slid her palm up and down it once. Quinn found that Rachel's hot breath was brushing over her dick and was making her even harder than the pressure from Rachel's hand. She shook her head and tried to focus.
"I-it does." she nodded confusedly.
"Well then," the brunette said throatily, "I'm going to kiss it better for you." And with that she lowered her head, kissing and licking slowly from the base of her shaft until she reached the head, at which point she ran her tongue in a slow circle around it and then sucked it softly between her lips.
Quinn moaned loudly and found her hips flexing without her consent, pushing her dick further in between the brunette's pouty lips. Rather than pulling away, Rachel bobbed her head further down, until Quinn's cock was stuffed all the way down her throat. She groaned around it, which caused Quinn to gasp and twitch where she was sitting, before pushing herself up a little on her palms.
Rachel pulled away, smirking, allowing her hand to pistol up and down Quinn's length, before sucking on the tip and bobbing her head, licking it inside her mouth, then pulling back when her lips met her hand in the middle. She continued slowly, basking in Quinn's appreciative groans, until she felt the blond's hand snake up to the back of her head and grasp the roots of her hair hard. Rachel found she couldn't move her head forward or back, and wondered what Quinn wanted, until the girl started fucking her mouth with abandon. Rachel groaned as Quinn thrust hard and fast in and out of her mouth, finding that she was embarrassingly turned on by their debauched behavior, and even more by the noises Quinn was making.
"Oh god, Rachel! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Yeah, take my cock." Rachel smirked and sucked down hard.
"Ahhh! Fuck baby, keep going! Don't stop, don't stop." Quinn continued pounding up into Rachel's mouth, unable to feel her fingers any more because she was holding so tight onto Rachel's skull. She felt the delicious ache in her lower abdomen expand.
"Shit baby suck it like that, yeah. I'm so close... Oh god Rachel!" She struggled to loosen her grip on Rachel's head so the woman could pull away if she wanted, but she just held on to the blond's thighs tighter and began pounding her mouth down around Quinn's dick, sucking hard at the same time and flicking her tongue over the tip whenever she could.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna-I'm so close!" Quinn redoubled the speed that her hips were rotating and as she felt Rachel vibrating her throat around her aching cock, she let go with a yell.
"FUUUCK, RACHEL!" She kept pounding upwards as she shot her cum directly down Rachel's throat, and the brunette swallowed repeatedly, drinking down anything that she could. Finally, Quinn collapsed backwards onto the bed again, panting and twitching.
Watching her carefully, Rachel felt her own chest heaving, and as she moved to lie on the bed next to her love, she felt that her inner thighs were covered in her slippery arousal, and she groaned, changing her plan.
Quinn was trying desperately to regain control of her breathing, but the feeling of Rachel's hand pumping up and down her still wet shaft was making it harder.
"Baby," she wheezed, looking down to where Rachel was staring intently at the cock she was jerking. "What are youuu-" she broke off as she twitched, the pressure on her still sensitive dick making it hard to think. "What are you doing?" The woman finally broke her concentration to look up at Quinn.
"I'm accepting my cravings baby. Like you said." At that, she pulled Quinn's jeans off, crawled up Quinn's body until she was straddling her and pulled the blond's top off, before diving in for a kiss.
The brunette broke away from Quinn's lips as her wet heat made contact with Quinn's slowly hardening appendage, and she began kissing the cheerleader's neck as she ground her slit up and down the girl's cock. Quinn grunted and chuckled a little, rocking her hips in time with Rachel's.
"Cravings, huh? You craving my cock baby?" Rachel sat up and arched her back as she rocked, nodding rapidly.
"Yeah, fuck, yessss." The blond's hands drifted up to Rachel's hips and began speeding her movements, as her lips wrapped around one of the dusky-pink nipples that was thrust towards her as the brunette's back had arched.
"Well, then, you'd better let me give it to you," she panted as she ground her increasingly hard dick upwards. Rachel let out a strangled gasp and nodded again, allowing Quinn to lift her by the hips slightly, then use one hand to manoeuver the tip of her cock to Rachel's dripping opening.
Inhaling as she went, Rachel lowered her self down slowly, until she reached the hilt. She attached their lips and swallowed Quinn's groan with her mouth as she began grinding at the pace they had been previously.
They reached fever pitch within minutes, having to pull away from each other's mouths so they could drag ragged breaths into their lungs. Quinn was hypnotised by the way Rachel's breasts bounced in front of her eyes each time she ground down and then sprang back up on her knees, and the way that her fingernails dug into the backs of her shoulders, the way a bead of sweat was dripping down her collar bone and the expression on her face as they ground together. Quinn felt everything get to her and felt herself beginning to unravel, so, not wanting to leave Rachel hanging, slid her hand from the woman's hip onto her clit rubbing rapid circles. When the brunette felt it, her eyes shot open with a groan and met Quinn's.
"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum." she panted, not able to form anything louder than a whisper. "Cum with me Quinn. I want to feel you cum inside me baby, please!" Hearing Rachel say those words caused Quinn to gasp and release a high-pitched whine, pounding the woman's hips down onto her cock harder and rubbing her clit faster.
"Fuck, oh my fucking god!" she yelled. "I'm cumming! Rachel, oh god RAAACHEL!" The blond's second orgasm was stronger than the first, and as she exploded she felt Rachel's walls clamping down on her in reaction to the feeling of being filled with Quinn's cum. Quinn reached her arm around behind Rachel and continued to pound into her until her orgasm subsided and she couldn't see straight any more, at which point she pulled Rachel down on top of her so they were both lying down on the mattress, Rachel on top of Quinn.
They kissed intermittently anywhere they could reach without moving as they both recovered, and eventually fell asleep with Quinn's inside Rachel, who was too exhausted to move from her place straddling Quinn's thighs.
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Later that evening, after taking yet another shower (which definitely ran longer than the five minute rule) Quinn had kissed Rachel goodbye, kissed Rachel's belly goodbye, and sorrowfully left for her own house.
Originally she had planned on staying the whole weekend at Rachel's, but seeing as she didn't have her cell, and she wanted to retrieve it from Santana early in the morning, they mutually decided that she would go home for the night. The worst part was that Quinn had already got rid of her old phone, and they didn't want to risk using the house phone so they couldn't hear each other's voices that night. They simply repaired this by spending twice as long talking to each other on instant messenger.
When Quinn woke up the next morning, she couldn't ignore the feeling of dread that resided in her chest. She got up, showered, got dressed, walked wordlessly past her parents who were nursing hangovers, and got into her car, arriving twenty minutes later at the Lopez mansion. And it really is a mansion Quinn thought as she trudged up the marble staircase to the front door, ringing the doorbell and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
Their Ukrainian housekeeper let her in the door with a smile which she struggled to return, before she headed up the stairs to the spoiled girl's room. She took a deep breath when she reached the door, arm outstretched and ready to knock, but before she could, an abrasive voice met her ears.
"I haven't got all day Fab-gay. Get your ass in here!" Wincing at the tease, she took one last deep breath, trying to remember to not give anything away, just listen to what Santana had figured out, before she turned the door knob and stepped inside. She was filled with cold dread as she met the Latina's gaze and saw the cruel mirth around her eyes. Oh shit.
The brunette made a move and threw Quinn's phone to the girl. She caught it and looked down at the screen, which was opened to the last text message she had received. The message from Rachel.
I'm can't wait for you to come over tonight baby, I can't wait for you to fill me up, fuck me raw with your huge dick. Knowing I'm having your baby is making me so horny for you, I just want to be filled with your cum. I want it so bad I'm touching myself right now. I'm going to need a shower before you get here. Let yourself in with the spare key above the door, I'll be waiting ;) xxx
She swallowed hard and looked back up to the smirking Latina.
"Care to explain that?"
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Ohhh, what's she going to say?
How much does she know?
Even i don't know the answers to those questions yet, but i'll keep you posted.
Also, this kid is gonna need a name. I'd love to hear your suggestions in the comments, as well as anything else you have to say.
Until next time :)