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CHAPTER 35
Considering what time they finally went to bed, Quinn woke up early the next morning. On any other day, waking up at nine would have been considered sleeping in, but after no sleep Friday night because of the flight out, and then going out the night before – never mind the chaos that had ensued after they'd left the club – it was early. Very, very early.
But she was wide-awake.
It was early, and she had gotten the barest amount of sleep, but her mind was already working at a million miles a minute dissecting everything that had happened after they had left Felicity. The show-down with her father had been decidedly unpleasant but she was mostly relieved to be done with him. Sure, if she ever ran into him again, he would probably spout the same hateful words at her, but she could handle that. What she couldn't handle, however, was how the phone call with her mother had gone after the fact.
She had been thrown by Judy's confession, that she had kicked Russell out and filed for divorce. She had been even more bewildered by the way the woman seemingly accepted her relationship with Rachel by telling her to let Rachel take care of her. It had been nice, really, really nice to hear the gentle concern in her mother's voice and she had surprised herself when she left the door open to possibly rekindling some kind of a relationship with her.
Because, while having her mother back sounded like heaven, she wasn't sure it was in her best interest to let Judy back in now, just when her life was finally where she wanted it to be.
She sighed softly, knowing that she would eventually have to figure out what to do about her mother, but she pushed those thoughts aside. This weekend wasn't about her fucked up relationship, either real or imagined, with her parents. It was about Beth, and getting to know Rachel's fathers. And that was it. She didn't have the energy to make a good impression on Rachel's dads when she was also thinking about possibly reestablishing a relationship with her mother. She knew she got quiet and somewhat abrasive when thinking about her family, and the last thing she needed was to come off as that bitch of a girl that Leroy and Hiram remembered her being. She had made a good first-step the day before in showing them that she had matured and she wasn't about to risk screwing that up. Rachel was more important to her than anything else.
She smiled and gratefully turned her attention away from her thoughts to focus on Rachel as the brunette let out a quiet sigh and a small whimper while she slept. The night had been warm and the sheet they'd fallen asleep under had been kicked to the foot of the bed sometime during the night, which meant that she was blessed with an unadulterated view of her lover's body.
Her gaze lingered on plump, perfectly kissable lips before sliding down, over the regal column of Rachel's throat and gliding lightly around the dip at the base of the brunette's neck. She licked her lips as she imagined teasing that spot with her tongue, her mind easily conjuring the sounds the touch would evoke from her lover. Moving on, her eyes slid down, over the sloping plane of the brunette's chest to slide sensuously around full breasts, her tongue once again sweeping over her lips as her gaze focused on delectable mocha colored nipples.
Absolutely exquisite, she thought, as she moved onward, over trim abs and dark curls, down long, lean legs and back up again. Rachel was so beautiful, so graceful and elegant, even in sleep, and she knew that even if she were blessed with the opportunity to wake up like this every day for the rest of her life that she would never get tired of it. That she would never have enough time to just look at her. To worship her with her eyes.
She is so beautiful.
She was running her eyes back up Rachel's legs, caressing them with her eyes, when Rachel whined softly and shifted below her, the brunette's left leg falling open and exposing her to the blonde's hungry gaze. A slow, wicked smile tweaked her lips as she remembered Rachel's words from the day before about the particular sound suppressing qualities the brunette's childhood room possessed. She had originally been planning on abstaining during their stay at the Berrys – risking the chance of Rachel's fathers overhearing them having sex seemed like a colossally bad idea for a first visit – but if there was no real risk of being overheard, there was no harm in having a little fun.
Besides, lord knows they deserved it after the last couple of days.
Rachel mewled quietly in her sleep and shifted again, and Quinn couldn't resist reaching out and touching her. She ran the backs of the fingers on her right hand lightly around the brunette's breast, just barely ghosting over tanned skin, and grinned when Rachel arched ever so slightly into the touch. Generally speaking, Rachel was an incredibly light sleeper and even this would have woken her up, and the fact that she was still asleep after that gentle caress was both a gift and a challenge to Quinn, and she couldn't just ignore it. She wanted to see how far long she could tease the brunette before she woke up.
She carefully shifted away from the brunette, pausing once they were no longer touching to make sure that Rachel stayed asleep. Which she did. Quinn's smile grew wider as she pushed herself up onto hands and balanced her weight carefully on either side of the brunette, again pausing to make sure that Rachel didn't wake up before she dipped her head to lay a light lick to a semi-erect mocha nipple. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing when Rachel let out a soft moan and arched into her when she swirled her tongue around the bud, and couldn't resist teasing the brunette's other breast in the same manner before shifting her attention elsewhere.
She eased her legs into the small space between Rachel's and guided them open wider with a gentle touch as she slid down the brunette's body until she was able to lay comfortably between her thighs. Hungry hazel eyes danced over glistening shell pink lips as she laid her hands atop the Broadway star's hips, holding the brunette gently in anticipation of the moment when she would wake up. Quinn smiled as she leaned in closer to lay a light, feather-soft kiss to Rachel's clit, a stifled giggle bubbling in her throat when the brunette still didn't wake up, before she started tonguing it with slow kitten licks. She pushed herself up onto her elbows as she continued to work her tongue lightly against the bundle of nerves, her goal to arouse and not awaken. Seconds turned into minutes as Rachel's body responded to her touch, and she couldn't hold back her smile when she felt the brunette finally shift above her.
"Good morning to you too," Rachel husked, smiling as she reached down to thread her fingers through Quinn's hair and massage the blonde's scalp encouragingly.
Quinn dropped her chin to lay a broad lick up the length of Rachel's folds, collecting and savoring the arousal that had pooled there while she'd been teasing the brunette. "Good morning."
Rachel groaned and tightened her hand in Quinn's hair when the blonde's tongue pushed briefly inside her. "God, you're good at that."
"You're sure your room is soundproofed?" Quinn asked, punctuating her question with another swipe of her tongue over the brunette's clit.
Rachel bit her lip and nodded. "Uh huh, yeah," she grunted, rocking her hips against Quinn's mouth. "But I can be quiet too."
"No you can't," Quinn murmured playfully, proving her point by thrusting her tongue inside Rachel and drawing a long, low moan from the brunette. She grinned and added, "Especially when I take my time with you. And, baby, I want nothing more than to take my sweet time with you."
The blonde's words sent a flood of arousal coursing through Rachel and she couldn't contain the ragged gasp that spilled from her lips. "Fuck."
Quinn smiled and pushed herself up so she could look into Rachel's eyes. "So, you're sure we won't be overheard?"
"Does it matter?" Rachel asked, rolling her hips up toward Quinn's mouth as she tugged none-too-gently at the blonde's hair, trying to direct her back to where she needed her.
"Yes," Quinn answered seriously, even as she grinned and licked playfully at the brunette's clit. "If there's even a chance of your fathers hearing us, I'm stopping."
"You can't!" Rachel gasped, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at her lover.
"I can," Quinn murmured, smirking as she dropped back down and rubbed her cheek against the inside of Rachel's thigh, letting her breath fall in sensual waves over the brunette's sex. "So, I ask you again, is there any chance your dads would hear us?"
Rachel licked her lips and shook her head. "None whatsoever. So long as they're not in the hall with their ear pressed up to the door, they won't hear a thing."
Quinn grinned. "Good," she husked, sliding her hands down from Rachel's hips to her thighs and pulling the brunette open wider before her.
Rachel groaned and threw her head back onto her pillow, her back arching wantonly toward the ceiling as the blonde's tongue began rolling and flicking against her. Her hands found their way to the sheets beside her head, her fingers tangling themselves mindlessly in the fabric as her hips began rocking against Quinn's mouth.
Quinn smiled at Rachel's submission and pulled back to blow a steady stream of air across the brunette's clit, causing the engorged bundle to jump and twitch and drawing a rumbling moan from her lover's lips. "You are so beautiful," she murmured, turning her head to press a lingering kiss to the inside of Rachel's thigh.
"Baby," Rachel whined, rolling her hips to the side, trying to force Quinn's mouth back between her legs.
Quinn just smiled and pulled further away, sliding down the bed until her mouth was even with the brunette's knee. "Gorgeous," she whispered, guiding Rachel's leg out wider so she could lick at the crease behind the knee.
"Oh fuck," Rachel groaned, surprised by the unexpected sensuality of the touch. That was new.
Quinn giggled and ran her tongue over the spot again, delighting in the way Rachel's body was responding to her. "I think I'm going to need to give you a full-body massage one of these days," Quinn murmured, as she brushed her lips over impossibly soft skin.
"But you're going to get me off today, right?" Rachel asked, her voice breathy and desperate, as Quinn began laying a line of lingering kisses up her inner thigh.
Quinn chuckled. "Yes," she murmured, smirking as she nipped at the skin under her lips. "Mine," she muttered.
"Mmm, yours," Rachel agreed, her hips rocking upwards in a blind search for contact.
Quinn's breath hitched in her throat, her body reacting with an almost primal ferocity to Rachel's admission. "Mine," she repeated, moving her lips only fractionally higher as she kissed the brunette again.
Oh sweet Jesus, Rachel thought as the blonde fell into a steady rhythm of 'mine's and kisses, sucks, or nips, moving slowly, so tediously, maddeningly slowly up her body. She groaned as each 'mine' brought a fresh wave of arousal crashing between her legs; she had never imagined the simple act of being claimed in such a way would be so arousing, but it was.
It definitely was.
Quinn marveled at the way her own pulse was pounding in her ears as she ghosted her lips over the curve where Rachel's leg and torso met. She growled softly as she bit down on the sensitive skin and sucked against it hungrily, smiling at Rachel's low moan of approval at the rougher touch. She soothed the mark that was already building with the flat of her tongue and husked, "Mine."
"Goddamn," Rachel grunted. "Yes."
Quinn smiled and ran the tip of her tongue through the fold between outer and inner lips, teasing Rachel with the heat of her breath, the proximity of her touch that was so close and yet so far from where the brunette wanted it. She knew that Rachel loved to be teased, and she loved nothing more than taking her time loving the brunette. She could spend the rest of her life right there, between Rachel's legs – tasting her, kissing her, touching her – and be perfectly content.
"Please, baby," Rachel whimpered, her fists twisting in the sheets as her hips shifted and rocked against the blonde's mouth. A soft sigh tumbled from her lips when Quinn hummed quietly and laid a light lick across her clit.
"Please, what?" Quinn teased, dipping her head down to tease the brunette's opening with the tip of her tongue.
Rachel groaned. "Quinn."
Quinn smiled and thrust her tongue as far inside Rachel as she possibly could, once, twice, three times, drawing a rumbling, feral moan from the brunette's throat before she pulled out and shifted her body down the bed once more.
Rachel's hips bucked wildly against the air where Quinn's mouth used to be and she grunted her disapproval of the way the blonde had left her. "Fuck."
Quinn chuckled and used her chin to guide Rachel's left leg open wider so she could lick across the back of it. "I told you that I wanted to take my time with you," she murmured, nosing the bend of the brunette's leg.
Rachel could feel Quinn smiling against the soft skin behind her knee and she released her hold of the bedding so she could pushed herself up onto her elbows and look down into laughing hazel eyes. "Are you having fun?"
"I am," Quinn said, smirking as she nipped at inside of Rachel's thigh. "Are you getting anxious?"
Rachel licked her lips, her eyes dancing over Quinn's playful expression as she considered the question. Judging by the throbbing between her legs, the blonde had been teasing her for quite a while before she woke up, and she honestly was getting more than a little anxious. It had been a few days since they'd last made love and now that her body was worked up to its current state of arousal, she really just needed to come. But she could tell from the playful glint in her lover's hazel eyes that if she admitted that she wanted more, Quinn would purposefully keep it from her.
So that meant she needed to take matters into her own hand, so to speak, to nudge the blonde in the direction she wanted.
Rachel shook her head. "Not at all," she said, holding Quinn's gaze captive as she ran her right hand down her body and wasted no time dipping her fingers into the flood of arousal between her legs. She smirked as Quinn's eyes dropped to focus on her fingers, the blonde's playful hazel eyes turning hawkish and predatory as they focused on the way she began rubbing broad, sweeping circles against her clit.
Quinn moaned and licked her lips as she shifted higher, completely forgetting about her intention to draw things out as she watched the brunette's fingers swoop and swirl. It was the first time Rachel had ever touched herself in front of her and she was torn between wanting to watch and wanting to take over. Both options were incredibly tempting, but the sight of Rachel playing with herself knocked her ability to form a cogent thought right out of her mind.
Rachel smiled at the glazed look in Quinn's eyes and deliberately slowed her touch to a stop. "Baby?"
"Hmm?" Quinn hummed, not bothering to look up from Rachel's sex.
Rachel laughed. "Quinn?"
The sound of her name drew the blonde from her hypnotized state, that brief moment of clarity providing her just enough time to make a decision.
Rachel was hers.
"Yes?" she asked, looking up at Rachel as she reached out and wrapped her left hand around the brunette's wrist. She arched a brow challengingly, daring the brunette to pull away from her, as she lifted Rachel's hand and sucked the brunette's glistening fingers deep into her mouth.
Of course, Rachel had no desire to do that. "Mmm, Quinn," she moaned, as the blonde's agile tongue danced around her fingers.
"Did you have a question?" Quinn asked playfully, as she used her grip on Rachel's wrist to pull the brunette's fingers from her mouth, scraping them against her teeth as they fell with a quiet pop.
Rachel shook her head. She had been planning on teasing the blonde, asking her if she was going to finish the job herself or if she needed to take over, but the possessive look in the Quinn's eyes told her quite clearly that the blonde was in charge. "No."
Quinn nodded and twined her fingers with Rachel's, folding their hands on top of the brunette's stomach. "While that was incredibly hot," she said, lowering her mouth until it was a hair's breadth away from Rachel's clit, "and while I wouldn't mind you doing that for me again sometime in the future-" she flicked her tongue over the bud "-today, you are mine."
Rachel groaned and rolled her hips toward Quinn's mouth. "Please, baby," she murmured.
"Mine," Quinn husked, as she laved her tongue through Rachel's folds.
"Yours," Rachel moaned, as a broad tongue pressed heavily against her. "All yours, Quinn. Mmm, so good."
Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand and sucked the brunette's clit between her lips. She moaned softly as she ran her tongue over the captured bud, letting the waves of her voice caress the sensitive bundle before she began sucking against it in a soft-soft-hard rhythm that she knew drove Rachel crazy.
"Jesus," Rachel groaned, her voice low and rich and primal as the blonde worked her higher and higher, coiling the white-hot knot of desire low in her hips tighter and tighter with every suck, with each swirl of her tongue. "Please, baby…"
"Hmm?" Quinn hummed, releasing the nub and flicking her tongue quickly over it from side-to-side.
Rachel moaned and rolled her hips hard into Quinn's mouth, wordlessly begging the blonde to release her. Her hand flexed under Quinn's atop her stomach while her other hand weaved its way into the blonde's hair, grasping wild strands and pulling her in closer. Quinn's mouth became ravenous, licking, nipping, and sucking at her until she couldn't contain the long, low, drawn-out cries of pleasure that spilled from her lips.
Knowing that Rachel wasn't going to fight her, Quinn released her hold on the brunette's hand so she could grab onto her hips, trying to still their movement as they began to rock more and more erratically against her mouth. The sounds of Rachel's pleasure pulled Quinn closer and closer to the edge, the gasps and moans that filled the air feeling like a sensual caress, stoking the fire of her own arousal until, with one last forceful swipe of a tongue through the brunette, Rachel came undone.
Quinn tightened her hold on the brunette and moaned loudly against her sex as the sound of her name being ripped from Rachel's throat pushed her over the edge as well. Once the first wave of her orgasm had rolled through her in gentle, trembling ripples, she began to lap at the fruits of her labor until Rachel's hand that was still tangled in her hair tugged against her, urging her higher. She ran her lips and chin up the plane of the brunette's stomach leaving a trail of sticky wetness in her wake, and laughed softly as she swooped up to claim Rachel's lips in a slow, deep, lingering kiss.
Rachel groaned at the taste of herself on the blonde's tongue and sucked against it hungrily, smiling into the kiss as the move elicited a low, deep, rumbling moan from her lover. "Wow," she breathed.
Quinn nodded. "Indeed," she murmured, resting her forehead against Rachel's and smiling down into warm brown eyes. "You are amazing."
"I think that's my line," Rachel chuckled.
Quinn bit her lip and smiled, a surge of affection rolling through her as she looked at Rachel, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, and eyes dark with desire. It was in moments like this that she found herself once again blown away by the fact that the brunette was hers. "I love you."
Rachel smiled and hummed softly. "I love you too, sweetie."
Their next kiss was slow and sweet, full of love and adoration, and, when it broke, they just stared into each other's eyes, letting the weight of their gazes' say all the things there weren't words to say. After a time, reality descended upon them again via the rumbling of Quinn's stomach, and the blonde bit her lip as she buried her face in the crook of Rachel's neck.
"I'm sorry," the blonde murmured.
"S'okay," Rachel assured her. "I'm starting to get hungry myself. You want to share a shower before we go downstairs for breakfast?"
"Mmm, yes."
Rachel laughed as the blonde's tongue tickled her neck. "Okay then. Up you get, Fabray."
Quinn smiled and sucked lightly against Rachel's neck, mindful of not leaving a mark where it would show, before she rolled off of the brunette. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hands through her already wild hair, and shivered when Rachel's lips connected with the back of her neck. "You keep doing that we won't get in the shower for a while," she warned the brunette, even as she tilted her head to the side to give her girlfriend more skin to devour.
"Maybe I want to have you in the shower," Rachel murmured, nipping at the blonde's earlobe for emphasis before pulling away. "I'll see you in there," she said, smiling as she turned and sauntered into the bathroom.
Quinn groaned and pushed herself up off the bed, her eyes glued to Rachel's ass as she followed the brunette into the bathroom. She stopped behind her lover, who was leaning into the shower to turn on the water, and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist. "You're a tease."
"Hello Pot," Rachel chuckled, as she stood up and leaned back into the blonde's embrace as she held a hand under the spray to check the temperature of the water.
"Kettle," Quinn murmured, sliding her hands up Rachel's stomach to palm the brunette's breasts.
"God," Rachel hissed, hips bucking backwards as the blonde's thumbs brushed over her nipples. "Stop. It's my turn for you."
"Mmm, I'm good," Quinn assured the brunette, squeezing the mounds under her hands. "Watching and listening to you come does wonders for me, baby," she purred, smiling as she nibbled on a temptingly delicious earlobe.
Rachel blushed and pulled her hand out of the spray to wrap both her hands around Quinn's wrists. "While that is incredibly flattering," she said, pulling the blonde's hands off of her breasts so she could climb into the shower, "I like touching you."
Quinn smiled and arched a brow as she stepped into the tub with Rachel and slid the door closed behind herself. "What if I wasn't done yet?"
Rachel huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes as she put her hands on Quinn's hips and turned the blonde so that she was under the spray. "Later. I'm not kidding, Quinn," she said, as she watched the blonde prepare to playfully argue with her. "It's my turn," she said, sliding her palms down the plane of the blonde's chest.
Quinn sighed and gave in, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back into the spray. "This room is soundproofed too, right?"
Rachel cupped the blonde's breasts in her hands. "It is," she said, lifting the mounds as she dipped her head to run the flat of her tongue over each nipple. "You should know how much I like to sing in the shower."
"Oh, I do," Quinn chuckled, threading the fingers of her left hand in Rachel's hair as she reached for the wall with her right for balance as Rachel's licks turned to deep, heavy sucks. "Mmm, god. That rendition of the theme song from The L-Word that you did the other day was amazing."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ha ha," she said, as she pulled away to admire her handiwork.
"I'm serious," Quinn said, stepping into the brunette's space and kissing her hungrily. "The way you sounded when you sang 'fucking'…" her voice trailed off into a low moan.
A light blush crept up Rachel's neck at Quinn's words. "You like the idea of me fucking you?" she asked, as she ran her hands over the blonde's hips to grab her ass roughly.
Quinn groaned and nodded. "Almost as much as I like the idea of me fucking you. God, the things I want to do to you," she husked, taking another small step forward until she was able to pin Rachel against the far wall of the shower.
Now it was Rachel's turn to groan as her body reacted almost violently to the blonde's words.
Well aware of the effect she was having on the brunette, Quinn smiled as she moaned softly against Rachel's ear and added, "And, mmm, baby, the things I want you to do to me. Do you have any idea how hot it is when you just take me? When you hold my hands down and dominate me?"
"Fuck," Rachel whimpered.
"Mmm, yes," Quinn murmured, nipping at Rachel's earlobe.
The sharp, stinging sensation of pain and pleasure snapped Rachel out of her Quinn-induced-haze and she tightened her grip on the blonde's ass as she pushed off the wall and walked them back across the tub, under the beating spray of the shower until Quinn was pressed up against the wall.
Quinn groaned as Rachel's mouth descended hungrily on hers, the brunette's tongue pushing forcefully inside her mouth and stroking hard against her own. She moaned when Rachel's hands found her own and lifted them up above her head, the backs of her wrists pressing into the cold, damp tiles of the shower wall. "Oh god, Rachel," she gasped, when the brunette's hot, hungry mouth dropped to her neck, latching onto her pulse point and sucking against it hard.
Rachel adjusted her grip on Quinn's hands so that she was holding them both in place with one of her own, and ran her free hand down the blonde's body. "I want you," she growled, as she slipped her hand between the blonde's legs and cupped her firmly.
Quinn whimpered and nodded, a long, low moan spilling from her lips as two fingers pushed deftly inside her. Her hips automatically rocked forward, seeking more contact, as Rachel began thrusting into her. The brunette toyed with her, alternating between hard and fast, and soft and slow thrusts, and the first time the heel of Rachel's hand slapped against her clit she saw stars and had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out.
Rachel saw this and smirked as she pushed up onto her toes to lick at the blonde's lips. "Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear you."
"Oh god," Quinn moaned.
"That's it," Rachel encouraged, curling her fingers inside the blonde and dragging them over hidden ridges. "Mmm, perfect," she purred, as Quinn cried out.
Quinn's fingers flexed under Rachel's grip as the brunette worked her higher and higher until, with one last forceful, slapping thrust she was pushed over the edge. Rachel's name tore from her throat on a scream as orgasm ripped through her and she couldn't help but be surprised by the force of it. She groaned when the brunette's hold on her hands loosened and she was able to loop her arms around the smaller woman's neck for support, dipping her head and meeting Rachel's lips in a sloppy kiss as the brunette stroked her through her orgasm.
"Rachel," Quinn moaned softly, when the last spasm racking her body eased. She opened her eyes to look at the brunette and she couldn't stop the wide, beaming smile that lifted her lips. "Hi."
The brunette chuckled and kissed the smiling blonde softly. "Hey."
Quinn blushed and pulled Rachel into her in a loose embrace. She pressed her lips to the brunette's temple, lingering in the soft connection as her heart rate slowed back to normal, and only pulled back when Rachel grunted softly in surprise and jumped away from her. "Sweetie?"
Rachel grinned and shook her head. "We, um, ran out of hot water."
Quinn automatically held her hand out to feel the water that was barely lukewarm and well on its way to cold. "Better hurry up then," she said, reaching for the bottle of shampoo and pouring some into her hands. "Want some?"
Rachel held her hands out. "Yes, please."
They both hurriedly washed their hair and bodies, dancing around each other and the rapidly cooling water as they rushed to get out of the shower before it turned to ice.
"Why is it that we never have this problem at your house?" Rachel asked, teeth chattering as she wrapped herself up in a plush towel.
"I have a tankless water heater so I never run out of hot water," the blonde explained, hopping around on the bathmat as she pulled her towel tighter around herself, hoping to get warm. "Damn, that water got cold fast," she muttered.
"Come here," Rachel said, beckoning Quinn closer with a tilt of her chin. "We can share body heat to warm up," she said, opening her towel and sighing when the blonde's body melded to her own.
"Mmm, I like this," Quinn hummed, leaning down and brushing her lips over the column of Rachel's neck as they huddled together for warmth. "Body heat is good."
"You're a dork," Rachel laughed, the happy sound turning into a groan as the blonde nipped at her throat.
"I'm your dork," Quinn corrected, soothing the skin she'd just bitten with her tongue.
"You are," Rachel agreed, sighing contentedly as the blonde's lips once again landed on her own. "I love you."
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