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Note: Well, let's see if this story is still around after this chappie or not. It's completely and totally NSFW. I believe Jade's comment after reading it was I'll have what she's having… so hopefully you guys all like it too. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 49

By the time they got back to the hotel, Quinn was nearly back to normal. Which was astonishing, considering how hungover she had been when they'd left an hour earlier, but she wasn't going to question it. The magical McDonalds hangover cure wasn't something to be analyzed; it was a gift that was to be accepted with a grateful heart and an appreciative soul. And a silent prayer that it would work just as well the next time she needed it. The sun was still a little too bright for her liking, but she no longer had to wear her sunglasses indoors, so she figured that by the time the wedding rolled around she'd be good to go.

She and Santana split in the lobby, the Latina taking off for the hotel's gym to run off some of what she claimed was 'excitement' but what Quinn suspected was the calories of their less than healthy breakfast, and she headed back up to her room, wanting nothing more than to spend the two hours they had left before their spa appointment alone with Rachel.

She smiled as she walked into their suite, her eyes immediately looking around the room for the beautiful brunette, whom she eventually spotted laying out on one of the lounge chairs on the veranda. Really, she should have looked there first. Rachel was like a lizard, always lounging in the sun whenever she could. She tossed her keycard onto the dresser as she walked past it toward the brunette, kicking off her flip-flops as she went. Her bare feet padded silently across the carpet and she tried to do her best ninja impersonation as she snuck up behind her lover, wanting to surprise her with a kiss hello. Rachel's eyes were closed as she soaked up the sun, the head of the chair lifted to a forty-five degree incline that let the warm rays caress every inch of her body while still affording her the ability to look out over the ocean if she so wished, and Quinn smiled as she stood beside the brunette and drank in the sight of all the tan, toned skin that was left on display by the Broadway star's skimpy blue and white striped bikini.

Being careful not to cast a shadow on the sunbathing beauty until the very last moment, Quinn placed her left hand on the armrest of the chair, using that grip for support as she leapt onto the chaise, her knees landing on either side of Rachel's thighs and bouncing the brunette lightly. She giggled as surprised brown eyes flashed open to find her and wasted no time leaning in and capturing the surprised woman's lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. "Hi."

Rachel smiled and reached for Quinn's hips, holding the blonde in place. "Hello, yourself. You're looking much more alive than you were when you left earlier."

"I'm feeling much more alive," Quinn replied, delivering a playful peck to Rachel's lips for emphasis. Her smile widened as she heard Rachel giggle and she reached down between their bodies to drag a finger up the brunette's thigh. She extended her tongue and flicked it playfully across her lover's lips as she slipped her finger under the waistband of the Broadway star's bathing suit bottoms and gave it a gentle tug. "Have I ever told you how ridiculously sexy you look in this suit?" she asked, her voice a smooth, silken purr.

Surprised by the blonde's advances, Rachel nonetheless nodded. "You have. That's why I packed it." She moaned softly as Quinn's hand dipped between her legs to cup her gently, long fingers pressing lightly against her in all the right places. "You really are feeling better," she murmured appreciatively, as she slipped her hands under the blonde's shirt. She stroked her fingers up and down Quinn's stomach, enjoying the feeling of toned abdominal muscles twitching under her touch. "That is some cure."

Quinn nodded and began massaging the brunette through her suit. "I am. And it is." Truth be told, her headache had returned with a vengeance the moment she'd stepped onto the small patio without her sunglasses to shield her still hypersensitive eyes from the sun's blinding rays, but she was feeling well enough that she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to touch Rachel like this when the brunette was looking so mouthwateringly delicious. Her years as a Cheerio had taught her how to push through pain and she welcomed that lesson now as she felt the material under her hand grow hot and wet. She glanced down at Rachel's body and groaned softly as her eyes landed on stiff nipples straining against the small triangles of the brunette's top. Yes, the sight and feeling of Rachel like this was certainly motivation enough for her to ignore the way her head was pounding. "Let me have you?"

Rachel licked her lips and smiled. "Here?" she asked, her smile widening as she watched Quinn's head bob eagerly. There was something incredibly arousing about the idea of making love outside in broad daylight but, instead of immediately agreeing, she cast a concerned look at the wrought iron railing in front of them. It was, to say the least, porous – and anybody with a tel-lens on the beach would be able to see them. "I don't think that's the best idea, sweetie," she said, waving a hand at the see-through railing behind them.

Quinn turned and looked over her shoulder at the traitorous railing, her sharp mind already busy trying to find a solution. Rachel's hips bucked slightly under her hand as she squeezed the brunette a bit harder than she had been, and she grinned as an answer to their problems became apparent. While she did indeed want to make love to Rachel right there on the veranda, she was also not too keen on any pictures being taken of them doing it, so she gave the area around them a cursory once-over to make sure that there weren't any windows that overlooked their little balcony.

There weren't.

She did a mental fist pump of celebration and took a deep breath, her smile growing wider as she turned her attention back to Rachel.

The grin that Quinn gave her made Rachel's heart skip a beat in her chest. It was a mix of triumphant and hungry, and she knew that the blonde thought that she had somehow found a way around their little issue of the see-through railing. "What?"

"What if I turned this chair around so that the back of it was pointing at the beach?" Quinn suggested.

The hopeful tone in Quinn's voice was too much and Rachel laughed as she slid her hands higher up under the blonde's shirt so that she was able to give her hanging breasts a playful squeeze. She smirked as she felt the blonde's nipples harden against her palms, loving the reaction she was able to elicit from her lover, but her smirk faded slightly as she watched hazel eyes grow dark with desire. She still wasn't entirely sure about the idea, but she was helpless to contain the breathy, "Okay," that spilled from her lips.

She watched, heart thudding loudly in her chest as Quinn's hopeful, playful smile turned wolfish and the blonde leapt from the lounge chair as fluidly as she'd pounced onto it. She shook her head at Quinn's antics and laughed at the way the blonde stepped back to study the chair; presumably to figure out where and how to grab hold of it to spin it around. She was just about to ask if she should get up and help when Quinn's arms flexed and the blonde leaned down and grabbed hold of the foot of the chair. Next thing she knew, her chair was spinning in a loud, screeching half-circle. Rachel laughed loudly as she was pitched backwards in her seat and reached for the armrests, holding onto the metal supports for dear life as Quinn brutally tugged and shoved at the recliner until it was facing into their suite. "Well, somebody's eager," she chortled, smiling widely at a very triumphant looking Quinn.

"You have no idea," Quinn murmured, arching a brow playfully at the brunette as she climbed stealthily onto the chair once more. She let her tongue drag lazily over her lips as she hovered above Rachel and reached behind the brunette's neck to give the bow holding her top up a tug. Once it was free, she ran her index finger down the line where the string had cut across the Broadway star's chest until she was able to push the loose triangles of fabric that were covering Rachel's nipples down and out of the way.

Rachel gasped at the feeling of the cool ocean breeze blowing against her skin and reached back above her head to hold onto the top of the lounge chair. Her fingers dug into the cushion as she watched Quinn's mouth descend slowly to her breast and she moaned as a firm lick was painted across her nipple. Her hands flexed as the blonde dropped to her elbows and began attending to her breasts in earnest. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pulled against the chair, using that hold as leverage as she thrust her chest eagerly up into Quinn's hungry mouth, and she groaned as the blonde sucked hard against her and pulled back, stretching her to her limit before allowing her nipple to fall with a wet pop.

Hazel eyes held brown captive as Quinn switched sides to deliver identical attention to Rachel's previously neglected breast, and the visual connection only broke when both of their eyes closed as the blonde's tongue began drawing small circles around the tight bud of the brunette's already engorged nipple.

"God, Quinn," Rachel moaned, as she again arched into the blonde's mouth. It wasn't unusual for Quinn to spend a great deal of time making love to her breasts before moving on with things, they were incredibly sensitive and she knew that Quinn loved making her writhe with need as the blonde teased her mercilessly, but the way her body was responding to the blonde's touch was extreme, even for her. She didn't know if it was the risk of being seen, or the feeling of the sun and the wind against her naked skin as Quinn's mouth glided attentively over her chest, but each brush of the blonde's tongue, every suck of the blonde's hungry mouth against her stoked her need to a hotter flame until it felt like it would consume her.

Rachel's gasps and moans were falling faster and breathier with each swipe of her tongue over the brunette's straining nipples and Quinn knew that if she really wanted to, she could make her come from this touch alone. But, for as fun as that idea was, it wasn't what she wanted.

No.

She wanted to feel, really feel the heat, the slick wetness of the brunette's desire. She wanted to push inside her and feel strong muscles fight to hold her in place. She wanted to see all of Rachel spread out beneath her, naked and glowing with the heat of the sun.

So, while the idea of bringing Rachel to orgasm simply by loving her breasts was a fun one, she knew it was time to move on. She gave each of Rachel's nipples one last tug with her lips and one last heavy lick with her tongue before she swooped up to capture the brunette's lips in a kiss that was immediately deep, passionate, and bruising; full of heated gasps and wanton groans as their tongues stroked feverishly together.

She braced her weight on her left hand above Rachel's shoulder as she wrapped her right around the brunette's waist. Toned abs flexed under her touch as she stroked the soft skin reverently and she smiled as she pulled back far enough to husk, "Can I?"

Rachel groaned and wrapped her right hand around the back of Quinn's neck, pulling her in for another kiss. "You better," she husked, her words falling in desperate waves over the blonde's lips as her hips canted needfully toward her. She moaned loudly as Quinn's mouth slanted over her own, the blonde's tongue dipping eagerly into her waiting mouth as long, agile fingers skated down her stomach. She rolled her hips again as the tie that held her bikini bottoms on loosened, first on her left hip and then her right, and she lifted her hips to allow Quinn to pull them completely off. The feeling of the cool ocean breeze wafting over her naked sex was electric, and she wantonly dropped her feet to rest on the ground on either side of the chair, leaving herself perfectly exposed to Quinn's hungry gaze.

Quinn whimpered softly at the sight of Rachel spread open beneath her and began softly stroking the brunette's inner thigh. "What would you like?" she whispered, dipping her middle finger between swollen folds and playing in the moisture she found there. She nuzzled Rachel's cheek as she ran her finger up and down through her folds, waiting for an answer.

"You," Rachel moaned, rolling her hips into the blonde's hand. "Please, Quinn."

"My mouth or my fingers?" Quinn asked softly, as she brushed a tender kiss over the brunette's cheek. "I want to give you want you want, baby. I'll give you anything, Rachel. Tell me what you want."

There wasn't much that didn't turn Rachel on when it came to Quinn, but she especially loved when the blonde talked to her during sex. Not name-calling or anything, she didn't enjoy being called a dirty slut no matter the occasion, but she did enjoy hearing what Quinn was thinking as the blonde touched her. What Quinn was feeling. It was, if she were to sit and seriously think about it, most likely a manifestation of her need to be praised in everything she did, but she didn't give the issue much thought. Right now, all she cared about was moving things along and keeping Quinn's mouth right by her ear where she could hear every little sound that fell from her mouth. "Your fingers."

Quinn nodded and began rubbing soft circles on the brunette's clit. She wasn't unaware of Rachel's reaction to her voice, and she could tell from the way the brunette had turned her head to the side ever so slightly that she wanted her to keep talking.

She could do that.

"You look so unbelievably sexy right now," she murmured against Rachel's ear, purposefully keeping her voice in the low, dulcet tone that she knew affected the brunette the most. She hummed softly and brushed a soft kiss over the shell of the ear as she dipped her fingers lower to gather more of the brunette's arousal on her fingertips. She brought the slick moisture higher, spreading it in broad sweeps over straining nerves and smiled as she felt Rachel's hips roll against her hand. "You like this, don't you?"

Rachel licked her lips and nodded, moaning quietly as Quinn's fingers changed direction against her. It was obvious that the blonde had no intention of moving now, so she returned her hand to the top of the chaise and held on for all she was worth as the touch against her sped by a fraction. She groaned gutturally and arched her chest forward as Quinn's fingers pressed harder against her.

"Mmm, I know you do," Quinn husked, smiling as she used the tip of her tongue to tease the brunette's earlobe. "You feel so good… so wet… I love the way your hips rock against my hand as you try and get me to touch you just the way you need me to… the way your body strains to be closer to mine…" her voice trailed off in a low moan as her own body reacted to the words she was speaking, her nipples tightening to an almost painful degree as a wave of moisture settled between her thighs.

Rachel groaned and bucked her hips harder against the blonde's hand. "Quinn!"

The blonde smiled. "I love the way my name sounds falling from your lips like that," she murmured. "So… needy. So… desperate." She hummed as Rachel moaned her name again. "Just like that, sweetheart," she encouraged, dipping her head to nip at the brunette's neck. She soothed the pinked skin with the flat of her tongue as she slid her hand lower to press lightly against Rachel's opening.

"Fuck… please!" Rachel gasped, rocking her hips so far forward into Quinn's fingers that her ass practically lifted off of the chair. She mewled pitifully as Quinn thrust gently against her, just teasing her with the lightest of pressure, never giving her the penetration she so desperately needed, and she rolled her hips harder and faster against the blonde's hand, trying to force her inside.

Quinn drew a slow, shuddering breath and held it as Rachel's utter desperation rolled through her like a caress. "Fuck, Rach. I am so wet just from listening to you like this," she husked, as she dropped her forehead to the cushion beside the brunette's head. "I just… Christ. I used to think that I could get off just from listening to you sing, but I really think listening to you come right now is going to push me over the edge," she confessed, as she stopped her teasing and thrust her ring and middle fingers as deep inside the brunette as she could reach.

Rachel slapped her hand over her mouth to try and muffle the loud moan that was torn from her throat as Quinn's fingers finally pushed inside her. She was about to take her hand away when the blonde's fingers scissored then curled inside her, sending rainbows of light flashing behind her eyes, and she opted instead to keep her hand where it was so that her pleasured cries wouldn't rain down on the beach below. She wanted to murmur words of encouragement, urgent pleas for Quinn to just make her fucking come already, but she didn't trust herself to speak, knowing that if she did so she wouldn't be able to control the volume of her voice.

As Quinn set a slow, steady rhythm against Rachel, she could tell from the amount of effort she had to put into each of her thrusts that the brunette was already so terribly, painfully close to the edge. And she wanted nothing more than to send her flying over it. She pulled back to gaze lovingly at Rachel and her lips quirked in a small, pleased smile as she took in the way the brunette's head was thrown back, her eyes screwed shut in concentration. She was less pleased with the way Rachel had clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making, but she knew exactly how loud the brunette could be and couldn't deny that it was probably a good thing.

She brushed a soft kiss over Rachel's brow as she increased the speed of her thrusts, the brunette's walls squeezing tighter around her fingers on each one, sucking her in deeper, fighting to hold her inside when she tried to pull out. "You feel so good…" she began her soft talking again and smiled at the muffled whimper that spilled from Rachel's lips. "So soft. So hot. So tight." She moaned as she drove herself as deep into the brunette as she could and curled her fingers to heavily massage hidden ridges. The heel of her hand pressed hard against Rachel's clit with each stroke and she groaned softly as the brunette's hips bucked wildly against her hand and the velvet walls wrapped around her fingers fluttered. "Come for me, Rachel," she husked demandingly.

Rachel had been fighting off her orgasm, trying to extend the encounter for as long as possible, but the sound of Quinn's rich, throaty alto demanding she let go pulled her over the edge. Even the hand she'd clamped over her mouth couldn't contain the scream that was ripped from her throat as her body shook and trembled with the force of her orgasm.

"Mmm… that's it, Rach," Quinn encouraged, as she gentled her stroke and worked Rachel through her orgasm. She beamed as brown eyes that were nearly black flashed open to look at her. "Let me hear you, baby," she murmured as she nosed at the brunette's hand.

Rachel groaned as she relented and pulled her hand away from her mouth. "Don't stop," she pleaded in a low, rough voice. The coil of need was already winding itself tightly low in her hips once more, making her thighs quake and her ears buzz even as she continued to shake with the spasms of her first orgasm.

Quinn smiled and continued to thrust into the brunette. "I won't," she assured her. She could feel the brunette's second orgasm building as well, and there was no way she was going to stop now.

"Quinn," Rachel moaned, finally releasing her hold on the chaise and looping her arms around the blonde's neck. "God, baby… yes… just like that…"

Quinn's eyes fluttered shut at the unadulterated need in the brunette's voice and a low groan, rich and primal rumbled in her throat as she felt one of Rachel's hands stroke down her back and over her side to her stomach. Her hips bucked into the touch as her mouth fell open, drawing long, ragged breaths into her burning lungs. The brunette flipped open the snap on her boardshorts and she moaned softly, muttering soft sounds of need as she felt Rachel's fingers slip between her legs.

"Oh, baby," Rachel moaned approvingly, as her fingers dove into a veritable ocean of desire. "You are soaked," she said as her fingertips slipped off of the blonde's clit. Her eyes shot down to where her hand was buried in Quinn's shorts in surprise, but she recovered quickly and began rubbing broad, firm circles against the bud.

Even aroused to the point of near insanity, Quinn chuckled at Rachel's throaty observation. "Every time I touch you, sweetheart," she said. "Every time I even think about you…"

Rachel licked her lips and asked, "How close are you?"

"So close," Quinn grunted, rolling her hips into Rachel's hand, which had stopped moving against her. "Please, Rachel. I need you."

Understanding what the blonde needed from the way the fingers inside her curled, Rachel abandoned the slick, pulsing nub and wasted no time pushing two fingers as deep into the blonde as she could. "Like that?"

"Yes," Quinn gasped, rolling her hips down into the brunette's hand.

"Come with me?" Rachel asked, as she matched her thrusts to the blonde's.

"I can try," Quinn chuckled, as she bit her lip in concentration. "But you better hurry."

Rachel smiled. "How about if I race you there?"

Quinn groaned and her thrusts into the brunette faltered as a fresh wave of desire rolled wetly through her. "Jesus, Rachel…"

Sensing that the tables were turned from before, Rachel grinned. "I want to feel you clench around my fingers," she husked. "I want to feel you flood my hand as you come…"

Quinn whimpered and practically bit through her lip to try and contain the moan that threatened to tear itself from her throat. Her raging need caused her to thrust more forcefully into Rachel, the heel of her hand slapping loudly against the brunette's clit, and she felt the first fluttering of release tremble through her at the pleased, breathy gasp that fell from Rachel's lips.

"I am so close, Quinn," Rachel panted. "Come with me baby… let go, Quinn…" she implored, and as the blonde's strong walls began to spasm around her fingers she let herself go too, a low, tremulous moan of pleasure spilling from her lips as her second orgasm washed over her.