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Quinn halted her sensual assault long enough to move off the bed and quickly shed her clothes. Rachel opened her eyes and watched Quinn bare her chest, and then her lower body, exposing her neatly trimmed sex. Rachel's mouth watered at the sight of her lover, and she shivered in anticipation.
She reached for the blonde, but Quinn grabbed her hands and pressed them to the bed on either side of her head. Quinn stole another long kiss and began her loving all over again. All Rachel could do was entwine her fingers in Quinn's hair as she alternately licked and sucked each of her nipples.
A tremor shot through Rachel when Quinn kissed her stomach, and then she was sliding lower in the bed, moving her hot kisses back to where Rachel needed her most. At the first touch of her mouth, Rachel cried out again, arching her hips off the bed and pressing herself against Quinn's face.
Quinn grasped her thighs and held her close while she slowly explored Rachel's most sensitive flesh. The intimacy of her caresses stole Rachel's breath and shot fire through her body. A tremor shook her, followed by another and then another, coming harder and faster than she could draw in air and prepare for them.
Rachel cried out Quinn's name, her fingers digging into the blonde's hair in an attempt to stop the onslaught. She wanted Quinn closer, in her, but Quinn would not be hurried. When the climax finally hit her, Rachel screamed her name in a long, low wail as heated pleasure swept her body.
Then it was all she could do to draw in a breath. Her lungs were on fire, her chest rising and falling with the effort to drag in air. Her toes were tightly curled and the rest of her body depleted. Rachel felt limp and washed out, but still Quinn didn't stop her ardent loving.
She began kissing her way back up Rachel's body, over her quivering stomach, to each of her breasts, to her throat, and finally to her mouth. When Quinn had moved above her again, Rachel latched onto her, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck and holding her close as she silently, but passionately, thanked her for her loving with hard kisses.
She felt the evidence of Quinn's own arousal against her thigh and savored a renewed rush of desire. Sliding her hands down the blonde's body, Rachel cupped her ass in her hands and massaged the tight flesh until Quinn was moaning into her mouth. Then she flipped them over so she was on top of the blonde.
"I believe it's my turn to taste you, agent Fabray," she quipped with a wicked grin.
Quinn's eyes flashed with need as she licked her lips. "No complaints from me."
Rachel surged forward and crashed their lips together again, swallowing Quinn's moan of pleasure when she reached down and toyed with one of the blonde's stiff nipples. Then Rachel trailed her kisses down Quinn's throat, loving the shivers she could feel under her skin.
Rachel moved to her breasts, but, never one to take her focus off of her goals, didn't spend too much time on them before she moved her mouth lower toward her destination. She promised herself to explore them more thoroughly next time.
When she reached the apex of Quinn's thighs, Rachel took a moment to breathe in the blonde's deliciously earthy scent. Then she spread her legs apart wider so she could have easier access to her lover's sex. Unable to hold off anymore, she leaned forward the last couple inches and licked slowly from base of her opening to the top of her clit, gathering every drop of moisture she could on her way. Rachel moaned at the taste and then took Quinn's clit in her mouth, sucking hard.
Quinn moaned loudly and grasped Rachel's hair, holding the brunette tightly against her. Loving the reaction the blonde had, Rachel sucked her clit into her mouth and held it between her teeth as she licked it rapidly.
This time, Quinn cried out in pleasure and pushed Rachel's head a little lower so that her mouth was positioned over her opening. Rachel immediately shoved her tongue as far inside the blonde as it would go.
Quinn arched her back off the bed as she cried out Rachel's name. Rachel smiled against her and began thrusting her tongue in and out of the blonde as her nose rubbed against her clit. It only took another minute before she felt Quinn stiffen and her walls tighten around her tongue. The blonde's scream of her name was muffled as she clenched her thighs against Rachel's head, holding her in place as she came down from her high. Rachel lapped up as much of the juices as she could, letting Quinn ride out her orgasm.
When the blonde finally relaxed her legs and went limp, Rachel moved back up her body and kissed her deeply. A delicious shiver went down her spine when Quinn's taste mixed with her own as their tongues danced together. When they finally parted, Rachel rolled over to lie on her back beside the blonde. Then she turned onto her side and looked into Quinn's eyes. Quinn looked back at her with an intensity that thrilled her, her gaze delving into her soul. Rachel wasn't sure what Quinn hoped to see there.
I could fall desperately in love with you!
The words reverberated in her head, but Rachel didn't say them out loud. The thought was still too new and too incredibly frightening. She perversely wanted Quinn to say the words to her, yet feared saying them to Quinn. She waited, wondering if the blonde expected her to proclaim her feelings.
When they could breathe again, Rachel finally broke the silence with a gentle taunt. "If that was slow and easy, why am I sweating?"
Quinn's husky laughter filled the room. Rolling onto her side, Quinn pulled the brunette across her chest. Then she smoothed Rachel's damp hair behind her ears, continuing to study her features with her warm gaze.
"You're incredible," Quinn said, her voice thick. "And you make me feel incredible. Sweat and all."
"You're the one who's incredible," Rachel teased, stroking her face with gentle fingers. "All I did was enjoy."
Quinn raised one brow in that way that Rachel found unbelievably sexy and laughed again. "Pretty sure I did my fair share of enjoying," she replied, brushing a soft kiss against Rachel's lips and then pulling her head down to her shoulder. "I didn't mean to exhaust you. I planned to do all the work, but I guess we got a little carried away."
"Okay by me," Rachel mumbled against the blonde's damp skin.
"You've had a rough few days, and I haven't been letting you recuperate. Didn't that ER doctor advise against too much strenuous exercise?" Quinn asked.
"Hmm…" Rachel practically purred as she snuggled against her. "What's he know? I've never felt better in my life."
She felt Quinn smile against her head and delighted in the fact that she had made Quinn feel good, too. Heaven help her, but she was in way over her head. She loved everything about the blonde.
"Are we going to sleep?" Quinn asked once they'd both quieted.
"We're just resting our eyes," Rachel mumbled, her whole body limp and lethargic. She couldn't even lift her lashes.
"Does that mean we can make love again in a little while?" she teased, nibbling on the brunette's ear.
"Definitely." The word was slurred.
Quinn continued to stroke her hair with one hand while caressing her back with the other. "Good, because I really like making love to you."
Rachel heard her but couldn't find the strength to respond. She drifted to sleep, feeling more safe and contented than she could ever remember.
Quinn woke her near dawn, her hands and mouth at her breasts, her teeth and tongue plucking at her nipples. Desire flowed through Rachel like lava, thick and aflame, stirring her senses to a red-hot frenzy of need. Quinn drove her to new heights before they sated themselves once again. Depleted, they fell into a deep, passion-drugged sleep.
The sun had neared its zenith by the time Rachel woke again. Quinn had rolled to one side of the bed. Rachel watched her sleep for a long time, just savoring the sight of her. She felt tempted to wake her the way Quinn had done her but decided that she needed the rest. Quinn had had a busy night, and Rachel had to go to the bathroom.
Quinn was still sleeping soundly after Rachel had showered. She pulled on an old, faded blue T-shirt and matching gym shorts before leaving her room and heading for the kitchen. After making a pot of coffee, she waited for it to perk and then carried a cupful into the living room.
The room was bathed in sunlight. She pulled back the drapes and opened the window a crack. It had rained sometime during the night, making the air clean and clear. Inhaling deeply, she took a minute to watch the birds at Hiram's feeder and enjoy the uncomplicated normalcy.
Everything seemed quiet, but Rachel knew there was nothing uncomplicated or normal about her life, however much she'd like to wish for it. She needed to talk to Leroy and see what was happening in D.C.
Perching on the edge of the sofa, she picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up after the second ring.
"Good morning, Mr. Deputy Director," she teased him, using her private nickname.
"Good morning, Special Agent," he teased back.
Rachel smiled. "Everything all right with you and Hiram?"
"Just fine. He nagged me all the way to the apartment last night, but I stayed tough. I refused to turn around and head back to the cabin, even though he came up with some pretty good reasons why we should."
"He's a man of many skills."
"You can say that again. After nearly twenty years of marriage, he's pretty adept at using them on me."
"And you love it."
"Damn right."
The deep satisfaction in his voice widened her smile.
"You sound pretty chipper today," said Leroy. "Get a good night's sleep?"
Rachel was glad he couldn't see the blush that warmed her cheeks. She tried to keep her tone casual. "It was great to be home in my own bed."
"I imagine it was. Quinn up and about yet?"
"She's not up yet, but I just brewed coffee, so the smell will probably lure her out soon."
"I hate to dampen your mood, but I'm afraid I have some disturbing news for her."
Rachel hated it, too, more than he could know. She didn't want the ugliness of law enforcement intruding on her world today. Her heart grew heavy at the thought of Quinn becoming more deeply enmeshed in her problems.
Any time she dared to take a risk on happiness, something always happened to burst her bubble and threaten those she loved. Hands shaking, she set the cup down in the saucer and tried to mentally prepare herself for the worst. "What's wrong?"
"Hudson's lawyer is trying to convince a judge that he's a law-abiding citizen who has been victimized by a con artist. He's claiming Quinn kidnapped you and assaulted his employees."
She swallowed hard but kept her tone calm. "Is he threatening to file counter charges?"
"I told the assistant US attorney that you'd gone with her of your own free will. I doubt his lawyers will press it any further."
Rachel's chest grew tighter. Quinn could face charges, however flimsy, for coming to her aid. To a woman with her deep respect for the law, it would be the ultimate insult. Her reputation would be sullied, yet there was nothing she could do. She didn't deserve the grief or the injustice after years of service to her country.
Rachel's feelings of guilt just kept escalating. "I don't want her to face charges because of me."
"Shouldn't be a problem; it's just an unexpected glitch and some extra red tape."
"Finn is famous for causing glitches," she growled. "I'll tell Quinn you're working to get it straightened out."
"There's more." Leroy prefaced his next announcement with a gentle tone he reserved for really bad news.
She tensed, her fingers fisting. "What else?"
"I figured Hudson's mole in the agency identified Fabray, so I sent some agents to keep an eye on her house and store. We guessed Hudson would do the same once he knew the two of you were traveling together."
Nausea rose in her throat. Why hadn't she considered that angle? Finn always sought retribution against anyone who crossed him.
She remembered the pride in Quinn's voice when she'd described her home and dreaded hearing the details. "I'm not going to like it, am I."
"'Fraid not," Leroy said on a sigh. "The agents did a check on her place just in time to keep it from going up in flames. Someone had trashed the house and started a fire. They also set the bookshop on fire. Her store was completely destroyed. The house had some smoke damage, but it's still structurally sound and can be remodeled. I've already hired a team to clean and do the interior work."
Rachel closed her eyes and sank back against the sofa cushions. Her stomach churned, her thoughts filled with anger and shame. Quinn's bookstore had been destroyed, and it was all her fault.
If Quinn hadn't helped her, she wouldn't be involved with the kind of conscienceless people who wreaked havoc for a living. She had chosen to leave that world, but she had been tossed back into it on Rachel's account. Rachel was a jinx to anyone who dared get too close.
"Barbra?" Leroy interrupted her black thoughts.
"I'm still here. It makes me sick," she said, giving a sad sigh. Then her tone grew stronger and took on a low snarl. "I want him to pay, Leroy. He has so much death and destruction to pay for."
"He's going to pay dearly," he swore. "We're making sure of that. I can't imagine anything worse for a fastidious control freak than being incarcerated for life. The Assistant U.S. Attorney will petition for the death penalty, but a lifetime in prison will be Hudson's ultimate punishment."
Rachel supposed he was right. She just wanted guarantees, but she knew there were none.
"I think I hear Quinn in the shower now. As soon as she comes out, I'll tell her what's been happening. I just hate it that she's not free to go home and take care of everything herself."
"Hopefully soon. I'm staying in the city today to try to stay abreast of things."
"Thanks." She tried to sound more upbeat, not wanting to add to his worries. "Give Hiram a hug for me."
"You bet."
Rachel held the phone to her ear for a while after she heard the click of his disconnection and the hum of the dial tone. Then she slowly lowered the receiver back to its base. Her thoughts were whirling and none of them were pleasant.
She had caused Quinn nothing but trouble, yet she was helpless to halt the chain of events at this point. There had to be a way to make things right. She would think of something, and soon.
Her legs were a little unsteady when she rose from the sofa, but she mentally scolded herself. She didn't like feeling weak and fearful at the thought of Finn going after Quinn. The emotional involvement scared her even more than the threat of violence did. She could handle his vengeance if it was directed at her, but not at those she loved.
Quinn joined her shortly after she started cooking breakfast. Quinn looked rested, yet predatory, like a contented, sexy lion on the prowl. The gleam in her eyes sent heat through Rachel's veins.
Her blonde hair glistened with moisture, coiling into waves framing her face, tempting Rachel to touch. All she wore was one of Rachel's pink T-shirts and black shorts. Rachel had a hunch Quinn wasn't wearing anything under her clothes, and that thought made her tingle with anticipation.
Quinn greeted her with a kiss that sent her senses swirling and temporarily blocked all thought from her mind. She tasted of mint and hunger. Rachel clung to her, saving her warmth and uninhibited loving.
"Good morning," Rachel finally whispered against her lips.
"It's okay now," Quinn told her as she nibbled at the brunette's mouth. "But it wasn't so good when I woke up in a cold, empty bed."
Rachel laughed softly. "That is terrible," she teased, running her hands across Quinn's cheeks and neck, loving the satin-smooth feel of her skin. "I couldn't stay. Nature called, so I decided I might as well get up and find us something to eat."
Quinn's stomach chose to growl at that very moment, making them both laugh. By mutual agreement, they dished up some scrambled eggs Rachel had cooked and made some toast. Rachel poured them both some juice, and then sat across from Quinn at the table.
They ate in silence because Rachel didn't want to discuss what was on her mind. Quinn gave her a few searching looks, but Rachel couldn't think of anything cheery and casual to say. She wasn't in the mood for small talk. She was busy trying to find a way to tell Quinn what she'd learned this morning.
When they had finished, Quinn carried their dishes to the sink and ran some water over them. She poured them each a cup of coffee. Rachel watched her every movement while shredding her paper napkin in nervousness. Her legendary control seemed nonexistent when it came to this woman.
Rachel thanked her when the blonde placed the cup in front of her, sipped at her coffee, and stalled for more time.
"Looks like a nice day," Quinn finally said, breaking the silence. "Berry said there's a stream out back where we can do some fishing."
Rachel nodded and glanced toward the window. Sunlight streamed through the pane, bathing the room with early afternoon light. She, too, had though the day perfect, until she had called Leroy. "It does look like a perfect summer day. I know where he keeps his fishing tackle. Maybe we can catch tonight's dinner."
"Fishing sounds good," she agreed. "What else is on the agenda?"
Rachel shrugged. "Nothing much, I guess. I want to watch the video Leroy confiscated from Finn's estate."
"We'll do that first," Quinn said, taking a long swallow of coffee. Rachel watched her throat work, and hers grew tight.
When Quinn set down the cup, she reached out and grasped Rachel's hand. She gave the blonde a wary glance but didn't resist when she tugged harder. Rising from her chair, she moved close enough for Quinn to wrap her arms around her waist. Then she lifted the brunette until Rachel straddled her lap.
Her bare legs sliver over the blonde's own bare legs, the friction sending a sizzle of sensation over her sensitized skin. She reach up and cupped Quinn's face and felt more heat coursing through her.
"Wanna tell me what's worrying you so much this morning?" Quinn asked gently, her gaze locking with Rachel's.
Rachel dropped her lashes and slid her hands down to rest on Quinn's chest. Emotion clogged her throat, making her reluctant to speak in case she embarrassed herself.
Quinn lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. Her voice went low and intimate. "You're not upset about last night, are you? Did I move too fast? Do something that made you uncomfortable? Cross some invisible boundary?"
"No!" Rachel cupped Quinn's face in her hands again, wanting her to know that her mood had nothing to do with the physical side of their relationship. "Absolutely not. I loved every touch and kiss and caress. I swear it on my life. Last night was incredible," she whispered softly.
Some of the tension drained from Quinn's features. Before she could comment, Rachel pressed her lips to hers. Rachel slid her tongue into the blonde's mouth, trying to communicate without words. Trying to show her the emotion she couldn't describe.
The kiss was long and deep and sweet. Quinn's hands slid down her body, pulling her closer. Rachel wrapped her arms around her neck, savoring the taste and feel of her. One kiss led to another and another.
Then guilt had Rachel pulling back. She couldn't keep stalling or pretending everything was all right. Quinn might not even want to touch her when she learned the whole truth. A tremor shook her at the dark thought.
Quinn drew in a breath and then sighed heavily. Her hands tightened at her hips, fingers massaging. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"
Rachel dropped her gaze again. "I talked to Leroy this morning. He had some bad news and some worse news."
She felt Quinn stiffen. She lifted the brunette's chin again and forced her to look at her. Her hazel eyes darkened stormily. "Hudson's been freed on bond?" she asked tightly.
"No!" Rachel shook her head vigorously. "At least, not yet, but his attorney is trying to sway a judge."
"That's no surprise." Quinn visibly relaxed. "Then, what's the latest development? Let's start with the bad news."
Rachel stroked her face, smoothing her brows, the strong line of her jaw, and the curve of her cheek. Rachel loved touching her and showed it in the tenderness of her caresses. "Finn's trying to make you out to be the bad guy."
Quinn's eyes narrowed. After a brief hesitation, she said, "We already assumed that. What's different?"
Rachel sighed. "He's claiming you assaulted his staff and is threatening to file charges. Leroy is sure they won't stick, but you should stay put until he gets things straightened out."
Quinn seemed to relax a little more. "That's not so bad," she teased, sliding her hands to the small of the brunette's back and rubbing her through the soft fabric. "I like the idea of staying holed up with you for days or maybe even weeks."
Rachel didn't share her smile. "That's not the worst of it," she warned.
"So, what's the worst?" Quinn asked, raising a brow skeptically.
"Finn had some men vandalize your house. They destroyed a lot of your personal possessions and set it on fire." Rachel paused, swallowing the tears clogging her throat. "The house can be repaired, but they also set fire to your bookstore and burned it to the ground."
Quinn went rigid. For a second, she looked so fierce and angry that Rachel's breathing faltered. She would have slid off the blonde's lap, but Quinn's hands tightened at her hips. Rachel wouldn't blame her if she hated her and rued the day she'd met her, yet the thought of Quinn harboring such feelings brought more tears to her eyes.
"I'm so sorry," Rachel whispered, hating her own shaky voice and emotional upheaval. "I'm so sorry that helping me means losing everything you've worked for, for so long."
"Don't!" Quinn commanded, her voice rough. "Don't start blaming yourself for something totally out of your control."
"I can't help it," Rachel whispered, tears welling in her eyes. She blinked rapidly. "You shouldn't be punished for doing what's right. It just isn't fair."
"It'll be okay," Quinn insisted, visibly forcing herself to relax. "Everything is insured. I don't own anything that can't be replaced. Nothing."
"What about the first edition books you sell? You said half your business is buying and selling rare books."
"I cleared all that stuff out of the shop before I left. The rest is just…stuff. Nothing special. Just things," she answered reassuringly.
Rachel gave her a dubious stare.
Quinn's features reflected a myriad of emotions, and then her expression went blank. Rachel could tell that she had deliberately blocked her own feelings to soothe hers. When she continued to stare at the blonde in silence, Quinn rationalized.
"In fact, Hudson might have done me a favor. I have replacement insurance. I can get all new equipment and stock," she said with a smile.
Quinn's attempt to make her feel better brought another rush of tears to her eyes. Try as she might, she couldn't keep a couple from spilling down her cheek.
Quinn groaned in protest and then flicked out her tongue to capture a teardrop. "Please don't," she mumbled against Rachel's skin, licking and kissing her way down her cheek. "Don't cry. I can't stand it. All the bad news isn't worth one of your tears."
Rachel smothered a soft sob against her mouth. Quinn returned her kiss gently at first, but Rachel didn't want gentle. Badly needing reassurance, she kissed the blonde with a force and hunger that quickly wiped everything but Quinn from her mind. Quinn pulled her tighter against her chest while they devoured each other with lips and tongues and teeth.
Rachel strained to get closer, pressing her breasts against Quinn's and tightening her hold on her neck. Her thighs clenched around the blonde's and their bodies rocked against each other in rhythmic demand.
When they finally drew apart long enough to catch their breath, Quinn nuzzled her neck. She pressed hot kisses on the pulse frantically beating there.
Rachel sighed, wondering at the blonde's ability to make her forget everything but the taste and feel of her body. Then the guilt crept back into her thoughts. "I still wish there was something I could do to make it better," she murmured against Quinn's cheek.
Quinn deliberately misinterpreted her words. "There is something," she suggested, her breath warm on her ear.
"What?"
"You could take off your shirt."
Surprised, Rachel leaned back in her arms and stared at her. The gleam in her hazel eyes was totally wicked and just as totally irresistible. It offered not only acceptance, but also the promise of the same sweet satisfaction she always found in the blonde's arms. The thought dried her tears, but she smacked Quinn on the arm.
"You're so bad," she chastised teasingly.
"Because you're so good," Quinn retorted with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Rachel's laugh held a note of surprise, and warmth invaded her cheeks. Quinn was bold and audacious and so impossibly sexy. Rachel wanted to be bold and sexy but didn't know how to go about it. Then Quinn took hold of her shirttail and slowly pulled it over her head.
She hadn't bothered with a bra.
The sudden darkening of Quinn's eyes as she stared at her made her breasts ache for attention.
"So beautiful," Quinn murmured.
Rachel felt the damp heat of the blonde's breath an instant before she took her into her mouth. A shiver raced over her as fire spiked from breast to womb. Rachel's muscle clenched in passionate anticipation.
Burying her fingers in her hair, Rachel arched her back to give her better access. Quinn's body responded, rocking her body closer to Rachel's.
"There's another way you can make it up to me," Quinn said, while shifting her mouth from one breast to the other.
"How's that?" Rachel asked on a pleasure-laden sigh.
"Get me out of these damn clothes."
Rachel laughed softly, thrilled by the blonde's impatience and eager to do her bidding. In a matter of minutes, Quinn had coerced her from guilt-ridden to highly aroused. Being with Quinn offered a roller coaster of emotions – one that she wanted to ride as long as possible.
Once they'd sated each other, they took a long, leisurely shower together. They didn't make love again, but they explored each other with an intimate thoroughness that kept their bodies singing with sexual tension.
After dressing, they spent what was left of the afternoon wandering around the grounds. They rechecked the security system and touched base with the agents posted at the front entrance and back property line.
The protection team worked eight-hour shifts, changing at eight a.m., four p.m., and midnight. Rachel didn't know them, but she recognized a couple of names. She asked that her personal thanks be passed on to all the team members.
By early evening, they were ready to eat again and finished off the leftover pot roast and pie. Then they settled in the living room to watch the eighteen-year-old video Leroy had confiscated from the Hudson estate.
Her family had been caught in the camera's eye at intervals during one of Finn's early staff parties. First they'd been gathered around the buffet table, then their own table, and finally near the dance floor.
Rachel wept quietly as the film progressed.
She had been about ten at the time, with pigtails, missing front teeth, and a frilly party dress. Greg had worn new clothes, too, but she remembered him complaining about them being tight and uncomfortable. He had been so small that he'd begged their dad to lift him so he could see everything.
Her mother looked wonderfully alive and heartbreakingly beautiful in those years before the lines of strain marked her lovely skin. Her father had been so young and handsome and confident, his features free of the constant worry she had seen in the years after he'd left Finn's employ.
For just an instant in time, Rachel had them back again and felt whole. Even though the video was of poor quality, she would treasure it always. It held a rare glimpse of her family when they'd still been normal and happy.
Her heart ached for the decent people she knew them to be and the price they had paid for their integrity. It pleased her to know she had brought Finn a few steps closer to justice. She silently renewed her vow to see him punished.
"You look just like your mother," said Quinn, gathering her in her arms and offering comfort, "but you have your dad's smile and you're built more like him."
"Thank you," she said, sniffling but making an effort to control the flow of tears.
Her father had always cursed his short, thin body, while her mother had been on the tall, athletic side. Rachel loved knowing she carried physical traits from each of them.
Rachel paused the tape, rewound it, and then hit replay. Quinn never complained, watching the same few minutes of film over and over again.
Her sensitivity and compassion touched Rachel more deeply than she'd have thought possible. Quinn just kept giving of herself, and Rachel kept taking. She was so incredibly needy. Their relationship seemed too one-sided to be healthy, but she tried not to dwell on the negative.
When Rachel finally found the strength to shut off the VCR, she turned into Quinn's arms and pressed her mouth to hers, trying to convey all the complexity of her feelings in one long, lingering kiss.
Quinn responded, as always, with a need that matched hers. Rachel wanted the sight and scent and feel of the blonde indelibly printed in her memories, so she relished every touch and kiss.
Quinn accepted the intensity of her loving and responded in kind, equally intent on making memories.
A/N: Will this be the extent of the dastardly Finn's vengeance? Will Rachel ever let go of the guilt? Will they be able to get closure on this whole thing? Find out as Deep Cover continues!