*Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters portrayed in this work of fiction.
_Chapter One_
Her friends are talking excitedly about the new school year that has recently begun. There are high hopes for what the Glee Club will achieve this time around. Though, she does not have it in her heart to genuinely smile at them, so she fakes it, as she searches for the reason why she just cannot seem to get her smile right.
She finds the girl even before Kurt's boyfriend prances down the steps. The barely visible wisp of smoke forms a swirl above the pink head like a rebellious halo. She wishes the girl's eyes were not hidden behind those dark tinted sunglasses. She wonders if she is eyeing her back. That wonder is pushed away as a group of Cheerios join the former Warbler and the girl's head lifts to look at Santana, who drags a flirtatious hand across the back of her neck and shoulder as she passes by to dance front and center. She is not sure, but she thinks she saw a small smirk on the girl's face before her fellow Skank, Mack, smacks her on the same shoulder.
Rachel may have heard a rumor or two about how the girl and Mack are hooking up or something inappropriate-like. She recalls hearing the Cheerios in her gym class refer to the Skank relationship as "FWB" and she had rolled her eyes when some of the cheerleaders discussed how they planned to become a FWB of the pink-haired delinquent. That was until Santana shut their dreams down with one daring HBIC look. Rachel may have also heard a rumor or ten about the feisty Cheerio Captain being Quinn's most frequent benefiter, though she is not sure how true that is because she sees Quinn spending her time fairly with both Santana and Mack.
Nevertheless, Rachel cannot understand how the pink-haired girl can be so careless with herself. Smoking and piercings are one thing but allowing all these girls to use her for sexual relations absolutely bothers the brunette to no end.
She squints her eyes at Santana who looks back as she drops low directly in front of Quinn and proceeds to do some booty bouncing move. Quinn's mouth falls open as she laughs, clearly assumed by the outlandish display of booty before her. Mack is certainly not laughing, as she grabs Quinn by the jaw and kisses her. That is one cheap way to get the girl's attention, Rachel thinks with a scowl. Santana laughs at the jealous Skank and dances away. Rachel wonders how infuriating it must be to have to share Quinn...Probably not as infuriating as it is to not be able to have any Quinn, at all.
Rachel is surprised when Blaine and the Cheerios manage to make their way to the piano by her table. She must have been distracted counting the seconds it takes for Mack to let go of Quinn's face. At that point, Rachel sees the two girls stand up, probably because Mack wants to receive some benefits in a more private place. Rachel feels personally hurt by that thought.
As the two descend the steps, Quinn takes a final drag from her cigarette and flicks the offensive stick in the air. Rachel tries not to stare once she is only a few feet away from Quinn; but she cannot help it when Quinn is facing her direction and seems to be looking at her behind those glasses. Rachel's cheeks flush and as the lit cigarette lands on the piano, the pink-haired rebel quirks a brow and smirks at Rachel...In this moment, Quinn sets both the piano and Rachel on fire.
_On Fire For You_
"Has anyone even tried to convince her to come back to Glee Club?" Asks Mercedes. They are all in the choir room, looking sullen, except Santana.
"Don't look at me," the Latina says with a roll of her eyes. "The only words Quinn and I exchange are too x-rated to repeat around you sad virgins." The comment is directed at the majority of the club, but Santana's eyes were looking solely at Rachel, who is too intimidated to question it.
"Well, someone ought to try," Tina replies. "We need her, even if her voice is soft and gentle and sweet."
Santana chuckles, "That's funny because her sex voice is low and raspy and dirty...I mean, waaankkyyy." The Cheerios Captain finishes by unconsciously licking her lips.
Puck and Artie appear to be mentally adding the comment to their spank-bank. Mike, Finn and Sam shift uncomfortably in their chairs but share intrigued looks. Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes and Tina look appalled; and Brittany just looks sad.
"Santana, it is highly inappropriate to speak about Quinn that way!" Rachel scolds louder than she intended; she actually did not intend on saying that thought out loud, in the first place.
Santana scoffs, "Oh, don't act like you haven't wondered how she'd sound if she picked you up and had you against the wall, three fingers in, biting your neck, ordering you to cu-"
"Santana! That's enough!" Mr. Schue yells as he strides in just before the heat coming off Rachel's body causes her to melt in her seat. Santana merely laughs as Rachel decides to leave the room in frustration and without another word. Mr. Schue and the rest of the group look dumbfounded at the diva's storm out.
Santana shrugs, "She's probably on the rag."
Everyone snickers and Mr. Schue sighs and begins a new lesson that does not involve a flamboyant piano.
_On Fire For You_
Slamming the auditorium door is not enough to ease the anger the short brunette feels coursing through her veins. She stupidly smacks the back of the closest seat but does not regret the sharp sting to her palm; it is a welcomed distraction from the pain she feels in her chest.
"Fucking Santana," she mumbles under her breath. A small chuckle startles Rachel, as she jumps at the sound and looks in the direction in which it came. In the dark room she can faintly see a figure in the back row.
"What did she do, now?" The figure asks. Rachel recognizes the voice immediately.
"I'm sorry; I didn't know anyone would be here," she hastily apologizes, looking down at her feet.
"Don't be. It's a free country…" is the reply. There is a clearing of a throat and Rachel is not sure if it came from herself or the other girl. A long enough silence passes before Rachel looks up to check if the other girl had left without making a sound. When she sees the girl is still there, looking over at her, Rachel feels her skin light on fire, again and she quickly looks back at her feet.
"Did Santana hurt you?" Quinn asks, with a change of tone that causes the brunette to lift her head up. Quinn looks about ready to get up and declare war. It makes Rachel feel protected if even for a moment.
Rachel shakes her head, "No, she was just…" she sighs and looks away.
"She was just being Santana?" Quinn fills in the blank.
"Yeah…"
"Well, she is who she is…But are you okay?" Quinn asks, almost in a whisper. It sounds sweet and tender, certainly charming. Rachel wonders if this is how Quinn sounds when she whispers in those other girls' ears.
The brunette simply nods, not looking at the pink-haired girl any more than necessary. She feels she might cry if she does because honestly, she is not okay. She cannot control the fire inside her. She feels so helpless.
Quinn feels so helpless. Rachel will not even look at her for more than a few seconds. Why should she?
"I'll leave," the rebel offers and gets up to walk out. She is sure Rachel wants to break into song or something without her sulking in the back like a loser.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asks before the other girl can walk out on her. She looks up to find herself staring at Quinn's back, her head is dropped down. The question stills her for a second, it takes a few seconds longer for her to nod without looking back at the brunette; and she walks out of the auditorium without another word.
_On Fire For You_
Quinn smirks at the cheerleader making eyes at her across the hall. She grew used to other girls looking at her whenever they thought Santana or Mack were not around. This particular girl has been giving Quinn regular winks, smiles, and sometimes even subtle brushes across her midriff as they pass each other in the halls. She is brave and Quinn is slightly interested, but not enough to learn the girl's name. The girl takes Quinn's smirk as an invite and starts to make her way toward her, only to be shoved to the side by Mack. The fellow Skank gives Quinn a pissed off look before pulling her away by the chain hanging from her waist. The cheerleader's face is clearly annoyed when Quinn looks back with another smirk and shrugs at her.
When the two girls are outside and away from prying eyes. Mack turns and pushes Quinn up against the side of the school wall, holding her with one hand on her chest.
"You're gonna get me suspended for beating up some stupid cheerleader."
Quinn laughs at the comment and Mack presses harder causing Quinn to wince and bring a defensive hand up to grip Mack's, now that she sees that the girl is being serious.
"Ow...Damn, calm down. She's harmless; I don't even know her name." Quinn responds, attempting to remove the other girl's weight from her chest.
"Not that bitch...I'm talking about Santana!" Mack says angrily. "She needs a good ass whooping! She thinks she can just throw her flat ass in your face in front of everyone and when I let that shit slide, instead of thanking me she starts talking shit!"
"What are you talking about?" Quinn questions slightly out of breath, still trying to squirm out from under Mack's hand.
"She told everyone in Biology that I have six nipples and need to have my boobs milked once a month at the dairy farm!"
Quinn nearly chokes at the ridiculous image in her head upon hearing the insult. The pressure on her chest makes the coughing that follows hurt more than it should. Mack sees a flash of panic in Quinn's green eyes and she lets off her chest. The pink-haired girl gasps for air, slightly leaned over.
"I'm sorry," Mack apologizes.
Quinn shakes her head. "I'll talk to her," she says, wrapping an arm around the other girl's waist, once she catches her breath.
"You better…" Mack threatens, though it is nullified with a short but passionate kiss. When the kiss is broken, Quinn bites her bottom lip to attempt to hold in a laugh.
"Six nipples, huh?" She asks with a wink.
Mack pushes the pink-haired girl back against the wall with a half-hearted eye roll. Quinn is sure her chest and shoulder blades will be sore later, but she laughs anyway.
"I'm joking, come on." She pulls Mack in closer and kisses her again. "I'll tell her to tone it down. I mean, you're not the only one she's been pissing off, lately." Truthfully, she was already planning to talk to the Cheerio Captain. Quinn just cannot get the hurt look on Rachel's face out of her head. She knows Santana is to blame somehow; and even if Rachel didn't ask her to, she's going to have a word with the sharp-tongued Latina. She just does not like seeing the songstress so upset, so if risking an argument with Santana might help then she will try...And she can throw Mack's name in there as well, so Santana does not question why she's only trying to defend Rachel.
Mack pulls back but does not remove her hand as she looks at Quinn's concerned face. If she did not know any better, she would question her about who else she wants to protect from Santana. Quinn seems to recognize the curious and jealous look on Mack's face and thinks quickly to distract her.
"Now, how about you put something else on my chest?" She suggests with that cocky smirk Mack cannot get enough of.
_On Fire For You_
Quinn is too turned on to care about the soreness in her chest, as Mack sits, knees bent and body laid back, inviting Quinn's tongue to enter her. The pink-haired girl grips the thighs on each side of her head and dives in. She must credit Mack for her impeccable strength as she is basically lifting the majority of herself up by her legs and forearms, as not to put too much pressure on her chest. Quinn appreciates the consideration and awards her by sucking on her hardened clit.
Mack moans loudly and pushes her wet pussy closer to Quinn's face, who uses her top teeth and bottom lip to trap the clit and tease the hell out of it with her tongue.
"Ooohhh fuck!" Mack cums so hard she can't hold her weight and she falls completely over Quinn, who doesn't mind as she licks the lips spread out before her. Mack giggles and moans as soft kisses are applied to her sensitive clit.
"That was fast," comments the girl with the wet chin. Mack lets out an exhausted sigh and rolls off Quinn, so she is now lying on her back.
"Hey, I'm not done…" Quinn pouts and moves to get back between her legs.
"My legs are burning," Mack complains.
"I can fix that," Quinn replies and begins massaging the Skank's right thigh. Mack smiles and closes her eyes.
"Why are you being so sweet?"
Quinn tries not to be offended, but she cannot say she did not deserve the question. She usually does not give more than one orgasm to a girl at a time. She does not want them to get used to her company for too long. Ten minutes tops between legs is all Quinn needs to tease and please; then it is a smack on the ass goodbye, and she's gone before the girl can recover. She looks at the clock on Mack's side table and smirks; four minutes must be a record for her.
"It wasn't even five minutes," Quinn smirks, not even trying to mask the bragging tone.
"Don't try to avoid the question…" Mack says back, opening her eyes and pulling her leg away.
"The only thing I'm trying to avoid is leaving here without having my fill," Quinn flirtatiously counters as she lowers her head toward Mack's center, only to have her face palmed and pulled up to meet Mack's dark brown eyes.
"More than one orgasm? What makes me so special?" A fragile curiosity swirls in her eyes and Quinn furrows her brow as she is forced to see how her actions have affected the other girl. I guess her 'one and done' move is not as subtle as she thought. None of the girls ever mentioned it to her. Now, that it is being brought up, she does not know how to respond.
Mack rolls her eyes and lightly pushes Quinn away by her face. "Lock the door on your way out, will ya." Mack requests as she grabs her cigarettes and lighter.
Quinn does not know how she feels as she throws on her shirt and grabs her bag. She does not know why she feels the urge to scream, but she does not say another word and neither does Mack.
_On Fire For You_
Walking the few blocks from Mack's house to her own, gives Quinn enough time to decide that she needs a drink or three. She pulls her phone out of her pocket to call up Puck and Zizes, but her phone screen flashes with Santana's picture. The picture the Latina took of the two of them...Well, of herself licking Quinn's abdomen to be more accurate. It always sends a tingle down Quinn's spine when she sees it.
"What's up," she answers.
"Hey, sexy...You up for some fun?"
Quinn smirks. "Depends, you got anything to drink?"
"Other than my pussy, you mean?"
Quinn laughs and bites her bottom lip. "I'll be there in forty," is all she says before hanging up and rushing inside her home to shower and brush her teeth. She does not even dry her hair, just combs it out and puts on a fresh out of the dryer beanie. She decides to forego a bra and underwear as she will not be wearing them for very long, so she leaves the house in black skinny jeans and a black tank top.
She makes it to Santana's house with one minute to spare. In moments like this, Quinn is glad she only lives a few blocks between Mack and Santana. It is convenient for all three of their sexual needs; but that is pretty much the only positive. The negative is that Mack and Santana can easily track down Quinn and when they stop by her home expecting to find her there, her mom is left to deal with a pissed off Latina or a pissed off Skank...And nothing kills the mood better than a phone call from her mom yelling at her to come home and deal with whichever pissed off girl is there.
Though, all of that was before Santana and Mack decided it was pointless to argue and bring Quinn's mother into the drama. They knew if they made Quinn choose, she would likely choose one then still sneak around with the other or she would drop them both and find girls who won't cause scenes in her front yard. Thus, the threesome was born.
Now, Santana and Mack pretty much have an unspoken truce to no longer try to intrude on each other's time with Quinn. If Quinn does not start playing favorites, there is no need to ruin the deal they have going on. It is a win for them both and Quinn certainly loves handing out prizes. Still, the pink-haired girl is careful not to favor one over the other because the moment one of them thinks she is getting the short end of the stick is the moment Quinn knows shit will hit the fan. So, she plays it cool and for the most part it has been easy to balance it all out equally.
Like routine, Quinn does not have to knock; she opens the side door to the kitchen and locks it behind her. She grabs a water bottle from the fridge and jogs up the stairs to the room with the door slightly ajar.
"About time," the Latina says with nothing on but a fresh shower scent and a bit of attitude.
"Had to shower first," Quinn explains as her beanie and tank top are yanked off by the other girl. Quinn takes off her shoes and socks, unbuttons her own pants and kicks them off before joining the girl on the bed, hovering over her.
"Good, I don't want to smell that stupid Skunk, I mean Skank on you."
Quinn chuckles and bites the girl's neck in response. Santana mewls and lightly drags her nails down Quinn's shoulder blades to the sides of her hips causing the girl to tremble and bury a laugh in the crook of the neck she is biting. Santana laughs almost mockingly, but squeals when her lover grabs her waist, flips her over and smacks her ass.
"You know better than to do that," Quinn scolds.
The Latina looks over her shoulder and sees Quinn licking her own hand before bringing it back down against her ass, making the tanned skin wiggle deliciously. Santana hisses at the warm sting of the smack, but a smile spreads across her face and it is enough to have Quinn drop down, face first into Santana's pussy. The girl lifts her ass so Quinn can get better access and when she feels that perfect tongue slide into her, she arches her back and grips her bedsheets.
"Fuck yes, Quinn!" Three words is all the encouragement needed to give the rebel the confidence to try something new. She replaces her tongue with the three fingers Santana loves best, but instead of sliding her tongue down to the aching clit, she slowly slides it further up.
She feels Santana freeze for a split second, but the heavy breathing and gyrating continue with a…
"Oh, you're so fucking naughty, Q."
Quinn smirks and drags her tongue over Santana's taint and quickly loses traction when the Latina moans and arches her back even more, causing her ass to bump against Quinn's face. 'This is gonna be fun,' both girls think to themselves as they make lustful eye contact while Quinn's fingers continue playing with the wet pussy in front of her. The pink-haired girl uses her other hand to steady Santana's eager ass and does not even give her a warning when she slides her tongue over the full length of her crack. She repeats the motion and is ecstatic when Santana cries out like a cat in heat. Quinn goes harder and faster, until she circles that special spot and feels the Latina's pussy convulse around her fingers and her ass stops bumping against her tongue. Quinn is not prepared for the sound that Santana's mouth makes or the amount of cum that practically gushes out of her pussy. It is about twelve seconds of convulsing and moaning curses before Santana collapses on the bed.
Quinn remains kneeling between her legs in a daze, feeling as intoxicated as she would have been if she actually had those three drinks. She admires Santana's ass as she licks the girl's wetness off her fingers and hand. She smirks when Santana turns around and looks high as fuck and absolutely smitten. Quinn takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss each ass cheek before kissing Santana's back all the way up to her neck.
Once the rebel's lips are close enough, Santana turns onto her back and pulls Quinn in for a passionate kiss. One hand caresses the back of the pale neck and the other hand laces fingers with a pale hand. She feels light-headed and her body is tingling all over. She deepens the kiss then lightly sucks on Quinn's bottom lip. She slides her fingers down the middle of the trembling back. Quinn smiles into the kiss and tries to break away when Santana's fingers become too much; Santana doesn't let her.
Quinn moves her head to the side and laughs out loud. "Stop, S!" She nearly pleads through her dorky laughing.
Santana laughs at the irony of The Bad-Ass Quinn Fabray being so fucking ticklish with such a dorky ass laugh. She sort of feels bad when Quinn starts squirming and practically whimpers, so she kisses the girl's ear and moves her head so she can look into her green eyes. They look so playful as the girl catches her breath and relaxes into a rather adorable smile. Santana cannot fight the smile forming on her own face. Quinn really is something.
Quinn tries to shake the tingles out of her spine but looking into Santana's eyes makes her feel so exposed. The girl is staring at her with something she does not recognize. It is not lust; Quinn definitely knows that look. This is something else and it makes her nervous.
Santana stops staring when Quinn starts getting fidgety. 'Fuck, am I being too obvious?' She wonders to herself. The Latina clears her throat and reaches for the water bottle Quinn brought up for her. When she cannot quite reach it, Quinn lifts away.
"I got it," she says, stretching her upper body to grab it for her.
"Thanks," the other girl says, trying not to stare too hard at Quinn's torso. God, she wants to lick her so bad. She takes a few gulps and hands the bottle back to Quinn, who finishes it off. "That was really fucking sexy, you know."
Quinn looks confused at the comment. "The water?"
"No, dork," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "That...Thing you did earlier." Santana says, trying to hide the shy tone in her voice and blush on her face. Quinn smirks and looks rather proud of herself having caused the typically feisty girl to become so bashful. "What made you do it?" The Latina asks, with a hint of jealousy. She wonders if she did it to Mack first.
Quinn shrugs, "You were flaunting your ass in my face earlier, so I thought I'd give it some attention."
Santana laughs, "Well, if I would've known I would've shaken it at you a long time ago."
"Well, now you know," Quinn replies with a wink before lying down beside the other girl to stare at the ceiling for a relaxing minute. Santana hums in agreement and turns on her side to drape an arm over the pale stomach. Quinn is surprised by the action but does not say anything. She looks over at the alarm clock and realizes it has been almost thirty minutes since she got here.
"It's getting late," Santana says with a squeeze to Quinn's side as she scoots closer. Cuddling is not something they do, so Quinn makes an excuse to leave.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I'm supposed to meet up with Puck and Zizes," she lies. Santana looks rejected for a second before an annoyed expression takes over.
"And I almost forgot that you hang out with those losers." Quinn shakes her head at the remark. "Seriously, Q. Why hang out with those deadbeats when you can stay here, and I can tongue down these abs." She lets her hand caress the rebel girl's stomach, who flinches at the touch and sits back up.
"Those deadbeats are my friends."
"Oh please, they're your drinking buddies. They are not your friends. You think they care that you basically fell off the face of earth this past summer? Or that you pretty much gave up on school?"
"Well, if that's a requirement of being a friend then I guess I don't have any friends, at all." Quinn replies with a bite to her voice.
"Then what the fuck are we?"
"We're fuck buddies, right? I mean, I come over here to get you off and then you go tell everyone that Mack has extra nipples and threaten any girl that even looks at me. Then you somehow manage to piss off Rachel and who knows who else in the Glee Club. Oh, and then you call my friends deadbeats, which is basically calling me a deadbeat."
Santana scoffs and shakes her head. "Hold up, since when do you give a fuck about Berry?"
Quinn feels her face flush, "I - I don't!... It's just I...I saw her in the auditorium, earlier today, trying to beat up a chair or whatever. She was mad about something that you said or did."
Santana laughs. "I didn't say or do anything to that hobbit. She is just so self-centered she takes everything so personal. And it's not my fault that Skank can't take a joke."
"Well, the joke isn't funny, S. Mack nearly broke my chest plate, yelling at me for your nipple rumor."
"This is fucking ridiculous, if that bitch has such a problem with it then she can bring it up to me, instead of sending you to defend whatever little honor she has."
"You know what? Forget it," Quinn says and starts putting her pants back on and grabbing her tank top and shoes.
"Yeah, whatever Quinn. Tell Mack to grow a pair!" She yells behind the pink-haired girl leaving her room. "And Berry too!"
_On Fire For You_
Quinn cannot believe Santana. Although, she should have known that conversation was not going to get very far. She should have expected that the girl would refuse any wrongdoing on her part and simply dwindle the situation down to a mere joke, as if the world should just "grow a pair."
The pink-haired girl sighs when the same girl bumps shoulders with her in the school hall the next morning. Quinn hesitates to follow her; but when she gets that look from the Latina, she feels she has no choice.
She catches up with her in the empty choir room.
"Good girl," Santana purrs and backs Quinn up into a corner. Quinn furrows her brow at the implication but doesn't find much of a reason to be offended by it when she rather focus on having a proper talk with the other girl without arguing, this time.
"Speaking of…Are you gonna be good?" The rebel asks with a quirked brow.
"I'm not gonna apologize to the skanky bitch, if that's what you mean."
"Fine by me," says an intrusive voice. "I'd much rather settle this by kicking your scrawny ass, once and for all."
"Oh, in your dreams," Santana hisses out. "And my ass isn't scrawny; at least Q doesn't think so. Isn't that right, baby?" The Latina asks, letting her tongue tickle the underside of Quinn's tight jawline. The pink-haired girl gulps and shifts nervously, as Mack stares them both down. "Come on, baby… Tell the stupid Skank how you ran your tongue alllll over my ass last night."
Santana manages to dodge Mack's fist, but Quinn is not so lucky as she takes the hit to her chest. Mack looks horrified and immediately starts apologizing to Quinn, who is hunched over, clutching her chest. Santana takes advantage of the distraction and yanks Mack by her hair, dragging her away from Quinn.
"Fucking bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
Quinn looks up in time to see the two girls stumble into the busy hall, pulling each other's hair and clawing at whatever they can get their nails on.
"Shit!" Quinn follows them as quickly as her winded breathing will allow.
"Girl fight!" Some guy yells out as Mack trips up Santana so now, they are on the floor squabbling.
"Mack, stop!" Quinn shouts, leaning down to pull the taller girl off the short Cheerio Captain. She takes an elbow to her already aching chest but manages to restrain her.
Santana jumps up and swings her hand out to bitch slap Mack, but Quinn unknowingly turns the struggling girl around and ends up catching the hard smack of Santana's open palm to her face.
"Goddamn it!" Quinn curses stunned and nearly out of breath as her chest and face feel like they are on fire. She lets go of Mack and tries to play the pain off in front of the two girls and all the other students watching just as stunned. Both girls begin apologizing and trying to soothe Quinn, but she shrugs them off.
"Forget it. I'm fine," she lies, but tries her best to appear so. Both Mack and Santana look guilty, but Quinn knows this is her own damn fault. When she feels the two girls are no longer a physical threat to each other or anyone else, she walks away from the spectacle.
Before she turns the corner, she locks eyes with Rachel, who looks at her with an expression she cannot quite decipher. It is probably judgement or disapproval or worse...pity. Quinn does not blame the brunette for whatever negative thoughts she may have about her. She brought this all upon herself. She knew her luck with the two girls would run out sooner than later, but she just did not know it would explode in the middle of a crowd...In front of Rachel of all people.
Quinn looks away ashamed and thinks it is for the best that Rachel probably thinks so badly of her. At least, the rebel will never have the chance to hurt her.
Once she finally rounds the corner, she feels a hand brush across her stomach and looks up to find the nameless cheerleader smiling at her as she passes. Quinn lightly grips the hand mid brush and smirks back, stopping the touchy-feely cheerleader in her tracks...If all this shit is going to fucking explode in her face, she might as well go out with a bang.
_On Fire For You_
Rachel cannot believe Quinn. She should have expected it from the sexual vagabond. Still, it hurt all the same to have to pick up her jaw and the pieces of her shattered heart off the floor when she witnessed Quinn take off with that random Cheerio.
Imagining what Santana and Mack will do when they find out about Quinn's new FWB… Well, the pink-haired rebel must have a death wish, Rachel thinks to herself. Hell, she must have her own death wish. Allowing herself to feel the way she does about Quinn is just asking for a knife to the heart or a pummeling from one or both of Quinn's lovers. Judging by the sound of Santana's hand against Quinn's face…Rachel is willing to yearn for Quinn from afar…Far away from Santana and Mack.
Still, when she shared the glance with Quinn, she felt bad for her. She wanted to ask if the girl was really okay or if she was just saving face. She wanted to cradle that red cheek of hers and kiss the frown off her lips. She wanted to believe that Quinn would choose her instead of that cheerleader to help lick her wounds. Rachel sure is foolish.
_On Fire For You_
Fooling around in the back of the girl's jeep is not enough to distract Quinn from the drama in her life. Why can't she be...She can't find the right word, so instead she finds the girl's clit and rubs her fingertips on it until the girl under her is just as speechless. Only the sound of her hard, short breaths and Quinn's fingers gliding over soft wet lips is heard. This girl is cute, but the rebel is a bit surprised that she seems pretty shy. She expected a little fire based on the bravery she displayed in the open hallways of the school. Is it wrong that she is a little disappointed?
Maybe she is just used to Santana's and Mack's very vocal renditions. The thought is enough to challenge Quinn; she wants to make this girl unable to keep her damn mouth shut.
The shriek and thrust that racks the girl's body when Quinn dips down and sucks on her clit momentarily wipes the fight from Quinn's memory. The rebel has to hold the girl by the hips to keep her from thrusting too hard.
"That's better," Quinn comments when loud moans push past the other girl's lips.
"Oh, shhhiiit! Ohhh, yeeeah!" The moans are all Quinn hears, repeatedly, once her tongue begins its waltz. She continues the dance until she feels nails dig into her shoulder blades. She lightly pinches the girl's clit with her fingertips. She does not even regret it when the nails cause a burning sensation on her shoulders and neck once the girl cums.
When the girl's nails are done dragging up her skin, Quinn reaches for her shirt and fumbles with it, trying to find the right opening for her head.
"Thank you…"
"My pleasure," Quinn replies with her raspy voice and trademark smirk. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Harmony…"
Quinn hums at the name. "Well...Until next time, Harmony…" she says before planting a kiss on the swollen lips before her.
_On Fire For You_
She is a bandit. She takes all that a girl has to offer her then flees before they even realize they are missing something…The something being her… Between their legs. Missing her fingers, her tongue, her magic touch.
Harmony promised herself that if she ever got Quinn to bite, she would not let herself get in too deep. She knew of Quinn's reputation. She knew of the baggage that is her own Cheerio Captain and Mack. She knew the risks. She knew the game…Or so she thought.
She did not know it would feel like this. She did not know her pussy would literally ache at the thought of Quinn's bare back, her shoulder blades flexing as the girl licks every drop she coaxes out of her sex.
"Oh yes! Get it, Quuuinnn! Yes! It's all yours! It's all so fucking yours!" Harmony encourages as she tugs on the wet pink hair between her legs.
Quinn uses both hands to squeeze Harmony's ass as the leg draped over her shoulder pulls her in tighter. The water feels nice over the nail marks on her skin, but it does not taste as refreshing as the sweet water that drenches her tongue.
Quinn looks up at the girl literally holding onto the shower head for dear life. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth wide open. Her moans and curses sound like harmonies themselves. She has some serious vocal range, Quinn notices when the screaming goes up an octave or two. It reminds her of last night and the near deafening sound Santana made when she came as soon as Quinn's tongue swirled over her asshole.
Harmony's leg kicks out and comes back, heel first, into Quinn's ribs. The blow causes the rebel's knees to slip on the wet shower floor and her tongue to draw back unexpectedly, drawing out an orgasm and a loud guttural moan with it. Quinn catches the girl, as she finally drops her arms and weight.
"Oh my God," Harmony gasps and lets Quinn gently set her down on the shower floor, the water still pouring over them. Still kneeling, Quinn pushes the hair out of Harmony's cute face.
"Who knew next time would be so soon, huh?"
Harmony cannot even muster the strength to reply to the cocky girl. She only nods when she hears…
"Until next time…"