Round Two
Based on an edit by Whatthegleek on Instagram.
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The door opens, and at the sight of Rachel, Quinn hides her smirk.
"Back for round two, Miss Berry?" she drawls. "Didn't know I was that irresistible."
At that, an indignant look appears on Rachel's face, and Quinn immediately hones in on a bitten lip, feeling that familiar jolt of electricity down below as Rachel narrows her eyes. "Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe I just needed the toilet?"
Even though the brunette's voice is scathing, the frustration lacing her tone is no doubt that of sexual frustration, and Quinn can't hide her Cheshire grin, stretching across her face lazily.
Leaning back against the cold tiled walls of the bathroom, she hums noncommittedly, shrugging. "Well, okay then."
Rachel seems to be taken aback, and she demands, "What?"
Quinn stifles her mocking smile. "Go do what you came here to do."
When Rachel doesn't reply, Quinn makes a show of rolling her eyes, prompting, "Go pee, Berry."
There's a spilt second of silence, and then Rachel is letting out a small little grunt of petulance, almost as if she's disappointed that Quinn hadn't called her out. "Well, fine then!"
Spinning on her heel, her hair flips dramatically as she storms into a toilet stall, and Quinn chuckles, low and dry.
"Any second now," she says to herself as an afterthought, tapping her fingers against the sink impatiently. "Three…two…and…"
The door to the stall opens, and Rachel pokes her head out, looking like a sulky child that wants something.
"Okay fine," she admits, delicious lips jutted out in a pout. "I'm horny, and I…need you to take care of me."
"Oh, how?" Quinn draws this out, loving how much Rachel seems to need her. "You gotta be specific, Rachel."
A choked little whine erupts from Rachel's throat, and it's with the sharp aching of her core at the noise that Quinn thinks, Okay, maybe I need Rachel a whole damn lot too.
And just like that, Rachel is heading towards Quinn with quick strides, making hazel eyes look appreciatively at long legs that seem to go on for miles, and when Rachel stops, they're so close that their noses are almost touching.
Finally letting out her predatory smirk, lips curling upwards, Quinn ignores the frantic beating of her heart, acting like Rachel's close proximity isn't affecting her at all. "Yeah?"
Rachel growls, a frustrated and needy sound. "I need you to go and fuck me until I can't walk straight, dammit!"
Hearing the diva curse just makes Quinn even wetter, and she barely manages to suppress her aroused groan, her chest heaving heavily as they breathe against each other, Rachel's breath warm against Quinn's face.
"Good girl," Quinn husks, clearly pleased. "Now, was that really so hard?"
"Quinn," Rachel grits out, clearly buzzing with need as her entire face is red from the heat, and just like that, Quinn can't take it anymore.
Tugging an all-too-willing Rachel to the handicapped stall, she slams and locks the door shut behind them, pressing the brunette against the wall with her lips ghosting right at Rachel's pulse point.
"Oh, I'm not just gonna fuck you till you see stars and can't walk straight," she promises, a hand already kneading a bra-clad breast under Rachel's sweater and the other slowly caressing a tanned smooth thigh, moving tauntingly slow.
Rachel makes a sound that's both a pleading whimper and a guttural moan, and Quinn's chest rumbles with satisfaction, her body pressing even closer against the small brunette.
"See, when I'm done with you, you're going to feel me for days," she growls, mouthing against a delectable neck hungrily. "And you'll be mine."