Infiltration
I posted this on ffn and ao3 before, but I took it down because it wasn't good enough quality to be a posted work imo, so it can go in a ficlet collection instead.
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"Dammit Rachel," Quinn mutters under her breath as her fingers work on her hacking interface to regain their connection, blue strokes frantically flowing across the screen.
I'm never letting her go with me on an infiltration mission ever again, she groans internally as she waves open a few screens, showing the security feed she hacked a while ago.
The room holding the information they need is still loaded with guards standing outside, and Rachel is nowhere in sight, not even registering on the satellite map.
"Need me to back you up?" Santana, who's currently outside the enemy outpost with their ship ready, asks through their comms, clearly ready for some action.
"No chance in hell," Quinn denies as she continues to hack the system, making sure that the security is down. "It's bad enough I have to deal with Rachel's brand of no subtlety at all, you storming in here with guns ablaze is not going to help."
"Easy there, Q," the Latina laughs, "Save the worried anger for the missus, and then maybe you can get laid and rid of that stick up your ass."
Quinn growls in response, and after a few seconds of trying to reestablish a communication link to no avail, she decides, "That's it, I'm going in."
"You know Berry can take care of herself, right?" She can already picture Santana's raised eyebrow, just waiting for the right moment to tease her mercilessly.
"Oh please, if it was Brittany you'd have teared apart the outpost long before this," the blonde retorts, already forming a route in her database to send a visual to her visor. "You know the drill; if I don't check in within fifteen minutes, you get to call the shots."
And with that, she pulls an invisibility shield over herself, and she sneaks into the vents.
Though, that doesn't stop Santana's parting words, coughing, "Whipped."
Quinn rolls her eyes even though the Latina can't see it, and shuts off the link, focusing on finding Rachel.
Her last check-in was in sector 2C, a few hallways away from 3R, their target mission. At 2A now, Quinn stops by a keypad to recharge, and she inserts her code into the mainframe as well so she can use it later if she needs it.
Skimming through the data, she realizes that a signal from the storage room in sector 2D was sent a minute ago, and tracking it, she recognizes the signal's string-code immediately.
Changing her route, she starts to identify more and more signs of Rachel's handiwork, evident by the slight change in vibration frequency the blonde's suit is detecting, and right as she reaches the storage room, the door bursts open, a golden circle-shape sonic blast ripping right through.
Rushing into the room, she sees Rachel fighting off guards, and Quinn quickly opens an interface to shut down security alarms and send a message that any threats were contained, her other hand taking out one of her machine pistols to shoot down unsuspecting guards.
Sliding in next to Rachel, the brunette shoots her a sheepish smile, and Quinn sighs fondly. "What part of infiltration do you not understand?"
"I'm sorry!" the shorter girl yelps as she takes down another omnic with her sonic gun, aiming for non-vital parts, pouting. "It was just, I was so excited for my first infiltration mission, and then I kind of tripped on a guard, and then a hoard of them were coming my way!"
Quinn shakes her head in amusement as she hacks another guard's gun and causing it to explode. "You're so making this up to me later."
"Don't worry," Rachel smirks, voice low and throaty. "I'm definitely planning on it."
Pleasant shivers rolling down her spine, the blonde narrows her eyes and takes out a pulse bomb. "I'm done playing this game now."
After swiftly programming it to ignore her and Rachel's weapon signatures, she throws it into the middle of the room and activates it with a quick press of her interface. One second later, all the guards' technology spark with electricity, electrocuting them six ways to Sunday, and they all drop to the ground unconscious, memory wiped.
Taking off her hood, Rachel looks at her, affronted. "Why didn't you do that in the first place?"
"Didn't have much reason too," Quinn shrugs, her visor's nanotech retracting into her headgear, now just covering her right ear and trailing along that side of her jaw.
Stepping closer to her, Rachel meets her face to face. "Well, I was about to kiss you," she pretends to ponder, leaning closer. But right as their lips are about to meet, she whispers in the blonde's ear instead, "But now I think I'll pass."
As Rachel turns away teasingly, a low rumble makes its way out of Quinn's throat, and she grabs a hold of the shorter girl's waist, pulling her towards her body.
Rachel's arms wrap around Quinn's neck instinctively, and the blonde crashes their lips together, hands reaching down to grab the other girl's ass.
A moan is drawn out from the tiny singer, and when Rachel tries to deepen the kiss by prying Quinn's mouth open with her tongue, the taller girl pulls away with a self-satisfied quirk of her lips, giving Rachel's ass one more squeeze before moving away.
"Nuh uh," she sings as the brunette tries to chase after her lips, "We've got a mission to complete, remember?"
With a frustrated little huff, Rachel's tone is full of promise. "We better get this done in ten minutes."
"Wouldn't dream of anything less, Superstar," Quinn smirks, planting one last kiss on the brunette's sweet lips, before walking away with her hips swaying.
"Tease," she hears Rachel mumble lowly, and the taller girl laughs, before heading off to log a check-in with Santana.
They work out a plan pretty soon, and Quinn presses a kiss to Rachel's forehead. "Be careful."
"You too." The singer shoots her a smile, before letting it turn devilish. "I'd hate to soil the ER if you do get hurt."
"Ten minutes, Rachel," Quinn reminds with a playful grin, "If you do, I'll show you the new toy I got."
Safe to say, it sends the girl hastily going on her way, and Quinn crawls into the vent system again, deactivating security traps as she goes.
The blonde soon reaches sector 3R, the info-cube in sight, and she opens their comms along with her interface. "Hacking in three."
Rachel sends back an affirmative, and as soon as Quinn hears the sound of bodies dropping to the floor outside, she starts to extract the information, fingers working at top-speed to decrypt all of the data.
The memory wipe bomb she gave Rachel only lasts for three minutes, but she doesn't need nearly as much time, and she's already finished in one. She looks through her database to confirm that she's gotten what they needed, and uploads it to their mainframe when she does.
Heading back to the storage room, she finds Rachel waiting for her, eyes dark with what could only be described as bottomless desire and hunger.
"Six minutes," the brunette breathlessly informs her.
Grinning, Quinn hands her a translocator key, visor already retracted. "I've been counting."
"Just shut up and kiss me, Fabray."
"Gladly." The blonde doesn't need any more encouragement, and she fuses their lips together, letting out a contented sigh.
Rachel's fingers trail up and down Quinn's spine, knowing damn well how sensitive she is there, and traces the blue lines that hum to life at her touch, shining through the blonde's signature black trench coat.
Letting out a strangled moan, Quinn pulls back to warn, "Rachel."
"Does it hurt?" the brunette asks, like every time she's allowed to feel all of the other girl, softly touching with reverent strokes.
Quinn shakes her head, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against Rachel's. "You could never hurt me," she breathes, and she claims the shorter girl's mouth once more.
It's tender and soft at first, but then Rachel tilts her head just right, and it turns into something much more primal, needy and desperate.
Their tongues meet, sliding into each other's mouths with an urgent fervor, and Quinn's not sure how they're supposed to escape the outpost without getting down and dirty, because really, Rachel is like a drug in all the best ways, addictive and sending her on a high.
The blonde moves to slide a leg between Rachel's legs and presses, forcing a mewl out of the absolutely beautiful specimen she gets to call hers, and the shorter girl starts to help her shrug off her trench coat.
"Oi, get back here before some guards find you two fucking like rabbits in their storage room!" Santana sends through their links, causing them to jerk away reflexively, and Quinn grumbles "Bitch" under her breath, causing Rachel to giggle.
"Come on baby." The singer pecks her lips sweetly. "Let's go home."
"Home," Quinn agrees, and they activate their translocator keys, teleporting to the translocator the taller girl had planted right outside the outpost fence a while ago.
"Ugh, I'll never get used to the weird dematerializing feeling." Rachel shivers, and Quinn laughs, free and bright, tucking the petite girl into her arm.
Opening the security feed to make sure it's still down, she briefly goes through the records to see if she missed erasing anything, and when she finds nothing, she interlaces her fingers with Rachel's and tugs them towards the cliff, happy that they can finally go home and get a well-deserved vacation.
Offering a smile, she asks, "Wanna try out the new upgrades I gave your boots?"
"I thought that they wouldn't be done till next week," Rachel's voice tilts delightfully, before she frowns a slight bit. "Wait, was that what you were working on that night when you refused to come to bed?"
The blonde, in an effort to escape an hour long rant about her health, leans in close to her girlfriend, husking, "Guess you'll have me tire you out properly later so I'll get some good rest then."
Rachel's eyes close in anticipation for a few seconds to control herself, and then she genuinely grins up at the blonde. "Thank you, Quinn. I assume it's like my wall ride function to control?"
"Yup," Quinn confirms, chest filling with adoration at the cute smile on Rachel's face, and she asks, "Jump together?"
It sounds so absurd that they can't help but chuckle, and Rachel squeezes her hand as the moment turns heartfelt. "Always."
Diving off the cliff, Quinn feels the adrenaline rush's thrill embrace her once more, and Rachel's hand grips her tight.
Right as they reach where the ship is parked into the cliff, Quinn activates her suit's thrusters, the mechanical parts opening up with a familiar hiss to allow the air pressure around her to regulate and hold her up.
Small streams of steam are let out around her feet to ensure the air flow, which means that it's working, and she looks to Rachel, who's wearing an enchanted look on her face.
The brunette's boots have her signature golden sound waves below them as they're powered by sound instead of pressure like Quinn's, and she can hear the faint hum of its vibrations, the space around Rachel's feet subtly rippling to hold her up.
A wide grin is hosted on the singer's face, and Quinn loves the fact that it's her that put it there, a warmth that can only be pure love spreading from her chest to everywhere. "You like it?"
As Rachel figures out how to walk with the boots, stepping on air with an enraptured grin, she steps towards the blonde to kiss her, passionate and breathless. "I don't appreciate the all-nighter you spent away from our bed to make it, but I love it."
"I love you," Quinn immediately counters with a (she'll never admit this) smitten smile.
Rachel beams even brighter if it's even possible, lighting up the dark atmosphere. "I love you too."
The ship's docking port slides open after a moment, and Santana greets them with a smirk. "Is Q done being Lesbian Jesus yet?"
Quinn snorts. "As if you'd let me take that godawful self-proclaimed title away from you."
"Technically you can walk on water with this tech, so," Rachel says, almost like an afterthought, as they walk to their room to change out of their gear. "By the way Quinn, you've got to tell me how it works later, both versions of it, though I'm quite sure I won't understand half of your tech-lingo anyway."
The blonde hums in reply, and she takes off her trench coat and visor, dumping it to the side. The cybernetic modifications to her spine shine a dim bright blue through the transparent lines in her metallic suit, powering it with an almost silent purr, and she groans as she stretches, her muscles and bones burning.
"You okay?" Rachel questions with concerned eyes, "Do we have to get the med team to take a look at it again?"
"It's fine," Quinn assures her partner with a small smile, not quite able to suppress the fuzzy feeling that comes with someone caring, even after this long being with the tiny singer, before adding quietly, "Makes me feel more human."
Rachel's eyes soften, and she opens her arms to wrap Quinn into a tight hug. "Oh baby," she mummers against the blonde's neck, "You feel, and that's what's most important. Not whatever tech that keeps your spine from collapsing."
"Help me take off my suit?" Quinn tentatively asks, and Rachel kisses her soundly, knowing that the blonde only ever lets her do it when she's feeling vulnerable.
"Of course," the diva breathes out, fingers lightly trailing down the metallic plates of the suit's arm.
Feeling a bout of self-consciousness, Quinn looks away, but the brunette facing her will have none of that, and she uses her free hand to hold the taller girl's cheek, guiding her to meet chestnut brown eyes.
"You're perfect."
Swiping down the glowing blue spine armor, Rachel deactivates the suit using the interface that pops up, and with a satisfying hiss, the different parts of Quinn's bionic suit pop out of place and open up as their blue lights turn off, powering down.
Placing a kiss to just below the blonde's ear, the singer traces the edges and ridges of the metal parts with reverential glides of her finger. "You're perfect, and I love you."
Quinn sighs, breathy and airy, and Rachel removes the mechanical pieces of what's practically her second skin one by one methodologically, setting them aside to reassemble later.
There's a button they can press to have the suit automatically dissemble and reassemble into a box around the taller girl's visor, but this feels more intimate, because it had taken Quinn a long time to come to terms with what she had become, and Rachel was a big and integral part of her healing.
Pretty soon, Quinn's just down to her skin-tight black shirt and boy shorts, her skin glowing blue at the singer's gentle touches, breathing to life.
If she had it her way, the cybernetic enhancements wouldn't glow at all in normal conditions where she didn't have to power her suit, but Rachel insisted on at least having it light up on touch, saying that it made her unique and deserved to be embraced.
The blonde had at first, very venomously refused, even ignoring Rachel's infamous puppy eyes. But then the petite brunette decided to use some other parts of her body to persuade her instead, and well, let's such say that Quinn gave in without much of a fuss after.
Speaking of which…
"Rachel," she drawls, snaking her way behind her girlfriend's downright delectable form to start sucking on her pulse point, tongue wreaking havoc on the sun-kissed olive skin. "I think I promised you something earlier."
Letting out a kittenish moan, said girlfriend in question reaches a hand up to push her harder down the brunette's neck, and Rachel starts to slowly grind against her, the pleasurable friction stroking the pit of fire in Quinn's lower belly with a fervent need threatening to consume her whole. "You do always make good on your promises," the tiny girl agrees, before Quinn bites down, hard, and she gasps, "Fuck, that feels good!"
Quinn smirks, spinning the singer to face her, and pulls Rachel in for a bruising kiss, unrestrained with pure lust and arousal, but most importantly, love.
Life is good.