Behind the Lens

Watching the blonde move around the kitchen with graceful movements does something to her, and Rachel suddenly understands what Quinn was talking about earlier. She wants to save this moment in time forever, and she wants it desperately.

Based on that picture Dianna took of Lea cooking that gives off major domestic vibes.

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Rachel hears the faint sound of a shutter go off, and she looks towards the source of the noise with curious eyes, momentarily distracted from the cooking she's supposed to be doing.

Quinn stares back with playful hazels and a camera in hand, and Rachel lets out a giggle.

"Baby, what are you doing," she laughs. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching me how to cook instead of practicing photography?"

In response, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirks upwards in amusement, and Quinn sets the camera aside on the countertop.

Rachel sinks into warm arms as they envelop her waist in a comfortable and familiar practice, and she sighs contently when Quinn rests her head on her shoulder.

"Rae you're going to burn something if you don't pay attention soon," is what the blonde murmurs into her ear after a moment, and Rachel yelps, moving to turn off the fire immediately.

Quinn's answering laughter leaves her breathless and with a warm fuzz in her stomach, and she pouts. "You did that just to mess with me," she accuses, turning around in Quinn's arms to look at her wife.

"Me?" Quinn gasps dramatically. "I would never."

"Don't deny it you big bully," Rachel grumbles, huffing even though she can't quite keep the smile off of her face. "Here I am trying to learn how to cook so you won't have to as often, and you turn it into a farce mocking me!"

"Those accusations do hurt me so," the blonde plays along with their little game easily, a smirk on delectable pink lips, "I was just trying to take a nice picture of my wife and nothing else."

"Of course you were," Rachel mumbles under her breath, almost sulking with her tone.

At that, Quinn lets out a laugh before leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of her temple, and Rachel has a hard time keeping her beam at bay from the sweet gesture.

It's been years, but even the lightest of touches from Quinn still make her heart race and her chest warm, and she would have it no other way.

She tilts her head upwards to capture her wife's lips with her own, and Quinn returns the kiss eagerly, the chaise but sweet kiss causing all sorts of mayhem in Rachel's system.

When Rachel tries to deepen the kiss though, Quinn's quick to put a stop to it, and she chuckles at Rachel's sound of protest that results.

"We are not having kitchen sex today sweetie," the blonde hums, much to Rachel's displeasure. "But I do think we can take a break from cooking for now."

With that said, Quinn reaches a hand to grab the before-forgotten camera, and she scrolls to the picture that she had just took of Rachel, showing it to her.

"See this?" she says softly, swiping her thumb over the screen almost affectionately. "You look beautiful here, and it's how I see you. My perfect, amazing, absolutely stunning wife that I still have no idea how I managed to convince marry me."

The words send a rush through Rachel's stomach and she's certain her heartrate is so loud it's going to beat out of her chest soon, and she can't resist swooping up to draw Quinn into another kiss.

The way soft lips move against her will never - never - get old, and her lashes flutter as they pull apart. "I would only be so lucky," she breathes out, and Quinn sends a loving smile at her.

"Yeah?" the blonde asks.

Rachel beams. "Yeah."

There's silence for a few moments, and it's serene, both of them just enjoying the feeling of the other in their arms until Quinn breaks the silence. "You know what?" she says. "Fuck cooking, I want to take you out tonight."

Rachel giggles. "Why, what a romantic way of asking."

"What a romantic way of accepting," is Quinn's responding drawl, and Rachel's lips quirk upwards.

"Who says I accept?"

"It's probably in the marriage contract somewhere," Quinn waves away off-handedly, and Rachel has to roll her eyes good-naturedly.

"Come on, we can clean up and see if we can score a good table at that fancy restaurant downtown." She darts forward to quickly land a peck on the corner of Quinn's lips.

The blonde shakes her head. "I can clean up while you go pick out a nice dress," she says. "After all, you did manage to not burn down the kitchen today. I think you've earned it."

"Quinn!" Rachel's insulted voice rings out immediately, and her wife simply laughs, moving to put the already prepared food in the freezer.

Watching the blonde move around the kitchen with graceful movements does something to her, because she looks so beautiful like that just existing, and Rachel suddenly understands what Quinn was talking about earlier.

She wants to save this moment in time forever and store it away in a treasured box of memories never to be forgotten, and she wants it desperately.

It's then that she remembers the camera that Quinn put aside once again, and she picks it up thoughtfully with a hum. Pointing it at Quinn, the shutter goes off once more, and Quinn turns to her with eyes full of adoration.

"Rae what are you doing," she grins. "I thought I was the photographer out of the two of us."

"Loving you," Rachel simply says, and Quinn blinks, taken aback. "I'm always loving you, like I loved you before, and like how I'll continue to love you to the end of time."

There's a moment as Quinn's visibly shaken with emotion, before she sucks in a breath and quirks up her signature brow.

"Even after the pictures we've taken have long faded to dust?" the blonde questions.

"Always," Rachel breathes, and she steps forward to pull Quinn into another kiss that speaks of promises of forevermore. "It's what behind the lens that's most important anyway."