More feelings than sexy times, I am not sorry. Also, please don't hate on the sonnet that Quinn recites, okay ;_;?
The train platform shook and a blast of warm air lifted Rachel's hair that framed her features. She held on to the wad of papers in her hand as the train screeched to a full stop before her. There were not a lot of people in the train, but there were no seats left. Rachel wasn't bothered by it, especially when she saw the pale blonde who lit up when their eyes locked with each other.
As soon as the doors hissed open, Rachel leapt inside the subway car and hugged the blonde's free arm. "Quinn! It's nice to see you!"
The science student smiled and wrapped her arm around the petite girl's shoulder. "We just saw each other three days ago."
"Still," the brunette huffed. Rachel rose to the tips of her toes to place a kiss against Quinn's ear. "How was your midterm?"
At the mention of the test, Quinn sighed and bumped her forehead against the cool metal pole. "Terrible. I was too distracted because whenever functional groups and key metabolites come up, I think about you." Rachel laughed in amusement, but motioned for the blonde to continue. "When I was studying, you keep popping in my head so I had to…" She cleared her throat and looked away. "…attempt to refocus."
"That's one way to look at it," Rachel said as the train jolted forward. She grabbed on to the pole, and Quinn's hand for balance. Quinn asked how she was, and immediately the brunette launched into an animated retelling of the past three days. She talked about her practices, singing, and her role as Maria. Rachel was pleasantly-surprised that Quinn kept up and even asked questions, unlike her past boyfriends, who were either disinterested or bored.
"I've been meaning to ask you," Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand and smiled, looking a bit uneasy. "Do you have any plans tonight? Do you want to go grab some food with me?" The train announced its arrival, and Quinn bit her lip and cocked her brow. "Yes?"
Rachel barely finished agreeing when Quinn's eyes lit up as she dragged the brunette out of the train then up to the surface. Quinn slowed down and led her to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, although calling it that might be a stretch. The bistro was dimly-lit and the air smelled like frying oil and potatoes. "I love this place," Quinn said when she pulled the door open for Rachel. "Their poutine is really good."
Quinn held her hand as they entered the warmth of the café. "Hey Mark, this is Rachel."
A tall man with broad shoulders grinned at them. "I haven't seen you in weeks. How can you even survive a week without potatoes? How?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Order away, Rach."
As the brunette read the variations that she can put on her basket of fries, she immediately chose the vegan option as soon as she saw it. Mark cocked his brow for Quinn's order, saying that she was ordering what Rachel's having. Rachel watched Mark hesitate, but punched in their orders anyway. "Give me five minutes, ladies. Have a seat and I'll serve it to you."
"You don't look like the vegan type." Rachel said when Quinn pulled out a chair for her. "You could've ordered whatever you wanted, you know."
Quinn shrugged. "Yeah, but I just came from a biology class. Even if I wanted a meat slaughter poutine with mountains of bacon served in a bowl of a bacon weave, the memory of carcasses and bloodied body parts are still vivid in my mind."
The gasp that tore through Rachel's throat made Quinn laugh. "I'm entirely serious, too."
They spent the entire meal getting to know each other, and Rachel was pleasantly surprised that there was more to Quinn than a fully-functional penis and chemistry jokes. She was sincere in everything she said and did, and there was something about the words she chose to use. Quinn was serene; her features and her voice instilled a calming peace within Rachel. The actress adored it.
As they left Mark and his poutinerie, Quinn held Rachel's hand and walked her to her apartment. The sun vanished behind thick, grey clouds that threatened overhead, and the wind picked up around them. Leaves rustled against the trees, falling onto the street, creating a hurricane of reds and browns. Rachel shivered when a cold blast hit her, and in an instant, Quinn's arms were around her, keeping her warm. The brunette sighed, feeling content.
"Is there anything that you want to be?" Rachel suddenly asked, looking up at hazel eyes in wonder. Quinn appeared to be a person who had everything, and Rachel wouldn't be shocked if the blonde said she wanted to be a doctor.
"… I wanted to study poetry." Quinn murmured, avoiding the way Rachel's eyes widened, visibly shocked at the canyon of difference between her expectations and reality. The blonde took a deep breath and sighed. "I wanted to study the order of words down to a science. Sometimes a series of words have a specific order, a specific meaning, and a specific rhythm that can make people's heart ache."
Rachel was in awe. She was, she was.
"I wanted that. I…" Quinn tightened her grip on Rachel's hand. "I wanted to make people's heart race. I wanted to make people feel many things, but most of all I want them to understand the force behind words and feelings." They rounded off a corner and Rachel sidled closer underneath Quinn's arm, and the blonde hugged her closer to her body. "It's never going to be a high-paying job, but I don't care. If it means having to be a doctor, as long as I can write poetry for the rest of my life, I'm happy."
To say that Rachel was breathless was nothing compared to the way her heart seemed to spill emotions. As a deep-seated romantic, Rachel appreciated words and poetry, but she never thought she could find one in Quinn Fabray.
"Then what are you doing studying medical science?" Rachel demanded; fire lit up her eyes as Quinn watched her in shock. "I can tell you love poetry, Quinn. But if you're settling for something, you'll never be happy!"
"As much as I want to drop the sciences and study poems," Quinn rubbed soothing circles across the tense muscles of Rachel's back. "My father pays for my tuition fees. I work, but my money will never be enough."
"Won't your father pay for your tuition fees?" Rachel huffed. "Why isn't he supporting your dreams? Did he force you into studying medical science? What kind of a father does that?"
"There is no way a Fabray is to study the arts," Quinn whispered. Her voice carried out with the autumn wind, and Rachel struggled to catch it. "We're… We're an old-fashioned family, Rachel. I'm enough of a disappointment to them as it is, with my birth defect of all things."
"But—" Rachel hesitated. It was none of her business, no matter how much she wanted it to be. "Will you… will you tell me a poem?"
Quinn shuddered out a breath that shook her to the core. But when Rachel's fingers locked with hers, she calmed down and began:
"It is by the promise of love foretold,
doth the caustic drops fall upon my lips.
Like melted wax, it shifts from hot to cold,
freezing on my face, no more does it drip."
Shivers burst through Rachel as the low murmur of Quinn's words rumbled against her chest, and into the actress. Quinn continued their walk. She hugged Rachel against her front, their footsteps followed one another. The brunette wrapped the girl's arms around her neck, snuggling into the warmth of Quinn.
"The wasted whispers of words on the page,
enables my exhausted memory
to fall victim into your grasp; the cage
in which you keep me for your mockery."
Rachel was sure that she was becoming aroused as every word fell out of Quinn's lips. How could she not, when the emotions that dripped from every alphabet of Quinn's sonnet spoke volumes, more than what Rachel expected? She bit her tongue, afraid to ruin the magic of the night.
"Teeth for teeth, the hidden insults doth come,
you tear into me with your gilded tongue.
My rage no more, no more of bitten thumbs;
leave me to fall back to the lowest rung."
The actress sighed, willing herself not to burst into tears. The streets melted into familiarity as Rachel's apartment hovered before them. Quinn brought her to the steps, so that Rachel was a few inches taller than she was. The blonde tipped her head up and the way her hazel eyes danced with the orange lights made Rachel's breath hitch.
"For the wary scars singed into my vein
longs for nothing more but my love to wane."
"…wow…" Rachel sighed. She had no words – Quinn stole them all.
"Haha, yeah…" Quinn murmured, squeezing Rachel's hand for the last time before letting her go. "So… good night, Rach."
"Quinn, you really should study poetry you know? If it's what you want, then—"
The creases on Quinn's forehead became more apparent, and the circles below her eyes darkened. It was the first time Rachel saw how tired the blonde was, and how excruciating her life must be, if she couldn't do what she wanted, study what she always dreamt about. She can see the pressure behind those hazel eyes as they silently begged Rachel not to mention her dreams in front of her.
When Rachel nodded and smoothed her hand against Quinn's cheek, the actress saw the instantaneous change in Quinn's features. She was now back to being the serene girl that caught Rachel's attention every day during her commute – the same way Quinn caught her when she was about to fall.
"Would you like to spend the night?" Rachel asked before she could stop herself. She berated herself and was about to apologize but she was wrapped around slender arms and a kiss landed against her forehead. Her face lit up when Quinn opened the door for her. She tried not to sprint up the steps, excited that she would finally spend the night with the blonde again.
"Come here," she whispered when Quinn stood awkwardly by the door of Rachel's bedroom. She pulled the blonde by the hand and slowly plucked the buttons off of her dress shirt, revealing marble skin and a green lace bra. The atmosphere between them was different, but not unwelcome. Breathing was difficult, but it wasn't because they were clawing each other's clothes, eager to get laid. No, it ran deeper than that.
"We don't have to do anything," explained Rachel as she pushed the dress shirt off of Quinn's shoulders. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the blonde's clavicle, earning a shudder. Rachel pulled her sweater over her head and stifled a moan when Quinn's cold fingertips massaged her lower back.
"I want to hold you though." Quinn murmured against olive skin that burst into gooseflesh as her lips swept against it. "May I?"
Rachel gave Quinn a loose shirt and a pair of sweatpants that fit snugly against Quinn's hips. It hugged the bulge at the front of the sweatpants, and Rachel had to fight the desire to squeeze it in between her thighs. Rachel changed into her sleep clothes as well – clothes that consisted of two scraps of fabric that hung low against her curvaceous frame. She noticed how Quinn struggled against the yearning to pounce on the brunette. Rachel smiled.
"Lay with me?" She asked, and in the silence of the room, it echoed between them. Quinn appeared at a loss, and with a gentle hand, Rachel fell into bed with her. Underneath the covers, Rachel snuggled into the spicy vanilla scent that was Quinn. Their arms wrapped around one another, and their legs were a mess.
But Rachel has never felt more at peace.
Her body was in a constant thrum of arousal and desire, but she was still. Quinn pulled her closer – Rachel's back against Quinn's front. The actress felt her heart ache. The echoes of Quinn's poem, the words that dripped out of her silken tongue, sent Rachel's heart and mind into a frenzy.
Rachel surrounded herself with Quinn's arms and sighed. There was nothing else she could do, but support whatever decision Quinn made. With that, she was content.
/~/
"RACHEL!"
Said girl's eyes shot up, only to immediately slam shut thanks to the bright light filtering through the sheer pink curtains of her bedroom window. A tall, long-haired blonde popped her head into the room, her jaw dropped. "Oh shit – I'm so sorry! Rach, why didn't you put the sexy-times sign up?" The blonde girl grabbed the 'do-not-disturb' sign from the hook by the door and placed it on the knob. In a whisper, the blonde smirked: "Tell me all about it later, yeah?"
Rachel giggled and rolled her eyes. The duvet shifted and Quinn looked up with bleary eyes and mussed hair that stuck out in odd angles all over her head. Rachel bent down to wake her up with a kiss, her hands trailing down the science student's firm stomach. Lower went Rachel's hand, only to pause above the bulge that radiated heat.
"Mmn, was that your roommate?" Quinn gasped when Rachel squeezed the softness of her cock. "She seems… n-nice."
"Oh, she is." Rachel agreed, carrying the conversation as if there was nothing illicit occurring beneath the covers. "She's in Juilliard with me for dance."
"N-nyuh…" The dick beneath Rachel's palm was twitching now, so she yanked down the sweatpants, cooing when Quinn's cock popped out. It bobbed back and forth as it rested against Quinn's lower stomach. "W-what are you doing, Rach?"
"Did you really have to ask?" The brunette smirked. She slinked down to come face to face with Quinn's cock, with its soaked tip and quivering length. She picked it up with a cool hand and stuck out her tongue to taste the precum. "Mm, I guess I'll be having you for breakfast."
"Holy hell," Quinn murmured as Rachel lowered her mouth against her cock, staring in awe as it vanished into the hot and wet orifice. She took Quinn all the way down so that her throat massaged the cockhead. Quinn fought against her heavy eyelids. The sight before her was too beautiful.
"You like it when I choke on your cock, hmm?" Rachel smirked and pumped faster. She slurped in Quinn's testicles, trying to fit both in her mouth. "How about your balls, baby?"
"Shit," Quinn cried out when Rachel managed to suckle in both of her testicles. Rachel's mouth slobbered all over her scrotum and cock, giving it a spit shine that made Rachel's jerking easier and more pleasurable. "Come up here and sit on my face."
"I wouldn't be able to concentrate then," Rachel pouted but moved to straddle Quinn's waiting mouth. As soon as the brunette's hips lowered, Quinn gripped her round ass and kept her in place as her tongue slashed against her pussy lips. "A-aah! Quinn, fuck you're so good."
Quinn chuckled against her drenched cut, causing more of the wetness to flood into the blonde's mouth. She jerked her hips up, reminding Rachel that her cock needed attention as well. Rachel whimpered around the thick shaft in her mouth as her hips gyrated against Quinn's tongue. It slipped inside Rachel's cunt, stroking the walls, calling out the cum from Rachel's pussy.
The initial stirrings of orgasm brewed in the pit of Rachel's belly, so she struggled against Quinn's hold, but the blonde slapped her round butt. "Mmn no!" Quinn murmured as her teeth grazed Rachel's inner thigh. "…taste so good…"
"Q-Quinn!" Rachel shrieked when the girl below her suckled against her clit. Rachel thrashed and fought against the impeding orgasm as more and more cum spilled out of her twitching hole. "O-oh! Right there!"
Rachel stuffed Quinn's cock inside her mouth to stifle her cries, afraid that her roommate would hear. As her orgasm coursed through her, Quinn continued to lap at the cum that that was all over Rachel's pussy lips. The brunette managed to roll off Quinn. She felt breathless, straddling Quinn as she fought for air.
"You're a naughty girl for not stopping when I wanted to stop," Rachel purred as she gyrated her hips against Quinn. Her clit bumped against the thick shaft that quivered below her. The wetness from her previous orgasm spread across Quinn's cock. "What should I do to punish you, hmm?"
"Uhh," Quinn blinked up at Rachel. "I don't—"
"I'm going to fuck you with my pussy," Rachel murmured nonchalantly. "I am going to fuck you, and you're going to scream." Rachel pinched Quinn's nipples through her shirt. "You're going to scream until my roommate hears you." She plunged Quinn's cock inside her pussy and moaned. "Is that clear?"
"Y-yes!" Quinn cried out as Rachel began to move up and down, tightening ever so often. The wetness was distracting Quinn from anything else. It was as if she was drowning in desire and how everything felt so fucking good.
Rachel smirked at this as she pumped her hips faster and faster, her orgasm quickly approaching. She can feel Quinn's precum dripping out of her cock and spilling into Rachel's insides. "Oh Quinn you're so big…" Rachel gasped when Quinn hitched upwards. "Scream for me baby."
"AH!" Quinn's hands flew to Rachel's waist when the brunette tightened to the point of hurting, even if it still felt pleasurable. "Fucking hell, Rach!"
"Yeah, that feel good?" Rachel bent forward to claim Quinn's lips as her own. She rolled her hips and dug her nails into the pale shoulders. "You gonna cum for me?"
Quinn slammed her eyes shut. The sight of Rachel's thick brown hair against her breasts, her full-blown irises and her pink lips was too erotic. Her dick twitched as she focused on the wetness that her cock was surrounded in. "You're a slut for my pussy, aren't you Quinn?" Rachel whispered against her ear. "You'd do anything to fuck me, right?"
"Yes!" Quinn sobbed. She felt more cum drip out of her dickhead. "Fucking yes, Rachel!"
"Do you like how wet I am?" Quinn wanted her to stop talking, yet at the same time the words affected her more than anything else. Perhaps it was because every hitch of Rachel's voice made her pussy clench around his dick, or the breathy sighs that came after. "Come on Quinn, fuck me."
The blonde's eyes shot open at this, and she saw Rachel looking down at her with a challenging smirk. To close her eyes again was the only thing that Quinn could do to top herself from cumming, and she did just that. She rolled their joined bodies so that Rachel's back was against the bed, and Quinn was doing all the pumping.
"Shit, I'm about to come," Quinn murmured against Rachel's cheek. Her breathing was raspy and her thrusts became off-beat but faster. "O-ooh fuck here it comes!" She slammed her hips against Rachel's as her cum spurted out of her twitching balls and into Rachel's cunt. Quinn's thrusting slowed down but Rachel yanked her blonde hair to make her open her hazel eyes.
"Don't stop, keep fucking me." Rachel hissed, and Quinn did as she was asked. As sensitive her cock was, she pushed through as Rachel's cunt shuddered around her dick. The wetness from her jizz made fucking Rachel wetter and ultimately better.
"Oh god, no more." Quinn whimpered as she pulled out and slumped against Rachel. She placed soft kisses against the brunette's sweaty neck and shoulders, moving up to her cheeks, all over her face, then her lips. "Good morning beautiful."
Rachel giggled and kissed Quinn back. "Good morning to you too. Shower?"
/~/
They managed not to have more morning sex in the bathroom as they bathed each other. With Quinn's clothes from last night, they walked hand in hand into the kitchen where Rachel's roommate was dancing along to pop hits from the radio while making quesadillas. She looked at the pair and smiled, directing them to sit along the island table in front of her.
"Did you guys have a good morning?" She quipped as she placed two steaming cups in front of Rachel and Quinn. "Three sugars and soy milk for the diva and two sugars and hell of a lot of creamer for the date?"
"How did you–?"
"Brittany's a part-time barista at this quaint coffee shop in Manhattan." Rachel explained. "She can read people so well that she knows how to make people's coffee before they even order."
Brittany shrugged, flipping the quesadillas that were oozing with vegan cheese and vegetables. "It's not that hard. Sometimes people focus on the big picture that they don't realize how easy it would be if they just pay attention to the little things."
They ate breakfast in the midst of comfortable chatter, and Quinn cannot help but be charmed by Brittany, even if she seemed to be a bit obsessed by ducks half the time. Other than that, Quinn couldn't help but think that if Santana wasn't so obsessed with law school, Brittany would be able to calm her down. Quinn offered to do the dishes, but one look from the blonde dancer made her shut up.
"Oh poor baby, don't look so sad." Rachel giggled while straightening Quinn's hair with her fingertips. The blonde sighed at the feeling of short nails scratching against her scalp. "If it makes you feel better, maybe you can do the dishes when I cook for you sometime."
"That would make me feel loads better," Quinn sighed, burrowing her face against Rachel's neck. Her tongue darted out to taste the clean olive skin that tasted like soap and something uniquely Rachel, like fruit candy. The brunette moaned when Quinn's licking turned to sucking, so the medical student stepped back and cleared her throat. "S-sorry about that."
"What are you apologizing for?" Rachel questioned.
"I can't keep my… erm, my tongue off of you." Quinn's pale skin flushed at the admittance.
"That's okay Quinn," Rachel breathed, her arms wrapping around the taller girl's neck. Their lips hovered against one another, mere particles separating them. The actress licked her lips, the underside of her tongue grazing against Quinn's lips as well. "It feels good."
"O-okay…"
Rachel chuckled and caressed Quinn's cheek lightly. "Is it too soon to say I'll miss you?"
Palms rested on top of the slope of Rachel's waist, pulling the girl closer to Quinn's lean body. "I hope not… because I feel the same way too."
There's this G!P RP on tumblr. And I want to join as Santana (only because g!pRachel is taken). But I can't join! Why? ...I'm not 18. This saddens me.