lA/N: This chapter is where the 'M' rating comes into play. Smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Breadstix.
The character Nicole Cassidy and the title 'Always You' are mine though.
Chapter 15: Your Arms Feel Like Home
Rachel and Quinn exchanged their 'I love you's' just over a week ago, but since then they had been much to busy to enjoy any alone time. Between Quinn's new job waitressing and starting therapy with her mom, Rachel's play rehearsal, and glee practicing for Sectional's, they had little time to do anything else. And the separation was driving the girls crazy. They were still able to steal kisses at school and talk to each other on the phone until they fell asleep. Rachel kept her promise, and continued sending Quinn compliments every day. But it still wasn't enough for either girl.
New Directions had just won Sectional's and were heading to Puck's house to celebrate. Rachel's dads were being too overprotective and wouldn't let her stay overnight with Quinn, but they did extend her curfew until 2AM. That was more than enough time to make up for lost time with Quinn, but not nearly enough to satisfy her.
Quinn and Rachel arrived at Puck's around 9:00. After having a few drinks and playing some of the obligatory party games, the girls disappeared into Puck's bedroom. The thought that they were now as bad as or worse than Brittany and Santana momentarily passed their minds as they immediately shed their shirts, as was now custom (at least it had been since the night at Santana's hot tub party).
"I have missed this so much." Quinn moaned between kisses, before trailing kisses down Rachel's neck. "I've missed you."
Rachel could only moan in response, Quinn breathed heavily as her kisses reached her girlfriend's breast. She looked up to Rachel for approval before removing her bra. She immediately claimed Quinn's right breast with her mouth, nibbling on the exposed nipple. She moaned as loudly as Rachel did. She continued plastering kisses on Rachel's breast as she cupped the other one in her hand, squeezing before gripping her left nipple in her fingers and alternating between tugging and squeezing. She loved the way Rachel's hips buckled under her.
This was the furthest they had gone together, and they were taking their time enjoying the sensation of each other. When Quinn had finished ravishing Rachel's breasts, she worked her way back up to claim her lips. They kissed for awhile before Rachel abruptly flipped their bodies, and climbed atop Quinn. She helped the girl out of her bra, and took her turn to explore her girlfriend's body. Quinn shivered at Rachel's touch, letting out a whimper. Rachel's movements became more aggressive as she heard Quinn's nonverbal approval.
They were losing track of time as they lost themselves in their desire. Rachel had started rocking their bodies, causing their cores to crash against each other. Moan after moan erupted. Rachel positioned herself so she was straddling Quinn's thigh. She started thrusting herself upon Quinn, riding her thigh. Quinn's hands found their way to Rachel's hips as she helped her girlfriend find a rhythm. She moved her hands around Rachel's hips to her back end, gripping her firmly. Rachel moaned loudly, and thrust herself roughly into Quinn's thigh.
As she did so, Quinn felt the dampness of Rachel's underpants on her thigh. She was so moist and warm it caused Quinn's whole body to erupt with pleasure as a whimper escaped her lips. "You're so wet."
Rachel didn't respond to Quinn's acknowledgement, instead she thrust harder before leaning down and claiming Quinn's lips. She pulled away, biting Quinn's bottom lip gently before her silky voice broke the silence. "You make me this way."
"God, Rachel." Quinn moaned as Rachel's underwear continued to leave some wetness on her thigh. "I think I might be even wetter than you right now."
Rachel stopped thrusting and looked at her girlfriend with fully blown black eyes, before shoving her hand under Quinn's skirt. "I have to know."
Quinn nearly came undone right there when Rachel's thumb ghosted across her soaked panties. The friction of Rachel's thumb sliding across her underwear was rapturous. Quinn's hips shot up on their own accord, causing Rachel's hand to be pressed firmly on her center. Quinn bit her lip to control the moans, but nothing had ever felt so perfect. She couldn't share it alone, though. Her hand found its way from Rachel's backside, around to her front. She slowly trailed her fingers along the panty line and rested it between Rachel's core and her own thigh. The movement spurred Rachel into action, and she began to thrust her hips again, this time riding Quinn's hand. Quinn couldn't bite back the moan; nor could she control the shiver that shot down her spine. She looked at Rachel, she was about to make a silent plea to enter her girlfriend but was startled when Rachel's phone chirped and her girlfriend jumped off the bed to retrieve it.
Quinn sighed in disappointment, closing her eyes slowly. She almost had what she wanted. But was Rachel ready? She had always vowed to wait till she was 25; could Quinn really take her virginity so easily at some party hidden away in Puck's bedroom?
"Sorry, Quinn. I sat the alarm so I wouldn't be late for my curfew. You have to get me home or else I'll be grounded and we'll never be able to continue this." Rachel said, pointing between them with a smirk on her face. She was already re-dressing as she tossed Quinn her bra.
"It's that late already? We always seem to lose track of time." Quinn forced a smile. She tried to keep her voice even and not let her disappointed be apparent.
Quinn drove Rachel home and climbed into her own bed. Her core burned ever since Rachel had turned her on and left her unsatisfied. She sighed. As she thought about the night's events she slowly slid her hand down her body. She dipped her fingers underneath her underwear. She was still moist, and as she thought about Rachel and the things she did to her, her fingers worked their way in and out with increasing speed. As she came, she moaned Rachel's name. She didn't know it, but across town Rachel had just called out her name into the darkness. She too, had to finish what she and Quinn had started.
Things were awkward between Quinn and Rachel on Monday at school. They talked on the phone over the weekend, but were unable to spend much time together. Quinn worked all day on Saturday, and Sunday was the Berry's family day.
Quinn smiled shyly at her girlfriend when she greeted her at her locker. "Hey babe." She said kissing Rachel's lips.
After sharing a few tame kisses, Rachel replied. "I missed you."
"How was family time?"
"Uneventful."
They stared at each other, memorizing every detail.
"Could you stop eye fucking each other, and tell me what the Hell happened to the two of you at Puck's party?" Santana appeared behind them.
"We sort of snuck up to Puck's room and lost track of time." Rachel answered.
"Then I had to take Rachel home, so I just went home too."
Santana eyed them suspiciously. Before nodding her approval of the story.
"So, Berry. We're all celebrating on opening night after the play, right?"
"It's not for three weeks, Santana." Rachel asked shocked at Santana's interest.
"I know, but I like to plan ahead."
"Since when?" Quinn jeered.
Santana shrugged, pretending to be bored. Quinn and Rachel shared another shy look before Rachel turned to her girlfriend. "I just remembered I gonna go run something by Coach Beiste about my performance, apparently mine and Blaine's on stage kissing leaves something to be desired and I need to know how to correct it." Rachel kissed Quinn before walking way.
"Wow, did your girl just say she needed to figure out how to kiss Blaine better?"
Quinn shook her head clear of the image. "I sort of have bigger problems, S."
Santana raised an eyebrow. She didn't need to respond because Quinn was dragging her to an empty classroom.
"We almost had sex at Puck's party, but well since we didn't I had to, you know…"
Santana smirked delightfully. "Are we talking masturbation, Fabray?"
"Shhhh." Quinn looked around to make sure they were alone. "I can never control myself around Rachel, and well, she has said she wanted to wait till she was 25…"
Santana stared at Quinn; shocked speechless.
"And I don't want to force her, but then she does things like…"
Santana holds up her hand to silence her. "I really don't need to know." She sighed and continued. "Have you talked to her about it?"
"And say what? Hey, can I have your virginity please?"
Santana snorted. "Have a little more tact than that, Q."
"I'm serious, San. These last few weeks of Celibacy Club have been torturous. She's talking to Miss Pillsbury about…whatever, and all I do is picture myself taking her right there. On the table…with Miss Pillsbury in or out of the room; depending on the day."
Santana shut her eyes trying to erase the image. "You have to talk about it, Q. Or else, get used to self lovin'" She added with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm already used to it." After seeing the look Santana shot her, she shrugged. "Her skirts are really short, you can practically see…"
"I'm leaving now." Santana said walking out.
Rachel hated lying to Quinn, but she had some pressing matters to attend to. Which is what led her to the boy's locker room. She knew Puck often skipped his morning classes in lieu of working out. And that was what she found him in the middle of doing, when she made her way inside.
"Do you have a minute?" Rachel called to the boy as she approached.
"Jesus, Berry!" He looked around quickly, and then lowered his voice. "You're not supposed to be in here."
"I put an out of order sign on the door and locked it when I came in. We'll be fine for a few minutes."
Puck wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Don't even think about it, Noah!" Rachel chastised.
"Too late, babe." He smiled at her.
Rachel was standing directly in front of Puck, who moved across the bench allowing the girl to sit beside him.
"What's eating you, Rach?" Puck asked seriously.
"Funny you should put it that way, because I was hoping that by now, Quinn would be."
"Christ!" He quickly threw a towel over his shorts. "I think you've just supplied my spank bank with images for life."
Rachel stood up abruptly. "Noah Puckerman, I can't believe…"
"It's not something you can prevent Rachel, not when you say something like that to someone like me. Imagine if it were Finn, it'd have been a mailman incident right now."
She crossed her arms over her body, but decided that she really did need his help.
"So, I don't know how to broach the subject with her. We're talking about Quinn 'let us pray' Fabray. She's in the celibacy club."
"So are you, and after what just came out of your dirty Jew mouth, I don't think you should still be in that club."
Rachel pouted at his accusation.
"Look Berry. Things are going well, right?" Rachel nodded. "Does she really stop you during a make-out session to pray?"
"Well, no. Not yet. But every time I take it a little further, I shut it down before she does. I don't want to push her further than she's willing to go."
Puck nods, but as he pictures the girl's together a sly smile crosses his lips.
"Noah! Would you stop that?" Rachel slaps him on the shoulder. "Thanks for nothing!"
Rachel and Quinn were standing at Rachel's locker after glee that afternoon. Rachel was getting ready to leave for play rehearsal and Quinn had to work. They were getting ready to part ways when Rachel addressed Quinn.
"I forgot to give you something I made this weekend." Rachel pulls out matching calendars and hands one to Quinn.
Quinn can't help thinking it's the most adorable thing she ever saw. Each month is a different Broadway musical inspired theme. And every few days there was some amazing compliment that Rachel loves about her body. 'Your breasts are spectacular.' 'You're eyes are mesmerizing.' 'Your lips taste awesome.' Quinn couldn't read anymore (at least without being in the privacy of her own bedroom).
"Thanks Rachel." Her voice shook.
"You…don't like it, do you?"
"No, I love it. It's just. You've spent so much time on this; I don't know what I could do to make it up to you."
Rachel leans in, her lips slightly touching the shell of Quinn's ear. "I could think of a few things you could do…"
Quinn gasped, before biting her bottom lip. She'd definitely be loving herself tonight.
"Anyway, if you noticed, I have a date scheduled for next Saturday. I've been waiting for the chance to take you out. If you're free, that is."
"I can't wait!" Quinn replied without hesitation.
"Well, I really have to get going." She swooped in for a kiss, brushing her tongue against Quinn's bottom lip requesting entrance that was never denied to her.
There tongues battled for dominance, neither wanting to have the moment end. But the loud sound of a throat being cleared startled them out of their nirvana. They jumped apart, and looked toward the source of the interruption.
"Don't mind me, ladies." Puck wiggled his eyebrows.
"I despise you, Noah Puckerman!" Rachel stormed away, awkwardly.
"Do you want anything Puck?"
"Nope, unless the two of you are offering…" He teased.
Quinn shoved passed him and was gone.
Thursday after school, Rachel and Quinn were sitting across from each other in their Chastity Club meeting. Santana and Brittany were beside Quinn.
"Santana, why are you even here? Do you even know the meaning of chaste?" Rachel pointedly addressed the Latina.
"How about you, Berry. Do you know what the word prude means?"
"Santana!" Quinn squealed at her best friend.
"Now ladies, it seems to me that you are having issues regarding curbing your desires. Maybe we should discuss steps you can take to cool down before you go further with each other than you're ready for." Miss Pillsbury interrupted.
All four girls groaned loudly.
The following Thursday, Quinn, Rachel, Puck, Brittany and Santana were once again sitting at a table in an empty classroom while Miss Pillsbury was addressing all the reasons why one should abstain from sex.
The kids groaned internally. Quinn and Rachel kept sneaking not so innocent looks at each other as they uncomfortably shifted in their seats. Before Miss Pillsbury could finish her speech, however, Santana spoke up. "And if you choose not to wait, if say, you can't control your…urges, and decide to take your girlfriend right here on the table?"
Quinn kicked her from under the table, Santana flinched before smirking proudly. Miss Pillsbury mumbled something about "not getting paid enough for this."
"Dude, you were right. This is priceless!" Puck barked at Santana as he watched the situation with amusement.
"I told you, you can't pay for entertainment like this." Santana smirked.
When Saturday night rolled around, Quinn was preparing for her date with Rachel. She was wearing her shortest black leather skirt paired with a red, low cut top. She was excited not only about the prospect of Rachel taking her out (going out to eat twice a week at Breadstix didn't count), but she was happy to be spending some more alone time with Rachel. She hadn't counted on her job taking up so much of her free time, and with spending every Tuesday with Beth (and Rachel) they never had as much time together as she would have liked.
Rachel picked her up at 6:00, wearing her own short black skirt. With the skirt, however, she was wearing a tight royal blue button up blouse (with the top several buttons undone). Quinn gulped loudly, before taking a breath and breathing out a very husky, "You're beautiful, Rach."
The brunette smiled widely, chastely claiming Quinn's lips. Pulling away, she glanced around Quinn. "Where's your Mom?"
"She's out with friends…you know, we could always stay in and you know…"
Rachel licked her lips. "As tempting as that is, I have plans for us tonight." Rachel actually sounded regretful.
Quinn grinned at the adorableness of her girlfriend. Then Rachel pulled a bouquet of a dozen red roses from behind her back. "These are for you." She said shyly.
Quinn took them eagerly. "Thank you." She said bringing them to her nose to inhale the aroma. "They're beautiful."
Quinn brought the flowers inside to put them in a vase of water. Before they exited the house however, they were detoured for a passionate 45 minute make-out session. When Rachel finally pulled away, stating that they were now in a time crunch, Quinn sighed contentedly.
Rachel drove Quinn to an art gallery across down. When they pulled up to the building, Quinn's face lit up. "You were able to get tickets? I've wanted to see this exhibit for months!" She kissed her girlfriend in appreciation.
"I know you have, Quinn. When I was trying to plan this date, my Dad mentioned how he was friends with the artist's daughter. He was able to get us tickets."
"Oh, so I should be kissing your Dad then?" Quinn teased.
"If you wish. I could always go to Brittany, who offered to help me with my…urges."
"You wouldn't dare!" Quinn attacked Rachel's lips with her own. Then she sucked on her neck, hoping to lay claim to her girlfriend.
Rachel pulled away. "As much as I enjoy this, my outfit doesn't exactly cover up hickeys and we have one more place to go after this."
Quinn and Rachel walked through the art exhibit, as Quinn eagerly discussed each painting. Rachel watched her girlfriend lovingly as she gushed about how much she loved this place and every so often, she would place a kiss on Quinn's cheek eliciting a contented smile.
Rachel kept track of time, and when they could stay no longer, she led her girlfriend out of the gallery and drove to their next destination. They arrived at a concert hall.
"Are you going to serenade me now, Berry?"
"I wish. But no. There's a piano recital tonight, and I also got us face time with the host of the evening, Nicole Cassidy. She composes her own pieces, a few of which she'll perform tonight, and she's agreed to speak with you about improving your craft. I've talked her into a discount and you have three personal lessons with her, and after hearing your work on 'A place for me,' she's offered to assist you in putting together a portfolio to apply to local art colleges."
Quinn listened to her girlfriend in awe. "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." She kissed her girlfriend trying to express the extent of her love through her lips. When she wondered if she succeeded, she added for good measure. "Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Not in the last hour." Rachel joked.
Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand in hers. "Seriously, Rachel. I am so in love with you." She kissed her girlfriend's hand.
The girls watched the recital amazed at the talent that surrounded them. The music was beautiful. And Nicole's original piece, "Always You" brought tears to their eyes as they could hear the passion echo across the ivory keys.
After the recital, Rachel and Quinn made their way to the back of the stage. A middle aged red haired woman greeted them with a smile. She pulled Rachel in a warm embrace, before turning her attention to Quinn. She looked at Quinn, but addressed Rachel. "You're right, she's gorgeous."
Quinn ducked her head, blushing. "Quinn, dear. Rachel has been harassing me the last few weeks about meeting you. I was hesitant at first, but then she gave me a recording of the song you composed. You really are quite talented, Quinn."
"Thank you."
"I look forward to working with you."
"I really appreciate you helping me."
"Don't thank; thank your very persistent girlfriend." Nicole said with a smile.
"Believe me, I intend to." Quinn replied, smiling at her girlfriend adoringly.
"You really were wonderful out there, Ms. Cassidy. And the concert you put together, everyone was amazing." Rachel beamed.
"Thanks for saying that. Who knows, maybe next year Quinn can be out there with me."
"I don't know about that…" Quinn flushed again.
"Come on, with your natural talent and my tutelage, we'll get you into a really great school. You'll be ready to perform in places like this by this time next year."
Quinn simply smiled, the entire night was better than a fairy tale she never dared to imagine. Rachel gave her everything she ever wanted but never allowed herself to dream about. Her future suddenly seemed less bleak, less undetermined.
They chatted together a bit, with Quinn and Nicole scheduling time next week to get together for their first lesson. And as they went to say their goodbyes, Nicole hugged Quinn, whispering in her ear. "You gotta keep this one; you'll never find another like her."
Quinn whispered back. "I know." Before she laced her fingers through Rachel's and lead them out into the night.
They were parked in the parking lot at their high school. They were going to go back to Quinn's house, but Judy was already home. It was going on 25 minutes of heavy making out in the front seat of Rachel's car, when Rachel maneuvered in the seat to straddle Quinn. Quinn held on to Rachel's hips, pulling her closer before her hands began to wander. She let her hands slide under Rachel's skirt, allowing her thumbs to slip to the top of Rachel's thighs before moving around to massage Rachel's opening (over the soaked panties, of course). Rachel moaned in her ear, as she bucked her hips against the pressure of Quinn's thumbs. Quinn gasped at the feeling of Rachel coming loose in her hands; she moved her thumbs in quick circles and added some friction of her own. She wanted this more than she wanted anything ever before.
Their breathing got labored as Quinn's hands kept a steady pace, and Rachel's hips thrust in time with her breaths. Rachel kept calling her name; Quinn was nearly climaxing at the thought of what she was doing to her girlfriend. Suddenly Rachel when stiff; her body shivered into Quinn's. Quinn kept massaging Rachel's center with her now wet thumbs. Rachel moaned in ecstasy, before slumping down onto Quinn. Quinn's thumbs were damper than they had ever been, she slid them out from underneath Rachel's skirt before bringing them up to her mouth. She licked them clean, desperate to taste her girlfriend. Rachel's breath hitched as she watched Quinn.
She reached down, under Quinn's skirt. Her fingers finding their destination, she massaged the wet panties, Quinn was already nearly over the edge and it didn't take long for her to topple over, screaming Rachel's name loudly. Rachel brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking each one clean. As Quinn watched her girlfriend, she nearly came undone again.
When Quinn walked into her house that night, she was sure the smile plastered on her face would never be able to be wiped off. Her mom was waiting up for her when she reached the living room.
"Hey, sweetie. How was your date?" Judy asked cheerfully.
"Best date ever!" Quinn sighed blissfully. "Rachel took me to that art exhibit that I've been wanting to see and then to a piano recital where see introduced me to a composer who she's paying for me to have lessons with."
"Wow. That's…I've never been on a date like that." Judy sounded almost envious.
"I know! Rachel's so amazing Mom. I love her so much, and I can't believe that she actually loves me back."
"Of course she'd love you, Quinn. You're a catch."
Quinn rolled her eyes at her mother's cheesiness, although she kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks Mom."
Quinn ran upstairs and shot a text to her girlfriend.
Everything about tonight was perfect.
I love you.
She got ready for bed while she waited for Rachel's reply.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.
I know I did :)
I love you, too!
As she was replaying the evening in her mind, she found herself throbbing in anticipation again. Her needs were met tonight, but it still wasn't enough. She needed Rachel fully and completely. Rachel seemed okay with what they did tonight, more than okay. But was she ready to go all the way? Quinn thought about how to broach the topic of sex with her girlfriend. The more she thought about it, the more her body ached. Her hand found its way inside of her own opening, and she fell over the edge for the second time tonight. And like before, Rachel was moaning her name while lying in the dark.
The following Thursday, Rachel and Quinn made their way to their Celibacy Club meeting, both feeling like hypocrites.
They got into the room and sat down; Miss Pillsbury was late which was unusual. After several minutes of waiting, they decided it wasn't worth their time to stay. When they got up to leave, they heard the door slam shut. They ran to the door hearing it lock before they reached it and saw Puck and Santana standing on the outside of it.
"What are you guys doing?" Quinn asked annoyed.
"This is for your own good." Puck replied.
"This is pointless; Miss Pillsbury will be here any minute." Rachel pleaded.
"Nah, Brittany's running interference."
Quinn and Rachel looked at each other; this seemed serious all of the sudden. "Come on, let us out!" Quinn banged angrily on the door.
"Not until you two talk to each other, you're driving us all crazy with your sexual frustration." Santana answered.
"Santana and I have been talking and we learned a little about you girls."
"You wouldn't dare, Noah Puckerman!" Rachel screeched.
"Quinn, you might me interested to know that your girlfriend worries that any minute you'll go all 'come to Jesus' on her."
Quinn looked at Rachel with a hint of hurt in her eyes.
"And Berry, Quinn thinks you're not going to give it up until your 25."
Quinn blushed.
"Now talk." Puck added as he and Santana disappeared.
The girls looked at each other before returning to their seats at the table sitting across each other. They sat in silence for several minutes.
Quinn took a deep breath, slowly releasing it. She forced herself to look up at Rachel. Their eyes met. "You really think that I'll go all Jesus freak on you?"
"I told Puck that I wasn't sure how far you would be willing to go, and so I always tried to stop it before you started having second thoughts." Then she blushed before adding. "And maybe the word praying was used, but I don't think you're a Jesus freak. I love your morality."
Quinn nodded, before responding. "You've been pulling away from me and my morality? Rachel, I have been frustrated about trying to do the honorable thing and protect your virtue."
"My virtue, Quinn? I don't need protecting, least of all from you."
"So, you're not planning on still waiting until your 25?"
"I gave up that plan the moment you kissed me."
"So, if we're both ready, what have we been waiting for?"
"Apparently, for Santana and Puck to lock us in a room and force us to actually talk to each other."
Quinn chuckled. "You know, I've had fantasies about taking you right here on this table."
"On the table, against the wall, on the floor. Quinn, I'm yours."
Quinn moaned at Rachel's words. "You do realize that it isn't fair for you to say something like that to me when I am unable to act on it."
"Why can't you?"
"Rachel, it's in the middle of the afternoon. People are still here. Besides, you have to get to play rehearsal and I have my first lesson with Nicole today. And then work."
Rachel sighed disappointingly. "How about we skip glee tomorrow, and head to your place before your mom gets home?"
"Rachel Berry, you're considering skipping glee?"
"More than considering Fabray, I'm planning on it. Your house, immediately after school."
"I'll be there." Quinn smiled at her girlfriend; internally she was counting down the minutes…
A/N: Only Rachel Berry would schedule sexy times, right? Hope you enjoyed this chapter, as I said it was quite different than what it has been. The only drama was what they made themselves. But I felt that they had dealt with so much already they didn't need anymore extra drama. The remaining chapters will stay along these lines (low drama, lots of Faberry cuteness).
The next chapter is aptly titled, 'Give in to me.' So, until next time…
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