A big bundle of yellow flew into his arms as soon as he'd walked in the door, and only the muffle of a chuckle behind him could be heard as a sloppy tongue brushed it's way over his face.

"Oh damn, Charlie! Down!" Ryan Berry cried as the now mid-sized Labrador Retriever, Charlie, continued to lick away at his master's face, "Down! What have I t-ew! What have I taught you about jumping up? It's not proper - Charlie stop licking my mouth! - Not proper etiquette."

"Etiquette?" He heard softly behind him, then a laugh before Charlie was finally pulled from his arms and thrown back down onto the floor. The bright eyed dog looked up, his tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth, "He's a dog, Ry."

Ryan glanced at Quinn who had leaned down to stroke the dog's fluffy body, "Dogs are smart, and I've taught him enough not to jump up at people!"

"You've been away for two months in New York at your little drama group. He's missed you, it's only natural." The blonde stood, kissed her boyfriend on the cheek and disappeared into the kitchen.

Slowly, brown eyes locked on bright hazel ones. They stared at one another, sizing each other up, and then, "Whos'a good boy?" Ryan cooed, leaning down, hands rested on his bent knees, "Whos'a good boy, huh? Have you been protecting mommy?"

The dog barked, and when Quinn's head popped out from behind the kitchen door, she raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, then laughed, "I can hear you, you know."

"Uh…" Ryan scratched the back of his head, and at a loud bark from Charlie, Ryan knew his soft spot for the dog had been caught out, "You two will be the death of me…" He glanced from Quinn to Charlie, "You both know that, right?"

He never got tired of watching Quinn Fabray, especially when the girl had her nose stuffed in her books. She always had this look of pure concentration, her brows furrowed, and the pen she had in her mouth shot from side to side as her tongue battled with the end. She always sat leaned back against the headboard on her bed, legs stretched out as far as they would go, ankles crossed delicately.

"I've been away for two months, and the day I do get back, you ignore me to study instead?"

Quinn grabbed the pen from her mouth and scribbled away something in the notebook beside her, "I need to maintain a 4.0 GPA if I have any chance of doing Literature at NYU, Ryan."

"It's the summer holidays. There's two weeks left of vacation before we have to go back to school. While I admire your passion for studying, which of course I'm glad you're maintaining, I have missed you quite a lot."

Quinn smiled shyly, eyes still trained on her book, "Oh?"

Ryan nodded from his seat at Quinn's desk, "I thought you had too." He slyly rose from his seat and climbed onto the foot of the bed, gently uncrossing her ankles, "Especially with all those calls…"

Quinn's eyes shot up over the top of her book, and Ryan smirked, "I wondered when you'd bring those up." The blonde's eyes returned to the notebook beside her where she continued to scribble furiously, steadfastly ignoring the way her boyfriend's hands ran up her bare legs and dangerously close to the bottom of her shorts.

"How could I not bring those up? You rang me up almost every night telling me that you wish I was fu-,"

"Ryan!" Quinn's head snapped up, "Do you mind? I'm trying to study." When Ryan said nothing, Quinn nodded her head once and returned her attention to her book, thankful that the rather bulky book hid the bright flush to her cheeks.

She'd missed Ryan terribly over the two months he was in New York - she was half tempted to use some of the money she'd saved for NYU to just go see him for a week or two, but she'd stayed strong, until she'd rang him a week after he'd left and heard his familiar, soothing but husky voice.

Even if she'd tried, she couldn't have stopped it. The night before Ryan had left they'd made love into the early hours, and even that hadn't been able to sate her appetite for him. They'd been together almost six months and the sex hadn't even frazzled out yet. It was shocking to say the least, especially from what she'd heard from Santana - the sex is good for a few weeks and then it's just like kissing a rubber chicken. Just move on.

Santana had been so wrong. Quinn just wanted more of Ryan, and they both weren't complaining in the slightest. Santana had proven herself wrong anyway, Brittany and she had been together for two months, and in that time, they were inseparable as ever.

Maybe it's because of love.

"Are you blushing?" Ryan chuckled gently, leaning up and pushing her book down slightly with his chin, "Because if you are, you're adorable when you blush."

His smile was contagious, and although she tried to keep a straight face, she ended up giggling, "Moron."

"But I'm your moron, right?" He asked, titling his head to the side slightly, his jaw pressing into the top of her book.

Instead of responding, she dropped the book to her lap, and in her haste, Ryan pitched forward and landed face first into her stomach. He groaned into her t-shirt, and she bit her bottom lip to stop a laugh, "Little warning next time…please?"

Quinn laughed, running a hand through his short hair, "You had your hair cut in New York?"

Ryan nodded into her stomach, "Yeah, I looked like a had a mullet at one point. Jen told me if I didn't get it cut I'd end up looking like an 80's pop star."

Immediately, the blonde's stomach stopped quivering in her mirth, and Ryan knew he'd said the wrong thing. Jennifer Cohen was a girl in the same drama group at him and they'd hit it off almost instantaneously. There were no romantic feelings on either part, but when Quinn heard another woman's voice over the phone just once, the blonde immediately thought something fishy was going on.

"Q?" Ryan leaned back, sitting up to watch his girlfriend's face contort into something close to fury and jealousy. "Q, baby…you know I love you."

"Yeah," Quinn shoved her book off her lap and jumped from the bed, heading toward the en-suite bathroom, "I know."

The door slammed shut, and Ryan groaned when the familiar sound of the shower began to sound from the bathroom. The only bad thing about being with Quinn was the fact she was completely, 100%, over the top jealous. And it sucked.

Charlie trotted into the room, sitting up on his hind legs, front legs perched on the edge of the bed. Ryan fell flat onto his back, head turning toward his dog, "I messed up, didn't I?"

The dog's mouth rolled out of his mouth, and with a gentle yap, Ryan nodded, "Yeah, I did."

Ryan wasn't in the room when Quinn walked out of the bedroom, and immediately she thought her boyfriend had left, but the telltale sounds of Charlie barking outside in the back yard let her know Ryan hadn't left after her little hissy fit.

She didn't mean to storm out, that was usually Ryan's job, but the mention of that Jen girl made her see red. Ryan loved her, she knew that, but something about this other girl made her skin crawl. She was around her boyfriend for 2 whole months. Anything could have happened! Anyone would have thought the exact same thing.

Although Ryan had told her over and over again that he loved Quinn, he was 100% committed to Quinn, she couldn't help but think of her previous boyfriends. Finn cheated on her with Santana and Brittany. Puck just slept with anything that moved. She couldn't help but think that all guys would be like. Including one Ryan Berry.

A loud bark drew her attention, she walked over to her bedroom window and glanced down into the back yard. Ryan had stripped off his shirt and dived into the pool, Charlie barking on edge, stepping forward but then stepping back when he reminded himself there was water where his master was.

Ryan was doing quick laps up and down the pool, Charlie barking with each splash that Ryan pushed in his direction.

Quinn smiled, watching her boyfriend stop in the middle of the pool, splashing their dog with gentle splashes of water. It was times like these she knew that Ryan was the real deal, but the nagging sound at the back of her voice just stayed. It happened to be that Jen's voice.

"C'mon babe! We'll be late for class!"

Quinn scowled - if she ever met that Jen she'd give her a piece of her mind. Actually, she hope she didn't, because she didn't really want to face a prison term. Ryan was hers and hers alone.

Screw all those other girls.

Pulling on a bikini, a white and black polka dot number that she'd bought the previous week on a shopping trip with her mother, she headed down to the pool to join her two favourite boys.

Charlie barked loudly as soon as he caught site of Quinn and galloped over to her, skidding to halt at her feet before sitting down on his rump.

"Hey Charlie," She crouched down and scratched behind his ears, fighting back a grin when the Labrador cocked his head and his tail thumped heavily on the floor. "Go jump on Ryan." She pulled her hands back and nodded, "Go jump on Ryan."

The dog barked, stood tall, turned sharply and ran toward the pool. Ryan's eyes were wide from where he still stood in the centre of the pool when he saw a heavy Labrador Retreiver rushing toward him.

"Oh God! Charlie! No!" A flurry of blonde smashed into him, shoving him down under the water. Ryan pushed up to the surface, coughing out the water that'd entered his lungs, "Jeez!"

Charlie doggy paddled around him in circles, luxuriating in the cool water around his body.

Ryan rubbed the water from his eyes and turned his attention to Quinn, who stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed over her chest. At first he felt like drooling, the way Quinn's sun kissed skin seemed to glow in the early afternoon sun, the way her abs tightened when her arms crossed tighter. Her hair fell down in waves against her shoulders and chest.

His heart swelled - he really did have a beautiful girlfriend.

"Something funny?" He asked, swimming over to her.

"Oh no," Quinn shook her head gently, "Just the fact you got pinned by a dog."

Ryan came to a stop at the edge of the pool, resting his forearms on the hot concrete, "Have you noticed how big he's got? I'd read up on Labrador's of course, but I wasn't expecting his body mass to grow so much over the two months I'd been gone. He was still small when I'd left!"

Quinn chuckled gently, "I have missed your rambles…" She whispered, glancing down to the floor.

Ryan smiled, holding his arms up, "C'mon, come join me…and Charlie," He growled, looking over his shoulder at the dog that seemed content to swim around in the pool some more.

The blonde smiled, shooing Ryan away with both hands. The brunette pushed back from the edge, floating on his back.

Quinn prepared herself and with a gentle elegance, dived into the pool. Ryan smiled when he felt Quinn's hand brush against his back, he stood straight and waited for his girlfriend to resurface.

When she didn't, he worried, "Quinn?"

Then a flurry of movement, Charlie barked happily, paddling even faster around Quinn who had just surfaced around him.

"You worried me, Q."

Quinn smiled and swam toward her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I'm sorry about earlier on."

The singer nodded, leaning down to kiss Quinn gently on the forehead, "It's okay, I can see why you would be apprehensive with me spending two months with another girl, but please believe me when I tell you it was purely platonic on both our parts. All I ever talked about was you - she liked you, and I don't blame her."

"I just…" Quinn released one arm, running it across his chest gently, the touch barely there, "I don't like it when you give other girls attention…I know it sounds pathetic-,"

"No it doesn't." Ryan butted in, kissing his girlfriend gently on the nose, "Just please believe me when I tell you that I would never…never…want to hurt you in that way. I know I may say the wrong thing sometimes, and it can come off as crass, but I would never treat you the way Finn did."

Quinn simply nodded, scared that if she opened her mouth she might cry - Ryan always knew the right thing to say, and although the nagging thought was still there, she knew it was just her being stupid. Ryan would never do that to her.

"Ryan…"

"Yes?" He whispered gently, wrapping his arms strongly around her waist, fingertips grazing the bottom of her back.

"Can we go back inside…?"

Ryan glanced over both shoulders and then up at the sky, "Why? The weather's beautiful, it doesn't look like it's going to rain."

Quinn's usually hazel eyes were turning a shade of black, and Ryan knew what was going on, "O-Oh!" He coughed, clearing the lump from his throat, "Sure, just let me put Charlie in the kitchen."

"I'll meet you up there."

"Right, some ground rules: you don't make any noise, you stay still, you don't whine, complain or moan." Ryan crouched down, refilling Charlie's bowl with food and water, "Me and your mommy are having quality time together, special quality time. So you'll behave?"

Charlie began to chow down - and the dog loved to eat - so Ryan knew he'd won the argument. With a satisfied grin on his face, he rose to his feet, patted his Labrador on the head and all but ran up the stairs and toward his girlfriend's room.

"Your mom won't be back for a while will she?" Ryan asked upon entering her room.

"No, she's out working at Lima Law, she won't be home until going on six." Ryan nodded, taking a seat on the bed as he waited for his girlfriend to leave the en-suite. He shook out the excess moisture from his hair, dried off his torso with his discarded shirt that was still on Quinn's bed and waited (im)patiently.

He'd waited ten minutes and his patience was wearing thin, and it didn't help that the throbbing in his shorts put him on edge. Quinn always seemed to have that effect on him, even when he was in New York and all he could hear was her voice through the phone. The amount of times he'd had to disappear on a night from the room he shared with his room-mate just to alleviate the pressure between his legs had gone well into the double digits.

Quinn knew she had that effect on him - and she used it well to her advantage. Before he'd gotten with Quinn, sex was the last thing on his mind, oh how that'd changed. He seemed to want it all the time when he was in the same vicinity as her - especially with the fact he had the hottest girlfriend in Ohio, and possibly the US.

He counted his lucky stars.

Eventually, Quinn appeared from the bathroom in all her glory. She leaned seductively against the door frame, temple resting gently on the wood. "Problem, Berry?"

The shock between his legs made him groan, and as he took in his girlfriend's naked, perfect, body it only got worse. Her body was curved in all the right places, breasts full and ready to be touched, as well as the landing strip of blonde curls between her legs that were almost like a shining beacon of where she wanted to be touched.

"Fuck I've missed you…" Ryan groaned, making to stand from the bed. She beat him to it, pushing him back down by the shoulders, smirking when she saw the tenting in his damp shorts, "Baby…" He whined gently, looking up at her with doe brown eyes.

She ran her hands through his hair, taking in the feeling of damp locks beneath her fingertips, it was as wet as when they'd been making love for hours. She grabbed the back of his hair, and pulled back roughly, exposing his throat. She felt her clit tingle when she saw his Adam's apple bob gently.

"You'll get me eventually Ryan, just let me have some fun first." Leaning down, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along his exposed throat, luxuriating in the taste of his aftershave and skin. The moan that ripped from his throat made her moan in return, and before she even realized what she was doing, she'd crawled onto his lap and began sucking at his neck.

Ryan loved his neck being kissed, and especially bitten - it was an erogenous zone for him. So she wasted no time sinking her teeth into the flesh, groaning when she felt his hips push up and grind against her hips.

"Q-Quinn…"

Jackpot.

With a few more kisses to his neck, she pulled back, resting her hands on his shoulders. He tried to grind up again, but she teasingly held herself up, keeping him away from her.

"Behave," She whispered demandingly. He whimpered again and stopped the movement of his hips, the pressure between his legs becoming too much to bare. She dragged her fingernails down his bare chest; the hiss that escaped his lips made her smirk, so she did it twice as hard across his abs. "Worked out a lot over that past two months, Berry?"

He loved it when she called him Berry, and although he wouldn't admit it, Quinn knew. Ryan secretly had a thing for HBIC Quinn Fabray.

"The dancing…" He replied, his voice weak. He coughed to clear his throat. "We did a lot of dancing."

"Dancing…?" Quinn's eyebrow flicked up slowly, and Ryan gulped, "Is that what you call it?"

Before he'd even had the chance to reply, she crushed her lips against his, running her tongue along his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open to gain entry. Their tongue's duelled in a silent fight, hands gripped at skin for leverage, hips fought to stay still, teeth clashed as the kisses grew harsher.

A harsh bite to his full bottom lip made him jerk back, and with wide eyes he took in Quinn's dark smirk, "That hurt."

"Good."

Uh. Okay?

She shoved him down fully onto the bed, holding him down by the stomach as she remained sat up on his lap, "So, the abs came from dancing, right?"

He just nodded, not knowing what to say or where the conversation was going.

"So you weren't screwing that Jennifer behind my back?" The way her hips ground into his made his eyes cross, and he remained silent. "Are you sure the muscles didn't come from screwing her into the mattress?"

"Quinn…you know I didn't-,"

"I'm not finished, Ryan!" She replied forcefully, brow furrowed in anger - but not pure anger. He took in her expression, and the way her hips struggled to stay still. Was Quinn getting off on this? Hesitantly he rose his hands, and when she didn't slap them away, he grabbed onto her hips, feeling her muscles flex as her hips moved ever so slowly.

"You were screwing her, weren't you? You've been lying to me all this time. You don't just get abs like these," She scored her nails across his stomach and he clenched his teeth to fight back a moan of pleasure and pain, "from dancing, Ry."

"No. No you don't."

Quinn smirked triumphantly, "So you did." It wasn't a question, but Quinn expected an answer. She waited patiently, running her hands down the side of her body, grabbing his hands in a vice like grip at her waist.

"And if I did?" He played along, trying to fight back the smirk that threatened to break free. If Quinn wanted to play dirty, he would too.

"If you did, I guess I'll have to show you how better a fuck I am then that bitch." Okay, so hot, angry, swearing Quinn was so at the top of his kink list. "But then again, did you really expect you could jump from her bed and right back into mine, Ryan?" She leaned down, brushing her lips fleetingly over his, "Did you?"

He licked his lips in reflex, "I'm in your bed right now, aren't I?" He palmed her ass with one hand roughly, watching as Quinn shut her eyes for a moment and groaned, "You're trying to act like you have control over this, but you really don't, do you?"

Quinn's eyes went wide, but before Ryan had the chance to flip her over, she ground down hard into erection. He groaned, his back arched, and he knew he was so fucking screwed.

"I'm not the one that cheated, Ryan. I'm not the one that couldn't keep it in his pants long enough so he had to go to the nearest slut and get it from her. Are you angry that I'm going to NYU, Ryan? I'll be there watching your every move; you won't be able to get away with anything."

He smirked, finally regaining control of himself and the throb between his legs, "Did I tell you I was thinking about going to UCLA?" He hadn't, and Quinn knew that, but they were only playing a game now. And he loved it.

"Guess I'll just follow you there." She moved suddenly, and now she was sat on his stomach. He felt the wet stickiness between her thighs above all else, and he groaned when she began to drag herself against his abs, "And make sure you keep it in your pants."

"You can't follow me around all the time, Quinn." He groaned, moving his other hand to her ass and pushing her down against his stomach. The blonde hissed and pushed her head back, her chest pushing out. He licked his lips at her stiff nipples and fought back the urge to lean up and use his mouth on them. "I think Jen is going to UCLA as well."

Quinn growled and holyjesusmotherfuckingchrist she was straddling his face, "She can go to hell," She grabbed his hair and tugged upward harshly, hissing when his lips brushed against her aching clit, "She has nothing on me."

His eyes were still wide, and the pain from his hair being tugged didn't register. Quinn was so wet and swollen, her clit was throbbing and fuck she smelt so good. It took every bit of will power to hold back from licking from slit to clit.

"You never saw her." Ryan retorted, gently digging his blunt nails into Quinn's ass, "She was stunning, and the way she practically begged me to fuck her," Quinn moaned and her clit twitched visibly, and Ryan knew he'd said exactly the right thing, "She begged me to fuck her Quinn, I'd never seen a girl so ready, so wanting."

Quinn glared down at him, caught his eyes and then smirked, "Then what the hell do you call this?" She gestured down at herself with her free hand, "Did she ever ride your face, Ry?"

Ryan shook his head, mesmerized by the way her hazel eyes swirled with something primal.

"Exactly. I'm the only one that will give you this," Her hand ran down her chest, pinching a stiff nipple. She hissed and Ryan groaned, hips humping thin air, as he watched the hand descend lower, "I'm the only one that will get this wet for you, Ryan. No one else." Her fingers dipped into her wetness, and he watched with hooded eyes as she groaned, her fingers swirling around her clit before pushing inside her, "No one…will you give you as good as I've got." She pulled her fingers free, and Ryan's mouth parted, expecting the fingers to be pushed into his mouth, but he watched with disbelieving eyes as Quinn took the fingers herself, sucking her own essence from them, and moaning while she did it.

"You…sure about that?" Ryan asked quietly, waiting patiently as Quinn finally pulled her fingers free, "How do you know that Jen wasn't the best I've ever had? That the only reason I'm coming back to you is because I had to come back?"

Quinn pushed her hips down gently, brushing her pussy against Ryan's lips, and moaned when she felt the tip of Ryan's tongue against her swollen lips, "Because you're addicted. You're addicted to me. You're addicted to hearing my voice scream your name and not some little slut from upstate New York."

Ryan had nothing better to say, so instead he pulled her hips down further and all but shoved his tongue as deep as he could inside her. Both of her hands were in his hair now, pulling as she all but rode his tongue. He took in every drop of essence, every whine and moan that escaped her beautiful lips. He'd never felt so in control.

"Oh fuck, Ry!" She ground her hips into his lip, inhaling sharply each time his nose bumped against her clit, "Oh god, just like that!" The blonde all but screamed when he curled his tongue to massage that rough patch of skin inside her that made her shoot through the roof. "You've missed me…haven't you, baby?"

Ryan nodded, and the movement made his tongue swirl inside her. She all but ragged his hair out as she humped his tongue and lips, eyes shut tight, breath coming in heavy pants, breasts bouncing, "I-I'm…so-so close!"

The singer released one of his hand's from his girlfriend voluptuous ass and brought two fingers to her clit. The first touch brought a shock to her, and her abs twitched at the new feeling, and then his fingers were rubbing over her clit, and she was screaming, and she saw fucking fireworks as she exploded inside her boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh God! O-oh God Ry! I'm-I'm coming again! Do-Don't fucking stop! Don't you dare stop!" She let go of his hair, instead leaning forward and gripping the bed sheets beside his head. It put his wrist in an awkward position, but he could hardly care as he worked his girlfriend through one orgasm and right into another.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes! Ryan!"

She squirmed, her hips froze and then her muscles contracted against the hot tongue inside her, and she was coming again. A wave of euphoria rushed over her, body jerking as Ryan's fingers soothingly ran over her clit, more to calm down than to tease.

Then his tongue was gone, and she felt decidedly empty. She sat up tall again. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead, eyes still swam with arousal, her lungs burned for oxygen, but she stayed strong, hands placed heavily on Ryan's heaving chest.

He'd never looked so sexy. His hair was decidedly bed head, his mouth and nose were covered in her come, and when he licked his lips she felt like coming all over again.

"Did she ever scream your name like that?"

Ryan smirked, and Quinn straightened her back defensively.

"That was nothing compared to her."

"Oh really…?" She glanced over her shoulder, and narrowed her eyes. With a cocky smirk and very shaky legs, she climbed off his lap and came to a rest beside him, pressing her naked body against his side and ran her fingertips across his chest. "So what did she do that I don't do? What does she do that excites you more than I do?"

"Now that would be telling…" He watched as her fingertips danced across his skin, taking in every bump, every freckle and mole, "You need help from a girl you despise now? You can't think for yourself?"

And damn, he wasn't expecting that. Quinn cupped him through his shorts, and damn it felt good, but it wasn't enough. He fought to keep his hips still, but when her palm pushed down harder against his erection, and her nails teased his balls, his hips shot up.

The blonde smirked triumphantly.

"Just wondering." Then she scowled, "I can make my boyfriend come without any outside help."

"I haven't come yet," He waggled his eyebrows mockingly, "Must be losing your touch, Quinnie."

"Don't call me that," Quinn growled, leaning down to nip hard at his bottom lip with her teeth. Ryan yelped at the sudden bite, so she did it again, just to prove a point. "My name is Quinn. You call me Quinn, not some asinine pet name that my mother uses."

"Make me, Quinnie.."

Oh she fucking loved playful Ryan.

"I don't have to fuck you, you know." Quinn pulled her hand back, resting it on his stomach, "I mean, I've already come…I could just send you home, still rock hard and dying to come, and you'd have to sort it out all on your lonesome."

"I still have Jen's number."

Then his shorts were ripped down and my god, Quinn's mouth? Oh yeah, it felt good. Really good. She took him like a pro, and the way her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, taking in the pre come like she made for it, had him keening for more. He felt her smile around him, and then she was deep throating him like it was her job.

Both hands instinctively went her golden mane, holding the curls as his hips pushed up to meet every thrust of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she pulled back, and the back of her throat hit the head every time she pushed back down again. He was aching, and he knew he wouldn't last long, but fuck, Quinn never deep throated.

The blonde gagged a few times as she took Ryan's length, but she just dug her nails into his chest and inner thigh and started humming. Humming. The vibrations sent thrills up and down his dick, and then he was trying to push her away because he was about to explode and he knew Quinn wouldn't appreciate it.

"Quinn! Move!"

But she didn't, she held on and moved even quicker, her tongue swirled faster, and after one flick of her tongue over the tip of his dick, he was coming. He shot right down her throat and she took it all, she lowered her head and left his dick right at the back of her throat as he groaned, her tongue teasing from left to right, then up and down, and Jesus it was overkill because he was done and if she kept going he'd come all over again.

"Q-Quinn…" He ran his hand gently through her hair, and finally she got the message. "Fuck," Ryan whispered raggedly, letting his forearm drape over his eyes, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

His dick was soft against his thigh, and as Quinn wiped the remaining come from the corner's of her mouth, she looked mournfully down at it. She wanted more, she wanted him inside her.

"Can you come again?" She asked, licking her lips.

"Give me a minute."

"No wonder you came back to me." Quinn rolled her eyes, sitting up on the edge of the bed, her back to her boyfriend, "She must have lost patience with the fact you can't keep it up."

And now he was up against her back, hands cupping her breasts and her nipples were between his fingers. She keened and arched into the touch, luxuriating in the tight pinches and twists that Ryan was bestowing upon her breasts.

"You know nothing," He growled angrily, but not too angrily, into her ear, "I'll fuck you until the sun comes up with no hesitation, Quinn. Don't you forget that."

She bit her bottom lip and leaned back into his body, and when she didn't feel something bump into the bottom of her back, she smirked, eyes glowing with mirth as she looked over her shoulder at him, "Your little Berry is telling me otherwise, Ryan."

The singer jumped off the bed, and unceremoniously picked Quinn up, she squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms automatically going around his neck. Then her back was being slammed into a wall and fuck it hurt but she didn't care because Ryan was right up against her, and he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, and she loved him more for it.

"Taking me up against a wall?" Quinn rolled her eyes, "How cliché." So cliché, but so fucking hot.

"Cliché, but I know you love it," He leaned forward, bumping his nose against hers, "Remember that time I slept over? Your mom made me sleep in the guest bedroom but I came in here anyway?" Quinn nodded, leaning forward to take his lips against hers, but he pulled back teasingly, "You were still getting ready for bed, so I just shoved you up against the wall and fucked you. You were so loud, so I had to put my hand over your mouth, and your ass was slamming up against the wall…" Quinn keened, leaning forward to find his lips again, "I was shocked your mother didn't hear the banging, what would she have thought? What would you have done if she walked in the room and saw her baby girl riding her boyfriend's cock like her life depended on it?"

Quinn turned her head to the side and pressed her cheek against the wall, eyes squeezing shut, "Would you have stopped Quinn? Or would you have kept going? Would you have come with your mom watching on? Then his lips were against her ear, and she shuddered when his tongue teased the shell of it, "Dirty…dirty Quinnie."

He'd barely managed to get his face out of the way when her head snapped back to face him, "Fuck you."

"You just did," He smirked, "Was that a yes?"

"Did Jen get off on this?" She asked, deflecting, her legs tightening around him, her pussy drenching his sweaty stomach, "Did she get off on you being such a pervert?"

"Made her come even harder."

Quinn chuckled humourlessly, "I'm a good Christian girl, I'm not into that."

"But here you are, soaking my stomach." He cocked his head to the side, and for a second, it reminded her of Charlie, "And who was that riding my face earlier on?"

"I don't know. Jen, maybe?"

He laughed, "Jealous much?"

"No," She released one of her arms and ran her hand through his hair, "I just want to get even."

Then she kissed him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe, but the way her tongue slid against his made him stay. She moaned into his mouth, and the grip on the back of his head tightened when she felt him grow hard against her, her entrance poised right above the straining dick.

"Who's a good Christian girl?" Ryan mumbled through a weak gasp as she finally pulled back, watching her as she tilted her head back and hit it against the wall, hips circling the head of her boyfriend's cock.

"Me."

Ryan chuckled, running tongue alone the length of her pale throat, and then across to her neck where he kissed and sucked, making sure to leave a mark.

"You sure about that?"

"I'm certainly not that whore from New York."

Ryan pulled back, shook his head slowly and adjusted her gently in his arms, "No…you're just that whore from Ohio." And then she was screaming because he'd slammed into her and she'd missed him, because it felt as if he was made to be inside her. He fit so delicately inside her, and he hit every single spot, and the way he groaned against her neck made her whine.

"Just a dirty whore from Ohio…" He groaned, thrusting hard and fast into her, because fuck slow and delicate - they both wanted each other and they'd been fucking each other since she'd picked him up from airport.

"N-No," She whined, gripping his back for leverage as she met each and every one of his thrusts, her back and ass slamming into the wall. It hurt, but it felt so delicious, and she knew it'd hurt in the morning but she could barely give a fuck. "I'm a g-good…C-Christian girl."

"Being fucked up against a wall by a Jew, huh?"

Quinn keened when Ryan slammed his hips at a new angle, his dick slamming up against that rough patch of skin inside her, and his hips pressing into her clit. Her body felt like it was on fire, she could hardly breathe, and they were both sweating, and they were clutching at each other.

Ryan's lips were on her neck, and she was panting, her nails digging harder and scoring lengths across his back. She delighted in his groans and when she scratched across his shoulders, the way his thrusts seemed to hasten made her do it all over again.

She screamed and he moaned, and fucking hell she was almost there, but she bit her bottom lip and nuzzled her head into his neck, hoping and trying to fight off the growing orgasm that twisted and turned inside her body.

Ryan was so close, the way Quinn panted heavily into his ear, the way the wet slapping sounds of their coupling echoed throughout the room and the way his girlfriend's pussy, wet and warm, clenched around him whenever he pushed back in, just pushed him further and further to a precipice that he so needed to jump off of.

"Fuck, Quinn…so good…"

"I'm the best you've ever had, right?" She moaned, pulling her head back, staring into his eyes, "I'm the best fuck you'll ever have, Ry. Ever."

Her just nodded, mouth open, eyes narrowed as he fought off from exploding. He was drunk on her, and so was she, the way her body slid up and down the wall, bouncing on him.

"Q-Quinn…"

"Baby! Don't stop!" Quinn screamed, arching her back, "Oh God please, your mouth!"

"God won't help you now." And he took a nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. Quinn groaned, and the pressure on his back grew harder, and he thought he felt a little blood trickle down the centre of his back but he couldn't bring himself to care. His girlfriend was tensing around him, and he was about to blow, and all that mattered was that they got off.

"Ryan! More, please baby, m-more!" Then he was pulling her away from the wall, and Quinn opened her eyes wide, "B-baby?" He slid out of her slowly, and she keened before she was lowered to her feet, letting Ryan hold her up, "W-what are you doing? I was so close!"

He gestured over his shoulder with a flick of his head, "Turn to face the window, hands on the glass."

Quinn shook her head, "No! Ryan, there are houses opposite!"

He said nothing, just stared her down, and she didn't know why she did it, maybe it was the pressure between her legs and the way she missed his dick inside her, but she walked right up to the window, pressed both hands to the glass, lowered her head and spread her legs shoulder width apart.

"Just like a good Christian girl," She heard mumbled behind her, and she opened her mouth to retort when she felt a single fingertip run down the centre of her back, "Have you seen my back Quinn?"

She shook her head in the negative.

"I'm bleeding a bit, Quinn…you were scratching my back so hard."

"I-I'm sorry…?" She replied through a question.

"Do you know what happens now, Quinn?"

She looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with him, "You make me come?" She asked, her voice breathless. She was sweating, and she could hardly keep herself stood up straight, and just looking at him made her want to take matters into her own hands. But she kept her hands on the window, just like her boyfriend had told her.

"You've really scratched my back Quinn, look." He turned around, and she gasped at the harsh red gashes over his back and shoulders, and sure enough, some of the deeper gashes had bits of blood coming from them, "What do you have to say, Quinn?"

Quinn turned her head, and she glanced back out the window at the houses opposite and arrogantly said, "I bet Jen didn't do that to you."

Ryan sucked in a breath and then she heard him shift, but she didn't want to look over her shoulder. Then she felt it, his cock pushing up against her ass and damn it felt good. He was slick with pre come and her own essence, and he was sliding between her ass cheeks. She keened and pressed her forehead against the warm window pane.

"I don't do that…no…"

She felt her boyfriend's lips against her ear, "Because you're a good Christian girl…right?"

She just nodded, her forehead still pressed against the window.

Then his fingers were between her legs, teasing her pussy, gathering up her come and then sliding up to her clit. She gasped, and rocked her hips in time with his finger, "Ry…"

"A good Christian girl that doesn't mind being fucked by her Jewish boyfriend," She almost felt him smirk, "What would the church think, oh all the Hail Mary's you'd have to recite."

"Fuck…you…" She groaned through a moan, "Oh Jesus…please…"

"Is there a problem baby?" He kissed behind her ear, "Do you need some help?"

"I need to come…please, baby…please."

And then two fingers were sliding into her and it felt like salvation. Her back arched almost painfully and her breasts pushed against the window - her neighbours be damned, she rode his fingers because if she didn't come she was certain she would die.

"M-more…"

Ryan kissed behind her ear again and pushed in a third finger, twisting a scissoring the way Quinn liked it, "Did you do this every time we spoke on the phone?"

She nodded.

"Use your words, Quinn."

"Y-Yes…I did, okay?"

"And you wished it was me that was doing it to you, didn't you?"

"Yes," She whispered raggedly, moving her hips faster in time with his thrusts, and then his fingers were gone and she felt like crying because she was so close. Her pussy throbbed and the way Ryan's hand bumped into her ass let her know he was touching himself.

"So do you want me?"

"Yes!"

He kissed along her shoulder blades, paying special attention to the back of her neck, another erogenous zone that he'd found out when Quinn had wanted a massage two months into their relationship. Her gasps were becoming painful, and he knew he was being cruel, but being in control of Quinn Fabray was just too inviting to pass up.

"Ryan…I swear…if you don't put your cock in me I'm going to explode."

He rose an eyebrow, "Quinn…language." He chastised gently, "What would your mother think?"

"I couldn't care! Now fuck me!"

And she was reaching behind her, and she took his dick in her hand and all but pulled him closer toward her and poised him at her entrance, "Take me, Berry."

With a grunt he pushed inside her, hands poised on her hips, and she met each of his thrusts like a pro. She screamed, and her breath fogged up the windows, and the way her boyfriend's hips slammed into her ass made something electrical shoot inside her body.

"You don't even care…do you?" Now what was he talking about? "What if your neighbours are watching? Don't the Fabray's have a reputation to maintain? But here you are, getting fucked from behind, not even caring if you're seen."

"Ryan…" Quinn whined, "Shut the fuck up and make me come."

He chuckled and sucked gently on her earlobe, "Whatever you want baby." And then he was slamming into her like his life depended on it. She was so tight around him, deliciously so, and the way her body melded against him made him groan. The way she threw her head back and rested it on his shoulder, head turned toward his face, made him want to fuck his blonde girlfriend into oblivion.

"Baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Faster!"

He complied, and he felt his abs burn from the speed, but the sounds that were coming from his prim and proper girlfriend made him forget all that. Her hands were still on the window and her lips were sucking harshly on his neck, and he was so close.

Then she screamed into his neck, and tightened around his cock, and he felt her tense and come around him. But he didn't stop, he kept slamming, hard and fast until the tightening in his balls was too much to handle. With one last thrust, he buried himself inside her, dug his nails into her waist and came right along beside her, shooting his come deep inside Quinn.

They'd somehow made it to the bed, although both their legs were hardly working, and Quinn was cuddled up against his side, the comforter pushed down to the bottom of the bed because it was still so hot.

Charlie was barking downstairs, but they paid him no mind - he was just being curious, wondering what all the banging and shouting was.

"You didn't really…" Quinn asked after a ten minute silence, her hand fisted on top of Ryan's chest, "You know…"

"What?" He asked gently, his hand still running through her hair. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead when she didn't respond straight away, "You can ask me Quinn."

"You didn't really…with Jen…?"

Ryan chuckled gently, "No…you're the only girl in my life Quinn Fabray, you should know that by now."

"Are you sure?" She asked meekly, nuzzling into his neck, "What if I'm not enough for you?" Then she was on her back, and Ryan was looking down at her with such intensity that she thought she might cry.

"I love you. That ring on your hand is proof that one day I'll make an honest woman out of you. It might be five years from now, ten years from now, but on that day, I'll prove it to you - that you're the only girl I've ever and only want."

So she cried, tears falling delicately down her pale cheeks, and she smiled when her boyfriend, her beautiful, charming, sweet, caring boyfriend kissed them away.

"I love you."

And he smiled as he pulled back, kissed the tip of her nose and nodded, "I love you too."

He fell back onto his back and she threw a leg and arm over him, holding him close. They were silent, just holding each other, Ryan kissing the top of Quinn's head from time to time when Quinn finally gasped.

"What?" She didn't respond, she only sat up and cupped her hand over her mouth, "Quinn?"

"We didn't use a condom."