Author's Note: Later update than normal, I apologize. Everyone wanted sex, so I gave it to you guys. I must warn you, though, it's written pretty horribly. Ignore all mistakes, since I don't have time to recheck it. Surely, they'll disappear tomorrow, though.
Quinn Fabray was the first to wake up again. She rubbed her eyes with one of her hands, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. She yawned softly, as she pried Rachel's arm away from her visible abs. She had decided to escape again, and even though Rachel wasn't that drunk last night and would probably remember everything that had come out previously, she didn't want to be confronted at all.
She scrambled soundlessly out of the bed, then hovered over the brunette and pressed a good-bye kiss on her temple. She pulled back soon after and examined the girl, who wore a carefree smile as she slept. The blonde grinned to herself before roaming the room for her clothes. She found them near the desk, and decided to just change right there and then as quick as possible. She was in the middle of pulling up her jeans when she heard Rachel stir.
"..Quinn?" the brunette called, sitting up as Quinn immediately stalled her movements.
"Yeah?" Quinn replied nervously.
"Are you leaving me alone in bed again?" Rachel questioned through a clear frown.
Quinn managed to completely pull up her jeans, and quickly strung her belt. "Er."
"Don't leave me," Rachel uttered, motioning for the blonde to walk to her. Quinn couldn't help but obey, and strutted towards her crush. Rachel tossed a look at the alarm clock beside her, before staring up at the towering blonde again. "It's still early." She took Quinn's hand in her own, leaving Quinn no chance to escape. "Sleep some more with me."
Quinn sent her a defeated expression, sighing, before asking, "Should I change back into your shorts? I don't want to make your bed dirty or anything."
"No," Rachel answered. Before she knew it, Rachel's hands were fumbling on her belt and had managed to strip most of the bottom half of Quinn, leaving her in only her briefs.
"Uh, Rachel-" Quinn flushed immediately.
Rachel interrupted by tugging on Quinn's hand again, signaling for her to join the brunette in her bed already. As soon as Quinn had settled beneath the covers, Rachel's neck was comfortably on her arm, with one of her arms strewn across the blonde's stomach contently. The top of her head slithered underneath Quinn's chin as she tightened her grip on the blonde's sides.
In moments, Quinn had to admit she felt slightly sleepy. She allowed her eyes to close for awhile, but they reopened right after a few seconds when she heard Rachel speak.
"Quinn?" Rachel inquired, nuzzling the blonde's neck as she held on to her waist tighter.
"Yeah?" Quinn answered, letting her eyes slide open.
"When we're sober, right?"
"What?" Crap, she remembered.
"You said we could if we were sober," Rachel trailed a hand up and down the ex-cheerleader's stomach. "We're both sober right now."
"Rachel-"
"It's okay if you don't want to," Rachel whispered, "I wouldn't blame you. Who would want me? And I'm basically forcing myself on you."
"It's not that," Quinn disagreed, "Just not now." Not with Santana, Brittany, Puck, and Lauren in the same place as they were. "Not yet."
Rachel seemed to understand what she was thinking, and leaned up, connecting their lips with a brief brush. "Alright." Rachel smiled fondly up at Quinn, before melting into her again and slipping fast asleep.
Quinn pressed another kiss into the brunette's temple, flicking away the bangs with her pale fingers, before closing her eyes as well.
"Berry! Blondie!" Santana's voice rang through the door, knocking on the locked door repeatedly. "Puck and Lauren have already left! We're going to go now, have fun having sex with each other now."
Quinn immediately sat up, trying her best to register what her friend had just said as Rachel stirred.
"We will!" Rachel replied shortly after, as Quinn snapped her head towards the brunette.
"Rachel!"
"What?"
"I knew it!" Santana snickered, "See you lovebirds later."
How the fuck does she know everything without actually knowing? Quinn mumbled in her head. "But I need a ride home!"
"I thought you were the one giving rides," Santana commented smugly, before leaving the duo.
Quinn scowled, her cheeks flushing, as she heard the padding of shoes linger away. She turned back towards Rachel, who was grinning halfheartedly at her.
"Does she know about-"
"No," Quinn answered immediately, dumping her head back on the pillow.
A silence filled the room.
"We're alone now," Rachel informed wickedly after a moment, carefully crawling on top of Quinn with the comforter still draped over her body. She placed a hand on Quinn's jaw, tracing it with her thumb as she pulled the blonde up for a searing kiss. Rachel's other hand was busily sliding into Quinn's undergarments, cupping the rigid member in her hand almost immediately.
"Rachel," Quinn gasped, breathing rather slowly. Rachel latched her lips on Quinn's neck, sucking hard on the pulse point there, as she continued to rub the bulge furiously.
"Does this feel good?" Rachel inquired, pulling away for a second.
"Y-Yes," Quinn stammered, grunting lowly. "But, Rachel, what if they haven't left yet?"
"I'm sure they did," Rachel responded with another kiss. "Why? Are you ashamed of me or something?"
Quinn sat up abruptly, "No, of course not."
Rachel slid off the blonde, pouting. "Then why?"
"I don't want them to know about, you know, this," Quinn explained, eyeing the appendage sheepishly.
"The door's locked," Rachel said simply, before mounting Quinn again. Rachel brought her lips to Quinn's, taking Quinn's bottom lip between hers as she bit lightly. She continued to stroke the erection below her as she deepened the kiss. She halted the lip lock momentarily to discard Quinn's briefs. She crept downwards, and took the top of the appendage in her mouth.
"Oh my god, Rach," Quinn groaned as the girl continued to suck her off.
Rachel paused her actions suddenly, and tore off her shorts, along with her panties. She straddled Quinn soon after, pinning the blonde to the bed. She began ripping off everything else she was wearing, then set on doing the same to Quinn. She peppered kisses down the top half of Quinn's body. "Do you have a condom?" She questioned in between kisses.
"Shit, no," Quinn moaned as Rachel continuously played with her tongue on her dark peaks.
Rachel stopped again, freeing herself from Quinn. "I have some, but it's in the other bathroom down the hall. My parents have sex almost daily, so-"
"Too much info, Rachel," Quinn chuckled.
"Sorry," Rachel grinned, jumping off the bed.
Quinn frowned at the absence of Rachel on top of her. "You can't just leave me like this."
"I'll be right back," Rachel mumbled, pulling on her shorts and shirt before sprinting out of the room.
After a few minutes, Rachel still hadn't returned. Quinn sighed, unconsciously smoothing the wrinkles out on the bed sheets. Then there was a muffled ringing in the room, and she realized it was her ringtone. She stalked towards her jeans, checking each pocket for her phone.
Santana.
"Hello?" Quinn greeted numbly, as she settled back on the bed. Her head meeting the back of the bed frame.
"Hey there, Blondie," her friend replied.
It was at that time Rachel decided to return with a condom. "Who is it?" Rachel mouthed, locking the door after her.
"Santana," she replied inaudibly, "And what do you want, S?"
Rachel smirked as she trudged towards the bed. She bit open the package with her teeth, and Quinn practically gasped at how hot that action was. Everything Santana was mumbling into her ear was muted.
"Hello? Quinn? You still there?" Santana asked a second later.
"Um, yeah, what did you say?" Quinn trained her eyes on the brunette, who was still smirking as she plopped down next to Quinn.
"I said-" Everything was filtered out when she felt Rachel roll her tongue on one of Quinn's nipples. Quinn did everything she did to not moan.
"Can you repeat that?"
"Holy fuck, Quinn, what's up with you?" Quinn groaned soundlessly when she felt the condom cover her friend as Rachel smiled wickedly up at her.
"Um, Santana, can I talk to you later?" Rachel loomed over Quinn, placing kisses everywhere possible. "I-I'm kind of busy."
"Are you fucking Rachel again-" Before she could finished, Quinn had already hung up and had flung her phone randomly.
"Rachel, she could've known!" Quinn snapped calmly, craning her neck as Rachel nipped softly.
"You said you wouldn't mind if she knew about us, just not about your pe-"
"Don't say it, I'm still trying to get used to it," Quinn mumbled.
Rachel's hand crawled lower, and slowly pumped Quinn's erection. "Can you tell me how this happened? I'm pretty sure you didn't have it forever."
"L-Later," Quinn shuddered, her hands gripping Rachel's waist. "Not now."
Rachel giggled, then was suddenly flipped onto her back. Quinn hovered over the brunette, her hand flicking her clit as she locked their lips together. Rachel moaned into her lips, and it increased in volume when she felt Quinn gingerly shove two fingers in soon after. Rachel's tongue slipped into Quinn's automatically as she felt Quinn quicken her pace.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, of course," Rachel grunted impatiently, "Please, Quinn."
Quinn obeyed immediately, and exchanged her fingers for something else. She guided herself in slowly, expanding Rachel's normally tight sex. "Am I hurting you?" Quinn whispered into her ear when she felt fingernails skim her back.
"No," Rachel answered, her eyes sliding closed in pleasure.
Quinn pushed herself in deeper, as slowly as she can. She groaned to herself when she felt the walls surrounding her. "Still okay?" She felt Rachel's legs wrap around her waist.
"Yeah, you can move now," Rachel murmured before fastened her lips onto the blonde's.
Quinn thrust her hips into Rachel's a few times as Rachel's fingernails were sliding deeper, inflicting a slight bit of pain. The pace quickened as Quinn bounded further and further in with each thrust.
"Quinn, ohmygod," Rachel screeched. Rachel bit Quinn's bottom lip as Quinn began rocking against her. Their bed was moving in rhythm with every thrust.
Quinn continued to force herself in rapidly. She freed one hand away from the bed sheet, and pinched Rachel's nub. A second later, she felt the brunette under her writhe and the walls clenching around her. Quinn erupted soon after, pulling out almost immediately. Her lips left Rachel's as she discarded the condom towards the bin next to them. She fell to her side, sighing in pleasure after her orgasm. Rachel was still gasping, but she crawled into her open arms, and threw an arm over the blonde's abs. She clasped a leg over Quinn's, and hummed softly.
Quinn looked down at the brunette, and managed to kiss the top of her head idly. They were silent for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence. But Quinn heard sniffling, and eyed the girl in her arms.
"What's wrong, Rachel?"
"I just pretty much forced myself on you. What if you didn't want to-"
"I did, Rachel, I really did want to," Quinn interrupted, wiping the clear tears away with her lips.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Author's Note: Yeah, the smut's pretty bad. I can't write smut for my life. Please review.