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9. Keep Yourself Warm
She swallowed hard and looked away shaking her head furiously. 'No. No! You can't keep doing this to me. You can't just pick me up and drop me again when it's convenient for you. It's all about you, Quinn.'
'You remember that day on the couch, don't you…'
Almost as if to block out her voice, Rachel continued shaking her head. 'We both know we should never have done that. We slipped up.'
'But look where it got us Peanut…'
She looked deep into her eyes. 'Don't call me that. Look I didn't come here to fight you. I just wanted to talk.'
'Tell that to your assistant…' She responded under her breath.
'Jess. Her name is Jess.'
'Have you slept together?'
'What?' She almost whispered but Quinn's expression was unfaltering.
'You heard me.'
'That's none of your goddamn business.'
Quinn tried to fight the smile that threatened to play around her lips. 'You haven't have you? How long have you been together…?'
'A few months…' She responded quietly.
Quinn stifled a laugh. 'No wonder she's so uptight…' She muttered under her breath.
Rachel stood up abruptly, forcing the chair back. 'That's it. I'm done with you if you're gonna behave like a prick.' Before Quinn could respond she turned on her heel and marched out of the Starbucks as fast as she could.
As hard as she shook her head she couldn't get the image of Quinn's smirk out of her head. She charged through the door, yanking her key out of the lock sharply and slammed the door. Jess appeared from the hallway by the kitchen and walked into the living room, greeting Rachel. 'Hey, where you been? I tried to ca…'
Before she could even finish her sentence Rachel walked forwards and grabbed her by the back of the neck, plunging their mouths together. Jess' eyes widened comically at the rough contact but she quickly loosened as the kiss intensified. Rachel slammed them against the cream wall, the sound of Quinn's stifled chuckles echoing around her swimming head.
No wonder she's so uptight…
She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, trying to push Quinn out of her head with everything she had. She gripped onto the woman's hips against her, twisting her head to the right, deepening the kiss. She wanted to want her, she did. She really did. She just couldn't shake the images of the stunning blonde out of her head. Four years and infuriatingly, she hadn't changed a single bit.
She felt a pair of hands snake ever so softly up her back, under her black tank top, leaving a trail of burning goosebumps in their wake against her cool skin. She felt soft lips trace the side of her neck, her chin facing the ceiling, eyes closed. She gargled back a chuckle as teeth scraped the olive skin. A thumb and forefinger captured her chin as a pair of lips connected ever so softly with her own that she could have dreamed it. She opened her eyes and the blonde's hazel eyes shone out contrasting the black graffitied walls around them as her fingertips disappeared under the waistband of her black skinny jeans with a naughty grin, and shooting stars rocketed in front of her eyelids as she snapped her eyes shut once more.
Hearing a low groan that she didn't recognise, her eyes snapped open and she didn't see the statuesque blonde in front of her. Instead, she looked down as she felt something warm move against her and she realised just where her hand had wandered to with a heavy piano-like thud settling in her chest. Realising she couldn't withdraw easily; she proceeded and closed her eyes once more. So she did the only thing she could think of. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't let Quinn win, she just couldn't. So she dug deeper, pushed further and curled harder. It wasn't long before a pair of hands attached themselves to the top of her shoulder blades, clawing at her skin while she felt a body shudder against her own. She heard a final breathy whimper and a thud. Opening her eyes, she saw Jess' head collapsed against the wall, chest heaving for air. She withdrew her hand and balled it up into a fist, slinking off to the bathroom while Jess was distracted.
She shut the door quietly and washed her hands before retrieving her cellphone and dialling.
'You shouldn't have said that to me. You had no right to say that to me!' She fumed.
'Rachel?'
'No, it's the Grinch! Yes of course it's me!' She could almost hear Quinn smiling down the phone at her.
'Sex not go so good?'
'I hate you.' She grumbled.
She was definitely smirking now. 'Imagining me were you…?' She cooed playfully.
Rachel's insides twisted. 'You can't say things like that to me. Not any more.'
'Meet me again.' She said after a short pause.
'What?'
'You heard me. Meet me again.'
'I can't.' She kept her voice low.
'Because of your 'schedule' or Miss Bitch?'
'Her name is Jess!' She all but screamed.
There was another short pause, a moment of realisation. 'She's still there isn't she? You're hiding out aren't you…? I think I just got my answer…'
'You're sick.'
'You're the one who just fucked your girlfriend for the first time then called me.' She fired back.
'What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone…?' She sighed wearily.
'Meet me. Just one more time and then I'll leave you alone I swear.'