Title: Don't Hide Your Love
Author: Frensayce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Everything prior to "The First Time" but kinda AU
Disclaimers: Not mine.
Quinn was confused. There was too much booze in her system to even begin deciphering what exactly was happening. All she'd wanted to do was dance with the girl. She was dark and tantalizing and reminded Quinn of the diva she knew wouldn't be at the party. San said there was no way Berry was showing up after Finn dumped her. Considering Quinn had spent a good portion of tonight looking for her in the dimly lit house and never once heard that distinct, glorious voice, she knew it was true. Then she saw her, this anonymous princess, and was completely mesmerized. She had to get close to her, had to try for something that Quinn Fabray wasn't allowed to have. But those kisses downstairs pushed the boundaries of her bravery about being a boy for the night, and she never intended things to get this far. Now, the hot bodied brunette she'd spotted earlier and watched throughout the night in a totally non-stalker way had her pinned against the door of Mrs. Puckerman's bedroom—from inside Mrs. Puckerman's bedroom—and kissing her as though tomorrow would never come. So, yes. She was very, very confused, but so not going to question it.
Little fists wrinkled her shirt as she held the brunette firmly in her arms, inhaling the mix of cinnamon and vanilla hiding under the thin sheen of sweat on girl's skin. Quinn tried to swallow her whole, tasting not the salt or lime from the shots she'd seen the woman slam, but something so very uniquely her.
She moaned as their grinding resumed. Other than the hilt of the sword digging into her kidney, it felt amazing. She was flush against the door and soft hands wandered her body. This was possibly the dumbest thing she'd ever done, simply a bad idea. She ran her hands over the girl's smooth thighs then up, palming the ass to which she was readily developing an addiction. Oh, this was a terrible, rotten, despicable idea. This girl was probably straight and had no clue that the boy she was gyrating on wasn't a boy at all. Nothing was okay with that deception. But it felt wonderful and she was too drunk to care. Plus, there were still things Quinn could do without that particular male anatomy. After all, it was Halloween: everybody deserved a treat. And it was beyond obvious this girl was agreeable to it. She not only initiated the whole thing, but more importantly, she wasn't saying no. Quinn knew that word better than anyone because she hadn't used it with Puck. If she heard it now, then inebriated or not, she'd stop.
Quinn toyed with the hem of the dress, now kissing up and down the brunette's neck. She pulled back and looked into wide eyes and at a bottom lip trapped by white teeth. That look was so familiar, she thought. The girl's breathing came harsh, her chest and neck were flushed, and she squeezed her legs around Quinn's thigh. She looked like a damsel right out of some trashy romance novel waiting for the dastardly pirate to take her. With her nearly black upswept hair and brown doe eyes, she looked like…like Rachel. Quinn suddenly didn't give a flying fuck about bad ideas or consequences, she needed this. Needed it badly and needed it now.
Flipping their positions, she licked a wide, wet line from the edge of the dress's neckline up to the tip of an ear, exalting in the tremor it drew from the petite woman. The girl's legs were heavenly, God's own artwork but built for nothing but sin. Just like Rachel's. Moans collected in her ears and she closed her eyes, blindly scraping her teeth and tongue along a prominent collarbone. Quinn growled at the taste of flawless skin and the small breasts perking from the corset style bodice. She rucked up the dress, ready to fall to her knees before this goddess.
Two hands cupped her cheeks, halting her descent. She stopped all ministrations and met a black gaze shining with excitement. And lust. Quinn might be considered mostly inexperienced by some, but she recognized desire when she saw it. This princess wanted her. And the pirate wanted this princess. Yes, in her mind, the darker skinned beauty was a stand-in for the girl she'd never have, but that didn't mean Quinn couldn't make it good for her. If anything, that fantasy made her want to be the best this anonymous woman ever had. Her right hand slipped between those glorious legs, just above where the brunette's knees met then dragged upward on its mile-long journey. She watched the masked girl's eyes very carefully for signs of distress, and found none.
In fact, the brunette demanded more, leaning in and kissing her. It was soft, despite how desperate things had gotten. The taller girl melted just a little, again conflicted as whether or not to continue because her unnamed lover thought she was a guy, and honestly, Quinn had no plans to correct that assumption. They wanted each other. They were consenting. And the former cheerleader was too far gone in the dream of Rachel. This was the closest she'd ever get to being with the diva. So yeah, she was going to take it and hold on tight.
The hands stroking her face moved: one to Quinn's shoulder, the other behind her head and tugging at the knot in her bandana and she shook her head. That would ruin everything. Quinn said the only thing she could think of. "Leave it on?"
It was a hoarse whisper, but those eyes she so wanted to be Rachel's softened and agreed. The princess wasn't going to fight to see her face. Maybe she liked the secrecy just as much and rightly so; it was one hell of an aphrodisiac. Quinn was convinced. The desire was mutual.
The brunette kissed her again, greedy. Her hands slid down to Quinn's chest, then paused. Quinn stilled, not daring to breathe as their kiss broke and exploratory passes over her bound breasts, coaxing a moan from her throat. Hazel eyes shot open at the sensation, and her body iced over in terror as the girl pulled away. She was found out. And about to get slapped, probably. Then there'd be screaming.
She waited, but neither came. There were just puzzled eyes, and that citrus flavored mouth pulled into a thin line.
"You're…a girl?" The voice was unrecognizable and so quiet it was almost lost to the background noise of the party below them.
Still, Quinn didn't miss the all-important question. She nodded, admitting her nature in silence. Her heart thudded in her chest, powered by adrenaline and fear. But there was no hand slicing through the air to rebuke her, there was no shout of horror or disgust.
Instead there was a ferocious growl and the brunette attacked her mouth, pawing at her breasts through the layers of fabric. Without breaking the kiss, she grabbed Quinn's hand and tore off the leather glove, then forced it down and underneath her satiny gown.
Quinn groaned into that mouth and pulled away, wishing she could see her whole face. As far as it seemed, Princess was okay with a pirate of the female persuasion. Long legs opened wider, and the girl pressed their joined hands to her damp panties before falling away and letting Quinn take over. Yeah, Princess was fine with this. She focused on the reality of the situation and reveled in how unspeakably powerful she felt in the control she'd just been allowed. And how wet the other girl was. She groaned and pulled aside the flimsy garment, ghosting her fingers up and down the brunette's dripping slit. Good God Almighty, this was amazing. She wanted more.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath. Stark lust raged back with a vengeance and she shoved the black skirt up farther and pressed her whole hand against the girl's center. The small body shook as Quinn palmed her and the brunette angled back, exposing her neck. Unable to resist, Quinn laved her tongue along the column of that tasty throat.
Finding and circling the hard clit with her thumb, she positioned her fingers at the entrance of the girl's soaking core. Eager hips bucked and Quinn teased along the opening. She dipped a single fingertip in, but the shorter girl hissed, clasping at black-clad shoulders and pushing downward.
Quinn took the hint. It wasn't like it was subtle, either. She dropped to her knees and carried the poor excuse for underwear down and off tan legs. She smiled reassuringly and guided the bottom of the dress higher. However, she was anything but sure. She'd never done anything like this before, and fantasies and choice internet sites did not make her an expert. God, she was barely a novice. But, there'd been so many fantasies, so many nights dreaming of what she and another girl would do. What she and Rachel would do, specifically. Rachel. All Quinn had to do was keep thinking of the person she wanted most and she'd do all right. Hopefully more than. With that thought and the costume up around the girl's waist and exposing her navel, Quinn drew nearer to trail her lips over that sweet expanse of skin. Then she noticed something.
A mole, tiny to the point of almost nonexistence, decorated the tight abdomen in front of her. Just there, on the girl's right hip, was a birthmark. A very telling birthmark she'd seen before. Last year, during the Britney Spears fiasco when a certain diva traipsed around in a skimpier version of her normal schoolgirl attire, Quinn spent the whole day memorizing that toned stomach for inspiration during her solo explorations in the seclusion of her bedroom. And sometimes shower. But this couldn't be.
The taller girl surged to her feet and studied the woman behind the mask. Hazel eyes darted lower and she wrestled down the bodice encasing the breasts she'd barely explored on the dance floor, exposing them. Specifically, the right one. There it was. Another mark, a small dark spot on the top of that perfect breast. Nothing and everything made sense. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Brown skin. Full lips and a square but delicate jaw. She saw it now. Rachel. Disheveled, with heavy-lidded eyes and in all her sexpot glory, stood one very confused Rachel Berry.
Stunned but ecstatic, Quinn was back on her knees and biting her lip as she watched flowing slickness paint strong thighs. Traveling farther north, Quinn dotted tender kisses around Rachel's navel. She tongued at the birthmark and basked in the shiver racing through the singer. Her moan blended with Rachel's, her passion renewed.
She returned to circling the cutest belly button on the planet then toured down a featherlike route leading to the girl's mons. Knowing Rachel did indeed have a line of fine, nearly imperceptible hair, changed every misconception she had about the phenomenon. In fact, Quinn just became a big fan of treasure trails. Grinning, she kissed her way lower, avidly following the path nature provided until she reached her destination. The narrow strip of coarse hair was darker than she would have guessed and finely groomed. She brushed her cheek over the area and sighed in contentment. Not only did Rachel look good, she felt fucking fantastic and smelled even better.
A small hand rest on the top of her head and Quinn directed her gaze up. Rachel's eyes were glassy and her lip worried by her teeth. She looked almost like she wanted to object or tell the former cheerleader she didn't have to do this, just to be polite. But Quinn knew otherwise. She had to do this. Part of her felt like she'd die if she didn't. So, she inched forward, tongue extended. Slowly, so slowly it pained her, she tasted Heaven.
She kissed Rachel, slipping her tongue between flushed, puffy folds the way she'd kissed the singer's mouth. There weren't words for this. For how perfect this was. How perfect Rachel was. Quinn bobbed her head, dragging her tongue up and down the length of Rachel's core. Groaning, she watched the girl's chin fall forward and felt a hand clench the hair at the back of her neck. She kept licking. Her tongue parted dark pink lips with ease, scooping as much of the flavor with every pass. Tart. Tangy. Earthy and maybe just a little bit sweet. It lingered on the back of her tongue with each swallow, becoming stronger with each lick. Her teeth skimmed over an enflamed clit, and powerful hips jerked forward. Instinctively, she pulled back to avoid injury.
"Please," Rachel whispered. "Please don't stop."
Quinn moaned. Fuck. Rachel Berry begging was better than Rachel Berry singing. Holding undulating hips with one hand and easily opening wet folds to her surveying mouth with the other, she restarted her journey. She wanted to explore every inch of Rachel. She flicked her tongue over the girl's hard, scarlet-colored clit again and smiled into wet, swollen flesh upon hearing a gasp fall from above her. Proud of herself, Quinn continued and slid her tongue inside Rachel as deep as she could go.
Those hips bucked again, but Quinn was not deterred nor tossed by their stormy behavior. She thrust her tongue in and out, her saliva mixing with the diva's natural liquor and coating her face and chin. It was sticky and messy and she adored every minute of it. She heard Rachel's whines and encouraged her to spread her legs wider. Quinn increased the speed and power of her tongue, finding a pattern. Top to bottom, she licked and sucked as much of that tantalizing skin and delicious wetness as she could but it constantly replenished.
Going down on Rachel Berry was a Sisyphean task. Quinn fucking loved it.
She opened her eyes and saw Rachel with her head dropped forward, escaped chestnut strands curling around her disguised face. If not for those moles on her stomach and breast, Quinn would never have recognized her. She'd never seen Rachel like this, so raw and unrestrained. Her eyes were screwed shut, and the hands in Quinn's hair and on her shoulder flexed as Rachel whimpered with each swipe of her tongue. "Faster. Do it faster."
Being ordered around by Rachel during glee pissed her off to no end. However, she really, really liked it right now. The former cheerleader followed the instruction and sped up. Over and over, faster and faster, she devoured the singer. She enjoyed and savored it, yes, but this was about making Rachel feel good. Quinn hummed into the sensitive flesh and Rachel's legs quivered.
"Oh, yesss..."
The shaking got worse and the hands gripping her hurt, but she refused to stop. With a desperate need to make Rachel come, Quinn sealed her lips around that firm and throbbing clit and sucked. Hard.
"Oh, fuck! There! There! Please there yes!"
Nails raked up her neck and clenched the knotted fabric at the base of her skull. Rachel thrashed against the door and it was all Quinn could do to hold on. Her thumb took the place of her mouth as she thrust her tongue deep inside her dream girl, internally congratulating herself for sending Rachel on her way to the stars. In her moment of glory, as Rachel jerked Quinn's head tighter into her body, she barely registered her mask ripping off. Their eyes locked.
"Quinn?"
She didn't stop. She couldn't. Rachel wasn't letting her, refusing to let go. So she worked her mouth faster. Harder. There and everywhere.
"Oh God, QUINN!"
Quakes racked Rachel's body as she flooded Quinn's mouth and down her chin. She shuddered, letting out high pitched screams that dwindled to kitten-like mewls as Quinn licked her clean, never breaking their eye contact. It was intimate. Far more intimate than anything she planned for tonight. But that was when she thought this was a drunken hook up with a random substitute for Rachel. Now it was Rachel. And it wasn't forced, and it didn't make her feel vulnerable like she thought it would. Actually, she felt warm and fuzzy, and a little bit dizzy as she captured the rest of Rachel's essence. Eventually, the brunette pushed her away and collapsed to the floor, weak and trembling. Rachel stared at her with wide, bewildered eyes. Quinn wasn't sure what to do. She was running on pure instinct.
Not bothering to wipe her face, she leaned in and kissed the girl. She didn't try for anything more than a chaste meeting of their mouths and Rachel didn't object. In fact, the singer ran her tongue along the seam of Quinn's lips as if asking for permission.
She submitted and opened her mouth to allow Rachel inside. Pausing their kiss but keeping their lips together, Quinn reached around and carefully untied the elaborate mask the brunette wore. Once removed, she left another hesitant kiss then pulled back. She hovered above the panting girl and searched her face for any regret. Not an ounce of it anywhere.
Just a small, half-smile to match her own.
"Hi."