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.
Rachel's mind reeled.
Her heart was racing, its rhythmic thud hurting her ears. But her ears weren't the only parts of her throbbing. Every cell was on alert; veins and nerve endings pulsed quicker and louder than the combined yet competing bass of the different music coming from the floors below. Her body felt like a thunderstorm: the booming in her chest, the deluge between her thighs—even her skin couldn't escape the fearsome aftermath. The hairs on her arms stood at attention and goosebumps spanned the spaces between. It was as though she'd been struck by lightning, and her mind sparking and sputtering like a downed power line in search of a connection. Pronouncing Rachel as thoroughly perplexed would be a gross understatement. In fact, for all her extensive comprehension of the English vernacular, and a number of helpful phrases and terms from a few other languages, she simply could not find the words to describe the extent of her bafflement.
Gloved fingers danced along her cheek, and her face turned to meet her new lover's. A dusting of sobriety settled in, and shyness overcame her. She couldn't believe what just happened. Not only had Rachel been so consumed by lust and uninhibited by alcohol that she'd become captivated by a stranger, but she fully and willingly let herself be taken by said stranger.
And not only was her mystery lover a woman, it was Quinn. .Fabray. She couldn't think of one thing to say.
Warm eyes, framed by tawny brown lashes and full of both contentment and apprehension, stared at her while that slightly upturned corner of pink lips quirked a little more.
Words were overrated.
She wove her fingers through short, not-so-blonde hair and pulled Quinn's lips nearer, demanding more of the delicious spiced rum and sugar lacing that very talented mouth. The added flavor of Rachel's own essence rekindled the desire simmering within her. Tongues explored again and again until the need for air drove them apart. The girls' mouths remained close, unable to abandon one another completely. Quinn flattened their foreheads together and Rachel found her voice.
"Hi back."
It was shaky, but considering her body had yet to compose itself, the vibrato was of no great concern. The sporadic spasms between her legs, however, those needed some tending to. But she didn't know if their unveilings meant an end to this liaison, so she looked to Quinn, soaking in the sight of her in the dim lighting pouring through the bedroom windows.
Quinn was pink from the tips of her ears to her chest, partially revealed by the open V of the loose fitting shirt. Her breathing was labored, her skin glistened with sweat, and Rachel could see the blood pumping furiously through the veins at her neck. The diva licked her lips, and hungry eyes tracked her tongue.
"Kiss me again."
Instantly, Quinn swooped down and plundered the recesses of Rachel's mouth. She melted and opened in complete surrender. Well, not complete surrender. She was far too stubborn for that. Quinn groaned and pulled back a little, retreating then advancing in teasing bouts. The diva was also too stubborn to not get as much out of this situation as she could, so she encircled her arms around the taller girl's neck, keeping her in place while she swept into that mouth and took what she wanted. Now that this fantasy was a reality, she was going to see it through. And she couldn't do that if Quinn changed her mind and ran away.
Her worry of Quinn rethinking this encounter dissolved the moment her mouth fell to Rachel's neck and her hands returned to her dress, this time dipping into her gown to tease stiff and aching nipples. The contradicting sensations of warm skin on one breast and smooth leather on the other were simultaneously inconceivable and spectacular.
"Oh God."
Unable to do anything else, Rachel arched her back, pushing her chest into Quinn's hands and reveling in the throaty growl it procured. Hazel eyes gave way to a rich emerald gaze full of lust, and a little bit of something else she couldn't name shone brightly. It was almost frightening seeing Quinn so open and authentic in her emotions. She was vulnerable, exposed. And so beautiful.
The brunette was overwhelmed with the urge to expose more of her.
However, the pain and pleasure of tapered fingers pinching and rolling her nipples jetted straight to her clit and Rachel lost all coherent thought. Her head proved too heavy to hold up and slumped back, baring her neck to Quinn's mouth. Burning hot though she was, Rachel shivered as a wet tongue flicked over her collarbone. The grip she had on Quinn's hair turned severe and she pulled.
"Ouch. Jesus, Rachel." Quinn scolded her then yanked the top of her dress down farther to free her breasts completely, and her mouth replaced her fingers.
"Unnh!" Rachel's hands again tightened in Quinn's hair, drawing a grumble from the girl's throat. "Sorry," she gasped. "Didn't mean to hurt yo–oww!"
The introduction of teeth upon her breasts shocked her and she impelled her lover's mouth away.
"What was that, payback?" She hoped Quinn knew she wasn't being particularly serious. Yes, the bite hurt, but it was also kind of sexy.
That famous Fabray smirk played at pink lips. "Maybe. Don't pretend you don't like it, Berry."
"That better not be the name you scream later." The harshness of her voice surprised even her. As a result, she softened, soothing her fingers through the fluffy, golden-brown mane and smiling at the silly looking girl. "Nice 'stache by the way."
The sight of a cross-eyed Quinn was adorable as the intrepid pirate tried to look at the prosthetic facial hair. The actress traced her finger over it, shaking her head. It was a good fixture, that was clear, and there was no way it was coming off tonight. Not unless they decided to break up their little party and go searching for a solvent. The idea of Quinn smelling like rubbing alcohol was reason enough to ignore the accoutrement for now. As perhaps uncouth as it was to say, smelling her own arousal on Quinn was much more preferable. Not to mention incredibly erotic.
Fair cheeks blushed, but their owner shrugged with feigned apathy. "Go big or go home, I guess."
"Hmmm." Rachel's finger traveled up and down the bridge of a flawless nose then over sculpted eyebrows. She was so absorbed in the journey she didn't notice how cold the floor was until a shiver raced through her. Glancing at the bed only a few yards from them, the brunette made a decision. "Does that philosophy extend to present circumstances?"
Quinn's brow furrowed with incomprehension. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Rachel began, unsure how to put it tactfully. "When I imagined this, there was usually a bed involved."
"Oh really?" A devilish grin appeared and Quinn leaned in, nibbling the shell of Rachel's ear. "And just what else have you imagined, Miss Berry?"
"Less clothing." Brown eyes bugged out. Alcohol had a funny way of taking over her mouth.
Quinn's method was better.
Their lips met, and again the brunette was lost to the pleasure of it all. Rare was the occasion Rachel Berry gave in to her baser instincts, but rarer still were the moments someone made her want to. She felt unhinged. Indeed, she'd go as far to say she was positively wanton.
Her hands threaded through soft locks. Her previous orgasm had sobered her enough to realize what was happening, but also left her drowning in the intoxicating element known as Quinn Fabray and never wanting to resurface. In Quinn's arms and drunk on the need in those green eyes, Rachel yielded to her new addiction.
Pushing and rolling, pulling and grinding, the girls switched positions through Rachel's determination to slake her craving. On top of the woman in black, she captured Quinn's mouth and rocked their hips together. The supine girl moaned and grabbed her waist, securing Rachel closer and increasing the force of their movements.
The brunette broke their kiss with a gasping pop. "Bed?"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Bed, Quinn."
The two were on their feet, shedding clothing in the short walk to the California king centered behind them. Rachel made quick work of the sash about Quinn's waist then lifted the baggy shirt halfway off before the sword and scabbard clattered to the floor.
The pirate was left in a black athletic tank, showing off feminine biceps chiseled by years of gymnastics and cheerleading as she bungled up the knotted stays of Rachel's corset. "How did you get this on?"
"Carefully." The brunette took Quinn's hand and pulled off the single remaining glove. "And unimpeded."
They disrobed each other quickly, biting and kissing newly revealed skin until both were naked before she pushed the blonde to the bed and straddled her waist. Her eyes roamed over the excruciating beauty beneath her. She smirked. Quinn was definitely not a natural blonde, not that Rachel every really thought otherwise. She allowed her gaze to linger as a rosy tint spread over fair skin then frowned at the marks left by the ACE bandage she'd just unwound from about Quinn's chest, used to bind her breasts. Rachel dipped her head and extended her tongue, soothing and lapping at the angry crimson lines, then swirling over to circle stiff nipples.
Quinn hissed through her teeth and arched into Rachel's mouth. Her hands gripped the bedspread instead of clawing at the girl atop her—who moved away just enough to speak.
"You can touch me, if you want."
She nearly came. Right then. The hesitance paired with undeniable need in the singer's voice almost sent her over the edge. One hand grasped at the dark tresses falling from a haphazard bun, anxious to free it all. She sat up, taking Rachel with her and already finding and removing bobby pins like an expert. They were the tools of her trade; most of Quinn's daily hairstyles required a few of the metal fashion minions. Lush curls tumbled down brown-skinned shoulders, resting on the tops of tantalizing breasts. She swore Rachel was sex incarnate. Sex and passion and desire all in one divine package.
"Gorgeous," she whispered, kissing away the blush suffusing the goddess's cheeks. She wrapped one arm around the girl's waist and used the other to steady them as she moved backward on the bed, ushering them under the covers. Speed was not the name of the game. She wanted to take her time. Rachel had other ideas.
Shoved flat on her back and victim to the most talented mouth on Earth, Quinn relinquished any kind of control and opened to Rachel in every way she could. The diva settled between her legs and into her bones. Their centers met, and both moaned. Rachel gave out a kind of whimper while Quinn's utterance could only be categorized as a growl. A low, harsh growl that made her sound like an animal. It must have triggered something inside the diva because their hips joined tightly and rolled over and over as the smaller girl took charge. Quinn's leg's opened more, her arousal mixing with her lover's instead of merely streaming between her thighs. Ever the opportunist, Rachel increased their speed and force. Faster and harder with each grind, she had Quinn coming in heartbeats while following right behind. That was too quick. Quinn needed more.
She seized Rachel's right hand and brought it to her lips, kissing each fingertip and the expanse of a soft palm. In a moment of impromptu boldness (much like all of her night consisted of thus far), she licked the length of Rachel's middle and ring fingers.
"Not that you'll need it, but…" Quinn took the two digits into her mouth and sucked, sure to leave a glossy coating of saliva on them before guiding them downward. She positioned them at her dripping entrance, and no, the additional wetness from her mouth really, really wasn't necessary. Brown eyes turned completely black, pupils blown, and Rachel's lips moved soundlessly.
The taller teen smiled shyly but maintained eye contact as a single finger finally sank inside her. A girlish gasp of surprise escaped her and now it was Rachel who growled, once again capable of speech.
"Oh…Quinn."
The diva felt liquid silk displace and spill out around her hand as she pushed deeper. There were no adequate words to describe the enormity of the moment or how literally awesome her world just became. Nothing but a feeble, "So good."
Short, barely there thrusts were all the brunette could manage as she balanced on her free arm and rocked into Quinn at a leisurely pace, staying as close as possible. She situated herself atop a milky white thigh then slipped forward and nuzzled her nose along a smooth cheek. Her lips traced over a soft ear lobe and a shudder ripped through her at the sound of the former cheerleader's gasp as she added a second finger.
Velvety walls seized her invading fingers and she moaned, knowing for sure that the other girl just ruined her for anyone else. She wanted more, wanted all Quinn had and wanted to make her feel what Rachel felt any way she could.
"Is this okay?" Tentatively, Rachel curled her fingers against a rounded bump of flesh.
Quinn's back bowed. "Oh God, so fucking good…"
That broken whimper snapped the timid leash reining Rachel back, and the green-eyed girl cried out as all gentleness and hesitation ceased. Another day Rachel would take her time to thoroughly explore and investigate the secrets of the glorious body pressed against hers, but right now, she just needed to fuck Quinn Fabray unconscious.
"Rach…please." Quinn must've needed it, too.
Rachel pressed her forehead against her lover's and their eyes locked. "Please what, Quinn?"
"Baby," Quinn whined. "Fuck me. Just fuck me."
Whether from the whispered endearment or the vulgar plea, the brunette went into frenzy. Her nostrils flared and need coiled her insides. Two fingers slammed into the taller girl without pretense and she caught the ensuing scream in a kiss. The girl moaned and thrust brutally but Rachel didn't falter. It was ludicrous to think that Quinn wanted this, the former Cheerio captain really wanted McKinley's social pariah to take her so wildly. But seeing the disheveled mop of sandy blonde hair and heavy-lidded eyes and feeling the eager roll of her hips would have convinced anyone. Rachel rotated her hand and pointed her fingers downward, like she was aiming for Quinn's lower back, and plunged deeper.
"Oh GOD!"
Rachel hammered into that tight core at an almost violent pace. It was fast and bruising and the headboard knocked the wall with every thrust. Each time her fingertips bumped against Quinn's cervix, the girl squealed and her arms constricted around Rachel's neck and shoulders, forcing their lips together. Rachel pushed her tongue deep into Quinn's mouth, desperate to get inside the girl every way she could.
Gasping, neither woman could hold the kiss for long. Quinn dropped flat to her back and gripped the pillow under her head. She raised her knees and Rachel sank deeper.
Quinn begged incoherently. "It's… I'm… More—harder, please just fuck me harder."
Immediately, Rachel did. She added a third finger and Quinn squeezed, trapping her. Still, she moved. Rachel's arm felt like a battering ram and her muscles burned from exertion, but the softness of Quinn's body and the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips fueled her on. She turned her wrist and hooked her fingers up once more.
Quinn gasped. The muscles in her neck corded and she arched up, arms still clinging to Rachel. The singer kept their rhythm, fingers drumming against the thrilling spot inside her lover. In. Up. Out. Over and over until that gorgeous body tightened then collapsed lifelessly to the mattress.
For a split second Rachel worried she'd passed out and the fear of having to explain why Quinn Fabray was lying naked and unconscious in Noah's mother's bed with Rachel Berry vied with the extreme, smug pride the diva felt at knowing exactly why Quinn was naked and unconscious. Rachel grinned to herself. However the mental soundtrack of vociferous applause failed to drown out the pitiable whimper when her fingers made to pull out from their tight confines.
"Stay," Quinn rasped. "Please stay." She sounded broken, as if Rachel's fingers were all that held her together.
Acquiescing because she wasn't sure she could stand to separate either, she left her fingers buried. The young woman twitched a bit, but Rachel was there with calm and tenderness. She rose up a little, but refused to detach from the girl she still craved. Scaling the incline of that lithe body, Rachel explored the landscape she'd bypassed earlier, swiping and sucking at sweaty skin as she journeyed up and down, smiling and nipping at the taut abdomen still shaking with pleasure. Kisses paved the way to Quinn's mouth, yet Rachel paused over a flushed sternum, drawing tiny stars with the pointed tip of her tongue. She kissed and licked up the swan-like neck and kissed behind a sensitive ear, only then did she taste the tears that flowed back into honey-gold hair.
"Quinn?" The lack of response worried her and she eased out much slower than she'd entered.
Closed eyelids fluttered as though attempting to open, and Quinn released a groan Rachel didn't know how to interpret before her labored breathing evened and her body relaxed. Now, she was out, gone from consciousness. The singer stroked damp hair and murmured nonsensical things as she absorbed every quake and shudder rippling through the athletic body in her arms.
Her lips moved, barely millimeters, pressing the tiniest kiss to the underside of Quinn's jaw. She arranged the bedcovers around them and curled up next to the sleeping beauty while the party below carried on. The had night turned out very differently than originally planned, but looking at the slumbering form bedside her made her think that maybe she should do something nice for Kurt and Tina as a "thank you" for ruining her dress and attracting the attention of the Dread Pirate Quinn. Rachel sighed and rested her head next to her lover's, worn-out but wondering how they were going to get that silly mustache off in the morning.
end.