Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long. I kind of went through a dry spell of absolutely no writing and it sucked. I'm slightly disappointed at how short this is, but I tried something new. This chapter is dedicated to Marley. Thank you for appreciating my work, darling. You are way too talented to even say such things about mine! Anyway, this chapter four in Quinn's perspective, continuing from the morning/afternoon after chapter three. Yes, Berry's parents are still out of town :)

Enjoy!

She shoved me.

Can you believe that?

She shoved me.

I scoff and narrow my eyes at her as I start to march right back up to where she is standing, but before I know it, she she shoves me again. I can feel my stomach heat up, with anger or arousal, I don't know; maybe both.

Okay, maybe anger. It starts to boil over as she smirks at me, so smug, so proud. No. Oh, no you don't.

Of course, the second I am one step away from her body, my anger turns to lust and I grab her face forcefully and lock our lips. I'll show you shoving. My tongue rams into her mouth so fast, she nearly chokes. In my head, I laugh.

My hands dig into her hair and I pull her head back as I rise on the balls of my feet, towering over her. I thrust her toward me, wrapping my arm behind her back, making sure my nails trickle over her skin with the right amount of force. Her mouth parts and lets out a sigh. I take advantage of her bottom lip and worry it between my teeth, tugging it back. A moan rings throughout the bathroom.

I let go of her abruptly and pivot toward the tub. I twist the knob and let the hot water cascade from the shower head. I turn back to her. Her chest is heaving and her pupils are dilated. I can see her erect nipples through her thin camisole; the only thought on my mind is how I need to get my lips around them.

I walk up to her slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. I close in the gap between us and my fingers begin to play with the bottom of her top. The material slips over my hand and I run my fingers over her stomach, right above the brim of her panties. Her eyes flutter shut, but my gaze never leaves her. I can see her chest rise and fall in deep but slow breaths. My touch leaves her skin and she looks at me once more. My eyes tear through hers. I release a deep sigh. She's so beautiful. You are so beautiful.

She nods silently, her eyes traveling from one of mine to the other. It almost feels like it's the first time. Slowly but deliberately, she lifts her arms and I remove her top. Her arms fall back gracefully. Her tousled hair is cutely placed upon her forehead. I smile because-well, because I can't help it. I bring my fingers to her forehead and I neatly tuck her hair behind her ear. Her eyes fall behind her lids and a small smile appears on her face. A warm feeling spreads across my abdomen. God, she's just so beautiful.

Her chocolate orbs grace me with their presence once again, but her smile fades suddenly. They give off a puzzled look and I look down and shake my head. It's amazing how one look can vanish all my anger, fear, lust and turn it into something else; or is it just a big melting pot of feelings? I can't distinguish one from the other. I don't ever know what I'm feeling when I'm with her. She makes me feel like I am somebody completely different.

I feel a small digit beneath my chin and it lifts my gaze to hers. We look at one another for a few seconds, all in silence, when she brings my face closer to hers and we share the softest kiss. I don't know if it's the heat of the water or what, but my knees suddenly weaken and I nearly stumble on top of her. She catches me. God, she catches me. How figuratively cheesy.

I'm really falling for you, aren't I?

A huge part of me panics instantly, but that small 10% of me that's balanced and level headed manages to calm me down. I thank God for a second. I thank Him because I don't want to miss this. I don't want to miss this one bit.

I know it's a sin. I've been told it's a sin, but-just in the way she's looking at me right now-she's looking at me like I'm the only girl in the world. We're the only ones left on this earth right now, as we stand in this steaming bathroom. And it's almost as if she sees the thoughts race through my head. Her eyes soften, her eyebrows furrow a little with concern, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

"Hey," she whispers.

As if on automatic, I return her smile, but my eyes glance away from hers. Don't let them win, Quinn. Don't let them win.

"Look at me for a sec."

I mentally slap myself, hard. Snap out of it, Quinn!

"Quinn…" her voice falters a little. No, Rachel, don't cry. Please don't cry.

I take a deep breath, and release. Finally, my eyes reach hers. They are sparkling with unshed tears and a typhoon of guilt crashes against me. This is okay. Why am I freaking out? Look, at her, Quinn, just look at her and you'll know.

"You're just so-" I begin. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth and a moan is barely detained in my throat. The hunger returns, and the fear disappears. My eyes are drawn to that lip and I am at a loss of words. Words, words, what are words? Lips, lips are what I know.

Mindlessly I wrap my hands around her neck and bring her forth. Her teeth let go of her lip just before we mesh together into a seething kiss. Our tongues dance and battle for dominance all at once. I want all of her, and I want her now.

Before I know it, she's shimmied out of her underwear and is now completely naked in front of me. I am suddenly very aware of all the clothing I'm still wearing and quickly take care of that. Once uncovered, she smirks as she walks past me, grabbing my hand, and pulling me toward the bathtub. For a reason unknown to me, I start to blush and I walk the short distance to the running water.

One step, two steps, three, and four; we are now standing in the tub. I have the urge to giggle. I don't know why. I've never done this before, with a guy or a girl. Do we wash each other's hair? Do we talk? Do I have to say something first? Do we just stand in silence? Do we make-out? Do we have sex?

It's kind of hard to keep my eyes open while the water is running so rapidly down my face. It's funny how we watch movies and think that shower scenes are supposed to be sexy, but in reality, they could be slightly awkward. I smile goofily and bow my head to rub my eyes. When I pull back my hair and look up, I find her smiling at me. The water aims right below her chin so she's lucky enough not to be made a fool like me. Of course, I'd be the one to be made a fool. It's like you can see right through me.

She takes one long look at me before lifting her fingers to my lips. Her thumbs pad across my lower lip. My eyes doesn't leave hers, which are currently fixated on my mouth. I feel pounding between my legs and a shiver up my spine. Oh, God, don't just do that. KISS ME!

Without even the chance to blink, she is on her toes and devouring my lips. A loud moan escapes me and my hands struggle to find refuge. My eyebrows furrow and my eyes squeeze shut. The heat plus the intensity of the kiss is making me lightheaded. I'm guessing she noticed me swaying because her grip on my sides tightens. My hands snake up her front, grazing over her stiff nipples, and lastly, wrapping around her neck. I bring her closer to me, minimizing the gap between us. I can feel her stomach on mine and I cannot help but moan once more.

Her tongue runs over mine making my mouth widen, and letting water seep in and mesh with our saliva. With every stroke of our tongues, I can feel myself get wetter despite the water running. How is it that I cannot get enough of her? She's like a drug. You are a drug. I need my fix now.

She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and she pulls back hard. I hiss loudly, half caring because it freaking hurts, and half not giving a crap because I want her teeth all over my body. The second her teeth let go of me I take her elbow forcefully and open my eyes to look at her. I can just imagine how black they are, because I can't even tell the difference between lust and anger right now.

She doesn't seem to be phased by it at all. Instead she trails a few sloppy kisses up my neck. She knows that's my weakness. I feel her tongue slither up my neck and nibble on my jaw. My eyes roll back into my head and my hands clasp onto her shoulders. I can hear her smirk growing on her face.

"Mmm, baby," she moans into my ear and I nearly melt, "come on, let me…"

My mind at this point has completely shut down and all I can feel is the ache between my thighs which basically tells me 'do whatever she says, or else'. I feel her hand crawl up my neck and her mouth right by my ear, awaiting my answer. I nod fervently and manage to whisper something in agreement.

She takes my earlobe into her mouth and sinks her teeth into it, pulling it back as she sucked in a breath, and I swear my knees buckle. Her breath is burning my ear as she whispers, "turn around."

I whimper quietly and nod one last time before motioning to do as I am told, but not before she grabs my jaw harshly and brings her lips to mine; her tongue entering my mouth without invitation, not that I'd have a problem, but since I'm on autopilot, it was a surprise. She parts from the seething kiss and nods her head in encouragement. I must admit, I'm a little skeptical about letting her do whatever she wants with me, but then again I did tie her up last night…

The steam in the bathroom is weighing heavy and the hot water is pouring over my back, only to be stopped by her small body behind me. Her fingers grab my hair from the right side of my neck and move it to my left and my head turns back to maybe catch a glimpse of her. I can feel her bare front against my ass and she brings her hands onto my back and lightly pushes me against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. I let out a long sigh when I feel her lips lay soft kisses onto my shoulder blades. Something about not being able to see her do this and just feel was thrilling, yet the mystery of it all is making my stomach churn.

Her hands travel up my spine and back down over my sides, making me shiver. Her mouth runs parted, her teeth grazing my skin, and her tongue peeking out from time to time over my shoulders. My forehead presses against the wall and my arms crawl up the tiles, unknowing where to halt and stay put.

My eyes shut. I can hear the sound of the water splashing on the porcelain rings through the room. Her fingers make way toward my chest, and she slides her open palms over my breasts. My mouth hangs open as I feel her take my nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

"Ugh, fuck," I groan. Her fingers are relentless. They continue to pinch and pull and it's taking all my strength to keep standing and to not bash my head into the wall from all the teasing. God, I've taught you well. My back arches, causing my ass to rub against her front once more. I hear a low cry from behind me. I bite my lip and smile at my bit of success. She bows her head onto the middle of my back and pinches my nipples and pulls harder. Yeah, that didn't last long. Jesus H! A loud moan bounces off the walls. I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

Like she read my mind, she finally leaves my breasts and lowers her right hand over my stomach. My eyes squeeze tight, waiting, but no; she stops. No way. Not happening. My hand covers hers swiftly, but before I can force it between my thighs, I hear a firm, "let, go."

My chest heaves in an almost sob-like manner. I regretfully let go of her small hand and my arm resumes its prior position. Now, I'm just begging that she doesn't take this to her advantage and just fucks me already because there is no way in hell these knees are going to stand it any longer.

I feel her hand hover over my inner thighs, and her fingers lightly brushing my scorching skin. I take in a deep breath as I feel her moving closer and closer and finally my breath hitches. It's almost like a feather, how faintly she grazes my clit. My mouth falls open again. Fingers ghosting over my clit once more. Sweet Lord, please, please, please-

"Oh, fuck me." I whisper, apparently.

"What was that?"

I don't know if I can say it again. I concentrate on the words.

"I said," I take in a breath. Come on, Quinn, "fuck, me."

"As you wish."

A swift movement of her knee spreads my legs wider. How I managed to stay erect is beyond me. The pads of her fingertips fall flush against my clit and I release a loud moan that had been trapped in my throat for what felt like forever. Circles, circles, circles. My forehead pushes against the tile and I begin to breathe loudly and heavily. Circles, circles, circles. The water pounds against my neck and small incoherent noises roll off my tongue. Circles, circles, circles.

Promptly, her left hand has dipped between my folds. I scoff slightly as I feel her index finger circle my entrance at the same rhythm as her other fingers working on my clit.

"Oh, wow…"

"Wh-what?" I manage to wonder aloud.

"You're so, so wet…" she sighs in return.

"Ugh, fuck, Rach-"

Sliding. Sliding in and out now and rubbing in circles. My breathing has now become sporadic and I can feel my balance becoming quite weak. I'm close, I know it.

I bite back a moan and she's noticed it. "Let me hear you, baby."

Fucking hell. I cry out the faster she slides in and out of me. I want to cry. Everything feels amazing. Her face is pushed against my back, her mouth leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down my spine. Sliding. Sliding faster. Sliding harder.

"Oh, God-I'm s-so close, R-Rachel."

Her fingers slide out while her right hand leaves my clit. I almost sob at the thought of her stopping and leaving me at the verge of everything, until I feel her palm press harshly against my clit and I pound my fist against the wall. The palm of her hand roughly, but so slowly, brushes over my swollen clit and slams three fingers back inside me. I don't even have time to think. Her right hand has crept up my chest and around my neck and as soon as her fingers curl and reach that spot inside me, she massages my neck a little tighter with each press of her fingers inside.

That's it. My head falls back. I try my best to gather one last breath before her hand grabs another hold of my neck and my body stiffens. A rush of blood travels to God knows where. All I feel is a tidal wave just crash against me. My back arches. My legs begin to quiver something fierce. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Tears streak down my face only to be masked by the droplets of water sprinkling from the pouring water on my scalp and I swear I see stars. Ironic, right?

Finally, I feel her grip loosen. It feels as if someone lifted a foot off a water hose and like water returning to its rightful path, so does the oxygen flow from my mouth to my lungs. I gasp and my hands automatically cover my neck. My forehead returns to its resting position against the wall to help me keep some sort of balance. Her left hand slowly exits me and she places it on my hip to hold me steady. I feel the right press lightly on my back along with her forehead. She's hyperventilating as well. It takes a few minutes for us to catch up to our bodies.

Suddenly, a small hand grabs ahold of my elbow, pulls me off the wall, and turns me around. My lids are lazy and with the water running over my face, I can barely see her. She wraps her arms around me and I let my head fall right in the crook of her neck. We stay standing muffled together until I figuratively regain consciousness.

I can finally see her face. She smiles at me and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. I take her palm and kiss it, then push it against my cheek. I smile back.

"Hey," she says gently.

"Hi," I reply.

On the balls of her feet, she rises to give me a kiss on the nose. How do you follow that with a kiss on the nose? Dear God.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Mhmm," her voice is almost a whisper.

"Where in the world did you learn that little trick?"

She chuckles softly, a smug look appears on her face, "I did a little research."

"Oh, did you, now?"

"Yes, ma'am. Why, did you not enjoy it?" That eyebrow raise was done in such a Fabray-esque manner. Jesus, I really have taught you well.

"What part of how hard I just came gave you that idea?"

Her mouth drops open at my bluntness. I laugh at how cute she is being right now.

"What? I'm only stating the obvious, Rachel."

She shrugs and flips back her hair with her hand, so proud of herself. I roll my eyes and take her lips with my own. I leave a lingering kiss, followed by another, and another.

"I think I-" My eyes widen and I stop myself. I kick myself for even attempting to think aloud, especially those words.

Her brows furrow, revealing a puzzled look, "what, baby?"

I sigh deeply, smiling a little, and decide to leave it at, "I just want you to hold me for a while."

Maybe next time.