A/N: For Aly (lellolamb) and PC ;D

Also, to make Marley smile.

Her parents aren't home again. I have her pinned against the wall. She can barely move. Her wrists are restrained by my hands and she's looking up. At least she's facing that way. Her eyes are shut tight.

My tongue swiftly runs up her neck. She whimpers. God, it's the sexiest thing. I'm sure I can never ever get tired of hearing it.

My teeth follow; raking across her skin, finally stopping to nip at her pulse. She sighs. "Quinn?"

"What, Rachel?" I growl against her ear. I flick her earlobe with my tongue before roughly taking it between my teeth and pulling back making her gasp loudly. She doesn't respond.

My hips ram into hers causing her head to roll onto my shoulder. Her moan echoes off the walls of her room.

"Rachel," I try again teasingly.

"Yes?" She replies breathlessly.

I place soft kisses across her jaw, "You were saying?"

"This isn't fair."

My brow arches, "In what universe is my mouth on your body not fair?"

I almost laugh because I sound like Santana, but come on. My lips tease hers. They hover over her parted lips and her brows knit in frustration.

"Last time, you-"

I cut her off with my mouth. A small noise escapes her. Probably in protest, but I don't care. My tongue glides over her bottom lip and she obliges. Our tongues swirl together. Fuck, the taste of her mouth is heaven.

She jerks her head to the side. "But, it's your turn."

I smile. My hands release her wrists. Her arms fall to her sides and then she rests her hands on my hips. She thinks she's won.

How cute.

My head tilts to the side as I bring my fingers to her face. I caress her cheek and she leans in to kiss me, but I shake my head very slowly.

"No, Rachel," I say, sweetly. Her head follows mine, brows furrowed again.

"No?"

A smirk plays across my lips. I lean closely, my cheek brushes hers. Simultaneously, my hand travels up her inner thigh. Her breath hitches.

"I want to fuck you again." I whisper into her ear as my middle finger ghosts over her center, over her panties.

"Fuck."

"Yes."

She wraps her fingers around my neck and pulls me into a searing kiss. I part first for a much needed gasp for air. Jesus Christ, she can be aggressive. This isn't going to work the way I want it to if I don't keep control. She tries to recapture my lips, but instead I grab her by the hands and lead her to the bed. In some elaborate, yet sort of romantic gesture, I twirl her so that her back is facing the bed.

She carefully sits down and stares up at me. Her eyes shine. Lashes bat, her lids concealing the chocolate irises from me. I almost flinch at how much it saddens me to not be able to look at her in the eye.

I find that the only way to take the sadness away is for me to close my eyes as well, so I lean down and press my lips onto hers softly. The kiss quickly deepens. I lift my knee, placing it between her legs. She takes this as a signal to move back. She parts from me, only to kiss me again, briefly, before sliding her body back onto the mattress.

I slip off my shoes. I've got no idea when her flats had come off. Most probably some time between stepping into her house and pinning her behind her door. She waits against the headboard for me. I crawl over to her. Her curls rest over her shoulders, they rise along with her chest as her breathing becomes less and less controlled. Her mouth is slightly open; her pink tongue peeks from behind her teeth.

You are so fucking attractive.

My knees are on either side of her hips. I reach the hem of her shirt and motion to pull it over her head. Her bra is cream colored and lacy. She doesn't say a word.

The sound of the zipper of her skirt coming undone is loud in the silent room, but she doesn't take her eyes off me. Her panties match her bra. Lace again. I have to bite my lip to keep the whimpers from spilling out.

I trailed my fingertips over her tanned skin. She's so soft. It's almost like the first time I ever touched her. Her stomach quivered a bit beneath my touch. I can now hear her breathing. But I'm enthralled. Her skin is amazing.

I lean down moving my knees back, and place a kiss just underneath her navel. Immediately, I feel her fingers lost in my hair. I continue to drag my lips over her stomach. Everything feels so erotic. She sighs shakily. I can't say I'm not surprised at the amount of patience Rachel is showing right now.

My lips run across the brim of her underwear as my fingers curl around the sides of the fabric, pulling them down steadily. I toss them to the side and continue my slow torture down her inner thigh, completely avoiding the place on which she wants my utmost attention.

I lay open mouthed kisses over her shivering muscles, smiling to myself, absolutely indulging in teasing Rachel. My nails begin to rake over her skin. I've not even started and she's got the blankets in white knuckles.

I get to her knees and her legs are shaking. I finally get to look at her and she's got sweat gathered at the top of her forehead. Her eyes are barely visible under heavy lids and her chest is rising at falling at such rapid speed.

I really cannot help the groan that escapes my lips. My whole body feels feverish. I remove my cheerios top and unzip my skirt. Soon enough, I'm nearly as naked as Rachel is. I need my body against hers. I need to feel her skin against my skin.

I hover over her and my thumb grazes her lips. They part, and she lets her tongue brush my fingertip. I just can't keep my distance anymore. I catch her mouth and we fall into a deep kiss. Our hands exploring each other's bodies as if they've never been there before. The clasp of her bra is undone and then her nipple is rolled between my fingers. She moans against me.

I hold her close to me, unbelievably close. Almost as if, were we even the least bit apart, it'd be unacceptable. She palms my ass and rakes her nails over it, grabbing it. Showing no mercy.

I growl over her jaw, kissing her sloppily, not caring. Not caring.

My right hand finds her center. Fingers glide over wet folds and whimpers reverberate off bedroom walls. My index toys with her opening and she cries.

"Tell me you want it," I say.

She gasps and moans.

"Tell me, Rachel," my teeth pull at her erect nipple.

"Please, Quinn," she begs. Fuck, it's so hot. "Please."

I waste absolutely no time. Two fingers plunge into her and she arches into my palm. I kiss my way to her other nipple, teasing her as I pump my fingers in a horribly slow but rough pace. I flick the nub and take it between my teeth. She cries out again.

"Harder."

Fingers in deep and out, faster and harder, as requested. My thumb randomly pressing against her clit to keep her on the edge. Keeping her on the brim, but never the push to send her over.

Kissing. Kissing. Kissing. My lips never leave a piece of her skin untouched. Teeth scrape over her sternum, down to the dip between her ribcage. She pants uncontrollably. She's so close.

"Q-Quinn," her voice is frantic and I feel the muscles in my arms burn the faster I pump my fingers, "Quinn, I love-"

The blood drains from my face and I feel cold and hot at the same time. I can't stop what I'm doing now. That would be horrific. My fingers keep going.

"Rachel," I cut her off. "Don't."

I move up, closer to her. Our chests crash with each breath. Her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly.

"Fuck!" Her head abruptly falls back, her nails, however, still digging deep into my skin. My left hand grips the back of her neck and I bring my mouth closer to her ear. She needs to shut the fuck up.

"But, I fucking-I love-"

My heart picks up and it's racing completely out of control. I feel on the verge of a panic attack. My fingers curl up and rub against her walls hard. Rachel doesn't finish what she was going to say, even though I already know.

I wish I didn't.

She rides her orgasm and falls limply back on the bed. Her back no longer arched. Her chest relaxing. All the while, I can't seem to catch up with myself.

I break apart from her and sit back on my legs. For the first time since we've started this whole…exchange, I feel as naked as I physically appear. I stare at her and she's lying there, beautiful as ever. Her hair sprawled over the pillow and her eyes are shut. Her mouth is barely ajar. She looks… magical.

'I love you.'

That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?

The room suddenly feels 10 times smaller. My heart is pounding so loud, it rings throughout my head. I need to get out of here.

I reach for my underwear and dress lightning fast. I feel my face distort when I hear the ruffling of the sheets. Rachel's sitting up. Confused.

"Quinn, I'm-I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't, Rachel."

Tears are stinging my eyes and I feel an intense amount of anger bubble deep in my stomach. She can't just say that. You can't just say that!

"Please, don't leave, Quinn," her voice pierces through me like a sharp blade. It hurts. It physically hurts.

"Don't leave me."

But it's too late. I don't hear the last few words. I'm already out the front door.