A/N 1: Thanks as always for the reviews, alerts and favourites. It helped motivate me to write quite a bit for the sequel today- still so much more to type up on that one yet though. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this update, let me know what you think- good or bad.
Rachel's POV
Rushing out of my bathroom I hurriedly wrap a towel around me as I reach for my ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" I answer breathlessly.
"Hey." Quinn's voice greets me gently.
"Hi Quinn!" I exclaim happily.
"Why are you so out of breath?"
"You caught me just as I was getting out of the shower so I had to run for my phone." I explain.
"You were in the shower?" She asks in a small, breathless voice.
"Yes, I have been known to take them." I tease. Quinn forces out a laugh but she sounds slightly awkward.
"If you give me a sec I will just get dressed."
"What?" She squeaks. "You're... you're naked?"
"Well apart from my towel. You can't really shower in clothes Quinn." I laugh easily, trying to eliminate the awkwardness of our conversation.
"Yeah..." She trails off quietly.
Okay then. Fun conversation.
"Is everything okay?" I ask in concern, wondering why she had called in the first place.
"Yeah, it's just... my Mom is coming back tonight and I feel... I don't know." I hear a soft sigh from the other end of the line.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Tell me about your day." She requests in a small voice. And so I launch into an over the top telling of what was in fact a relatively mundane day with my fathers but as I hear soft laughter from the other end of the phone I don't care how ridiculous my retelling is. I talk Quinn's ear off for close to an hour, the only contribution from her end is the odd soft laugh and the gentle sound of her breathing.
Eventually I tell her that I have to go when my Dad calls me down for dinner. Reluctant to end our phone call I stall slightly.
"Would you maybe like to go shopping or just hangout again tomorrow?" I ask, feeling suddenly nervous.
"I can't," she says softly and I feel my heart fall in my chest. "I have church and stuff with my Mom tomorrow." She sighs tiredly. "Are you free Monday?"
"Sure!" I exclaim a little too enthusiastically.
"We can go to the Mall or something." Quinn offers and I feel my smile growing a mile wide.
"Okay." I agree happily.
"Okay," She chuckles softly. "I will pick you up at 11-ish?"
"Okay." I laugh at my own inability to say anything else at the moment and Quinn chuckles again too.
"Okay, goodnight Munchkin. And thanks for talking to me."
"Anytime." I tell her genuinely. "Good night Quinn."
Quinn's POV
I lie in bed staring at the ceiling for a while, my body still thrumming slightly. Whilst Rachel had been telling me about her day I had managed to become distracted but now in the quiet of my room I find my mind wandering.
She was in the shower.
I groan and turn over to bury my head in my pillow as I try to force the images from my mind. She had been in a towel whilst talking to me. At some point whilst I was on the phone with her she got dressed which means that at some point she was naked... on the phone to me.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
Suddenly Santana's words float through my mind and I squirm slightly.
Self love.
I let out a whimper of frustration because I can't. I really can't but God do I want to.
I turn back over onto my back and flop an arm over my face in aggravation. My other arm has landed on my abdomen and my hand idly strokes my stomach. When I realise what my wandering hand is doing I pull it away sharply and sit up quickly.
A shower, that will help. A very cold shower.
Showering didn't help.
I lie back on my bed, freshly showered and bite back the desire to cry from sheer frustration. My hand trails up and down as I lightly scratch my abdomen. I know that I am losing this fight and curse Santana's name for putting this idea in my head in the first place.
Stupid Santana, all her fault. I grumble to myself as I try to still my hand's movements. Because without her suggestion you wouldn't be doing this. I scoff at myself. Yeah right.
Giving in I finally let my hand trail down lower. I gasp at the wetness I find there and let out a small moan of satisfaction at the contact. I try my best to keep my mind clear and just give myself over to the sensations but inevitably warm, chocolate coloured eyes fill my mind. I feel a flare of desire stroke my insides and quickly pull my hand away, whimpering slightly at the loss of pressure.
I can't do this. I can't think of her whilst I... can I?... No! No I can't.
I pull my hand completely away and try to calm my overheated body down. Taking deep breaths I gradually feel my heart rate begin to calm slightly. Ignoring the almost painful desire coursing through me and how every cell of my body seems to be vibrating with energy I roll onto my side and close my eyes tightly. I lay there quietly as I take deep, shuddering breaths as I pray for sleep to claim me. After a small eternity it finally does.
Quinn's POV
Going to sleep horny is a big mistake, of epic proportions. The dreams I had all night were filled with brown eyes, full lips and an ass to die for. The dreams were so vivid and intense that I woke up panting, a light sheen of sweat covering my quivering body. This time I didn't stop my hands journey downwards as I allowed the images from my dreams to flood my mind, not to mention my panties.
Once the final tremors subsided I felt guilt settle over me. I feel a small sob bubble up inside of me as I clutch my pillow to my chest. That was without a doubt the best, most intense orgasm of my life, not that I've had many to compare it to. I've never been all that comfortable with 'self love' as Santana so aptly puts it. Even at the times in the past when I have caved and given into that primal need I have never allowed myself to fantasise like that, except perhaps when I was pregnant. But then I could just blame the hormones. Pregnancy hormone craziness aside for me it was usually just about the physical relief and that was all I ever allowed it to be. This however, this was something else altogether. It hadn't been about a physical need for release but about pure pleasure.
Just thinking about it I can feel my body heating up again and let out a miserable groan of frustration. I force myself up and out of bed as I decide to take a shower, no matter how futile I know it will prove to be.
Making my way tiredly downstairs I am greeted by the sight of my mother sat in the kitchen sipping on some coffee. She glances up as I enter the room and I feel myself flush as I pray my face won't betray what I spent the best part of this morning doing.
"Good morning Quinnie." She smiles brightly at me.
"Morning Mom." I force a smile in return. "How was Aunt Cathy?"
"Good." My Mom eyes me wearily. "About that sweetie, I need to talk to you about something."
I look at her wearily as I feel my heart sinking. I know that tone all too well, it is commonly used it this household. Nothing good ever came of that tone.
"Okay." I fidget nervously as my mind automatically switches into hyper drive.
"It will have to wait now." she sighs as she looks pointedly at her watch.
"I err, overslept." I explain as I look down to try to hide my blush.
"Yes well," She says in that painfully condescending tone, "Go and get dressed or we will be late for church."
"I am dressed." I protest as I glance down at my nice shirt and skinny jeans.
"Quinnie," she admonishes as thought speaking to a five year old, "that is hardly appropriate attire for church. Don't you want to look your best for our Lord?"
I turn and stomp up the stairs without another word as I fail to suppress a roll of my eyes.
For our Lord? For her precious churchgoing society friends more like. Maybe I should dye my hair and get my nose pierced, I wonder what her 'friends' would think of that.
I chuckle to myself sardonically as I rifle through my closet in search of a 'church appropriate' dress. As I pull out various items only to replace them moments later I find my mind wandering. I try not to think about it but I can't help but wonder what it is that my mother wants to talk to me about. Did she somehow find out that I am now friends with Rachel? Will she try to stop me seeing her?
As if I would listen. I practically growl at the thought. Still I can't help but feel a pang of fear as I wonder if my mom somehow knows. Did she somehow work it out?
No. I am just letting my imagination get the better of me.
Letting out a resigned sigh I pull on a cheery yellow dress and quickly tame my hair to be church worthy. Carefully putting on some light makeup I stare blankly at my reflection.
This is going to be a long morning.
Rachel's POV
"Daddy that is cheating." I laugh as he blatantly peaks at my Dad's cards whilst he is gone.
"Well if he is just going to leave his cards unattended like that." My Daddy grins cheekily
"Do I have to take my cards with me to the bathroom?" My Dad asks as he re-enters the room.
"You should." My Daddy laughs boisterously. I roll my eyes with an affectionate shake of my head at their antics as I look down at the phone buzzing in my lap. I open up the message on my phone and smile to myself.
From Quinn: Hey xx
One word and I am grinning like an idiot.
To Quinn: Hi Quinn xx
I reply quickly and practically pounce on my phone as her response comes through equally fast.
From Quinn: What are you doing? xx
To Quinn: Playing cards with my Dads, you? xx
From Quinn: Nothing. Can I call you later? xx
To Quinn: Of course. Are you okay? xx
From Quinn: Just want to hear your voice xx
From Quinn: Have fun with your Dads. Talk to you later xx
Okay that was weird.
"Dad, Daddy I need to make a call." I tell them as I start to get up.
"Baby girl you know there are no calls during the game."
"I concede the match." I yell over my shoulder, pressing the number on my speed dial already.
"Must be serious Leroy." I hear my Dad mutter to my Daddy as I head upstairs to my room.
The phone rings a few times before Quinn's voice comes on the line.
"That was fast."
"I forfeited the game." I inform her as I sit down on my bed. "Are you okay?" I ask, concern filling my voice.
"I'm fine." Quinn replies quickly in a completely unconvincing tone.
"Quinn." I sigh at her blatant dishonesty.
"Rachel I'm fine." Quinn says firmly, her annoyance clear.
"Okay well sorry to bother you, I will just go." I reply petulantly, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.
"No," Quinn says quickly before I can hang up. "I'm sorry." She says in a small voice. She lets out a frustrated sigh on the other end of the line. "I just... I'm sorry. Can we just talk? I really do just want to hear your voice right now."
I smile at her soft admission and feel myself automatically soften. I start to tell her about the game with my Dads and my Daddy's cheating ways which immediately gets a chuckle from her. As I am regaling her with the tale of my Dad's failed attempts at making breakfast this morning I suddenly hear a yell in the background on her end.
"Quinn, where are you?"
"I'm in my car." She answers in a quiet voice, sounding a little embarrassed. "I'm in the parking lot of the 7/11."
"Why are you there?" I ask as concern starts to well up inside me again.
"I didn't want to go home." She admits so quietly that I almost miss it.
"Oh honey."
"Don't give me sympathy." Quinn pleads in a broken tone. I feel a stab of pain at the sound of her voice. She sounds so small and lost.
"Okay." I agree softly. "But you can't spend the night in your car Quinn." I admonish.
"It's better than the alternative." Quinn says bitterly.
"Home isn't your only alternative." I tell her softly. When Quinn remains silent I take a breath and continue nervously. "You can come and stay here if you like?"
I hear a soft sniffle on the other end of the line, followed by a shuddering breath.
"I'll be there in ten minutes." Quinn says in a small voice before hanging up.
A/N 2: Aww poor Quinn :-(