A/N 1: Thanks for all the reviews, favourites and alerts :-) Thanks to the anon for the ah maze ing review :p and to Q for your review as well
A/N 2: I had a job interview today and got it. I have to do training 7:30 am til 7:00 pm though :-/ I am going to be SO tired but wish me luck :-)
Rachel's POV
Ugh why does light have to exist.
I let out a small grumble as I open my eyes and move to stretch sleepily. It is then that I realise that I am being held in place by an arm around my waist as a soft, warm body spoons me from behind. Suddenly images of yesterday flash through my mind and I feel my body automatically growing warm at the memory of kisses and soft, toned skin.
"Good morning." Quinn murmurs huskily in my ear. The soft breath caresses my ear and causes me to shiver as goosebumps erupt over my skin.
"Good morning." I reply uncertainly as I will my heart to stop fluttering so erratically in my chest. Bracing myself for another morning of 'morning after' awkwardness I turn to face Quinn and the sight before me almost completely takes my breath away. Quinn's hair is mussed up, her eyes still sleepy and she is smiling softly at me. Without thinking about it I grab my phone and take a picture of her. As I put my phone back down and she shoots me a curious and amused look.
"That wasn't at all creepy Munchkin." She teased lightly.
"You look really beautiful." I shrug and I feel my face flush as Quinn smiles bashfully.
We lay looking at each other for a few moments and I try to read what is in her expression at the moment. Her face looks soft and relaxed, devoid of the awkwardness of our previous morning encounters. She watches me silently for a moment and gently tucks my hair behind my ear as she leans forward to close the gap between us and brush her lips softly against mine in a chaste kiss. She pulls back after a few blissful moments and I smile widely at her, knowing that the expression on my face right now must be beyond goofy.
"I thought it might ease any morning after awkwardness." She explains, not that I was questioning the kiss. As far as I am concerned Quinn Fabray can kiss me whenever, no questions asked.
"Oh." Is all I can manage to say whilst my mind is still so foggy.
"Did it work?" She asks with a raise of her eyebrows.
"I'm not sure," I smile deviously at her, "Maybe you should kiss me again to make sure."
Happily for me Quinn obliges eagerly.
Quinn's POV
I wrap my arms around Rachel from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder as she makes us breakfast. Although I suppose it would be more like lunch now after we spent the best part of this morning kissing. It is like a dam has been broken, now that I have kissed Rachel I can't seem to stop. And now that I know that I can touch her and hold her I don't seem to want to do anything else.
As corny as it sounds this morning has been like a dream. Spending the morning with my lips against Rachel's and with hands gently wandering is definitely my new favourite way to spend a morning. We had by mutual silent agreement kept things from ever getting too out of hand. After the intensity of last night our hands had kept to reasonably chaste places and we had taken a breather anytime that our kisses were becoming too heated. Still despite our best efforts my body has still ended up feeling tight with need for Rachel's.
Rachel turns in my arms and smiles up at me as she loops her arms around my neck. I lean forwards and capture her lips easily with my own. I grin into the kiss as I slide my hands sneakily down from her waist to that incredible ass of hers. Rachel moans against my lips and I feel the embers of lust that have been burning steadily all morning in my abdomen suddenly burst into flames. I push her back against the kitchen counter and deepen the kiss as my tongue caresses urgently over hers. My hands are halfway up her shirt before I realise what I am doing and quickly drop my hands and pull my head back abruptly.
"Sorry." I pant breathlessly.
Rachel drops her forehead against mine as she lets out a groan of frustration. My hands trail up and down her sides and then back around to squeeze her impeccable ass of their own accord.
"It's lucky your Dads aren't home today," I chuckle self-depreciatingly, "I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." I say as I squeeze her ass to accentuate my point.
"Horn dog." She teases as she brushes her lips over mine.
"Says the girl who offered to be my fuck buddy." I tease right back with a smirk as I happily return her kisses.
"I prefer the term," She says between soft kisses, "friends with benefits. And besides," She grins at me seductively as she leans her body into mine and whispers huskily into my ear, "The other term would require you to actually fuck me Fabray."
"Unngh." I groan as my hips buck against Rachel involuntarily. "Rach." I whisper pleadingly.
"Mmm?" She teases playfully as she nips at my throat.
"You drive me crazy." I growl as I desperately try to regain control of my wandering hands and erratic heartbeat.
"Then my plan is working." She smiles against my skin as her hands sneak up under my shirt and lightly tease my sides, making the sensitive skin jump against her gentle caress.
"You're an evil woman Berry." I groan as her fingers dance magic over me.
"If only you would let me show you just how evil I can be." She teases as her soft, full lips connect again with my own.
Rachel's POV
"Quinn, you know I hate horror movies." I pout as we argue over which DVD to watch until my Dads get home.
"It is what I want to watch and it is my turn to choose." She gives me a smug grin.
"But-" I try to protest.
"No buts." She scolds teasingly. "Except maybe this one." She smirks as she grabs my ass and gives it a squeeze.
I am fairly sure that the girl is obsessed with my posterior.
"Come on Rach, I sat through that musical the other day." She reminds me.
"That was a classic!" I protest indignantly.
"So is this." She countered.
"I hardly think you can compare the two." I scoff haughtily.
"You're not scared are you Munchkin?" She asks with a teasing twinkle of mirth in her eyes. I try not to get distracted by her eyes sparkling at me or at just how pretty she looks when she is relaxed and playful like this.
"Of course not." I grumble as I cross my arms defensively.
"Rach, it is the middle of the day." She reminds me as she obviously fights a laugh.
"I'm not scared!" I protest adamantly.
"Great!" She beams, "Then you won't mind watching it."
I give her a horrified look and she laughs softly.
"Don't worry, I will protect you." She promises sweetly as she wraps her arms around me.
"I'm not scared." I protest again, this time without any real conviction.
"Well then will you let me cuddle you just because it makes me feel better?" She asks with a cute little pout.
"I suppose," I shrug, "If it makes you feel less scared."
Quinn grins at me giddily and places a soft kiss on my lips before pulling me to the sofa and cuddling into me.
Rachel's POV
Okay I will admit it, I was lying before when I said that I wasn't scared. So far I have spent the entire movie with my face buried in Quinn's neck. To be fair the position I have ended up in on Quinn's lap is giving me a new appreciation of horror movies. She can watch all the bloody, gorey, slasher movies she likes if I can spend them like this.
I breathe in Quinn's scent and start to feel a familiar longing build up in the pit of my stomach. I press my lips against Quinn's neck and begin to kiss and tease the smooth skin of her pale throat lightly. As Quinn begins to squirm beneath me I smile against her porcelain skin and increase my efforts. I kiss my way up to her ear and lick slowly around her earlobe before lightly blowing over it. I brush my lips teasingly over her ear causing Quinn to shiver beneath me and then move around to tease the soft spot just behind her ear. As Quinn lets out a small whimper I grin to myself knowing that I have almost have her. As I continue kissing her I reach my hand back to cup her neck and softly stroke the fine hairs there.
Suddenly Quinn lets out a playful growl and I find myself suddenly on my back with Quinn's weight lightly pushing me into the sofa. Her lips latch hungrily onto mine and swallow my moans of approval at our sudden change in positions and how her hands are currently massaging and squeezing my thighs.
"Mmm, I love these skirts." Quinn mumbles huskily against my lips as her hands move up to squeeze my ass.
Yes, she is definitely obsessed. I let out a moan as she squeezes again. Not that I am complaining.
Her lips trail down to graze over my neck as her hips rock down into mine. My hands fly up to group in her hair, the silken strands like heaven between my finger tips. I lightly scratch the back of her neck again and gasp as her thigh rocks deliciously against me in response. I pant hot breaths against her ear as my hips eagerly meet hers. Quinn moans loudly and grips my hips to try to still our movements.
"Rach." She gasps as I writhe desperately in search of friction.
"Don't stop." I plead breathlessly. "Oh God please don't stop." I run my hands down and grab her butt, urgently pulling her hips against me. Quinn growls throatily against my neck and rocks her hips into me again. Our movements became more urgent and less controlled as need radiates between us. I am so close that my body is on fire as my blood rushes through me. By the soft grunts and moans that Quinn is making in my ear I can tell that she is close too. We both need this, I have never needed anything more.
Quinn's POV
I have never been more turned on in my entire life, never felt such need rush through me. This want, this desire for Rachel is intoxicating. When she had literally begged me not to stop, her own voice thick with arousal it had brought out something primal in me, something animalistic. All thoughts had ceased and all there is now are the sensations flowing through me. It is pure bliss. The feel of Rachel, every soft sound and moan she makes. It is quite simply heaven and I know that I will be addicted to this feeling from now on. I will be addicted to her.
I feel the tightening of my abdomen as I fly rapidly towards the edge, I am so close now that the desperation and need is intense. My hips move vigorously against Rachel as they lose all sense of rhythm as I feel the beginnings of my impending orgasm. I can almost feel the relief already.
I freeze all movement as I hear a knock at the door. Rachel whimpers in protest and lets out a cry of "No!" as she rocks desperately up against me to try to re-establish the delicious friction of moments before.
"Please Quinn," she pleads desperately, "just another few seconds. I am so close!" She pants.
"The door." I say dumbly, trying in vain to clear the fog from my mind.
"They can wait." She insists as her hands tug desperately at my hips. She presses her lips hungrily against mine and just as I begin to respond with enthusiasm there is another knock.
"Damn it!" I mutter as I pull back. Rachel lets out a small sob of frustration.
"Whoever that is," she grumbles as she moves from under me and sits up. "Is dead!" She growls as she stands up and smoothes down her hair and clothes.
As Rachel makes her way to the front door I sit up and comb my hands through my hair in an attempt to tame it. My heart is still racing, the lust haze slowly fading. It only takes one word, or more accurately one name for the world to suddenly crash fully back into focus.
"Finn!" I hear Rachel exclaim in surprise as she opens the door.
"Hey Rach." I hear Finn's voice greet and I can just imagine the dopey look on his face that he thinks girls find charming. "I just wanted to say sorry for the things that I said yesterday. Your being friends with Quinn won't be a problem for us."
"Finn." Rachel starts but gets cut off as Finn continues to prattle on at her.
"I thought maybe now we could talk about things?" He asked and I could hear the hopefulness in his tone. I knew that tone well and knew exactly what dumbass expression would be on his face. I felt a huge surge of annoyance towards him and not just because he has interrupted Rachel and I, again.
"Now isn't a good time." Rachel said, her voice tense.
"Oh. Well maybe later then?"
"Err, sure." Rachel replies distractedly.
"Great! I'll pick you up at seven, see you later." He says happily and a moment later I hear the front door open and close again.
By the time Rachel returns to the living room my blood is well and truly boiling. I don't even take in her look of shock and confusion as I am too blinded by a sudden all consuming rage. Every ounce of desire that I had been feeling moments before has now morphed to fuel my irrational anger.
Rachel's confused eyes meet mine and widen as they take in the furious expression on my face.
"Quinn?" She asked in a small, concerned voice.
"I should go."
Before I do or say something that I regret.
I try to reel in my intense anger as it vibrates through me. I stand abruptly and brush past Rachel harshly.
"Quinn." Rachel pleads softly, her expressive eyes begging me to calm down and be rational for a moment.
"No its fine Rachel. It will give you plenty of time to get ready for your date." I spit angrily.
Rachel reaches for me as I pass her but I shake her off and storm out of the house, slamming the door behind me without so much as a goodbye.
A/N 3: Uh oh... don't hate me.