A/N 1: Thanks for all of the reviews, favourites and alerts. As I cannot PM you: special thanks to sah, faberrydragon and Kate for your reviews. If there is anyone who I didn't PM to say thanks let me know, it wasn't in purpose. I am SO tired it is insane. First day of training on my new job- left the house at just before 7am and got home at 8:15pm... loooong day and way too much information. And I get to do it all again tomorrow and Friday, yay! Still the people were nice :-) But as I am tired this is not properly proofread so forgive any mistakes.
A/N 2: My wife is amazing, she waited around for me for three hours bored and cold so that I didn't have to walk home alone 3
Rachel's POV
What the hell just happened?
Somehow I went from heatedly making out with Quinn, about to enjoy a spectacular mutual orgasm and then the next moment I have wound up making a date with Finn. A date that I was given zero choice in. I feel myself fume with anger at Finn for just assuming I would go out with him and then I want to fume at Quinn for not even staying to hear me out. I mean she heard that conversation, surely she didn't get that I actually wanted the date from that?
I let out a huff of annoyance at them both and stomp angrily up my stairs to find a suitable outfit for the "date" that will send the appropriate message of "I am really not interested... at all."
As seven o'clock rolls around I stare mournfully at my phone. Quinn hasn't replied to any of my messages all day and has ignored all of my calls. To make matters worse Finn is late. Of course he is. I scowl at the clock when there is finally a knock at the door.
"Hey Rach." Finn beams at me as I open the door. I scowl at him, an afternoon's worth of annoyance ready to overflow any second. "I thought maybe we could go to Breadsticks and maybe catch a movie afterwards. Is that cool?"
As he starts to walk to his truck without even waiting for my response I finally lose patience.
"Finn!" I yell as I stomp my foot in frustration. He turns towards me looking surprised. "I thought you wanted to talk?" I ask a little more calmly.
"Err, well yeah." He mumbles as he awkwardly shuffles his feet.
"Can we just go for a walk?" I suggest, hoping to just get this over with as quickly as possible so that I can go back to moping in my room and trying to get Quinn to speak to me again.
"Umm, okay. If that is what you want."
We start to walk in an uncomfortable silence and I can tell that he is unsubtly trying to hold my hand. I purposely keep my arms firmly by my sides.
"What did you want to talk about Finn?" I ask finally, not being able to stand the silence.
"Well I thought maybe we could go out, like on a date."
"I'm sorry Finn," I say gently, feeling a bit guilty. "But I'm not interested."
"But I thought after Nationals." He ventured hopefully.
"I thought maybe too but I was wrong. I'm sorry Finn, I didn't mean to lead you on. I just don't feel that way for you anymore."
"But we were so good together Rach." He protests sadly.
"I'm sorry Finn. I just don't think that we work together." I confess softly feeling like a first class bitch but I know it is kinder in the long run to tell him the truth now.
"That's not true." He pleads despondently. "I love you Rach."
"I love you too Finn. But just as a friend. I think we have always been better off as friends."
He nods sadly, seeming to finally accept what I am telling him. We walk back to my house in silence and I quickly make my way to the house, not even watching as he gets in his truck and drives away.
I trudge up the stairs to my room, ready to just collapse and maybe have a good cry. As I push open the door tiredly I am surprised to find Quinn lying on my bed. She sits up as I enter the room and stares resolutely at her hands.
"Hi." I venture cautiously.
"Hey." She whispers, her voice thick with emotion. As she glances up at me I can see that her eyes are red as though she has been crying.
"Are you okay?" I ask gently. I desperately want to just wrap my arms around her and hold her tight but I am not sure whether it is still allowed after everything that happened earlier.
"Rach, you're not supposed to care how I am after how I behaved earlier." She shakes her head as she gives me a small, adoring smile. "I'm really sorry Rach, I was an asshole."
I tentatively sit beside her on the bed and take one of her hands in mine. I take it as a good sign when she doesn't pull away.
"I had no right to get mad at you," she gazes at me imploringly. "I mean you and I aren't even..." she trails off and sighs in frustration.
"It's okay." I reassure her gently.
"No it's not!" Quinn protests sounding agitated before taking a calming breath. "Rach, you are my best friend so I shouldn't be selfish about this. All I want is to see you happy so if dating Finn will make you happy, I won't stand in your way." She says earnestly.
"It wasn't a date." I tell her adamantly and she looks at me with a tentatively hopeful expression. "Have you even noticed the time?" I ask as she glances at the clock sheepishly. "Hardly long enough for a date."
"But earlier he said-"
"I know what he said but we have talked and I made it abundantly clear to him that I am not interested in him, in the slightest. As in at all."
"Really?" Quinn breathes a sigh of relief and I can see the tension leave her body.
I smile softly at her as I reach my free hand up to trail through her hair comfortingly.
"So..." I venture carefully. "If you were to be selfish, what would you want?" I watch her face carefully to gauge her reaction to the question. She scrunches up her face slightly in a way that makes her look crazy cute.
"I don't want to be selfish Rachel, not with you."
"But if you were?" I prod insistently.
She stares at me uncertainly for a few minutes as if trying to find some hidden meaning or agenda in my question.
"I don't want you to date Finn." She suddenly blurts out and then blushes slightly.
"Already done." I grin.
"Or anyone else." She adds as she shifts uncomfortably.
"Okay." I agree easily with a sweet smile.
"Okay?" She asks in disbelief.
"Yes. Okay." I confirm. "But you can't date anyone else either."
"Okay." She says, still looking confused.
"We can be friends with benefits who don't date other people." I grin.
"How are you okay with all of this?" She asks anxiously. "I feel like I am asking too much of you."
"Quinn." I sigh softly as I turn to fully face her. "You're not asking anything of me that I don't want to give. And I know you don't have all the answers right now, neither do I. I just know that being with you the way we are at the moment makes me happy. Okay?"
"You're happy with me?" Quinn asks, her face so open and vulnerable that it takes my breath away slightly.
"Very happy." I assure her.
The biggest smile I have ever seen on her lights Quinn's entire face. She is radiating pure happiness and it makes my heart feel light and warm to make her feel this way.
"I'm happy with you too." She smiles sweetly.
We gaze at one another for a few moments, simply drinking in the moment and the truth of each other's words. Neither of us know what we are right now or what it means but we do know that we are in this together.
"Rach?" Quinn whispers as she gazes at me intently, her voice so soft that it barely breaks the quiet of the moment. "Can I kiss you know?"
Rather than give her an answer I simply lean forwards and press my lips to hers and smile as I feel her immediately respond.
Quinn's POV
I smile as I feel Rachel's giggle reverberate against my lips. Last night we shared slow, sensual kisses for hours. The kind of lazy, unhurried kisses that stoke the embers of desire without ever letting it burn out of control. It was sweet and tender in its gentleness.
This morning however my lips seem to have other ideas as playfulness and horniness have taken over. Which is why I have ended up this morning with my hips nestled between Rachel's legs, her top riding up whilst I plant kisses over the soft, supple skin of her exposed stomach.
"Ticklish?" I ask with a grin as she giggles again.
I kiss the sensitive skin again and chuckle at the giggle that vibrates against my mouth. I trail my lips along her lower abdomen, enjoying the exploration of her sweet skin. Suddenly Rachel's hips buck so sharply that it almost throws me off of the bed. Smirking I wrap my arms around Rachel to anchor her and return my lips to the overly sensitive spot on her hip. I moan against her silky skin as she lets out a loud gasp and writhes beneath me.
I think I have found my new favourite place to kiss her. Well other than those insanely kissable lips.
As I nip and kiss her lower stomach her sweet, intoxicating scent surrounds me and fills every fibre of my being. I shift my hips restlessly against the bed as I feel my control rapidly slipping, as seems to always be the case around Rachel.
The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of my Rachel haze and I drag my lips away reluctantly to grab my cell from her bedside table.
"You're not going to ignore that?" Rachel asks incredulously.
"It's Santana." I grumble. "If I don't answer she will just keep calling and then kick my ass later for making her wait."
"Your ringtone is 'Bitch'?"Rachel chuckles.
"Can you think of anything more fitting?" I grin as I accept the call.
"Hey San." I greet as neutrally as possible and try to focus on what she is saying rather than the warm, soft body beneath me.
Rachel's POV
I can't help but grin wickedly at the position that Quinn is currently in. I had expected her to move but instead she has stayed resting lightly above me. As her focus is currently on her conversation with Santana I decide to have some fun with the current situation.
Running my hands up under her shirt I smirk as her words falter for a moment as my fingers dance over her sides and toned stomach. I grin mischievously as I move my hands up to cup her breasts, my thumbs sneakily stroking over her already hard nipples. A small whimper escapes her throat which she quickly covers with a cough. Quinn looks down at me with a wide eyed, surprised expression as her face flushes with arousal. As our gazes meet I bite my lip to try to contain my smile. I look up at her from under my lashes and hold her gaze seductively as I raise my leg and very purposely brush my thigh against her centre.
I giggle to myself as Quinn hurriedly makes excuses to get off the phone and throws it haphazardly away, not even looking at where she has thrown it.
"Miss Berry you are a wicked, wicked woman." Quinn purrs as she pushes me down into the bed, settling her weight firmly against my own.
"You love it." My chuckle quickly turns into a moan as her lips attach roughly to my neck and she kisses the tender skin greedily. As her hips rock into mine feverishly my hands begin to tug insistently at her shirt. I let out a gasp as Quinn sits up, her hips never leaving mine as she pulls her shirt off and throws it behind her.
Oh... My...God... am I drooling? Quinn Fabray is half naked and lying on top of me. I think I just forgot how to breathe, or you know how to function beyond "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."
As Quinn looks down at me with her darkened eyes, mussed hair and swollen lips I feel my mouth go dry as every drop of moisture in my body migrates south. Her eyes burn into mine so intensely it looks as though she wants to devour me.
Oh God maybe she does, and I would let her.
I push myself up and slowly, deliberately remove my top before discarding it in a similar direction to Quinn's top and phone. I feel a flutter of anxiety as Quinn's eyes travel down my body, suddenly feeling exposed.
"You are so beautiful Rachel." Quinn whispers in an awed tone as her eyes trail back up to meet mine. She smiles softly as she leans down and presses our bodies together as her lips capture mine. We both moan into the kiss at the feel of skin against skin. The feel of her bare breasts against my own is overwhelming. It is the most sublime, heavenly feeling I have ever felt.
"Oh God." I moan as her soft skin moves against my torso. I move my hands down to Quinn's perfect butt and pull her hips against mine desperately.
"Rach." Quinn gasps as our hips connect in a sweet friction as my thigh presses into her warm heat. She pulls back for a moment, gasping as I continue to pull her hips down against me.
"Please Quinn." I don't even care that I am literally begging right now. I need Quinn, I need her. "I need you." I gaze into her beautiful eyes as she searches my face closely. I hope she can see the intensity of my need in this moment, how much I want her.
With a small nod Quinn leans down and meets my lips with a searing kiss. We both pour all of our desire and need into the kiss as our tongues duel hungrily and our hips rock against each other in a rhythm all of their own. I can feel Quinn's wetness through her shorts against my thigh which only seems to add fuel to the already raging fire within me. I move my hands from her perfect behind and graze them up over her stomach to her breasts.
"Oh God Rachel." Quinn moans loudly as I caress and pinch her nipples. "I'm so close." She pants as she drops her head down to rest on my shoulder.
Quinn's breathy words in that husky tone make me lose the last threads of control I still had and I rock up into her relentlessly. My heart is pounding in my ears, I can feel it pulsing throughout my body. I feel my stomach tighten and coil as I teeter on the brink. Quinn lets out a guttural moan as she cries out against my shoulder, her body shuddering and jerking erratically against me. That is all it takes to send me flying over the edge. Bright lights fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
As the world comes back into focus Quinn and I are still clutching onto one another, both panting heavily as we struggle to regain our breath. Quinn lifts her head and gazes down at me as she gently brushes my hair from my forehead. She softly presses her lips to mine in a sweet, tender kiss and then rests her forehead against mine.
"Wow." She grins.
"Yeah." I agree with a beaming grin that is sure to break my face. My usual extensive vocabulary appears to have left me for the moment but I can't find it in myself to care.
Quinn lets out a content sigh as she rolls off of me and lays on her back, pulling me gently into her arms. I lay my head on her shoulder as I rest my hand on her stomach, absently stroking the soft skin beneath my fingertips.
"Mmm Rach. If you keep doing that then we will never get out of bed." Quinn warns me teasingly.
"Was that supposed to deter me? If that was your intention then I think it only fair to tell you that it had the opposite of the desired effect." I grin cheekily as I purposely trail my hand up higher. Quinn chuckles beneath me, the sound reverberating against my ear as she reaches down to hold my hand, effectively halting its journey.
"Hmm," Quinn hums contently. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day my little temptress." She grins, "I fear Santana would kill us both if we stand her up."
"What?"
Is my brain still broken from the amazing orgasm or did that not make sense?
"When she called before she was inviting us to go shopping with her and Britt." Quinn explains to my slow moving mind.
"Us?" I ask dumbly. "As in you and me?"
Wow, way to sound dumber than Finn.
"No me and Boris the overnight janitor." Quinn giggles. "Of course you and me."
I just stare at Quinn with my mouth hanging open, the surprise and apprehension probably written all over my face.
"But... why? I mean Santana doesn't even like me."
"Santana doesn't like anyone." Quinn shrugs.
"That... doesn't actually help."
"Look Rach," Quinn sighs. "San is... well she is San." Quinn tries to explain.
Oh right, thanks for that. Clear as mud.
"She is a bitch to everyone but it is only to keep people at arm's length." Quinn continues thoughtfully. "She would rather people hate the bitchy front that she puts up than let them really see her and have them still dislike her."
"You sound like you know a lot about that?"
"Santana and I are more alike than either of us care to admit." Quinn chuckles derisively. Her face has that look again where she seems soft and vulnerable and I realise that she has just told me a lot more than those simple words.
"So what time are we going?" I ask, sensing Quinn's need for a change in subject which earns me a small, appreciative smile.
"We are supposed to meet them at the mall in," she pauses to glance at my alarm clock and sits up abruptly, almost sending me flying off the bed. "Crap! We were supposed to meet them in half an hour!"
I stare bewilderedly at Quinn as she immediately starts tearing around my room muttering about where her phone is and about clothes before jumping off of the bed and joining her in her frenzy.
A/N 3: So am I forgiven for the previous chapter?