A/N 1: Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favs. Appreciated SO much, especially after such long days. Special thanks to truc for your review :-)
A/N 2: Everyone watched Dianna's video singing along to the music box? Just when I thought I couldn't love her more. Could she be any cuter? Seriously! And her voice was amazing in it!
Quinn's POV
"Hey Q, do you know what happens to bitches that keep me waiting?" Santana yells out across the parking lot in lieu of an actual greeting.
"And hello to you too San," I laugh, "Hey Britt." I grin widely at my fellow blonde.
"Hey Quinn, hi Rach." Brittany greets us excitedly as she hugs me and then turns to envelope Rachel in a bone crushing, enthusiastic Britt-hug.
"Finally managed to stop doing Berry long enough to leave the house huh?" Santana murmurs quietly so that only I can hear.
"What?" I squeak a little too loudly as Santana smirks knowingly at me.
"Bitch please! Are you really trying to tell me that you're not tapping that yet?" She raises an eyebrow in disbelief and then looks over at Rachel who Brittany has finally released. "If you are not then you have the restraint of a nun."
I'm not sure I like the look Santana is giving Rachel right now, she looks far too... appreciative.
"Hey Berry, you look hot." Santana leers as Rachel and Brittany join us.
"Umm, thank you Santana." Rachel smiles uncertainly.
"San is right, you look super hot today Rach." Brittany nods enthusiastically to emphasise her point.
I bite my lip to try to contain my smile. Rachel really does look exceptional today and she has no idea which only serves to make her sexier somehow.
Mmm, how can a simple tank top with denim shorts look so insanely hot?
Denim shorts on Rachel are definitely a double whammy. The denim is plastered to her ass in a way that only emphasises its perfection and the shorts aspect just show off those crazy, sexy legs of hers.
I quickly tear my gaze away from their toned flawlessness to avoid getting caught staring only for my eyes to betray me moments later by travelling back to her.
"So, umm... where do you guys want to go?" Rachel asks nervously as we walk towards the mall. Sensing her anxiety at hanging out with Santana and Brittany again I reach over and grab her hand, swinging it between us easily and smile as Rachel visibly relaxes.
"We figured we will just go wherever, no planning. That okay with you Berry?" Santana asks with a pointed look that says that this is a test.
"Sure." Rachel smiles with an easy shrug. Judging by Santana's smile and impressed expression Rachel's response has landed well.
I let out a little breath of relief. It looks as though today will go well after all.
Rachel's POV
The first and even second time that it happened I thought nothing of it. But by the third time I started to cotton on, especially when I caught their expressions. Subtlety really isn't the trinity's forte. When it happens a fourth time I decide to have a little fun with it.
"Crap" Berry could you grab that for me please?" Santana asks sweetly, as though her being nice weren't a dead giveaway that she was up to something. I cut a glance to her as she juggled the items in her arms and then looked down at the item she had just "accidentally" dropped on the floor.
"Of course Santana." I smile innocently as if clueless.
I bend down slowly, being sure to give my ass a deliberate sway on the way down. I glance back to predictably find three sets of eyes glued to my behind. I smirk and force myself to hold in a laugh at their expressions as I take my sweet time to stand back up.
"Here you go." I bat my eyes innocently as I hand Santana back the clothes she had dropped.
"Thanks Berry, really." She leers as if I don't know exactly what she just did.
I roll my eyes and glance over at Quinn and could barely contain the urge to giggle at the sight of her flushed face and vacant expression.
As we continue to walk around the shop I repeatedly catch Quinn's gaze lingering over my body in a way that makes me feel warm all over. When Brittany picks out a dress that she insists that I try on I spot my opportunity.
"Quinn, could you come and lend me a hand?" I ask, trying my best to sound innocent.
"I'll lend you a hand Berry." Santana offers suggestively and I fight a smile at the way Quinn frowns at her.
"I'll come." Quinn says quickly and then flushes as she realises the slight double entendre.
"Great." I grin as I grab her hand and pull her towards the changing rooms with me.
Quinn's POV
As Rachel drags me along I shoot a glare over my shoulder at Santana as she simply smirks back. I know that she was just trying to get a rise out of me, it is her favourite sport after all. But there is no way that I am risking letting Santana be alone with Rachel in a changing room, especially with how insanely hot Rachel is being today.
God she just has no idea what she is doing to us.
"Oops." Rachel says with obvious faux-innocence as she slowly bends over to pick up the top she just dropped. She looks up at me with sultry eyes as she shoots me a knowing smirk.
Ok so perhaps she does know.
I feel my face flush as I realise that not only had we been obvious all morning but that I had very obviously been caught in my ogling.
My eyes trail over Rachel's ass appreciatively and hear her giggle as I clench my hands into fists to try to keep them at my sides.
"See something you like?" Rachel grins as she stands up and throws a flirty look over her shoulder.
Oh yeah, she definitely knows.
I grin at Rachel as I bite my lip. I really love flirty Rachel. This naughty, cheeky side of her is insanely sexy and irresistible.
Losing all restraint I step forwards and grab her waist, pulling her ass against my hips.
"Mmm," I purr into her ear. "Definitely."
I lift a hand to gently brush her hair to one side and place soft kisses against her neck and shoulder. I smile at the gasp she emits as I suck gently on her smooth, sensitive skin. My hands massage her hips eagerly as I pull her back against me rhythmically.
Oh dear God I am practically humping her ass, when did I become such a horn dog? Oh that's right, the moment my lips met hers for the first time.
My hands slip under Rachel's shirt and dance teasingly over her stomach and up to cup her breasts.
"Quinn." Rachel gasps as she rocks back into me. God I love hearing her say my name like that, the breathless tone only serves to fuel my mounting need.
I turn Rachel in my arms and push her up against the wall in one swift movement. My lips meet hers in an eager, urgent kiss as our bodies immediately rock and bump against each other in a desperate attempt at finding some friction.
"We shouldn't do this here." Rachel pants out between heated kisses.
I pull back long enough to give her a questioning look.
"You know Santana, she will probably be banging on that door any minute." Rachel says, far too rational for my hormone filled mind.
"Santana can bite me." I growl as I lean in and press hot, hungry kisses against her throat.
"I'd rather the only biting involving you is with me." I feel Rachel chuckle against my ravenous lips. I smirk against her neck and bite down, sucking hard.
"Fuck me!" Rachel groans as her hands fly into my hair, grasping me tightly.
"That is exactly what I am trying to do." I purr as I lift one of her legs and wrap it around my waist to allow my hips to press closer to hers. "God I want you." I pant between open mouthed kisses against her shoulder as I trail my way down to her chest. I kiss and lick all of the available skin I can find there and when that isn't enough I start to tug urgently on her clothes, desperate for more. Rachel reaches down and covers my sneaky hands with her own to halt them. I raise my head to look at her and immediately wish that I hadn't. Her hair is sexily mussed and her eyes are practically black with desire, the ache in me is almost painful with need at the sight of her.
"We have to stop." Rachel pants breathlessly as she drops her forehead against mine.
I simply grunt my disapproval of her halting our very pleasurable activities.
"You know I am right." She admonishes me lightly with an affectionate smile.
"Hmph." I grumble.
"You know if you're a good girl," Rachel practically purrs as she steps into me, trailing a hand over my chest enticingly, "You might just get rewarded for it."
"How?" I ask eagerly, suddenly perking up.
"Well if you are good and patient now, when we get back to mine you can have me." She smiles seductively as she leans in to whisper in my ear. "All of me."
"All of..." I trail off as my eyes go wide at the implication and my brain immediately ceases to function.
"All of me. Completely naked." She whispers huskily and I feel my body tremble slightly. I hear a whimper in response to her words and only vaguely realise that it has come from me.
Immediately I pull away from Rachel and turn to unlock the door but Rachel reaches out to stop me.
"Where are you going?"
"To tell San and Britt that we are going home." I tell her in a 'well duh' tone of voice.
"Quinn." Rachel laughs as she pulls me into her and wraps her arms around my neck. "Part of the deal is that you show some patience."
"I am. The patience to wait the ten minutes it will take to get back to yours rather than just taking you right here."
"My house is more like twenty minutes from here."
"Only if you stick to speed limits." I grin roguishly.
"Quinn!" Rachel admonishes playfully. "We are not going to break speeding laws. Nor, might I add, are we ditching our friends just because we are both seemingly hormone crazed teenagers."
"Fine." I pout. "But you better be really naked later."
"Mmm, the nakedest." Rachel promises as she brushes her lips over mine and lightly scratches the back of my neck.
Oh God, she knows what that does to me.
"The only thing I plan to be wearing later is you." Rachel purrs as her smouldering eyes gaze into mine.
Oh holy crap.
This is going to be the longest shopping trip of my life.
Rachel's POV
Every time I glance at Quinn I can feel my desire flare up. I am beginning to think that I should have just let her tell Santana and Brittany that we were leaving. That or just let her take me there in the changing rooms.
If we had left when Quinn wanted to we would be home by now. I could have her naked and writhing, moaning my name.
Oh God. I almost moan out loud at the sudden onslaught of very erotic images that fill my mind.
I take a deep breath to try to calm myself down. I need to stop thinking about it. These thoughts are making it nearly impossible to follow anything that the others are talking about. I try to resist looking in Quinn's direction but my eyes seem to have other ideas as they wander to caress over her toned figure. As my gaze lingers on her the very naked thoughts immediately rush through my mind again. I trail my eyes up over her sexy thighs that I want wrapped around me, over her toned abs and breasts that I want my mouth on and then up to her eyes which are gazing at me with a burning intensity. I let out a small gasp at the intense desire that I can feel coming off of her in waves. As her gaze holds mine I think that I now truly understand the term 'eye fucking' and apparently Quinn is an expert at it. I feel myself flush under the intensity of her stare as my panties literally flood and my whole body hums with arousal.
"Oh my God!" I suddenly exclaim, amazed by the almost normal tone of voice that I have achieved. "Is that the time already? I have to go! Quinn could you drive me home?" I ask, giving her a very pointed look.
"Err... yeah." Quinn manages to get out awkwardly.
"Oh." Brittany pouts sadly.
"We'll do this again." I promise quickly, not wanting Brittany to be sad.
"Yay!" She claps happily. "This was super fun, wasn't it San?" She gazes at Santana expectantly who rolls her eyes.
"It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be." She concedes reluctantly. From Santana that is high praise indeed.
Quinn and I rush through our goodbyes with Santana and Brittany and then I am suddenly being pulled through the mall and to Quinn's car as she practically sprints there.
"Quinn?" I pant feeling slightly out of breath as I buckle my seatbelt.
"Mmm?" She mumbles distractedly.
"About those speed limits? I'm thinking we can break a few."
Quinn grin over at me sexily and revs the engine in agreement.
A/N 3: Drive Quinn, drive! Pedal to the metal girly :-p