Part 10

I don't even see which movie I fumble into the DVD player. I honestly don't think I took my eyes off of Quinn, afraid that she would change her mind if I did, but she just keeps looking back at me with a shy smile playing on her lips and amusement in her eyes, at my scrambling with the remote.

"Eager much?" she smirks.

"Yes." I answer truthfully. "Honestly, Quinn? It's been quite a while since I've enjoyed kissing someone as much as I enjoyed kissing you earlier. Add to that the fact that you know my biggest secret and haven't run screaming for the hills, has me very eager to make out with you again. It's a refreshing change not to have to hold back or hide a big part of who I am."

"I thought you said that you were average?" That smirk of hers, coupled with an innocent looking tilt of her head is driving me crazy over here.

I take a calming breath as I near my bed. "You've seen it, Quinn." I return her smirk. "It's not exactly bigger than a bread bin, but I have heard that it's not the size that counts but what you do with it."

She snorts at that.

I lift my knee onto the bed as she scoots back a little, but I stop when I feel the painful pull of spandex slipping into an unpleasant area. Reaching down to adjust myself in my shorts, I watch as Quinn's brows furrow.

"Are you still feeling pain?" My face heats at her concern and I think my heart just gave a funny flutter.

I shake my head. "Spanks are just a touch uncomfortable at the moment."

"You wear them to bed?" She seems horrified by the thought, though she had been a cheerleader who was made to wear their uniform constantly while at school, so I guess she has reason to be horrified. "I can understand you wearing them at school because of the short skirts and all, but why did you put them back on after your shower?"

I had put my spanks on before Quinn had asked to see, and then touch; my junk because I thought that it would be easier for her if my wang wasn't flopping about in my boxers. Ha! I love that. Wang. It's an amusing word referencing the male genitalia and I wonder momentarily to the origin. And then I remember that Quinn is lying on my bed, waiting to make out.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Take them off."

My eyes widen.

"Come on, Rachel." She rolls her eyes at me but she's still grinning. "It's not as though I haven't seen it before."

"But you want me to put my boxers on, right?" I'm just asking for clarification. I don't know if I can handle making out with the gorgeous girl stretched out before me without having to think of Barbra, and that's with spanks and pyjamas on. If she wants me to do this, sans bottoms, I'll be sporting an erection within seconds. Hell, I already have a squashed semi as it is.

She stares at me for a little while and then shakes her head. "Did you seriously just ask me that?"

"I'm sorry if I've crossed a line with you, Quinn. I'm more than a little trepidatious with our whole situation, and I'm unsure as to what you want of me." I stand up and cross my arms nervously over my chest. "I don't want to stop, but I don't want to push you too far either, so I'm really just going along with whatever you want."

She slides herself to the edge of the bed and pulls herself up into a sitting position. "I don't want to do anything that you're not ready for either, Rachel. You need to say something if I'm confusing you, or if I'd like to try something that you don't want to." She reaches out and curls her hands around my thighs, tugging me towards her. "Right now, all I'd like is to be able to kiss you whilst you're on top of me, but I want you to be comfortable first. Take off the spanks and wear what you normally wear for bed."

Holy moly! Quinn Fabray wants me to be the top. She's stretching the elastic waistband of my pyjamas between her fingers, seemingly waiting for my permission, which I give by nodding my head, before she pushes the cotton fabric over my hips and down over my thighs.

"Catch up, Rache." She chuckles softly. "Or do you want me to do this for you?" There's a sparkle of humour and mischief in her pretty eyes.

I stretch over towards my dresser and pull out my favourite pair of boxers, careful not to stumble and fall onto my face. Quinn's hands are on my ass, supporting me, and she's laughing at my awkward reach, but I really didn't want to move away from her. I drop my boxers into her lap. "Well, you have already seen it, Quinn, you may as well continue with what you were doing." I smirk back at her.

She rolls her eyes at me, but I don't think that she's really complaining about helping me change into something a little more comfortable.

My spanks are extra tight, they have to be to hide my dick whilst I'm wearing my skirts, and Quinn is struggling to pull them down, but when she does, I see the blush colour her cheeks when she finds herself eye level with my penis.

She licks her lips. Fuck me. She actually lips her lips before pushing my spankies down my legs and off of my feet when I lift each one in turn. She turns her head now, focusing on the alarm clock on my bedside table as she helps me pull on my boxers. I'm wondering if I've gone a little too far, but she doesn't say anything.

She's fingering the soft cotton of my form fitting, pale blue boxers when she finally looks back up at me. "I like these." She swallows visibly. Her warm fingers trace over the leg of my underwear and on to the sensitive skin of my thigh. "They're almost as soft as your skin." She breathes as her eyes focus intently on mine.

I take in a deep shuddery breath. "Shall I put my pants back on?"

She shakes her head and grabs at my pyjama vest, pulling me down to her. "Let's just be kissing, now."

I almost crash into her but I manage to steady myself at the last second by planting my knee on one side of her hips. I cup her cheeks, tilting her head up to me and press my lips to hers. It's just us, pressing against each other until we both take a breath at the same time and slant our lips closer together. I go left and she goes right, her bottom lip slides between mine and suddenly we're in motion.

I push her back into my bed as she fists her hands into my vest, pulling me down on top of her. We scramble about, not stopping kissing for even a second, until Quinn is no longer draped painfully over the edge of the bed and is now lying amongst the pillows. I take a breath through my nose, sucking her lower lip into my mouth. She gasps and then moans, letting me suckle for a few moments before she becomes more aggressive. Her hands are in my hair, tugging at me, encouraging me as she slips her tongue between my lips. She parts her legs and I slide between them.

"Girls?"

Shit! We jump apart until we're at opposite sides of my bed.

"Yeah?" I blush when I realise that he could've walked in on us because I hadn't shut the door fully. "You can come in, daddy."

He nudges at my door with his foot and walks in holding three cups of hot chocolate in his hands. He is so busy concentrating on not spilling our drinks that, thankfully, he fails to notice my flushed appearance and Quinn's scowl.

Just as my daddy looks up at us, Quinn slams a pillow into my lap.

"I hope you guys want marshmallows." He grins at Quinn because he knows that I would never turn down marshmallow in my hot chocolate.

Quinn forces a smile onto her face. It looks a little too excited for what the situation warrants but I certainly wasn't about to suggest that she take a few acting classes with me at some point. "Marshmallow sounds good, Mr Berry."

"Oh, call me Leroy." I think my daddy is blushing. "No one calls me Mr Berry, that's my husband."

Quinn's smile becomes genuine and she nods her head as she accepts the large mug handed to her. She takes a long sip and moans at the taste. Damn, did my pillow just move? My daddy makes his hot chocolate from scratch and it's good, but not good enough to deserve a moan like that. I blink at her and she's smirking. She knows what she's doing to me. Crap! I think I'm in big trouble where Quinn's concerned.

We both tear our eyes away from each other and look over towards my daddy. He's standing to the side of the bed, giving my TV a puzzled look.

"You decided not to watch Funny Girl?"

I look to the TV.

"I don't think I've seen this yet." Daddy sips at his drink and leans his hip against my bed post. "She's the Man, right? With one of those Nickelodeon kids that you used to watch?"

I nod when he looks at me for a reply.

She's the Man? Really? I can feel the bed move besides me and when I look to my right, I can see that Quinn is trying to stifle her laughter. Ha! Ha! Very funny. Why hadn't I looked at the case before slipping in a DVD? Oh yeah, that's right. We weren't going to watch the movie anyway.

My daddy takes another sip of his hot chocolate, his warm brown eyes focusing once again on the TV.

I blink widely, wondering if he's decided to watch the movie with us without saying anything. I wriggle around until I'm leaning against the headboard, the pillow still hiding my deflating hard-on and I don't know if I should be angry that he's still in the room, or grateful that his presence is causing me to lose wood. If I continued to make-out with Quinn for much longer, especially with how in to it she got, I'm afraid that I would've ended up having to change my boxers, or leaving to go sort myself out in the bathroom again.

I look to my right and Quinn is scowling at my daddy again. She mouths the words 'do something' at me and I clear my throat.

My daddy turns to look at me as I give him my version of a 'what the fuck?' face.

"Oh!" Daddy's eyes widen. "I'm sorry, girls. You two probably want to talk and braid each other's hair, and while I'm normally up for a little girl talk, it's getting late and Hiram will be waiting up for me." He smiles widely at us. "I'll take my drink and leave you both to your movie. Goodnight both."

"Goodnight, daddy." I return his smile and kiss his cheek when he leans down to me.

"Goodnight, Mr ... Leroy."

"Sweet dreams, girls." He says as he walks across my room and shuts the door behind him.

I'm tempted to get up and lock my bedroom door, so I hand Quinn my mug, move the pillow from my lap and dash across the room. I twist the lock and turn around to give Quinn a wide eyed look. That was close.

She's smirking again, but she isn't looking at my face. "While it's still not bigger than a bread box, it's definitely bigger than it was earlier." She's arching a brow when she lifts her eyes to meet mine. "Lord, Rachel, you're as bad as Finn."

Oh no she didn't just say that. I place my hands on my hips and huff my displeasure at being likened to our ex. "I most certainly am not, Quinn Fabray." I'm not pouting. I refuse to pout at her insult. "I do not go running from the room muttering 'mailman' when we kiss." I swing my hair over one shoulder as I look at her.

She giggles. "Barbra Streisand, Rachel."

My mouth opens and closes then opens again but I fail to form any sort of come back to her comment. It takes me a few seconds. "I sing People, not because I'm about to come in my spankies, Quinn, I do it as a way to stop myself thinking dirty thoughts that cause an erection."

She's still smirking and I really want to kiss it off her lips, but first I need to be back on my bed, so I walk, trying not to show just how eager I am, across the room.

"So, you were thinking dirty thoughts?" she asks before taking a sip of her hot chocolate, licking her lips afterwards.

My eyes follow her tongue as I clamber back onto the bed and I nod. I dip forward to kiss her but she hands me back my drink. I frown because I wanted to be kissing again.

She barks a loud laugh and I can't help but smile at how at ease she seems to be with me. "We have all night, Rachel. Finish your drink first."

I really wish that I can arch my brow at her, but I can't, so I sigh, get comfortable and drink my hot chocolate whilst watching the movie.

"So," Quinn shifts a little closer to me after a moment. "Dirty thoughts? Like what?"

It's my turn to smirk now. She's curious about my naughty thoughts but is it okay, now that she's touched my cock, if I tell her that most of them involve her? Or is that a case of too much too soon?

I look to her, trying to gauge how much I can get away with. "Whilst we were making out?"

Her brow shoots up at my words. "How often do you think dirty thoughts, Rachel Barbra Berry?"

My smirk widens as I dip my face so that I can look up at her through my lashes. That's sexy, right? "I think you'd be surprised, Quinn. Even without the penis, I'm a very sexual person."

She licks her lips again. "Oh." She breathes. "Well …" Quinn reaches over and takes my unfinished drink from my hands before turning to place both mugs on the bedside table. She scoots a little closer to me. "What were you thinking while we were making out? For starters."

"I tend to think ahead of myself." I swallow thickly; my eyes once again focus on her mouth. "We're kissing, but I'm thinking about touching you. Your stomach and hips. And when your fingers were in my hair, pulling me closer to you, I started thinking about you twisting your fingers around until you're pushing me down instead of pulling me closer."

"Pushing you down?" Her voice has become deep and raspy and I honestly believe that she has never sounded sexier.

I flicker my eyes down to her pyjama pants. "Yeah, pushing me down."

Her eyes widen. "Really? You would do that?"

Holy shit would I do that in an instant if she let me. I nod slowly. "If you'd like." I nip at my full lower lip.

"No one's ever …" She squeaks. "Why would you?"

I take a second before replying because this could be me, not only crossing the line but straddling it and going reverse cowboy on the sucker. "Because I would really love to find out how good you taste."

She gasps and I can see the flush of heat colour her cheeks. "Can we try that? Not right now," she rushes. "We should give it a couple of weeks, or months even."

I pause for thought then because Quinn is talking semi-long term and I'm being included in her plans. I wonder at just how long she's been thinking about me as something more than RuPaul, surely longer than when she walked in on me in the school bathrooms.

I fight the huge grin and instead I smile like a normal person. "What ever you want, Quinn."

She blinks at me and smiles in return. "Then can we forget about the chocolate and the movie and get back to making out?"

I nod furiously as I clamber onto my knees before swinging one leg over Quinn's lap. Her hands squeeze my thighs, then my ass, sliding up along my back and into my hair. I think she likes playing with my hair and that gives me a little hope that she's into me as a girl and not just a girl with an occasional penis.

She pulls me down until our mouths crash together in a heated kiss and I'm trying my hardest not to get ahead of myself this time. I stop thinking about what comes next and start enjoying what we're doing at the moment. I really like kissing Quinn and from the little noises that Quinn is making, as well as her fingers tugging at my hair, I'm guessing that Quinn enjoys kissing me too.

She's so soft and pliable under my lips, neither too forceful nor aggressive with her tongue. She's just kissing me back as though we could be doing this and nothing else for the next few hours, and I'm perfectly fine with that.

Her hands move from my hair. She scratches gently at my neck, and holy cow that feels good, before trailing over my back and disappearing. I can feel myself frown as we kiss. Where have her hands gone? Then she touches my fingers, lacing them with her own, and I think that I could easily fall so deeply in love with this Quinn Fabray.

She's playing with my fingers as our lips mesh and meld so I slide my tongue past her lips and deepen our kiss. She moans softly into my mouth and my cock twitches in appreciation. I love all of the sounds she's making. The soft mewling sound when I pull away for too long, the groan when I suckle at her lip, the shallow pants of breath she grabs between kisses, and the moan when my tongue wraps around hers.

"Jesus, Rachel." She gasps. "Where did you learn to kiss like this?"

"Certainly not from Finn." I grin as we press our foreheads together, taking a few needed seconds to regain control of our breathing. "Nor Jesse and Puck." I press a quick kiss to her lips. "Whilst both Jesse and Puck were seemingly good kissers, I had little comparative experience, so I decided to research techniques."

"You researched kissing?"

I nod. "Most teenagers garner experience through several partners and through this, their own particular way of kissing develops. I have only ever kissed three boys, for brief periods, and so lacked the experience to develop my own techniques. So, I Googled 'How to kiss'." I press another quick kiss to the corner of her mouth and then against her jaw. "I found numerous sites very informative."

Quinn tilts her head back as I continue to kiss a path down her neck. She moans softly when I dart my tongue out to taste a particularly sensitive patch of skin just where her neck meets her shoulder. I suck gently and she moans again.

"Thank the Lord for Google." Quinn groans throatily and then gasps. "No hickies, Rache."

I move my lips to a different spot, sucking and kissing until the skin flushes but doesn't bruise. I untangle one of my hands from hers, and as I move my mouth up over the ridges of her trachea and then back down to her slightly protruding clavicle, I follow the path of reddened skin with scratchy tickles of my finger nails. I feel Quinn shudder beneath me. Thank you, boxfairy24, for that little bit of information.

"Rache?" She arches into me, pressing her chest against mine, and fuck me running, my cock is swelling. She grabs my face and pulls my mouth to hers.

"Girls?"

We freeze at the quiet knock to my bedroom door and my daddy's whispered voice from beyond.

"Are you asleep?"

I blink owlishly as I take in Quinn's flushed features and I wonder if her heart is beating as wildly as mine.

We hear the door handle jiggle. I dive to the side of my bed as Quinn pushes away from me, and I grab for the TV remote, plunging the room into darkness before remembering that I had locked the door when he left earlier on.

"You're paranoid, Hiram." We hear him whisper then. "They must've turned the movie off and gone to sleep." I can hear Daddy huff just outside of my bedroom door. "It's probably just the neighbours making strange noises."

Quinn's hazel eyes dart to me then. "I thought that your room was soundproofed." Her voice is so low that I can barely hear her.

"It is." I whisper back.

"Then how can we hear Leroy, and how could your dad hear what we were doing?" She glares.

"My door is just a normal interior door, Quinn, but I'm not sure that it was us he could hear anyway." I shuffle about on my side of the bed and flop backwards until my head hits the pillows. I'm suddenly feeling drained of all energy. "The soundproofing in my room isn't exactly one hundred percent effective against some of my high notes, but it surely would be effective against a little moaning and groaning. My dad probably did just hear the new neighbours."

I can feel her staring at me through the darkness, so I turn to look at her.

"Are you sure that they couldn't hear us?" She's still whispering, but it's a little louder and I don't have to strain my ears.

I reach for her hand and give it a tug, encouraging her to lie down beside me. "I'm almost completely sure that it wasn't us they heard." I sigh. Damn, it has been a really long and tiring day, coupled with the arrhythmia caused by almost being caught making out with Quinn, twice, and I was ready to get some much needed sleep.

"Rache?" Quinn sighs as she settles next to me. "What about that?"

I lift my head to see what she's pointing at, and that's when I notice the tent I'm making in my boxers. Crap. I am too tired for this shit.

She presses her chin into my shoulder as she moves a little closer to me. "Are you going to take care of it, or would you like me too?"

Tbc.