Part 12

"That's better." Quinn sighs, her fingers trailing over my sides to find a resting place just below my breasts.

My eyes snap open when I feel her thumb brush against my nipple. This was going to be a very long night.

...

"Down girl." Quinn chuckles softly. "It was an accident."

How can it have been an accident if she's still fiddling with my pebbled nipple? "Quinn? We're both in need of sleep, but if you keep doing that with your fingers, I'm afraid that it'll be a while longer before we're asleep."

She hums and I can tell that she's amused by my reaction to her touch. "I didn't know that I would like doing this." she palms my breast and I gasp. "But I can't seem to stop." she giggles and then yawns.

I grab her hand and hold it over my stomach. There, that was better and it didn't give the rocket in my pocket such a happy. "We have plenty of time to discover other things that you 'didn't know you would like', but please, let's get some sleep first."

She sighs against my ear as her fingers lace with mine. "Fine," She yawns again and I find it catching. "Rachel?"

I hum softly; my senses are already dulling as sleep overtakes my body.

"You want to do this too, right?"

I open my eyes and turn my head so that I can see her. "More than I thought I would, Quinn." I smile at her and then press a quick kiss to her lips.

She sighs softly as her eyelids flutter shut. The moon must've disappeared behind a cloud because my room darkens even further, but even though I can't see much, I can see that she seems content and relaxed. It's been a long time since I saw anything but anger and sadness on Quinn's pretty face and I'm happy that it was I who helped to take that away for now.

I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Quinn might freak out, especially after what we've done, but she might also fully embrace this thing that we've started. She said it was me that she was curious about, right? Not boys, not my penis? Me. I wonder tiredly as to how long she's been curious about me. Was it before or after she saw me jerk off in the second stall of the girls' bathroom? Was it before I split up with Finn? Perhaps that question could wait until after breakfast. I yawn widely as I turn into Quinn's warm body and she slips her hand from mine so that she can curl it around my hip and pull me closer to her.

It doesn't take me long to follow her into slumber, but I do suspect that I have the biggest smile on my face when I do.

"Rache." I hear my name whispered against my ear on a warm breath. "Rachel?"

"Yeah?" I breathe, fighting the urge to fall back asleep. My fingers flex. I feel for Quinn behind me and pull her closer. I've never been any kind of spoon, big or little, before, but I think that I could become seriously addicted as heat meets my ass in a slow grind. "Oh god," I sigh.

"Remember that … thing that you said you'd do," She tugs at me until I roll onto my back and I blink up at her. The room is much brighter now that the early morning sunshine peeking through my curtains, bathes the room in golden light. She looks like an angel and I can't help but smile at her. "If I really wanted you to do it?"

My smile falters slightly when realisation hits me. I swallow thickly and nod my head. Hell yes I remember.

"Will you do it now?"

I blink furiously as she scoots up and onto her knees. She's pushing down her pyjama pants before I've even replied, but then, from the way that my semi-erect dick is already twitching against my thigh, she probably knows that my answer is going to be a yes.

"Quinn?" My voice is almost a moan when I finally see her down there. "Are you sure?"

She's nodding her head and I almost come when she reaches down to stroke herself. "I need you, Rachel." She's chewing at her lip and I can see from the shimmer in her hazel eyes that she's asking me not to say no to her.

"How?" I move to sit up, but she's got her free hand on my chest and she's pushing me back down on to my pillows. I'm a little confused. Shouldn't this be her position? I need to be between her legs. Suddenly, she's lifting her leg and placing her knee into the pillow besides my head and I can't help but grab for my penis.

"Like this." She sighs in relief as her fingers circle her clit.

She's straddling my face, and all I can do is stare up at her as she masturbates above me. My penis swells in my hand and I rub up and down. I lick my lips, wondering how good she tastes.

I feel her hand in my hair then. She's fisting the long strands, making me tear my eyes away from the slick and swollen flesh between her legs. "Do it, Rachel." She gasps as she nudges her clit one last time before dragging her damp fingers away from her folds and up towards her navel. "Please."

I grab for her ass with both of my hands. I don't need asking again and it would be rude to make the girl beg. This here is one of my biggest fantasies about to be realised and I roll my tongue around my mouth, preparing it as I finally get to take the girl of my dreams into my mouth.

"Rachel?"

I can't help but frown at the sharpness of Quinn's tone. I blink up at her as she smirks down at me. It's then that I hear her say my name again, but her lips aren't moving.

"Morning, Leroy."

I grab for the sheets surrounding me as I startle awake. God damn it. I turn towards my bedroom door seeing not only a smirking Quinn, but also my daddy looking a little sheepish.

"Sorry, sweetie." My daddy apologises. "I know it's early, but your dad and I are heading over to the farmers market and we wondered if you and Quinn would like to come."

I really, really would like to come, but certainly not in the way my daddy thinks. Crap! I move around, hoping that it just looks like I'm getting comfortable, but what I'm really doing, once again, is hiding my boner. I really need to work on controlling this thing. Hell, who can blame me for sporting wood after the dream I just had?

I send my daddy a fake sleepy smile because I am anything but sleepy right now. "Thanks for the invite, daddy, but I'm still tired and I have to meet Aunt Lilith later on. Maybe next time?"

He chuckles at me. "You girls up all night chatting about those Twilight boys?"

I blink widely at him. Oh dear lord. Did he honestly think that that is what teenaged girls talk about? Wait! Perhaps they did, but not us. We talked about my penis, and we talked about contraception, and then we made out and other stuff, but we definitely didn't bring up the Twilight boys.

"We just talked, Mr – Leroy." Quinn blushes prettily and I find myself no longer scowling at my daddy but smiling at Quinn.

"Very well." He smiles back at her. "I'll leave you two to get some more sleep and we'll see you later, Rachel."

I lift my hand and wave at him as I flop back until I'm lying down. "Have fun, daddy. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie. Bye." And then my cock-block of a daddy was gone.

Quinn's chuckling softly as she nears the bed and I narrow my eyes at her. "Sweet dreams, Rachel?"

I run my hands over my face and smirk. "It wasn't exactly what you could call sweet." I reply as I reach under the blanket. I was as hard as a two-by-four and I didn't think it was going to go away by itself any time soon. I raise my eyes to her and wonder if she would like to touch me again like she did last night, but then I realise that she's no longer in my pyjamas. My mouth waters when I notice that it's my jeans and blouse that she's wearing with her flip-flops. My jeans must've been a little short on her because she's rolled them up until they half way up her calves. I never thought that I would find someone else wearing my clothes so arousing. "You're dressed?" I clear my throat.

She nods as she runs her hands over her ass and tucks her thumbs into the back pockets. "Santana texted. She says that Puck left the house and back yard in a mess but that she'd help clean if I was back before she and Brittany got too bored and tested out every usable surface in my home." She grimaces then and I can't help but smile widely.

"They're together?"

She rolls her eyes. "Apparently so. I've got the feeling that I'll have to burn my sheets and maybe my mattress when I go home."

Quinn's acting all disgruntled, but I honestly think that she's happy that her friends have finally gotten over the whole Artie and gay panic thing. At least I hope so. I don't think Santana would be so obvious in her intentions where Brittany is concerned if she was still firmly in the closet.

"Would you like an extra hand?" I move towards the edge of my bed and sit up. I was reluctant to leave Quinn's company at the moment and I really didn't mind helping to clean if Noah has left that much of a mess. "It's still early. I've got a couple of hours yet before I call my aunt."

She's smirking at me and I realise that my erection amuses her greatly. "Shouldn't I be the one asking if you need a hand, Rachel?"

I return her smirk with one of my own, but I keep myself covered by wrapping the blanket around my body as I stand. "Really, Quinn? If you were to touch me right now, we wouldn't be leaving this room at all for the next few hours. Give me twenty minutes to wash, change and get rid of this thing," I glance down at the bulge I'm making. "And I'll be ready and willing to help you out."

"I never thought that you would be so much of a tease, Rachel Berry." She's standing there with that damn eyebrow raised and I wonder if she'd mind if just stare at her while I masturbate.

I sigh because once again, we wouldn't be leaving my room any time soon if she let me do that. "Dad should have coffee waiting if you'd like to go down and make us some?"

"You're trying to get rid of me?" she laughs.

"Yes. Now go before I do something that I've fantasized about for a very long time, and just might be construed as going too far too fast." I really, really want to bite her for laughing at me again. I'd suck at her neck before sinking my teeth in as I rub my cock between her wet folds. Holy hell, I wonder what that would feel like if we both had our vaginas, rubbing them together while she gave me a hickey. I want her to mark me in the worst possible way, and I know that she told me not to give her a hickey, but we don't share the same qualms.

She's clicking her fingers in front of my face which startles me out of my smutty daydream. She's biting her bottom lip and I take in a sharp breath.

"Where did you go?" She has a pink flush to her cheeks which makes me think that she knows exactly where I went, but that she'd like details.

"Quinn?" I swallow thickly. "Would you be averse to kissing my neck rather forcefully while I masturbate?" I avoid using the hickey word just because I don't know exactly if she's opposed to giving them as well as receiving.

She licks her lips. "Santana will notice that's something's going on with us if she sees a hickey on your neck, Rachel."

I have a feeling that she would like to mark me almost as much as I want her too. "I'll wear a turtleneck."

"It's eighty degrees out."

I shrug. "Since when has the weather ever influenced my choice in what to wear? Well, except for the rain, and snow. Obviously then I'd need galoshes and a suitable sweater vest."

She's amused again, I can tell by the way her lips are twitching, but from the twinkle in her eyes and the pink dusting to her cheeks, I can also tell that she's tempted.

I stumble over my sheet toga as I make my way over to my closet to pull out a pale blue sleeveless turtleneck shirt. "The material is quite thin, Quinn. Paired with this skirt," I flick through my clothes, clicking the hangers in my rapid search, and pull out one of my skirts. It was short with a blue and black plaid pattern, one of my favourites actually. "I'll be sure to remain comfortable."

Her throat bobs as she swallows. She takes a couple of steps towards me and touches her fingers to the skirt I'm holding up. "I like this skirt, but will it hide this?" She moves forward a little more until her hip brushes my erection through the sheet I'm wearing.

My breath hitches and I can actually see her hazel eyes become darker than I've ever seen them. "It's done the job before." I squeak. "Paired with my spanks, and an avoidance of anything I find sexually stimulating," I give her a pointed look because really, she needs to hold off on even looking at me like she is right now whilst we're in company. I won't be held accountable for my actions if she doesn't. "I should be able to keep the gun in its holster."

She snorts as she giggles. "I can't believe you just said that."

I shrug as I smirk.

"Can you be quick?" She arches a fine brow at me as her tongue darts out to dampen her lips.

I sigh. "Embarrassingly so, especially if you're involved."

"Right." She blushes again. "How do you want to do this?"

I was going to take care of my average problem (certainly not little) in the bathroom before washing up, but if Quinn is going to be kissing my neck, then sitting on the toilet isn't going to cut it, and lying down, like how it happened last night, would probably end up as something more. I glance around my room, but find nothing suitable.

Quinn huffs. "Lord, Rachel." She shakes her head at me but she's smiling so I can tell that she's not pissed. "It's not rocket science. Sit on the bed."

I shuffle my way across the room to do as she says. I wonder if she realises that it turns me on when she orders me about. I'm looking up at her then until she lifts her knee on to the edge of the mattress and disappears behind me. She runs her hands over my shoulders and down along my arms as she nuzzles her face into my hair.

"I don't know what I was expecting." She breathes. "But I didn't think that you would smell so good."

I take in a shuddery breath as I reach up to move my hair away from the side of my neck. Her nose is brushing softly against the sensitive skin behind my ear and her hands are parting the fabric of my toga.

"Do your thing, Rache," I can feel her smirk. "And I'll do mine, but you owe me."

"What?" I moan the word as I start to stroke my dick.

She kisses and licks my neck before opening her mouth to gentle graze her teeth against me, making me shudder violently. "You don't think," She sucks me a little before kissing me again. "That seeing you again," She nips at me. "Isn't turning me," She runs her tongue over the tender patch of skin where my neck meets my shoulder. "On as much," Oh god, she sucks more firmly now between her words. "As it does you?"

"Erm ..." I would be disgusted by my lack of eloquence but she was back to mouthing my neck and I was tugging rapidly on my cock.

"You. Owe. Me." She breathes against my ear before returning to my neck.

I nod quickly. "Anything, Quinn." Honestly? I would give her my first Tony award just as long as she kept sucking on my neck like she was right now.

I was a little preoccupied so I didn't take much notice of what Quinn was doing with her hands until I felt the fabric surrounding me, slowly slip away. Her hands were on my breasts then and her bites become a little sharp, but holy shit it felt so good.

"So beautiful." She whispers against the tender skin beneath her mouth as she pinches my nipples between her fingertips.

My hips rock forward at the sudden pressure. I roll my head to the side as I jerk myself off. I was so close. "Kiss me, Quinn."

I don't need to ask twice. Her lips are against mine and her tongue is in my mouth and I'm grabbing her hair with one hand as I come into my fist.

I'm still holding her close to me and the tremors are still wracking my lower half. Wow! That was a good one. Seems like every orgasm involving Quinn is better than the last. I'm panting into her mouth and she's looking at me with the deepest flush of colour to her cheeks. She's stunning and I think that I could easily fall in love with her if I wasn't already part way there.

"Quinn?" I speak softly as my breathing begins to return to normal. "Are you sure that you don't want me to return the favour right now?"

She closes her eyes and draws in a long breath through her parted lips. "Santana's waiting." I feel her shudder against me.

"Then when?" Because if I were in Quinn's situation, where the need and heat is practically radiating off of her body in waves, and let's face it, I was only ten minutes ago, I'd want to do something to relieve the ache right now.

She swallows thickly. "I'll be okay." Her smile is tremulous and I reach out to smooth her hair away from her forehead. "I'm used to denying myself."

I know that I'm frowning but I nod anyway. "Okay, Quinn. I'll go clean up and get dressed so that we can set straight the mess that Noah has left."

She repeats my nod, but just as I stand; she grabs for my arm. "Stay with me tonight?"

I blink at her. Did I hear her correctly?

"My mom's away until tomorrow afternoon and I know that you're seeing your aunt later, but I'd like to know what happens with her, and we could watch a movie, or maybe we can try some of that other stuff that you think about that takes you miles away from here."

I can't help but blush at her ramble. Does she even realise what it is I think about when I'm having one of my smutty daydreams? Me between her legs, eating her out until she collapses in an exhausted mess from all of the fabulous orgasms I give her?

"Yeah." She's staring at me, and I think that she has an inkling of an idea of what it is I think about. "I'll let you do whatever it is that you were just thinking about to me."

My hands clench as my body shudders with what feels like an aftershock from my previous orgasm and I suddenly remember that I have jizz in my hand. Nasty. "I'll call my dads before we leave and let them know I'm staying at yours for the night." Really? How could I turn down an offer like that?

Tbc