AN: I've recently been watching reruns of "Boy Meets World" and (sighs) if only Glee could be half as good as that show.
If there's one thing that Quinn really regretted missing out on, it would be what she was doing right now. She had Rachel pressed up against a wall was currently and shoving her tongue into the singer's mouth. Because to be honest, Rachel Berry; best kisser, ever.
Quinn should have known better, what with all those breathing exercises Rachel always did. And Rachel had always been so talented at everything she did, especially using her lips (for singing, you know), and so it should have come as no surprise that she'd be exceptional at kissing. The way her tongue would dance in her mouth, and the way she could keep going on for what seemed like forever, and those breathy little moans she'd give out.
God, Quinn loved making out with Rachel. She was just so skilled with her lips, and her tongue and her everything. It made Quinn's knees go weak. She could only imagine how good Rachel could be if she decided to use her lips down…
Oh, fuck! Totally shouldn't think about that. At least not now, not when Rachel was massaging her tongue with her own and when hands were traversing her body, massaging every bit of her. She whimpered into Rachel's mouth. It would be so embarrassing if she were to come undone just by making out; if her body were to shudder and then go limp, falling forward onto Rachel.
Actually, that would probably be a bit hot, but still so embarrassing. She'd never be able to show her face around Rachel again, which would be kind of difficult since they were dating and living in the same house. And it's not like Quinn could go back to living on the streets like she had temporarily during sophomore year, not with Beth.
But damn, why was she even thinking of these things when Rachel's lips were on hers. Fingers were lightly fisting her hair, while a hand was gently caressing her lower back. And then she was being pushed back, being led to the bed. Good, Quinn had no idea how much longer her legs would last before they finally gave out.
Suddenly Rachel broke apart. Quinn was about to protest until she was roughly shoved onto the bed. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips. Quinn loved it when Rachel was as aggressive as she was right now. Rachel licked her lips, a predatory glint in her eye almost as though she were about to mark what was hers. Fuck, Quinn hoped that she would.
Rachel spun around and sauntered over to her iPod dock, giving her hips an extra sway. Quinn's mouth fell agape; Rachel winked at her from over her shoulder. She put on some mood music then made her way back to the bed. She settled herself between Quinn's legs, wrapping one of Quinn's long, pale legs around her.
She kissed Quinn fiercely, parting her lips open with her tongue. She explored the inside of Quinn's mouth, her tongue dancing with the blonde's. She pulled back again and started trailing kisses down Quinn's neck, eliciting breathy moans from the taller girl. Rachel sucked hard on Quinn's pulse point. "Oh, God Fuck!" Rachel smirked into her skin.
Quinn whimpered as Rachel continued sucking and nipping on her neck. She was in heaven; with Rachel working her magic lips and those fingers gently massaging her sides and the hand on her thigh slowly inching its way up her dress and… woah, wait. "Rach," she all but moaned out, too caught up in the sensations she was feeling. Her words went unheard as Rachel's hand continued its way up until she was cupping her ass. She squeezed hard. "Fuck, Rach stop." She felt another squeeze in response. "Rach, I mean it!" Using all the willpower she had, Quinn pushed Rachel off of her.
Shock and utter worry crossed Rachel's features at the abrupt action. She cast her eyes downward and brought her hands behind her back. Quinn frowned. She got herself up into a sitting position, and placed her hand under Rachel's chin. She lifted her head up so that their eyes would meet. "I'm sorry," Rachel said. "Was it too much?"
"Yeah," Quinn half-lied.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized again.
"It's okay, Rachel," Quinn assure, cupping her girlfriend's cheek. "And I know the perfect way for you to make it up to me." Rachel smirks and before she knows it, she's on her back and Quinn is straddling her waist. They're kissing again, this time Rachel's hands find purchase in Quinn's hair and on her lower back. She fists golden locks, tugging her closer.
Always so eager. Fuck, Quinn loved that; gave them the perfect opportunity to make up for lost time and they sure as hell had a lot of time to make up for. She swiped her tongue upon Rachel's lips, asking for permission. The brunette quickly compiled, moaning loudly as their tongues met again. If Rachel's room wasn't soundproof, Quinn might have worried that they'd wake Beth.
The hand on her back started to trail down, ghosting over the fabric of her dress. The featherweight touches made her shiver. Quinn tried to ignore it, tried to focus on making the girl below her a quivering mess. But then Rachel cupped her butt once more. She took hold of Rachel's wrist and gently guided her hand up a few inches. She hoped that would be the end of it and redoubled her efforts on making Rachel make those delicious sounds.
She pulled back for a much needed break then dove back in with a bruising kiss. She placed another, albeit less forceful kiss, on the corner of Rachel's mouth, and then another just slightly lower. She continued down Rachel's face and neck, slowly and meticulously getting her lips on every bit of skin that she could, each kiss growing softer than the last.
Below her, Rachel was thrashing about just like Quinn wanted. She so desperately needs more than the barely-there kisses that she's receiving. The hand fisting her hair tugs her closer. And then it happens again. And she's squeezing. Hard. Quinn tries to push her hand off, but her grip is too strong. Reluctantly she breaks apart. "Rachel, stop!" The singer's hand falls from her bottom.
Quinn looked down to see big, brown doe eyes looking up at her. "What's- what's wrong?" she stuttered, uncharacteristically so. "I- I didn't go under the dress this time."
"I just don't want you touching me there," Quinn answered quickly, her eyes not quite meeting Rachel's. But even so she could still see the disappointment that Rachel felt.
"You don't want me to touch your ass?"
"Don't call it that!" Quinn replied, her cheeks bright red.
"Why not?"
"Because!"
"What would you rather have me call it? Your butt?"
"No!"
"Your bottom?" Rachel tried again.
"Yes," Quinn nodded. "I think that'll be sufficient."
"Okay… but why not?"
"Just… cause."
"Quinn…" Rachel said, her tone soft and comforting. She always used that tone whenever she tried to get Quinn to open up and most time, if not all times, it had been successful. She reached up and cupped her cheek, with the same hand that had been gripping another cheek previously, Quinn noticed. "What's wrong?"
"I… I don't want you touching my bottom."
"I've figured that much out baby." Rachel shimmied out from under Quinn and had her girlfriend sit next to her. She soothingly rubbed her back as she kissed her cheek. "You know I won't judge you. I just want to know what's wrong." Quinn nodded. She sighed before speaking.
"Kids… used to make fun of me for having a big... butt. They called me… Lucy Caboosey." She dropped her head and closed her eyes, expecting, at the very least, a giggle to escape her girlfriend. But not a single sound escaped Rachel's lips. Quinn chanced opening her eyes and looking up. She was met with tender, loving brown orbs. Rachel leapt forward, wrapping her arms around Quinn, catching her off guard with a tight hug.
"Oh, Quinn. Kids can be so mean." Quinn nodded, wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist and pulling her close. "But your ass is a bit big, Quinn." Quinn huffed, her brow furrowing in annoyance. "And that's exactly how I like it." And with that she gave Quinn's butt a nice spank. "If only you knew the unspeakable things I'd like to do to it."
Quinn whimpered. Rachel wanted to do unspeakable things to her bottom. Oh my.
AN: I've been thinking of making another series like this one called "Party Games" which is about (overly dramatic and unnecessary drum roll) party games. It'll contain basic things like Truth or Dare, 7 Minutes in Heaven & Spin the Bottle, but I'd like suggestions on other games and possible Dares or Truths (not only for Rachel and Quinn. Dares and Turths for any Gleek would be appreciated)