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They knew the moment couldn't last forever, but tucked under the blankets in Santana and Brittany's guest room, Rachel and Quinn found each other again, lost in gentle touches and whispered dreams. Rachel runs her fingers through Quinn's hair as she sleeps soundly on her chest, tangled in the sheets, the first light of morning just starting to shine through the small round window.
She wishes she could sleep so soundly.
The plan was in motion now, but whether it would work... Rachel hoped so. And at this point, hope would have to do. She chuckles quietly at the soft gurgle against her breast and Quinn raises her head slowly, wincing in pain. Rachel cups her face gently, pressing a lingering kiss to the bruise over her eye.
"Go back to sleep, babe. It's barely morning."
Quinn yawns and pulls herself face to face with Rachel, nuzzling behind her ear with her nose.
"I love you, Boo."
Rachel feels the shiver run straight up her spine as Quinn's teeth sink into her earlobe and tug. Now she definitely wouldn't sleep. With a quiet groan she flips over on top of her, stretching her upper body to drag her nipples lazily against Quinn's. She feels the heat pool against her leg the minute it slips between the blonde's and gasps, immediately turned on by how wet Quinn is first thing in the morning. When Quinn chuckles and nips the side of her neck then sucks heartily on her collarbone, Rachel's not far behind. Quinn's hand squeezes down between their bodies, her finger tracing up the trail of wetness that's run down the inside of Rachel's thigh. She slips the finger back up and into her mouth, moaning quietly against Rachel's chest.
"Fuck Rachel, you taste so good."
Rachel hips buck against her at the sound of her name.
"Please, Quinn," she whispers, feeling silly for being the girl who begs. But then Quinn's hands are back on her, lifting her hips and spreading her legs to pull her up the bed until she's straddling the blonde's stomach. Leaning up, Quinn captures her nipple between her teeth, thrusting her stomach up and into Rachel's clit with alarming accuracy. Rachel's head falls back as she moans loudly, and Quinn covers her mouth with her hand and laughs.
"Rachel!"
"We've both heard them Quinn, don't you dare stop!"
Reaching her other hand around to grip Rachel's ass, Quinn thrusts up again, slower, the sheen of Rachel's excitement reflecting in a path down her abs. Rachel groans as Quinn's palms push against her hips, sliding her lower on her abdomen. Quinn exhales sharply as she spreads her thighs, allowing Rachel's wetness to sit squarely on top of her own. Both girls cry out as their heat collides, riding each other in a rhythm all their own.
Rachel tangles her fingers in Quinn's hair as the blonde wraps her hands around her waist, holding her snugly in place while she grinds against her. As the sun slips slowly above the horizon, the girls explode against each other, soft skin and beating hearts, collapsing together on the bed as slow burning waves ebb through them.
Raising her head to press a kiss against Quinn's jaw, Rachel sighs contently.
"I love you, too."
"Yeah yeah we all love each other," Santana calls, banging on the door. "If you two are done defiling our guest room, we'd love to see your shining faces at the table."
Chuckling, Quinn pulls the covers up over both of their heads shoots and Rachel an impish grin.
"Maybe she'll think we fell asleep."
"Maybe she'll break down this door and yank you out by your feet! Up assholes! B's making breakfast!"
Flipping back the covers, Rachel sits up, swiping her hair out of her face.
"We'll be right out, Santana."
Quinn reaches for her hand on the mattress, lacing their fingers together, and smiles up at her sadly. She'd only just got her back, and now she would be leaving again, their respite broken for the time being.
"I miss you already."
Rachel turns and tugs her closer, nuzzling her nose against the bruising on her face. Quinn sighs, leaning into it, resting her cheek against the girl's naked shoulder.
"We've made it through the worst, Quinn. Just a little bit longer." Rachel says, leaning off the bed to pick up her shirt. Pulling it down over her head, her hair flies everywhere and Quinn smiles.
Someday would never be soon enough.
After they're both dressed the two head to the kitchen, where Santana sits with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I don't know who looks worse honestly."
"Shut it, Santana." Quinn mutters, pulling Rachel down into her lap in the kitchen chair. She's going to enjoy every minute she has left with the girl until the Witness Protection Agency takes her away. Rachel chuckles, pulling two waffles off the stack in the middle of the table and plopping them down on their plate.
"This looks delicious, Brittany. Thank you."
The cell phone on the table rings ominously as the room falls silent.
"I suppose I had better take that." Rachel says, running a hand through Quinn's hair. The blonde follows her with her eyes as she grabs it and heads down the hallway, her quiet hello sounding from the bedroom.
Santana reaches for her hand and squeezes it.
"So would anyone care to tell me what Rachel's been up to?"
Brittany shrugs, adding another waffle to the stack.
"She was all you had better or I'll have to myself and there's no other way, you'll just have to do it on the phone last night. Maybe she'd called the sex hotline. Santana says that's for lonely people. She really missed you."
Eyeing Santana, Quinn raises an eyebrow.
"I don't know, Q. She just said that, once you get back she is going into custody. She didn't say how or when you would get here, she just somehow knew you would. I mean she's part elf right? Don't they have magic? I don't know."
The last run in with the Maroney's was way too close for comfort. And her boss had told her to make sure she would be safe... so Witness Protection is probably the best option... even if she didn't trust them... and she didn't really trust Rachel when she was in full on scheme mode.
"I don't like it. At least if I knew what was going to happen, I would have something to hold to. Three weeks of nothing is unacceptable."
Santana shrugs, feeding Brittany a piece of her waffle as she gets up and heads to the kitchen.
"Maybe the less we know, the better. She's looking out for our safety. You would do the same."
Pushing her plate back, Quinn lifts her coffee mug, pressing it gently against the swelling around her eye with a sigh. She's right.
"I hate the god damn mob."
Chuckling, Santana raises her mug in the air and takes a sip. "Cheers to that. If it helps, I think you're making the right choice, Q. Letting her go is the best option she has."
Nodding appreciatively, Quinn shrugs. "You'd do the same for Brit?"
Santana pauses, a small smile playing on her lips as Brittany's voice, singing quietly in the kitchen, carries out to them.
"You bet your ass I would."
"They're going to be here in ten minutes." Rachel says as she comes back into the room, plopping unceremoniously back down in Quinn's lap. "I'll call you every chance I get... And I'll write letters... And I'll think of you all day, I promise."
"I don't think it's going to make it any better," Quinn says, wrapping her arms around Rachel and hugging her close. "But I'll take what I can get."
"You better, Quinn Fabray. Or else."
The knock on the door comes long before she's ready to let go.
"Rachel some guy in a suit is here for you." Brittany says, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "He said he was on the good side so I let him in."
Rachel nuzzles her face into Quinn's neck and kisses it softly, moving up to peck her cheek, and finally her lips. Touching their foreheads together, she runs her fingers down the sides of her face and kisses her again.
"Don't do anything crazy while I'm gone."
Quinn smiles and opens her eyes.
"Right back at you superstar."
The man in the suit clears his throat as he enters the room, the two girls neatly folded together on the kitchen chair.
"We have to go quickly Rachel."
"I knowwww, guy. I'm on my way clearly." She says, raising an eyebrow as she flashes him a glare. Turning back to Quinn, she smiles sweetly and kisses her on the nose.
"I love you, my fiancee. I'll be in touch soon."
Wrapping her in one last hug, Quinn whispers against her hair.
"And I love you."
As Rachel and the suit exit the apartment, Santana reaches for her hand again and nods, but Quinn can't ignore the weird feeling settling over her, nibbling at the back of her mind.