A/N #1: Sooo… did anyone else read the tweet by one Ms. Michele about watching Funny Girl? I could've died. I maybe did a little. Anyhoo, thanks so much for all of the favorites and story alerts and reviews and love… also angels. If you want to keep the love going and if you feel so moved, press the little Review button at the bottom of the page. If not, so be it… Enjoy!
A/N #2: WARNINGS: lots of swearing and public sexytimes, also torment. That is all.
A/N #3: I do not own these characters or Funny Girl. Sadly, all I own are mistakes.
Chapter 4: Funny Girl – Night Three
"I Want to Be Seen with You Tonight" – Intermission
"Fuck! Oh, Quinn…" Rachel moaned loudly as my fingers tightly traced 'I love you' over and over on her clit.
I tongued her neck and sucked firmly against the salty skin. We had made it about 20 steps from the door of the restaurant before Rachel pulled me around the side of the building. Apparently my public display with the apple pie (which again, I don't even like apples…) left her 'hungry' for more. Pun totally intended. My hand quickly found its way into her skinny jeans. She growled in frustration at having the absolute tightest pants on that she owned. This wasn't part of her plan and it amused me slightly.
Ha! Didn't think about that, did you, Berry? You thought you were sooo clev—"AAah!"
The vibrations started again and my hand quickly jumbled the words I was fingering. From what I could tell, they now formed, "Ih lxotvwave ymobu." I was trying to edit my poor spelling when Rachel's voice cut through my thoughts low, irritated, and hungry.
"Wipe that damn smirk off of your face, Quinnie. Do not forget who's in charge here. Now, be a good girl and get me off, hmm."
As the 'hmm' left her lips, the waves stopped and it took me all of a second to resume my calculated ministrations. Rachel was panting in my ear as her hips met my hand rhythmically. I could tell from her frustrating sighs, she needed more, but her jeans wouldn't allow it. My inner HBIC (who lately had surprisingly become more of an interested spectator in my dealings with Rachel) was screaming at me. What the fuck are you waiting for? Do something! That's your woman, you pussy!
I scrambled to think what I could do to push her over the edge without thrusting deep inside her or worshipping her with my tongue.
Oh, for fuck's sake! Here, let me do it...
Before I realized what was happening, my teeth found her ear and I bit down, soothing the sting with my warm textured tongue and flushed lips. Rachel whimpered amidst her moaning, and my HBIC interpreted it as all the encouragement she needed to launch an outright dirty verbal attack on her.
"Shit, Rachel. Do you know how wet you're making me? How turned on I am that you can't get off without my fingers inside you or without my tongue stroking you? Look at you, desperate for what your body knows I could give you if only you hadn't worn those jeans…"
"Wha—" I licked at the skin beneath her ear. "Mmh, pleas…jus—"
"Not so articulate now, hmm? I don't know what you're asking of me, Rachel. You didn't expect to be so turned on by my public agony and humiliation, did you?"
Silence.
"Answer me, baby. Did you?"
Whimpering, then silence.
"I said, answer me, slut!"
Somewhere in the back of my mind, Rachel's bitch was mortified and frozen in place by the words spewing from my mouth. We are in sooo much trouble later. Cheesus!
"N-no, fuck you! Quinn, I-I… you… I didn—Fuck!" she spluttered fiercely.
My teeth bit down on the rim of her ear, harsher this time, and as I licked the afflicted skin, my HBIC continued.
"No, you didn't, Rachel. So now it's your turn to be a good girl and do something for me. Soon, my fingers are going to speed up what they're doing and when that happens, you're going to moan for me and say my name while you keep humping my hand like the bitch you are."
Oh shit. At that,Rachel's head slammed back against the stone and her eyes shot open, pure fury and lust raging from them. My inner head bitch faltered momentarily at the intensity of the gaze and Rachel's bitch inside me sobbed out, 'Things were going so well, you fuckhead! We're dead now. Dead! Just dead.'
Already committed and refusing to back down, my currently possessed mind countered as I leaned forward, matching her glare.
"Don't look at me that way, Ms. Berry. If you want to come, tell me you understand me."
She was seething at this and her jaw tensed as she debated how badly she wanted to come versus how badly she wanted to put me back in my place. Taking advantage of her hesitation, I reinforced my demand by tugging her bottom lip between my teeth and biting firmly before sucking it with my lips and letting it slip from them with a pop. Pulling back, I noticed her heavy breathing and how her wide pupils seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. She swallowed visibly and hardened her icy glare.
"Yes, Quinn," she hissed meticulously through gritted teeth. Oooooh, she was maaad. "I understand."
"Good girl, Rachie."
Fuck. You did not just say that! Kill me now. Wildly terrified and just as aroused, I searched her face for her reaction. Her eyes flashed with a venomous insanity, purely livid with my behavior. But despite my renegade dominance, the scenario seemed to excite her considering the gush of arousal now reaching my hand. I knew Rachel would torture me, especially after our little chat last weekend, but fuck her, if I wasn't going to make her come like this.
Her eyes closed exasperatingly, showing her clear aggravation from the situation in which she found herself. Giving in to the needs of her flesh, she began to follow my instructions as my fingers quickened their actions.
"Ohhhh, Quinn. Mmm…"
Her moans held a hidden petulance that eventually faded and soon held nothing but sincerity and need.
"That's it Rachel, feel my fingers on your clit. Imagine my tongue teasing your opening," I whispered as I brushed my tongue against her outer ear, "then, dipping past it as I would thrust it in and out of you." I mimicked the motion against her ear. "Think about my hand strumming your need, and how I would moan at your taste, the vibrations rolling through your hot, wet folds." I pressed my lips to the delicate spot where the center of her ear attached to the soft skin of her face and moaned shamelessly. The vibrations must have reached her core because her hips jerked forward of their own accord, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Holy shit! Fuck, Quinn, ohh…"
I mentally patted myself on the back while my submissive alter ego shook her head with disgust.
"Come on, baby, you know you want it. Let it go. Come for me, Rachel. Say my name!"
"Ohmygod… QUIIINN!"
Her body tensed and shivered in waves as she gripped my sides roughly. I closed my eyes and allowed my lips to curl into an arrogant smile as Rachel's head dropped to my chest. (Against a wall with only my fingers on her clit and my words—not too bad, Fabray…) Her hands rested on my shoulders to lend support to her limp and trembling body. I stepped into her, bracing her against the brick wall. She was whimpering as she urged her body to recover.
"Shh, Rachel. I've got you, baby."
After another minute, I felt her muscles regain stature and her head slowly lifted. Painfully dull-witted due to the warm fuzzies of accomplishment, I missed the expression on Rachel's face as her eyes trained upward to meet mine. I blinked lazily, awaiting the sweet nothings that usually followed one of our intimate moments. However, when my eyes met hers, it only took a fraction of a second to realize that there wasn't anything sweet about the nothing that was coming from her lips. Hell hath no fury like that of one pissed off Rachel Berry. And let me tell you, she was pissed. Her brow was stern, set above pools of chocolate wrath; her lips drawn into a tight line as her jaw resumed its clenching ways. Oh fucking shit. Happy now? My HBIC quickly backed down and whimpered as Rachel's bitch tried to brainstorm a way out of this one. I stumbled over the beginning of my plea for mercy.
"R-Rachel,…uh, baby,…I-I just…you were…I thought—"
Rachel raised a single finger to stop me before I did more damage, which made me truly thankful. Barbra knows I've already dug my own grave. I was already six feet under; it didn't need to be any deeper. My mouth shut like a trap and I stared blankly at the furious beauty in front of me. Her angry face leaned forward to mine and her heated breath washed across my lips as she whispered huskily.
"Not so articulate now, hmm? What's the matter, Quinnie? Cat got your tongue? It seems you had no problem expressing yourself moments ago. What was it you called me? 'Slut'? Or no, was it 'bitch'? Wait, I'm mistaken, there was another… what was it that you called me, Quinn?"
She was throwing all of my words back on me and they were heavy as hell. Fucking shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My inner voice was whining and stomping its feet like a toddler in the candy aisle. I hated the idea of having to answer her, but I knew if I didn't, things would be a thousand times worse.
"Uh, I-I called, um… I—"
"Say it, Quinn! Say my name…"
"Rachie." It came out as a whisper from my downcast face, not daring to say it louder or to even look her in the eye. I knew my place; I just wish I had remembered it a few minutes ago.
"There it is," she spoke casually as if she had found a lost puzzle piece. She raised her hand and lifted my chin, bringing her other to brush back the hair that partially covered my face. "'Rachie,' huh? Tell me, Quinn, did you enjoy it?"
"Um, 'it'?"
My brow was forming a thin layer of sweat as I tried desperately to buy some time in forming an acceptable answer. The thing was, I could admit that I did and endure my punishment proudly, or I could deny it all the way to my grave and only revel in its satisfaction in secret. I wasn't sure which would be more pleasing to the volatile goddess asking the questions.
"Yes, Quinn, it—your little charade as the one who wears the pants in this relationship. Oh, you know what? As a matter of fact…" she smiled wickedly through her sarcastic tone, "you do… wear the pants, that is."
As she said the word 'pants,' I was nearly doubled over as the garment beneath my skirt seemed to vibrate at its full potential.
"AAGGHH…goddamnitfuckingcuntwhorefuck!"
I cried out in what I hoped would be an appeal, but my mouth had other plans, spewing a string of obscenities that even made my dominant girlfriend blush slightly. My hands instantly shot to my core in hopes of absorbing some of the harsh waves, only to be swatted away by Rachel's free hand. The other of her hands was holding the demon remote just in front of her face as she mockingly scanned the controls. I gripped the fabric of my skirt as I looked up, hoping to beg my way out having to endure the near abusive assault on my clit. It was one thing to work up to such a speed; it was quite another to face the attack without a little warm-up.
"Rachel, fuck! Please! Turn it—shit, turn it—fuck me, turn it off!"
"I'm sorry, Quinn, but I cannot acquiesce your request." (Leave it to Rachel to show off her superb vocabulary while she literally has me by the beaver.) "It seems that you have a new name for me, and it would be a shame not to address me as such. Now, be the good girl I know you can be and ask me again. And this time, Quinnie, use the name you were so smug about earlier, would you?"
Rachel's voice was condescending and sweetly sarcastic. I breathed out heavily as I failed to get a grip on my situation. My mind was spinning almost as fast as the vibrations currently pounding against my center. I squeezed my thighs together to lessen the impact as my tongue, teeth and lips formed the response Rachel wanted.
"Please, fuck, Rachie, turn it—fucking hell—o-off!"
Suddenly the vibrations stopped, and Rachel swiftly had me pinned to the brick wall that earlier seemed my friend. Now, it felt a bit menacing scratching at my back. One of her hands braced against the wall beside my head, her other still holding that goddamn remote.
"Say it again, Quinnie."
With my eyes shut tightly, I panted out, "S-say what?"
"AAahhh!" The vibrations set off again, seemingly more intense than the last. Rachel's thigh was tight against my core and I tried to no avail to separate myself from the painfully satisfying contact.
"My name, Quinn. Say my name again!"
"Uhhh, Rachie!" The waves hit an all-time high as I literally thought I was going to take off! I was gripping at her shirt with one hand and scratching at the brick with the other, my feet scuffling beneath me as I tried to escape the over-stimulating but pleasurable torment.
"Just my name!"
"Rachie, Rachie…" I was reduced to whimper as I felt my body betray me, seeking out another orgasm. There was a vice grip in my lower abdomen that nearly burned as it held off my inevitable release. I didn't know whether to beat my HBIC explicitly or get down on my knees and thank her.
"Again!"
"Ra-achie…" My voice broke as I felt the grip loosen. Any moment, I was going to come again under the control of Ms. Rachel Berry and the thought transferred into a pooling slickness in my torturous panties.
"Again…" Rachel pressed even further into me as she slowly rolled the word off of her tongue with authority. Her hand left the brick and found my breast. She palmed it roughly, rolling my hardened nipple between her fingers. The movement left me speechless, overwhelmed with feeling.
"I said, again…"
One last increase on the dial and an unexpected pinch on my sensitive bud sent me over the edge as I 'acquiesced her request' in a rasp.
"Raachie…"
I threw my head back against the wall, and my body jerked almost violently as the speed of the vibrator softened its waves against me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm to its fullest. Rachel's arms caught me and held me upright as the rest of my body trembled. Soon, I relaxed into my girlfriend, thankful the punishment was over... or so I thought. I should've known better than to think this would be the end of it. That wasn't Rachel's style. Little did I know, this was only the beginning. I found out soon enough.
"Stand up, Quinn." Her voice was harsher than I expected and it unnerved me a bit in my fog.
"What?" I said hazily into her hair. "Rach, wait, just give me a minute and then we can go. FUUCCK!" The panties buzzed for a moment then stopped just as quickly.
"No, Quinn. Now."
I snapped my furrowed brow to meet her eyes. At once all of the relief from having paid my bet in full and enduring the punishment from my uncharacteristic outburst was gone. Poof! Her gaze was passionate and fueled and stern. I had really pissed her off. She stepped away from me, walking toward the car. Holding up the remote so that I could see it, her finger hovered over a button and she called back to me as she pressed it.
"Also, that's not my name, Quinnie!"
"FUCK, Rach!" The vibrations intensified and this time my hand reached its target as I grasped at the undergarment. "AAGH, shit, I mean Rachie!" The stopped again and I steadied myself on the wall before glaring in the direction of my girlfriend as she sauntered away.
"Come along, Quinn! We can't possibly be late for game night."
Fuck. This is not good.
A/N #4: I had to collect some thoughts about game night so I gave you an intermission with a little bit of smut to hold you over… Now, be a good reader and leave me a review, would you? ;)