A/N #1: I do not own these characters or Funny Girl. Sadly, all I own are mistakes.
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WARNINGS: Plot monster, sexy times, and Barbra.
I let out a shaky breath and clenched my eyes shut as Rachel's lips brushed over the delicate skin of my ear, only to have another hot breath purr, "Open your eyes, Quinnie. Barbra demands your attention."
My stomach quivered, flip-flopping at the pure sex dripping from Rachel's lips. She slowly leaned back with that damned smirk I knew so well. She was toying with me, teasing to make her point. And that point being? I was Rachel Berry's bitch.
There I sat, body trembling, hands shaking, clit throbbing, in the middle of her family room, not seven feet from her fathers, wearing fucking vibrating panties all the while watching Funny Girl. Could this night get any—
"Ah!" I involuntarily blurted as Rachel increased the steady wave between my legs.
Leroy and Hiram jumped at my interjection and looked to me with concern.
"Quinn, honey, are you alright? Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Hiram asked.
"No—Ah! I mean, yes." Rachel increased the wave to a pulse and I blinked rapidly to clear the fog. "I, uh, just love this part."
Both men glanced at the screen and back to me, casting curious stares in my direction. I chanced a peek at the screen and realized that the movie scene held no memorable or outstanding significance. I chuckled nervously as the older Berrys reluctantly returned their attention to the screen.
Shit. Shit. Double shit.
With her dads once again preoccupied, I whipped my head around to glare at Rachel. She had to know how close to crazy this was. If we were caught, there would be no good explanation.
"What? Why am I crying out in ecstasy? Um, Barbra does something to me?"
"What buzzing? I just think Barbra is sizzling—electric even!"
"Why am I begging in front of your daughter and moaning her name over and over? Oh I don't know… maybe because she has me wearing fucking vibrating panties and she's using that damn remote to bring me to my umpteenth orgasm in the same goddamn room as her parents!" Fuck!
I stared at the conniving beauty that was causing my orgasmic conundrum. She cast a downward glance at my lap, and, then, without warning, turned her eyes upward and locked mine in place. I felt the air leave my lungs and in that moment, I froze. Still as stone. Held suspended as though this was the first time I really saw her. Her lips were parted and gently panting; her throat and cheeks were flushed with life; and her eyes… her eyes were bright and fierce with passion, but, at the same time, delicately laced with every bit of love she had for me. I finally saw in her eyes what I felt my whole heart screaming when I looked at her.
My god. She's beautiful… and she's mine.
It was then that everything around me dropped off. It reminded me of those cheesy scenes in movies where two characters were held in their own bubble while the rest of the world went on around them. Nothing else mattered right then. I didn't care about my impending orgasm or that demon remote. I didn't care about the fact that her fathers were in the room or about the bet that got me into this mess. And I definitely didn't care about the attention I should've been giving Barbra. The only thought in my mind…
She's beautiful.
Rachel blinked and tilted her head, searching my eyes. My breathing increased as I recognized a shift in her expression. She softened and her rich mocha eyes shone in the flickering light from the movie. A warm smile tugged at the edges of her lips, and she ducked her head shyly. I realized at that moment she knew what I had been thinking.
Feeling a bit insecure, I shifted my gaze down toward my now fidgeting hands, breaking the spell I was under, and my awareness of the pulsing between my thighs came back with a vengeance. Desperately trying to avert my attention and simultaneously hide my vulnerability, I set my eyes on the screen.
In less than a few moments later, warmth spread over my anxious fingers as I realized Rachel had taken my hand. The vibrations stopped as her fingers threaded through mine. At the gesture, my body physically relaxed and slumped into the cushion behind me. I was unsure of the reason behind my halted torture and I eyed Rachel cautiously.
What is going on?
Curiosity won out, and I hesitantly leaned into Rachel, whispering, "Um, Rache—I mean, uh, Rachie, what's going on? What are you doing?"
She smiled softly and whispered against my ear, "It's Rachel, and… you're beautiful, too, Quinn. Now, watch Barbra and hush."
Her thumb continued to trace lazy circles on the back of my hand, causing a shiver to race through me. I smiled to myself as Rachel's head rested against my collar bone, and my heart leapt at the scent of her so close to me.
As the show went on, my tension eased until the opening notes of my bet's big finale began. My muscles stiffened and Rachel lifted from my embrace. A knowing, seductive smile stretched across her face, and I was instantly wet. Or wet, again. Still wet?
Fuck, it's like I'm conditioned. Seriously… can we say Pavlov's dogs?
Rachel glanced toward her fathers and saw that both of them were content to cuddle, Hiram mouthing the words as Leroy looked on in complete adoration for the small Jewish man leaning against him. She turned toward me and nodded in the direction of the stairs. Before I knew what was happening, Rachel was pulling me up from the couch and leading me out of the family room.
"Dad, Daddy? Quinn and I are going to bed. Quinn is falling asleep and she has to get up early to return home for breakfast with her mother."
Too wrapped up in each other the Berry men wished us a goodnight and sweet dreams, not once bothering to question the fact that I didn't have an overnight bag or the fact that they hadn't approved our impromptu sleepover.
I shook my head lightly and giggled to myself. Oh, how I love these men.
As we reached the bottom stair, just out of view of the family room, Rachel turned on heel and covered my lips with hers. My knees buckled under the intensity of her lips as my hands circled her lower back in an effort to hang on. Raw want pulsed loudly in my ears, allowing only the slightest awareness of a thump as something was dropped in the potted plant at my left.
Not giving one damn about it, I hungrily palmed Rachel's ass and lifted her against me. She gasped, pulling her lips from mine, and instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.
Holy shit. This is fucking hot! My inner HBIC was pleading for more as Rachel's eyes shifted back and forth between mine, begging me not to stop.
Using a strength I didn't know I still had, I managed to gracefully (and very quickly, I might add) carry Rachel up the stairs. I stopped just outside her room and pressed her into the door at her back. She groaned when I pushed firmly between her legs.
"Shit, Q, you feel so fucking good," Rachel whispered, drawing a moan from my throat as she rolled her hips against my abs.
Her movements spurred me on, and I opened the door behind her. She dropped to her feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me into her room.
"On the bed now, Quinnie." Fuck me, she has the sexiest voice.
I didn't need to be told twice as she turned to lock us in her sound-proof room. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as Rachel slowly faced me. She leaned back against her door, resting her hands behind the small of her back. Looking briefly to the floor, she blinked, and returned her eyes to mine.
The fire I saw there sent another surge of moisture to my already soaked core. Long-forgotten was the pair of vibrating panties, the apple pie, the silicon appendages, and the paddles. Right then, in that moment, we were just us—no games or gimmick. Rachel was in charge, and I was happy to follow her anywhere.
"Quinnie," she started, as she turned off the light and cocked her smile, "it's time to pay up."
Yes, please. "With pleasure…" I breathed as she pushed off the door. I was mesmerized. Rachel walked toward me at an agonizingly slow speed.
My inner selves grew impatient. Fuck. Please, hurry! I wanted her on me. I wanted me on her. Hell, I just wanted.
She smiled fully as she came into the moonlight from the window. Glancing into it, she quietly sang, "The moon over mother's saloon…Have a nice macaroon." There was a playfulness in her voice and she chuckled softly as she wiggled her hips. "I'll buy you a light beer."
I laughed, singing back at her, "Right, dear."
She started toward me again, her eyes never leaving mine. And when she reached me, she bent at her waist and leaned into me, placing her hands on either side of my hips. Overwhelmed by the arousal lack of air between us, I pulled back, and she followed. I was panting as I reached the headboard, watching as she slinked up the bed.
I swallowed thickly when she stopped, hovered over my body. Her lips brushed my ear and my inner HBIC stammered.
Goddamn. Now I know why we like being the bottom.
I told you… my submissive replied smugly.
"Quinnie, I need your help with something," she whispered.
A shiver raced through me and I wet my lips. "Anything," I choked out desperately.
"Well, you see, the last part of our song for this evening, calls for two people to sing." She finished her statement with a flick of her tongue against my ear.
"Ohh… whatever you want. It's… I'll do whatever you want."
"That's my good girl." Pulling back to meet my gaze, she directed me, "Leave the lyrics up to me, and you sing as loudly as you need to…"
Holy. Fuck. I vaguely heard a voice in the back of my mind warning me about the fact that Rachel's parents were in the same house, but I couldn't bring myself to feel even a bit apprehensive about what we were about to do. I was so open for her, willing and wet.
She flicked her tongue over the soft flesh of my lips and suddenly realized I was already close to coming.
"Please, Rachel, I want—"
"To be seen, be seen with you… "
She took my hands, pulling me to sit up straight. Her fingertips traced my palms and my forearms where she dropped them to the hem of my shirt. Skimming the skin just under the fabric, my sides quivered and she smiled that sexy smile at my reaction.
"With you on my arm," she sang again.
Her fingers curled and slowly lifted the shirt over my head, the backs of her knuckles brushing along each inch of skin as they passed. When she reached around and unclasped my bra, I smiled as my eyes slid shut. But Rachel was having none of that.
Her nails raked down my back firmly, ripping my eyes open. "Ah!"
Taking advantage of my shock, slight pain, and heavy arousal, Rachel managed to melt my insides when she spoke lowly, "Eyes open, Quinnie. Keep your eyes open."
I gasped as her rich pools of chocolate locked on my darkened hazel. So that's how we're going to play it. Fucking hot.
I watched as Rachel kissed her way across the tops of my breasts. Her teeth grazed my nipple and she sucked hard, taking the bud into her warm, wet mouth.
"Fuck, Rachel."
She smiled into her kisses and dragged her tongue along my chest. Rachel's lips continued their assault as they slid down the flat of my stomach, her eyes still loyally trained on mine. Her tongue and lips worshipped my skin and she sank her teeth into the tensing muscle.
"Christ, Q, you're so fucking delicious."
I moaned loudly as her palm flattened against my abs and she eased me down on my back. I kept my eyes on her and watched as her head lowered again and I felt her velvety tongue dip into my bellybutton.
"Yes, Rachel. So good. Let—"
I intended to say, "Let me touch you, too," but she cut me off again.
"Let's give this town a light…"
Her right hand skimmed my thigh as it pushed my skirt to my waist. She sat up and knelt between my legs, never losing eye contact with me.
Her fucking eyes. Those will be the end of us tonight. It seemed all of my inner voices were in agreement.
I felt fingers pulling on the demon panties, and in one swift movement, they were tossed off with a clunk, somewhere in the dark room as she sang, "And hit it like a meteorite!"
I smiled at her punctuality for the lyrics. She met my smile and raised me an eyebrow.
Kneeling over me again, Rachel looked at me deeply and grew serious. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty and scream in my mind, "I love you!" I was interrupted by her lips opening.
"Quinnie, when you looked at me tonight…" she started, and I didn't have to ask her what she was talking about, "you were thinking I was beautiful, weren't you?"
Her voice was even, but there was still a vulnerability to it. I regarded her for a moment as moisture gathered against the corners of my eyes. In an attempt to hide the insecurity I felt about my utter and desperate need for her, I looked away and choked down a swallow. Blinking to stop the tears, I only nodded, hoping she wouldn't press. No such luck.
"Q, you're crying. What is it, sweetheart? You've told me plenty of times that you think I'm beautiful…"
I met her eyes again as she brought up her thumb to wipe my cheek. I didn't answer—only looked at her with every bit of emotion I could gather. I wanted her to know how devastated and lost I would be without her, how much I loved her, but my voice couldn't manage the words.
Rachel searched my eyes and after a few long moments, spoke again softly.
"There's more to it than that, isn't there? What else were you thinking, Quinn? Tell me… please."
It wasn't a request. It was a demand. I didn't know how to deny her, so I gave in, completely.
"I'm so in love with you. I…," my breath hitched, "I just can't believe you're mine."
As my sentence finished, Rachel's lips were on me again and her eyes captivated mine, this time fueled by much more than teenage hormones. I was drowning with my eyes open. She held my gaze as her lips seemed to smolder against mine, burning me with every bit of feeling she had.
As she kept our mouths hotly melded, her hand smoothed over my shoulder and along the side of my breast and her thumb raked over my sensitive bud. She continued her path across my stomach to the bunched up skirt at my waist.
Thinking she wanted me to take it off, I pulled my lips from hers and tried to push up to grant her wish. Her hand returned to my shoulder and stopped my movement.
"Uh-uh, Quinnie. Leave it on. It's my favorite."
Her voice sounded like sex in the morning—raspy and wanting. It made me want her more.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and kissed her hard. She met every touch of my lips and tongue and teeth as her hips rolled into mine.
"Rachel," I managed between breaths, "please…"
Rachel broke away and panted across my face. It smelled sweet, puffing warm and desperate on my overheated skin. Something about it was so erotic. I was afraid I was going to come before she even touched me.
She must have sensed how close to the edge I was because she shifted then, moving down my chest and abs, dragging her tongue all the way. When the velvety muscle found my bellybutton once again, I moaned loudly as my eyes rolled back and shut.
Rachel's teeth sunk into the soft of my belly and I jerked to meet her gaze.
Slowly, she shook her head and sang, "Tonight—I want to be seen with…"
I kept my eyes fixed on her as her tongue dropped below the bunched up blue fabric and licked lower. Her eyebrow cocked confidently with the first swipe into my arousal.
Oh, fuck! "Oh-h, please—"
Rachel interrupted me. "Let me be seen with…"
Her mouth covered my bundle of nerves, sucking gently as her tongue flicked over me. My hips pumped into her rhythm as she realized I wouldn't take long.
I tilted my head back and whimpered, "So good, Rachel. Fuck yes."
At the loss of eye contact, her teeth scraped the outside of my clit and she plunged two fingers deep inside me.
"Holy shit!" My eyes sprung open and I willed myself to keep them on her.
"And I would like to be seen with…"
Her fingers slid back and forth inside of me, curling and thrusting at a steadily increasing pace. She flicked her tongue along my slit and fluttered it against my need.
"Ohmygod, Rach. I'm so close! Please don't stop…don't stop." I was nearly there.
"Let me hear, you, Quinnie."
I felt her tongue flatten against me and her fingers curl deep inside me. My eyes narrowed in on hers and the look in them sent me over. Those fucking eyes. My body convulsed under her, tightening around her mouth and fingers.
"Rachel! Oh, fuck, Rachel!"
She gently lapped her tongue until my entire body collapsed against the bed.
"Oh Rach, come up here. I-Just… fuck, please," I breathed as I reached for her.
Sliding her soaked fingers from me, Rachel crawled up and rested her chin on my chest. She smiled shyly. I looked down at her and not giving one damn about my previous insecurities, blurted, "I love you."
She dipped her eyes down and replied quietly, "I love you, too."
I continued, not wanting to waste my post-orgasm courage. "No, look at me, Rachel. I love you with everything that I am. You're it for me—you always will be."
Rachel blinked blankly at me for what seemed like an eternity. I wondered if she knew what I was implying by that last statement, and I began to panic.
Fuck, Fabray, why did you say that? You've totally freaked her out!
Seeming to realize she hadn't responded, Rachel shook her head to clear her daze and opened her mouth to say something.
I almost used the opportunity to spew my apologies, when I stopped myself. No, screw this. I meant every word and damn it, it's time she knew that I wanted her… for good.
I waited as she appeared to be arguing with herself. Without saying a word, Rachel nodded once, sat up, and made her way out of bed.
Genius, Fabray. Now look what you and your feelings have done! My inner bitch was appalled at the events before us.
I laid still as Rachel walked to her dresser and opened the top drawer. I was almost certain she was pulling away from me. Why else wouldn't she say something?
When she was finished with the drawer, she shut it, spun around, and placed her hands behind her back. Walking hesitantly back to the bed, she kneeled on the side and looked down at me with an emotion I couldn't decipher.
She was nervous? Unsure? What the hell is she thinking?
"Rachel?"
Before I asked anything else, she brought her hand around from behind her back. In it was a simple black velvet box. She laid it on my stomach and stared at it, swallowing with difficulty.
I traded looks between the box and her face several times.
What is that? Is that for me? That's not… no, she wouldn't. Would she? Did I want her to? In all the questions that rattled through my brain, the only thing I heard was a resounding Yes!
Rachel kept her eyes on the box and watched as my hand wavered above it. I picked up the box and sat up slowly. Rachel shifted and finally looked at me. I didn't have to open it to know what was inside. Her eyes confirmed it.
I turned once more to the box and lifted the lid carefully. Inside was a delicate, thin silver band topped with a small, but tasteful single diamond. My fingertips ghosted over it and my body felt warm. I lifted my eyes to her and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Rachel?" I questioned. I wanted to know what this meant. Did I possibly have a place in her future?
"Quinn… I… You… I want our future, Quinn. I don't want you to be in my future or me to be in yours. I want the future before us to be ours. I can't picture Broadway without you there. I can't picture holidays or vacations where you're not with me. I can't imagine not waking up with you in our bed or reading our newspaper on a lazy Sunday morning over our coffee—well, tea for me." She smiled. "I really hope you meant what you said about me being it for you and always being it for you. I love you, Quinn, and in our future, I hope you'll be my wife…" She finished softly, "I want to be seen with you…"
I stared openly at her as she rolled her lip between her teeth again. Her eyes shifted, trying to read me. My tears started welling and large, wet drops flowed down my cheeks. Rachel looked at me with regret, clearly misunderstanding the emotion behind them.
Without wanting to wait one more second, I lunged for her, box forgotten on the bed. She shrieked as I pushed her on her back beneath me. I smiled widely as the tears kept streaming and Rachel's face was the epitome of confusion.
"Q, I don't underst—"
I silenced her with my lips and she kissed me back with feeling.
Pulling away from her, I bored into her rich, mocha shining eyes and sang softly, "I want to be seen with you."
"Does that mean…Quinn, are you saying…?"
"Yes, baby. I want our future, too. I love you."
Rachel pulled me down into her lips and as our mouths caressed each other, I imagined our future together—lazy movie nights, crazy bets, wild nights with the toy box, singing, demon panties, more singing, teasing, apple pie, game nights, and Broadway, but most of all love… and Barbra.
A/N: Epilogue, coming soon, kids…