Faithfully

A/N: Oh my *blushes*

I've been reading some pretty hot stories over at livejournal, and I just have to say the amount of kink is ridiculous. I just want to say that after I finish this story I will be releasing some fillers for some of those prompts so keep on the lookout.

Anyways, here's another chapter, involving a very persistent Rachel, ha.

BTW: This chapter is named after a line from Spring Awakening's, "Touch Me" which is my obsession at the moment.

Disclaimer: Please, I would have seduced Dianna Agron into being my wife by now. And then she'd be my baby mama. It's all written down somewhere in my plans for world domination, but I haven't gotten around to it yet, so sadly, no I don't own it.

Chapter 5

Rachel absolutely hated looking for houses…she really did.

Especially when her mind was on other things.

Things, like…the gorgeous blonde she had her lips pressed to the night before.

She was hooked, and she was fully focused on the feeling of her soft lips, and her hands touching her and the electricity that filled her body at their mutual contact, that she honestly did not feel like listening to this realtor talk about the large three story house with space ready to build a studio, and the wonderful view of the city.

And as she carelessly but carefully nodded and listened to the woman talk about the perfect landscape and architecture of the home, her thoughts stayed on her blonde goddess.

She had been in love with her since…she could remember.

She didn't exactly know the exact moment, she just knew that she started looking at the cheerio different and after her giving birth to her baby girl, they became inseparable.

But not the way Rachel desired…she wanted to do things to her best friend, she wanted to kiss her full supple lips, she wanted to sexily touch her and she wanted to be more than just her confidant, she wanted more.

But for once in her life, she felt scared…and nervous, and she didn't know how to handle her budding feelings for the popular Quinn Fabray.

Some time ago she had managed to go along her high school career with an extreme amount of resentment towards the blonde, because for some unholy reason she hated the brunette's guts with a passion.

And then when she got pregnant…something snapped, it seemed.

She seemed to look at the sweet and gently forgiving brunette with a sense of longing, for a true friend or something maybe, and that gave Rachel hope…maybe she was somewhere in her heart, somewhere close to where she wanted to be.

But the moment for her advance and for her confession never came, and she let Quinn go to wherever she was going while she journeyed to Julliard.

And it was all great…it really was, the stage…the fame, the praise.

But she wanted Quinn more than she wanted any of those things. She yearned to share it with the blonde. She yearned to come home to her every night and share her tales of what happened at the rehearsals and who screwed what up, she wanted only her, and was fully familiar with her sexuality.

But she had given up hope…she didn't want to ruin the goddesses life, she didn't know where she was or if she was leading some life of luxury or if she was leading some life of true happiness.

No one knew…especially the residence of Lima, Ohio…which was the first place she had returned hoping that she could at least call the blonde and see how she was, and to wish her good luck, but it seemed everyone had no idea where or what the infamous Quinn Fabray was up to.

Except, of course…Noah Puckerman.

He informed Rachel of her whereabouts, and Rachel actually sat at his home with him and Googled her long lost lover.

And she ran with it.

She had just received an offer from a prestigious record company offering her a position as President and she was ecstatic to learn that the offices resided in L.A.

She was about to put everything on the line for her heart's one desire…more than all her Tony's and other awards,

Quinn Fabray.

And she would get her.

And after last night's events, after she finally got her desire filled after she found her mouth fused against the blonde, and they almost made love against the concrete of the night, she was going to get her. She wasn't concerned about the scared little Quinn appearing, she wasn't afraid, she actually anticipated the reaction she received.

She may not have understood those brick walls that were being established and they weren't exactly swift to get past but she was after all, the honorable and legendary Rachel Berry and she didn't give up so easily.

She had inherited a strong sense of "badassness" to match her persistence and she was ready to prove it.

She had been dying to reveal the Rachel Berry hiding beneath the plaid skirts and argyle all through her high school career.

And of course upon getting all her information about the vixen that she was oh so desperately pursuing, what was the perfect way to exemplify the behavior that was required to be said badass?

A tattoo.

And she knew what she wanted and where she wanted it, now all she needed was a certain tattoo artist to do it for her.

The rumors were that she was the best…and Rachel was anxious to find out if they were true.

And with the thought bringing a smile to her face, she took a long look around at the huge mansion that the eager realtor was attempting to show her with a certain determination.

"Okay…I'll take it."

Quinn seriously was wondering what cruel joke God was playing on her.

She was suffering a severe amount of the grumps after her kiss with Rachel, and she was looking forward to drowning in sorrow in her office all day.

But a certain knock sounded her from her reverie at half past one and she followed an excited Santana out to the floor to see a suit clad Rachel Berry standing upon her arrival and smiling at her as if she was very happy to see her.

But Quinn wasn't as pleased…on the outside of course.

Deep inside her soul she was yearning to grab the short brunette and ravage the hell out of her.

But she was not going to let her know that…or at least she wasn't planning to.

"Quinn-"

"My office, now."

And Rachel flushed at the force of the tone, the vigor in her voice actually rooting the brunette to her spot. Quinn stepped forward and grabbed the woman harshly and practically dragged her to her office…for the second time.

When they hit the doorway, Quinn still holding to Rachel tightly, she slammed the door and spun Rachel to her face, trying her hardest to resist the urge of taking her right then.

"Quinn, let go of me."

"What do you fucking want from me, Rachel?" She spat completely ignoring the futile request and pulling the brunette closer to her.

"Unhand me this instant, Quinn Fabray! I will not tolerate this barbaric behavior no matter how many feelings I have for you!"

"Is this some sort of cruel joke, Rachel? What the fuck is your angle?" Quinn said truly confused at this advance, the female having been in the presence of the blonde for three days in a row now.

"There is no angle Quinn…let me the fuck go!" And at the pure shock of the swear leaving Rachel's lips, the blonde released her.

Stepping away from the toxic being that was Rachel Berry, she ran her fingers through her locks.

"I came, because…I want a tattoo." The brunette spoke as if they hadn't had the heating debacle just seconds before, and Quinn couldn't help the shake of her head that she submitted to.

"Is this like how you moved to L.A., because of your new job?" Quinn said fiercely and Rachel resisted the attitude she wanted to display to the blonde.

"It is not. I want a tattoo, I have come to a time in my life where I require a certain sense of…wildness." She spoke and the dramatic sense of excitement that ran in the lines of her eyes actually made Quinn calm for a moment.

"Really? Well, I'm sure John-"

"I want you to do it." She spoke, cutting the blonde off swiftly.

And Quinn could not tell you how dry her mouth became at the revelation that Rachel wanted her fingers holding the pen that would be marking her.

"Me? Rachel what are you playing at seriously?" She said, and the brunette looked shyly down at her fingers.

"You're the best Quinn…and I trust you and only you…I want you to do it." She spoke, and Quinn was considering every concept of why she could certainly not do Rachel's tattoo.

And one of those budding reasons was the fact that, she could think of another way to mark Rachel.

But this…her profession, her talent at which she was good at, the thing that calmed her the most, was the next best thing and it was tempting…doing this for her.

She couldn't help the smirk that formed on her features. And Rachel was starting to think that Quinn was bipolar, seeing as she was now breifly smirking when seconds before she was harsh and cold to the brunette, talking to her as if she was poison.

"You want me to mark you?" She said lowly stepping closer to Rachel in which the girl stepped back and sat in the chair placed in front of the desk.

"Y-yes…" She whispered, her mind becoming cloudy as Quinn placed her palm on the desk and leaned down to grow closer to the already nervous brunette.

"I'm expensive." Quinn spoke, allowing her finger to fondle one of the soft waves, that looked as if they were wound of silk.

"I know…I'll pay for it." She spoke, and was wondering where the firmness came in her tone.

Quinn allowed her eyes to rake over the girl, her fears of intimacy and rejection sliding away gently.

Just how will you pay for it, Rachel?

"I'm really sorry, a-about last night…Quinn, I do mean that." She said, diverting the attention away from the sexual tension turning the room to an impromptu sauna. Quinn pulled away from the bubble of a gorgeous Rachel Berry, and turned to the window of her office that looked out onto the streets of West Hollywood.

A silence hung over them like a tent and Rachel stood nervously.

"You meant what you said?" Quinn spoke, cutting the quietness, breaking any inch of control she had left.

She felt the brunette inch closer to her, standing…watching her as she watched the outside.

"Every word."

And Quinn turned to face her, to face Rachel, her eyes hard and determined.

"Why?"

And the brunette licked her lips. "Because I want you in my life, Quinn Fabray…I miss you more than I could ever imagine and I let you get away from me so quickly…I need you." And she let her soft hands touch the expanse of Quinn's cheek.

But the blonde flinched away from the touch, further inhancing Rachel's curiousity about her being in the slightest bit bipolar.

"You didn't lose me Rachel, this is not how it happens…I'm supposed to be the one trying to get you back! I'm supposed to be the one hopelessly determined to have you!" She said frustrated obviously.

And Rachel could see the wall coming back up as she walked past her, and she grabbed her arm.

"I lost you Quinn, deal."

"I will not deal! For once I will not deal with any of this!" She snatched her arm away and Rachel stomped her foot.

"Well what exactly are you going to do Quinn? I'm standing here…so close to begging you for a chance, and you aren't giving me any sort of answers or anything!" She spat at her, pointing her finger accusingly at the blonde.

"Fuck Rachel! Excuse the shit out of me for being unprepared for this! The day before yesterday I was wondering what you were doing and where you were and now…you're here telling me that you want me." She said, and the low and harsh voice that the words were laced with caused Rachel to involuntarily shudder.

"This is why I fucking hated you in high school Quinn! You had too many god damned excuses! It never did anything productive for you." She said before she could stop herself and before she could backtrack she was grabbed and pressed close to the blonde's body.

"And you want to know why I fucking hated you? Because you talked too damn much, and you never said anything productive." Quinn said through gritted teeth and Rachel's breath lingered over her mouth.

It was a moment of hardness, two stubborn females desperately in love with the other with no way to really grab control of the situation.

"Fuck you Quinn."

And Quinn snapped.

She captured her lips quickly in a kiss, her hands secured around Rachel's wrists, while she worked her tongue through the brunette's mouth with an ease that seemed to just appear suddenly.

She bit her bottom lip, causing the girl to moan loudly before she pulled it out, sucking on the small wound. Then she pulled away from the brunette, and moved to her tan neck, pressing short bites to the skin with precision.

And she hurriedly walked her backwards to her desk, taking a hand and clearing whatever was on the wooden surface clear off.

She hoisted the girl up on the smooth wood and yanked her legs open, her pencil skirt riding up her thighs with the movement.

Rachel gasped at the feel of her fingers on the skin of her thighs and clung to Quinn with her arms around the girl's neck.

"I know a way to shut you up."

The blonde reached her hand up the skirt of the brunette coming in contact with the lace of the girl's panties and feeling the pool of wetness that was quickly growing it seemed.

She bit the girl's neck while her hands reached for the fabric to pull her panties from her body.

"Oh my god, Quinn." Rachel pressed her lips to the blonde with urgency and reached to pull her shirt from the girl's body.

She moved to her earlobe, biting it as Quinn's fingers teased the dark curls of her slit, tantalizingly running across the wetness.

"Would you like for me to shut you up, Rachel? Judging by your wet slit, I'd say yes," Quinn all but groaned out as the brunette licked the shell of her ear.

"Yes…Quinn…please." She whimpered and Quinn felt like she was going to burst at the sight of the flustered Rachel Berry with her head thrown back the ends of her hair touching the desk.

She bit the brunette's neck before she shoved two fingers into the girl, knuckle deep.

"Oh fuck!"

Quinn felt her eyes roll back at the feeling of Rachel's walls around her fingers, tight and clenching.

"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking tight.." She murmured using her other arm to bring the girls legs around her waist as she braced her own body with her hands on the desk behind her. Quinn thrust her digits forcefully inside of the girl, watching as the coconut colored eyes fluttered closed at the indescribably pleasurable feeling.

"It feels…so good…Quinn," She moaned and reached for Quinn who pulled her body back upwards to press against her own. Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck.

"Look at me, Rachel." She commanded and the brunette opened and locked her eyes with the hazel ones of her lover.

She added another finger without warning and Rachel cried out in ecstasy eliciting a moan of pleasure from Quinn.

"Fuck Rach…" She threw her head back, before pressing her lips to the girl who was rocking against her fingers with a determination.

"Yes Quinn…god yes…" She was loud and wet and wild and Quinn was close to her own edge.

"Shit Rachel…I've wanted you like this…wet on my desk as I fuck you senseless, I'm the only one who can do this to you, you know?"

"Yes Quinn…harder…" She moaned wantonly and Quinn held on with her other hand to the skin of her thigh, gripping it as she worked Rachel Berry into a fit.

"Tell me…"

"Only you…Quinn…" She was heading towards an uncountable high now, so close, almost there but a certain blonde was refusing her release.

"Only I can what?" She was slamming her fingers, curling and twisting them to hit that spot while the girl clung to her desperately mouth next to her ear and fingers clutching the strands of Quinn's hair.

"Right there Quinn…Oh yes, please…" She exclaimed and Quinn was slightly aware of how close she was to releasing herself, but held off, the noises of the brunette causing her to grow aroused, finding her body rocking with the timing of her skilled hand.

"Say it!" She hissed biting the brunette's neck.

"Only you can fuck me Quinn…I'm forever yours…only yours…" She moaned, and the blonde girl allowed her fourth finger to join the rest as she pounded senselessly into Rachel, the words that fell from the girl's lips turning her into a sort of animal.

"You're fucking right Rachel Berry…I'm marking you…you're mine…understand? Huh?" She spoke and she was aware of the speed that she was working Rachel's lips with causing the girl to buck her hips forcefully onto her fingers and she came undo slowly as Quinn pinched her clit with a final series of thrusts.

"Quinn! Oh!" She cried out, her whole body stilling as she held on to the blonde girl while she rode out her rocking orgasm, sobbing the girl's name repeatedly while the waves wracked her body over and over again.

Quinn, at the sound of Rachel's ecstasy, found her own body shaking…fingers still embedded in the girl as her juices flooded her panties, her forehead stuck to her lovers while sweat encased them both.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the heat adorned space and Quinn pressed her lips to that of Rachel's sweetly tasting the spent brunette, and resting her free hand in the bed of silk waves.

"I need you…" Quinn said the words softly, the vibrations good against Rachel's lips…maybe with more conviction that Rachel had earlier said it with.

"I'm just…scared."

"I know, and we'll deal...later." Rachel whispered before moving the luscious mouth over that of her lovers bring both her hands to cup her face while she did so, and Quinn made the movement of removing her other hand but Rachel hissed.

"Stay…please…"

And Quinn stared at the big brown orbs, that seemed to be pleading for her existence.

"I want you to stay for as long as possible…please."

So then Quinn rested her hand in the curve of Rachel's heat as if her hand was specifically made for that position.

They sat like that, on the desk…a tangled mess of half clothed, sweaty, lovers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

Minds filled with worry were banned from this gorgeous moment, only unworried expressions of desire and meaningful kisses tainted the air, and Quinn allowed herself to just feel…

Everything.

A/N: Wow…so…I'm totally just beginning with these two, haha! Hoped you enjoyed…that was officially my first femslash smut moment…hope it didn't suck.

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-Mimi