Faithfully
A/N: So, I have surpassed a hundred reviewers which makes me extremely happy! I just want to thank you all for being fantastic readers. I also want to acknowledge my hundredth reviewer starophie. She is an amazing writer, who has only had positive feedback for me so go out and read her stories, and thanks again starophie for reading and reviewing!
Anyways, enjoy this chapter folks, because if you know me…you know I like to reek havoc. And havoc I shall reek…after this chapter.
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BTW: Once again this chapter is titled after the song from my favorite musical, Spring Awakening.
Disclaimer: Since hilarious reviewer, Mrs. Dianna Agron, has reportedly proposed to the object of my affection Dianna Agron, my plans of world domination had been slightly deterred. But no fear! For now I will settle for the honorable Lea Michele, (yum), and continue my pursuit of Dianna Agron on the side. As for owning Glee? It's still in the works.
Chapter 8
There was something about the term "girlfriend" that caused a stir in Quinn Fabray.
Maybe it was the fact that when she had taken it upon herself to realize that she was indeed a lesbian, she wasn't exactly familiar with the term itself.
She knew that she would never have one, since the object of her affection…that same exceptional brunette that she previously hadn't been in touch with was far from her grasp.
So the term wasn't exactly dear to her, unfortunately.
But two week's worth of dating that same woman…that same target of romantic attention, and then finally being able to be comfortable with the label itself had a sense of satisfaction that Quinn was looking forward to feeling more often.
There was an honest feeling of contentment when she and the singer went out to dinner every other night, or met up at a diner for breakfast…or had lunch at the office or the tattoo parlor. It was the fact that she could put her hand on the brunette's thigh and squeeze it or laugh at something she said that made the term…stick.
Being Rachel Berry's girlfriend was so…fulfilling, it made Quinn ecstatic. Being able to feel in her heart that she finally had achieved her goal in life and that she had actually done something to be proud of, made her almost go to church.
Almost.
When she was in the same room with the shorter girl it was like the air around her was filled with a ray of light, a certain euphoria…it was like some type of magic being sprinkled around the two.
It was…surreal.
Quinn was almost sure she had never felt anything like it in her entire life.
She was intimately attached to this person…she was so tied up in everything that had to do with the woman.
She found herself thinking about her constantly…texting her throughout each day, unable to get enough of her fix.
Every evening, date or not, the brunette would come by either her home or her workplace and allow the blonde to care for her new tattoo, both for the sake of health and the eager chance to be within the same breathing area as the blonde.
That would comprise of Quinn moisturizing the "wound", and giving Rachel a full out massage, oil and all.
She would trail kisses about her shoulder and they would share whispers of loving and erotic conversations.
Quinn would admire her work on the piece…the inscription giving her a feeling of possessiveness over the girl, even more so than she had felt before.
Because that one word, that one title…had actually stood for so much in Quinn's eyes. It stood for so much when she allowed herself to be branded by it, and now it meant a great deal because her desired lover had a matching inscription, and she had inscribed it.
It was like she had signed her named to some sort of contract or something.
It was perfect.
But it was a curse in its own special way, because she was allowed to take care of this spectacular creation and admire her work on her girlfriend, but she was forced to refrain from showing her just how much of her belonged to the blonde.
She couldn't really brand her.
She couldn't make love to her for two weeks, and coming upon the last few days of the second week, she found herself growing hot in arousal whenever she was around the brunette.
She was reduced to a frenzy when they would start up and she would find her tongue wedged around the brunette's but she wasn't allowed to let her fingers finish the task of proving her devotion.
It was so agonizing.
Not as agonizing as going nine years without her touch though.
But it wasn't one sided.
Her chestnut eyed sweetheart was eyeing her with same since of longing each time they spent time together.
Small touches of the back, and passionate kisses were becoming irritating because they weren't becoming enough to tide her over.
Why the fuck wasn't it enough to tide her over?
Because she as well was finding the other woman to become some type of sickening addiction.
And two moments of intimacy wasn't doing much for her fix these days.
She could constantly feel the blonde's lips and fingers and everything, everywhere. Memories of secluded alleyways and offices raged through her mind constantly and all she could do was constantly peel skin from her tattoo and pray that the fucker would heal soon.
Very soon.
Because she was miserable.
And Rachel Berry hated being miserable almost as much as she hated having any type of sickness that affected her voice in any way.
Gaining the title, capturing each others hearts, finally, was so great…but it just wasn't the only thing fueling the tied up fire between the two.
It was hard to be in love with someone freely and carelessly and not be able to make love to them until the wee hours of the morning where you could get out every bit of frustration and feeling.
Rachel longed the feel of Quinn's skin.
Quinn needed to feel Rachel's skin.
It was absolute madness.
Chaos however only ran for so long. And now it was a Friday afternoon, a certain special Friday afternoon as a matter a fact.
Two weeks since Rachel's tattoo.
The final day of the healing process.
The day she would unwrap her bandages.
Quinn found herself pacing around the floor of her West Hollywood workplace. Kim, the receptionist was watching as the anxiety took over her boss and had to admit that she was insanely happy to see her boss anxious about anything.
"Quinn?"
The blonde whirled to meet her employee's eyesight, "Yes, Kim?"
"I just wanted to ask you if you were expecting someone?"
"My girlfriend is supposed to be here soon…she took her bandages off today." Quinn said rubbing her hands together.
It was the one day she had ditched her shorts in order to dress a little nicer. She had on a white spaghetti strapped dress and a pair of gold sandals.
She wanted to be the girlfriend Rachel always desired in high school…ignoring the inked inscriptions on her body.
Her evening had been carefully planned.
She was looking forward to having a nice dinner with her lover, before they would retreat to the club where she actually came to reunite with the brunette, starting all of this craziness that they were now stuck in.
And then, she would take her home and make love to her until the morning came and halted them.
It was genius.
So you could imagine the nervous and also animated energy that was running through her veins uncontrollably. She was hoping that all of the pacing and worrying would refrain from putting her hair in disarray because she was hoping to actually look somewhat classically presentable when her girlfriend arrived.
She turned to the truly amused receptionist.
"Does my hair look okay?"
Kim couldn't ignore the laughter that flowed happily through her veins at the question, seeing as her boss was a bit of a badass and usually was in the least concerned about her appearance.
Quinn's face hardened at the woman's uncontrolled laughter at her serious inquiry about her appearance.
"Fuck you Kim! I'm serious…" Quinn spoke clicking as she continued her circle of impromptu strutting in an unconscious routine.
"I'm sorry, Quinn. You look very pretty…as a matter of fact I don't think I've ever seen you wear a dress." The woman said her eyebrows raising in earnest surprise, but her red cheeks contradicting the feelings she was trying to portray.
Quinn couldn't deny the smile that made it's way to encompass her face.
"You think I look pretty?"
Kim chuckled at the child like happiness at the revelation and grinned even wider than before. "Yes, you're a very beautiful woman Quinn, if I was a lesbian…" but the sentence was unfinished thanks to the woman's laughter and the blonde rolled her eyes.
"Once again…fuck you Kim, I'm bored with you, I'm going to do something more interesting."
And with that she stalked past the front desk back into the back hallway of the shop, walking impatiently past Santana's office, and into her office where she found Rachel, the reason for her impending anxiety leaning on the edge of her desk holding a large bouquet of roses.
"I'm sorry I didn't come in the front…I wanted to surprise you."
Quinn was rendered speechless. It was the fact that there stood the love of her life smiling and holding a bouquet flowers.
And it was even more that there stood her love wearing a very tight strapless red dress that seemed to show off every interesting and monumental feature on her body.
"I-I…I'm surprised." Smooth.
Rachel had curled her chestnut locks and they fell in soft curls, framing her face and causing the intake of Quinn's breath to shorten considerably.
The woman held out the flowers to the blonde with a grin. "These are for you…I remembered making fun of you back in high school, because you liked the cliché of roses."
Quinn smiled before she licked her lips, stepping forward to take the gift from the shorter girl's hands, lowering her eyes to the flowers before setting them down behind her on the desk and pulling Rachel in and pressing her lips against hers with a simple movement of hands and arms.
The full lips of the brunette enveloped that of Quinn's and she found herself sinking into the feel and touch of the girl period.
It was like a security blanket. She rest her hands on the small of the brunette's back finding that there was no material…anywhere, and she begrudgingly pulled her self from the embrace that they had been sharing.
She looked at the flushed girl who had yet to open her eyes…
"Rachel?"
And the brunette was seemingly brought out of her daze with the address, opening her eyes to look questioningly at her lover.
"Hmm?"
"What are you wearing?"
"A dress…?"
Quinn laughed at the confused answer to her slightly unusual question and she stepped further back to pull Rachel's arm and twirl her around, as if some sort of model.
And when she met the sight of Rachel's bare back, she found the singer celebrating the success of her finished and healed tattoo in more ways than one.
Her whole back was out, even the very bottom of her back…as a matter of fact the fabric landed right under her tattoo, and Quinn briefly wondered how the hell did the girl manage it. It was barely avoiding exposure of her ass, that delectable ass…
"Rachel…how-"
"I had it made, isn't it gorgeous?" She unleashed her hold in Quinn's hand to spin a little more playfully around in the artist's presence.
Quinn really feared answering the exuberated woman's question for fear of nothing actually coming from her mouth, because all it felt like was pure cotton. The sight of the end of the girl' s curls touching the dip between her collar bone and then the shining bareness all the way down to the inked cursive looking more and more like a branding as she stared at it, was just too much…
"Quinn?"
And the blonde looked up with nothing short of…dark fire in her hazel orbs. She touched her hands to Rachel's back and silently drug her hands slowly down the curve of the skin, running her fingertips erotically across the skin, printing silent words unseen and important on the space.
Rachel seemed to relish in the feeling and let her head fall to the side, lolling as Quinn leaned her head on the bare shoulder, letting her eyes look downwards to the obvious dedication that she had had the chance to actually bless the already blessed skin with.
She let the already wandering tips of her fingers trail and trace the piece with a sense of contentment and she pressed her lips to the skin her forehead had been previously occupying, letting the mouth tell a story of love and devotion and appreciation to the brunette who sighed, the feeling of Quinn's fingers and lips officially overwhelming her being.
She rolled her head around to fall backward as the taller blonde moved from her shoulder to the crook of her neck where she allowed her lips to take refuge once more, marking a message much different than the one on her back.
She darted her tongue out to taste the flesh that she was sure tasted as sweet and succulent as candy, eliciting a breathy moan from the brunette.
"Quinn…" She whispered and the woman dipped her hands downwards past the flimsy almost sheer material of the dress to the plump ass that she had staked her love so earlier on life.
"I don't have on any panties…"
And Quinn's world crashed at that moment. She couldn't suppress the groan that escaped her lips at the declaration and she bit the space of neck that she was devouring letting her fingers knead the flesh of ass that she was paying attention to, more so now that the knowledge of nothing in her way lingered in her system.
Her hand slinked around the hips of the woman, over the bare area of her slit, and feeling the wetness that was slowly forming.
"I could fuck you right now…" Quinn leaned into her ear and whispered earning a hitch of breathing from the shorter singer.
"I know…"
"And I know you want me to…don't you?"
"I do, Quinn…I want you to fuck me…" She whined turning to Quinn to capture her lips in a kiss filled with passion and want, her arm sliding upwards to hold her head in place while she worked her mouth over the blonde's mouth in a urgent desperation for attention.
The blonde circled the outer lips of the woman, making the girl gasp in her mouth, before she pulled her hand from the area to spin the brunette around in their tango to fully cover her mouth with her own, Rachel's arms around her in a tight grip, finger's fisted in her mane of blonde locks, while Quinn gripped the covered flesh of her ass squeezing as she slid her tongue past the opening of her plump lips.
The brunette moaned at the contact of their tongues, the two dueling for dominance, the want for success so evident, but Quinn knew what she wanted. She wanted a desperate Rachel, and that was what she was going to get.
Because she was Quinn fucking Fabray.
She sucked on Rachel's bottom lip, pulling it out before biting it and earning a gasp from the brunette as she slapped her ass, before indulging in the inside of her mouth once more skipping her tongue into the area exploring every crevice, twisting and turning in almost a poetic way to intertwine with hers and the woman stepped backward with the motion making her way to back herself into the desk.
"Fuck, Quinn…I need you…" She gasped tearing her mouth from the blonde's as she moved to the crook of the brunette's neck once more, sucking in earnest, hoping to earn a nice little mark of which the woman would have hard time getting rid of.
She bit…hard.
And the sound that she caused was music to her ears.
"Oh shit!" Rachel cried and she pulled Quinn's hair forcefully which was too much of a turn on for the blonde, and she was almost deterred in her mission, but she continued to lick and create a natural piece of art, one that didn't use ink.
The brunette was spreading her legs, the short dress rising up with the movement and Quinn was barely resisting the urge to slide in between the apex and make herself at home like she had done so many times, but she managed to refrain.
And with lots of regret she managed to yank her lips from the hot spot of the girl's neck.
"We've got to stop, Rachel…"
"Seriously?" Came the response, and Quinn could hear the frustration in the brunette's voice, which only turned the blonde on further.
"Yes, I'll ruin your dress, and we've got reservations and shit, I actually had something planned tonight, baby."
The term of endearment just flowed from the blonde's mouth and the shorter girl almost looked insanely happy until it dawned on her that, Quinn's baby or not…she was still horny.
"But Quinn…your mouth, feels so good…it's unfair." She pouted, the big wide brown eyes looking at the hazel one's in the greatest puppy dog look Quinn had seen in a long time.
She had to stay strong this one time, though.
She pressed her lips to the girl's in a searing kiss before moving to her ear. "Let's have dinner, and a couple of glasses of wine and celebrate, and then we'll go back to your place and I'll use my mouth to christen that big brand new bed of yours."
The thought had Rachel's eyes burning with a desire that was long lost.
Quinn licked the shell of her ear. "My mouth doesn't just feel good on lips, baby…" she whispered and Rachel gripped the fist full of blonde hair she had been holding, she yanked her head up by the locks anyway, and staring solely into the eyes of the woman she was so in love with, she held her in place with both hands on the bottom of her neck, some of the fingers still wrapped around strands of hair.
She inched close to the woman, noses rubbing against each other softly.
"Promise?" She said, her husky words hanging over the swollen lips of the blonde who grinned brushing her mouth across the brunette's one last time.
"Promise."
Sitting through a long romantic dinner with Rachel was therefore deemed, unbearable.
It was ridiculous.
Quinn had never had trouble controlling her desires in public before.
Not counting those last few times, because it had been seriously hard to contain the attraction.
But something about tonight, about the way the dress was cut strapless, around her breasts and dipping low above her pert behind made her even more desperate to have her than she was before sighting the beautiful woman.
It was agonizing, it was some form of personal torture that whoever was up there in the higher stages of life was inflicting on her.
She was sipping wine continuously, while she focused on the lips of her lover, who was going on about her days at her job, and about the incompetent people that she was forced to work with.
But really she wasn't only barely paying attention…she was too focused on the movement of the lips, down to the forming bruise on her neck and all the way to the tan fingers that were holding the straw and circling the martini she was sipping on.
It was a magnificent sight, her plump and slightly swollen lips, wrapping around her spoon as she ate her dessert, way passed the point of dinner, the chocolate dripping so, tempting down her chin…
"Rach…you've got a little…"
And before Rachel could reach and attempt to wipe the offending sauce from her face, Quinn had leaned over the table and wiped the substance off wit her thumb, what she wasn't expecting was for Rachel to catch the thumb between those lips, and suck the chocolate clean from the skin of that same thumb.
Quinn actually felt the hooded look take over her eyes at the sight of the big brown orbs staring up at her from the greedy sucking that was taking place.
She bit her bottom lip, before replacing her thumb with her mouth, moving the full lips slowly against the brunette's, earning a gasp from the blonde.
"God, Quinn…how much…longer before I…can have you?" Rachel whispered in between kisses and Quinn grinned at the girl's desperation, it was shocking how hard it was for the oddly more mature woman to hide her arousal.
The blonde pulled back, reaching over the table to grab the brunette's hand, licking her lips missing the taste of the girl.
"Eager?"
Rachel blushed and pushed a strand of her curls behind her hair. "I just have missed you…" She spoke huskily. And Quinn had to ignore the fluttering of her heart, at the tone of her girlfriend's voice.
"Baby…I missed you too. But San and Britt are gonna meet us at Twist, and I was thinking we could all hang out for a little bit, maybe dance and drink some beers or something?" Quinn offered and she instantly saw the girl's face light up.
"Well then, sure. I would love to go dancing with you and Santana and Brittany." It was the infamous Rachel Berry smile that stretched from one end of her face to the other end and brandished the white teeth that Quinn couldn't help but match the smile with her own.
"And that actually brings me to a question I have been meaning to ask you, do you remember that night when I first saw you again…in front of the club?" Quinn asked with a curious smirk on her face.
Rachel looked down at her drink before leaning to sip it once more.
"Yes?"
"What exactly were you doing there?"
"I was actually…across the street." She spoke with a small chuckle and Quinn squeezed her hand before bringing it to her lips.
"I was at this gala, that was actually honoring me for becoming the new Universal president-"
"Rachel Caroline!" Quinn said feigning admonishment. Rachel laughed and rolled her eyes before raising her free hand to move the offending curl from her eyesight.
"Relax! It had ended…and I was so curious about the place…it looked so lively, so…fun. I wanted to know what a gay club was like…what it felt like to be around other lesbians."
"So you considered yourself a lesbian?" Quinn asked with an eyebrow raised. Rachel bit her lip grinning at the girl.
"I considered myself a lesbian twelve years ago."
"Hmm…well considering that you had two gay dads to help you realize that you were a lesbian is amazing…" Quinn said grabbing her glass of wine.
Rachel tilted her head. "I actually didn't consult my dads…I talked to um, Shelby." She said sounding a little nervous when she spoke it.
Quinn looked up from her sip, a little surprised.
"Really? She helped you realize it?" The blonde said with a incredulous look on her face. Rachel grinned.
"Um, yes. It was a little bit of an awkward situation, she didn't really know what to say to me but she just told me that if I was gay that I should have no problem accepting it, and that my fathers would still be proud, which I already knew, she even came with me to tell my dad's." Rachel said glancing down at the finished ice cream.
Quinn smiled, before asking, "How did the conversation come about?" She inquired and Rachel looked at her, matching her chestnuts orbs to the hazel ones.
"I told her that I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Quinn could almost feel her breathing hitch in her throat at the declaration. Of course she was in love with Rachel ever since that night twelve years ago, but she didn't actually figure herself gay until about two years after that fateful night.
"You couldn't stop thinking about me, after…?"
"Regional's. I went to Shelby's the next day…because I knew…I knew that I wanted you, and I knew that I was a lesbian."
"Wow." Quinn said and she grinned if possible, even wider at the girl. She looked down at their intertwined hands.
"I actually didn't accept the fact that I was a lesbian until I was in college…" Quinn whispered and Rachel smiled.
"I figured it would harder…because of your parents…" Rachel offered and she saw the fire in her girlfriend's eyes.
"They have nothing to do with me. I don't want anything to do with them…understand. The moment I knew I was in love with you, I knew that after high school I would leave and never come back and never have to deal with them and their fucking perception of me."
Quinn was actually seething a little, and Rachel reached upwards to press a cool hand to her lover's face.
"Calm baby…we don't have to talk about them…not now, not if you don't want to." she said softly and Quinn leaned into the touch, squeezing her hand once more.
"I just…I'm sorry but I never told them Rachel…when I left, I left. I haven't talked to my parents since…and I would rather not. I don't want them interfering with my feelings for you, with us." She said looking deep into the other girl's eyes. The brunette pressed her lips to the blonde's and moved them passionately against them with a moan at the sensation of the tongues meeting up once more.
"I've got you now, and I don't ever want to let you go, I don't want to lose you." She whispered and Rachel smiled at the words, her forehead pressing against the blonde's.
"You won't baby…I promise." Rachel provided and Quinn wet her lips for the thousandth time that day.
"Let's go, San and B are waiting for us." Quinn said, and with a wave of her hand she called the waiter over who seemed to be already watching them judging by the beet red color of his face.
"Check please."
When the duo deemed Rachel and Quinn met up with the Latina and her wife they were pleased to know that the two had already conjured the usual booth in the VIP section.
"Fucking hell Q, what were you two doing? Fucking?" Santana asked her hard eyes not actually as tough as they usually were, staring the blonde down, after they had been seated successfully, now reveling in the blaring tones of the music and the heat of all the bodies pressed against one another.
"No, but I don't doubt that was what you two were doing, right?"
"Right!" Brittany answered with a smile passing a beer to the girl with ease before scooting over to sit next to Rachel.
"Can I see your finished tattoo Rach?" She said her eyes lighting up with interest.
"Oh yeah Berry, that is what we're celebrating isn't it?" Santana offered raising her eyebrow and raising her bottle in some sort of odd solute, that caused Rachel to blush.
"Cheers to Rachel's tattoo!" Brittany squealed before leading the consecutive swigging of the beers.
"Alright so let us have a see then, Barbara." Santana ordered, and Rachel looked at Quinn before standing and removing her black blazer to reveal her low dipped dress and the perfectly placed inscription.
Santana gasped as well as Brittany and Rachel looked over her shoulder. "What is it? Do you guys not like it?" She questioned genuinely worried about the reaction of the two women.
"Quinn…?" Santana asked looked from the piece to the blonde, who grinned at the looks of the two friends.
"It's fucking gorgeous isn't it?"
"But it says…"
"Quinn doesn't your tattoo say the same thing?" Brittany asked seeming a bit confused. And Quinn smiled warmly looking up to Rachel and signaling her to turn back around.
"Yes Britt it does, you could say Rachel and I have matching tattoo's." She offered shrugging her shoulders and Rachel smiled while nodding her head to the rock music blaring behind her.
"That's like me and San!" The exuberant blonde said excitedly.
Santana palmed her face and shook her head while Quinn laughed and Rachel's eyes lit up.
"You guy's have matching pieces? Seriously? Where?" She spoke, swigging her beer before plopping down next to Quinn.
Santana glared at the laughter coming from her best friend before she removed her own jacket to reveal her fairly sized tattoo on her right shoulder.
And Brittany excitedly moved her dress down a little to show hers on the left shoulder.
It was gorgeous; a drawing of two hands with the pinky intertwined and underneath were the name's of the other in cursive.
"That's beautiful…"
"We got them on our moon trip!" Brittany said turning to Rachel excitedly, and the brunette furrowed her eyebrows.
"Um…"
"She means honeymoon, we got them when we came back, I had Q do them as our wedding present." Santana said with a roll of the eyes, but a smile on her face nonetheless.
Rachel looked at her lover with a smile. "They're gorgeous Quinn…" She said and the blonde shrugged.
"One of the easiest drawings since I watched them walk around like that for years." She said with a laugh and Rachel nodded in agreement drinking some more of her beer before the space was invaded by a smiling strawberry blonde.
The same strawberry blonde.
"Well what do we have here? Mrs. Frigid herself?"
"Nice to see you again strawberry." Quinn spoke sipping her drink with a roll of her eyes. Rachel narrowed her eyes at the woman that knew Quinn. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms possessively around the blonde she called her own.
"Who's your friend?" The strawberry blonde spoke, still otherwise nameless. And she moved her eyes to Rachel eyeing her body a little hungrily.
"Taken." Santana spoke her eyes hardening.
"I think she can speak for herself." The blonde spat snapping her head to Santana, and Rachel reached her hand out, and when her shoulder's heightened, Quinn knew the stance in which she was reverting to.
She was Universal Studios President in that one moment.
"My name is Rachel Berry, pleased to make your acquaintance, and you are…?"
"A bitch."
"Santana that's not nice!" Brittany admonished, slapping her wife playfully on the arm and Quinn had to laugh at the sight before she quickly darted her eyes to the connecting skin of the strawberry and her girlfriend.
"My name's Rebecca." She said drawling it, obviously in hopes of impressing one hardly impressed Rachel Berry. She lowered her lips to the hand she had acquired and attempted to mixed the parts before Quinn reached forward and snatched the hand from the offending mouth of Rebecca.
"Is there a purpose for you attempting to hit on my girlfriend?" Quinn said and Rachel looked to her in shock, not actually ever hearing the title empty the blonde's mouth in the head-bitch-in-charge way it just did.
"She didn't say anything of the sort, being your girlfriend, I mean." Rebecca spoke challenging Quinn who raised her perfectly arched eyebrow with incredulous thinking.
"It doesn't matter what she said, she belongs to me. Understand? So why don't you get the hell away from our table before I remove you, myself." Quinn said standing and the strawberry seemed like she was gonna challenge the girl, but when the hot faced Latina stood beside her as tall and as in charge, she cowered a little.
"That means, fuck off." She spat and the strawberry, Rebecca rolled her eyes with pursed lips and turned to walk away.
Rachel could only really comprehend two things;
1. Quinn called her, her girlfriend.
2. She was really horny.
The blonde turned her head to look at her very red-in-the-face lover. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be all possessive-"
"Can we dance? I just want you close to me after that." Rachel spoke, cutting her off. Quinn raised her eyebrows at the heaving chest of her lover, before dragging her out on the slick dance floor.
Brittany and Santana soon followed them to the crowded area, and before Rachel knew it she was engulfed by sweaty bodies and heavily breathing females causing her to blush just a little.
"I don't really dance…" She said into Quinn's hear leaning on her tip toes a little.
Quinn smiled and cast a quick glance at the couple next to them before grabbing Rachel's hands, their fingers intertwining.
"Just listen to the music…you should know how to do that, Mrs. Platinum selling recording artist…" Quinn said huskily, moving her arms a little and Rachel laughed before moving her hips steadily to the bass bumping behind her ears.
Quinn watched her as she dropped one hand to drag down her body while she moved, and she forgot that she was actually dancing with her for a short moment.
She used the hand she was holding to spin her around, pulling her snugly to her both of her hands resting firmly against her hips.
And Rachel leaned into her, both of them moving as one hips gyrating against one another at a paced that matched the beat of the song that was playing. Something about how if your not really here, then I don't want to be either. Quinn had heard it before but couldn't really say she had time to process how much she liked the song considering how her girlfriend's hips were bucking backwards directly into her center to the beat and it wasn't helping her attraction lessen.
Not that she wanted her attraction to lessen.
"Fuck Rach…" She moaned into the girl's ear, which was placed perfectly under her chin, since she found her head resting on her now a little damp chest.
Rachel was the embodiment of sexy as she moved grinding her hips, her ass into Quinn with every passing pump of the bass.
It was like sex…with music.
Panting was equally passed between the two and Quinn was sure that at one point they had an audience.
"I want you Quinn." Rachel breathed, looking up from her position, still using Quinn as her personal pole, and she turned to press her chest against the girl's.
"Rachel…"
"Don't you want me Quinn?" She asked sliding down her body leveling her face with the blonde's center before turning a gyrating circle as she rose, pressing her body to Quinn's in all the right places, making the blonde shut her eyes.
"Don't you want to touch me? Don't you want to feel me inside of you, because I want you inside of me, I've been craving you all fucking day…" Rachel whispered and the blonde sucked in a breath of air with pleasure.
The singer's hands were trailing her body at a leisure pace, fingers making their way up under her dress quicker than she could stop them…and before long, they were in her lace underwear, tracing blonde curls that were only for the brunette to see.
"Rachel!" Quinn said throwing her head back as the brunette slid one finger deep into the girl's mound causing her to moan.
"Damn you're wet baby…I can't wait to taste you…" The brunette said before attaching her lips to the smooth gold skin of her lover's neck tasting sweat mingled with the essence of Quinn which made her hum in satisfaction. The song was developing now, something like,
I want to be next to you…black and gold…
Rachel was allowing the lyrics to sink into her system as she pumped Quinn with that same finger, her teeth creating a frenzy of things on the girl's neck. She allowed her to wrap her own fingers in her curls pulling harshly as Rachel used her thumb to play with the girl's swollen clit.
"I need you Rachel…fuck…right now!" Quinn growled, pulling her head to look at the brunette who was licking her lips, and well…her fingers.
The hazel eyes were hooded when they contacted hers and she knew,
It was on.
"Let's get out of here."
The blonde led the way, the song drowning in her ears as she pulled her lover quite quickly from the place, retreating back to the booth where they collected her jacket and a quick goodbye was spoken to Santana and Brittany.
It wasn't until they exited the club that Quinn realized she was rushing.
"Quinn, baby, you've got me all night…" Rachel whispered hanging on to the girl as they stalked.
"I plan on fucking you all night, I'm just ready to start now…"
But Rachel couldn't ignore the laugh that entered her system at the lack of patience that was floating through her blonde harlot's system.
Entering the giant house, felt so natural to Quinn.
Even though it was her first time she was entering the large home, and it currently was being well spent with her lips attached the owner, and not actually paying attention to the actual home.
Maybe that was what made it feel so natural.
The shorter girl, kicked the door shut, her hands roaming over Quinn quickly feeling every inch of every spot with a great deal of attention.
Rachel moved in a beeline down the blonde's neck earning a groan as she bit harshly on that spot once more.
"Fuck Rachel…I thought you planned on showing me around this place…" Quinn breathed as they backed up, maybe in the living area? The darkness was turning even darker with every step they took.
"You'll see every…room." Rachel whimpered into her neck huskily and Quinn pulled her from her body.
"Take me to your bedroom."
They were spoken so seriously. Eyes were locked to eyes and a mutual understanding was passed from the two.
It was that simple.
And so the brunette took her hand, leading her up the spiral staircase, until they reached a set of double doors.
She opened them and stepped into the room facing Quinn, but she didn't notice.
She was taking in the space. The high ceiling and the giant bed, the white crisp drawers and armoire.
The gold carpeting and the gold…everything.
It was obviously her favorite color and she definitely had come a long way from the pink middle school-esque décor she had acquired in high school.
The room all together felt…royal, but sexy.
Quinn was more than impressed, and visions of herself spending lots of time in the space struck her as appealing…as appetizing.
It wasn't until the sound of fabric hitting the floor, that she took her eyes off of the room and focused them on the spectacular woman that was in front of her.
Who was currently stark naked, aside from her red pumps.
She had kicked her dress to the side and hadn't been joking when she spoke of no undergarments.
Nothing but skin and brown eyes and dark hair greeted Quinn with an almost shy smile and Quinn stepped out of her heels to find that she was taller than the shorter woman.
"I want you."
"Then come get me."
Quinn stepped forward to the girl, reaching out to touch her neck, fingers caressing the cheekbone.
"I've always dreamed of this…you naked for me." Quinn whispered locking her eyes with the brunette's both sets clouding over with lust and want.
"And I've dreamed of being naked and ready for you…" Rachel said closing her eyes as her lover's hands made their way to her stomach, running a trail from the spot on her abdomen to her breast, touching in the slightest and earning a loud gasp from her.
"Sensitive?" Quinn questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Rachel bit her bottom lip nodding and Quinn had the sudden urge to lock it within her own teeth, holding it captive and sucking on it.
She let her soft fingers trace the outline of the part, feeling the flesh tracing the marks of their growing before sliding across a nipple slowly, her other hand now making it's place on her ass.
With the coming contact of Quinn's finger and her nipple, Rachel whimpered reaching her own hand to lock over Quinn's and they both moved over the breast easily paying attention to the flesh, kneading it and pinching the pert nipple with affection.
"Shit Quinn…" Rachel called and Quinn traveled her other obviously free hand to the front of the flustered girl's pelvis finding her bundle of curls very interesting.
She brought her interested fingers to the spot only to find slick juices waiting for her and she smiled.
"So wet…already." Quinn said softly before she pressed her lips to Rachel's full ones and they shared a full kiss that made them both moan in pleasure as Quinn started backing her lover up towards the king size bed waiting patiently for them.
She allowed her tongue to slide hungrily into the brunette's mouth and fondle fiercely with hers unwinding and winding, fighting for dominance and Quinn smiled, before acting upon her thoughts and biting her bottom lip, before pulling it out for her to suck on making Rachel bury her hands in the blonde mane.
"Jesus Christ baby…" She let go of the now even more swollen lip and nudged Rachel, who fell back to the bed in such an angelic fashion that Quinn almost pinched herself to make sure that moment was actually real.
The girl scooted up and positioned herself upward on her elbows and looked at Quinn wantonly.
"Strip for me." She spoke and Quinn raised an eyebrow at the request.
She wasn't sure what the demand entailed, but she reached behind her and unzipped her dress slowly before she reached slide her straps off her shoulders and allow the dress to slide easily from her body.
When it fell, it revealed her black lacy lingerie that had been messed with earlier and Rachel had to stop herself…because she forgot how to speak.
"Wow…"
"It's for you…I got it for you." Quinn said, wondering briefly how her voice grew so husky when she spoke the words.
"I love it…really." Rachel said and she beckoned the girl to come to her, in which she did, and Rachel wrapped her arms around the waist, letting her fingers dip a little below the slight material of the thong.
"I want you to let me taste you Quinn…" Rachel said, looking up into her eyes and the blonde smiled at her, before she leaned down to take her lips within her own once more latching both hands onto her cheeks holding her in place as they played, before she leaned her back placing her thigh harshly to the girl's center, making the brunette buck.
"Yes Quinn…" She hissed, and she pressed herself against the bare thigh which caused Quinn the moan as her own center found a thigh.
"Take the panties off…I want to feel you, shit Quinn I need to feel you." Rachel pleaded and she slid her hands down to hook in the thong, sliding it down her ass with ease, letting her hands touch the skin of her thighs as well.
They resumed their position, now with no barriers and Quinn sighed at the feeling.
Rachel grabbed her and locked their full lips again and Quinn couldn't stop herself before she thrust upwards against Rachel's thigh forcefully, making a sensation flow throughout both of their bodies.
She let her hands grab the brunette's, intertwining their fingers before slamming them behind her, as she started a slow rhythm, their movements becoming frenzied and needed and pants of breath filled the air around them.
"Fuck Rachel…you feel good." Quinn moaned before she leaned down to take a nipple in between her teeth, making the brunette cry out.
"Oh, Quinn! Yes…" She humped a little quicker at the sensation and the combined movements achieved a faster speed making Quinn let go of the breast that she had been suckling and burying her face in the crook of the girl's neck.
It was an indescribable feeling, her center pressed against Rachel's thigh and vice versa, the slick thrusting of their bodies as they tried desperately to retrieve a release, a bond so tight encircling the two that it was becoming hard for Quinn's brain to focus on anything else.
"Fuck Rach! Yes…I'm so fucking close…" Quinn moaned out, her forehead pressing against Rachel's their breaths mingling with one another.
And on cue, Rachel reached from Quinn's grip, to fondle the blonde curls, sliding a finger past the walls of the girl earning a loud gasp.
"Shit!" She cried at the sensation, feeling a bead of sweat fall from her forehead, and she reached to touch Rachel herself, taking a different approach and sliding two fingers into the girl who joined her in crying out in pleasure.
"Fuck me Quinn, fuck me…" She cried in a frenzy, thrusting and moving wildly against the blonde as her lover in turn did the same, pressing her lips against the girl's and fisting her locks and she did the same.
And they were just a tangle of bodies moving at a fast pace against one another trying to reach a height of indescribable pleasure that it was wearing on every piece of energy they owned.
"Right there baby, right there…come with me, Rachel!" Quinn groaned as Rachel penetrated her spot directly with two fingers and Quinn pinched the brunette's clit with ease causing her to throw her head back and scream out with the blonde as they reached a simultaneous brink of ecstasy.
"Fuck yes, Quinn, Quinn!"
It was drawn out and then swallowed by the blonde's kiss as they soared for a moment, floating on this otherwise unattainable erotic bliss that they had achieved.
Quinn removed her hand from the girl's nerves uncaringly, pulling her deeper into the embrace, wedging her tongue past her lips easily and sucking on every crevice and space of her mouth.
When they grew tired and weary and breathing became a necessity, she pulled away trailing light kissed in a line down her neck before burying her face comfortably into the crook of her neck, and Rachel wrapped her arms around her back, her fingers playing with the blonde hair.
"That was…"
"Amazing." Rachel finished with a slight laugh and the blonde joined her.
"I love you, and I'm sorry for all the torture I put you through for so long."
"I love you Quinn…and I forgave you a long time ago." Rachel whispered pressing a kiss to the top of the girl's head.
Lying there for a moment, Quinn savored the place she was inhabiting until she allowed herself to murmur against the golden skin.
"Can we just stay like this for a while?"
"We can stay like this forever, Quinn." Rachel said smiling and letting her eyes drift to a close, but not before hearing her equally spent lover whispering her response.
"Forever."
A/N: Whoo! That took like three days to write!