Thank you all for your reviews on the first chapter. You all seem to have come to the conclusion that someone cheated and that said person was Quinn, despite the fact I tried to not give anything away. Interesting...
I would just like to note: sex scenes/foul language is for you guys only, Rachel does not go into explicit detail about either two whilst she is telling Lucy and Alex the story. How she works her way around that is explained in this chapter. (hopefully)
15 Years Ago
Rachel stares at the suitcase situated on her bed, filled to the brim with clothes that sh eknows she just has to have with her. She inspects the suitcase, her eyes narrowing as she begins to walk around it, like she's trying to decipher the pink bag. Placing her hands on her hips, Rachel looks at the suitcase in contemplation. Then, without warning, an animal like scream escapes her mouth and she pounces upon the bag.
She jumps up and down on the bag, willing for the lid to close, a growl ripping it's way through her clenched teeth. She can feel her pulse pound in her neck as she continues to wrestle with the suitcase beneath her.
Rachel grows increasingly annoyed at the stubbornness of the bag and sits atop of it, her arms crossed and a petulant pout on her face. She glares at the six other suitcases lined up against her wall, all ready and waiting to go.
"Why can't you just co-operate like the rest?" She asks the suitcase, gesturing to the others.
"Are you talking to your suitcase again, Rach?"
Rachel's head whips over to her door, spotting Kurt standing in the doorway with his hair styled perfectly, his clothes specifically picked out for this day, not a speck of lint on any item upon his body and a small smirk gracing his lips.
A sigh escapes the tiny brunette. "He just doesn't want to co-operate with me!" Rachel exclaims, jumping off the suitcase.
Kurt's eyes dart to the other suitcases against the wall and then to Rachel, his eyebrow raising every so slightly. "Do you really need to bring a seventh suitcase?" He asks, walking further into the room and inspecting the suitcase on Rachel's bed in a manner very similar to Rachel.
Rachel huffs and shakes her head, looking at Kurt like he's stupid. "Of course I do! I need to make sure I'm properly packed for every single thing that could happen whilst we're over in Dubai."
A laugh sounds from Rachel's doorway, causing Kurt and Rachel to whip their heads over like a couple of meerkats. Rachel rolls her eyes when she sees it's just Santana, leaning casually against the doorframe, her own single black suitcase sat beside her.
"What could possibly happen in Dubai that needs you to pack so much of your crap, Berry?"
"What does crap mean?"
Rachel's eyes widen at her son's words. Shit, she wasn't meant to say that. "Uh-It's a very bad word, Alex, you must never use it, okay?"
"But what does it mean?"
"It means a lot of things."
"Like what?"
"Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"...Yes."
"Then be quiet."
"You've packed like we're going away for six months, we're only going for two weeks." Santana continues, without letting Rachel explain herself.
Rachel huffs and places her hands on her hips. "A lot can happen in two weeks, Santana."
"Still doesn't explain why you packed so much." Santana says, looking at the suitcase in amusement. She pushes Kurt aside and flips open the lid.
Rachel watches in horror as Santana begins to go through her suitcase, throwing numerous things away. Rachel's mouth falls open when she sees Santana throw away her cuddly brown teddy. She rushes over to the teddy and picks it up.
"How dare you throw Barbra like that!" Rachel says, glaring at the Latina.
Santana barely even lifts her head. "Listen, Hobbit." Rachel huffs at the nickname. "We're going to Dubai, a place that will have thousand of untouched Arabic Pussy just waiting for us to dip our fingers into."
Both Rachel and Kurt scrunch their noses up at Santana's analogy. Santana points at the bear in Rachel's arms. "Having that with you, will most certainly make sure you don't get any."
Rachel looks over at Kurt for help, but he only shrugs and grabs another one of Rachel's suitcases. "Sorry, hunny, but as hard as it is for me to say, Santana has a point." He opens Rachel's second suitcase and begins to search through just like Santana.
Rachel stands back and watches in increasing horror as item after item is thrown from her suitcase. She tries to object when certain item are thrown, but neither of her roommates/friends hear her...well, listen to her. The pair of them are snickering like a couple of five year olds during the whole time.
After about ten minutes, Rachel's room is covered head to toe in clothes and only one suitcase is left sitting on her bed.
"You made one good decision in your packing, Berry." Santana says, coming to stand next to a shocked Rachel.
Rachel looks at Santana, her mouth hanging open.
"At least you packed some sexy underwear. Wasn't it just yesterday you were saying how you had no intention of hooking up with anyone?" Santana asks, a smirk on her face.
The smaller brunette closes her mouth and crosses her arms, Barbra still in her arms. "I still don't." She says. "But it never hurt to be cautious."
Santana gives Rachel a knowing smile. "Right, whatever you say." She says before moving to grab her suitcase. "You bitches best hurry up, I wants to get my ass on that plane pretty soon." She says to Kurt and Rachel before leaving the room.
Rachel grabs her one suitcase from her bed. She stares glumly at the mess left in her room and whines softly. She feels Kurt pat her shoulder lightly and chuckle softly.
"You'll thank us soon enough." Kurt says, before moving his hand down to grab hold of Rachel's. "Come on, we don't want to keep Santana waiting."
She's going to hit her. If the damn girl next to her doesn't shut up for one second, Rachel will hit her with her Barbra Streisand Biography resting in her lap. You heard correctly, Rachel is willing to risk damaging her beloved autobiography of her beloved star if it gets the woman next to her to just shut up!
One more sound and she's going to do it. Her hands begin to tighten around the book cover. She watches the woman beside her from the corner of her eye as she tries so hard to focus on Barbra describing her time as Fanny in Funny Girl.
She can see the woman's throat bob, the skin on her neck tightening as her vocal cords go to vibrate. Rachel takes a deep breath in and then-
"Argh."
With one swift movement, Rachel closes her book and delivers a blow to the woman's arm, matching the glare being sent to her with her own.
"Will you please shut up!" She harshly whispers.
Dark eyes glare at her whilst a tanned hand rubs at the spot Rachel hit. "What's wrong with you, Hobbit?"
Rachel rolls her eyes. "You've been complaining about these seats as soon as we boarded this damn plane!"
"It's not my fault that these seats are so fucking uncomfortable! Why does Lady Hummel get to sit up in First Class whilst we are left back here?"
"Are you the designer who's designs are going to appear in the fashion show, Santana?"
"It's only a fashion show in Dubai, not fucking Milan!"
"And if it was don't you think that we would be up in first class with Kurt? Or maybe even have a plane to ourselves?"
Santana frowns at Rachel's words. "I'm still not happy."
"Can't you just be happy for our friend? This is a big deal for him."
"I never said I wasn't happy for him. I'm just not happy about these damn seats." Santana huffs, punching the itchy blue material.
Rachel rolls her eyes. "Well we've got three more hours in here so you better get used to them soon."
Santana ignores Rachel and turns her attention to the window. Rachel watches her for a moment before finally re-opening her book and continuing where she left off.
"I've gotta say, Hummel, at first I was doubting even coming on this trip, what with the terror that was the plane." Santana says as the trio walk into their hotel room, "But now, I'm thinking that being friends with you isn't such a bad thing after all." She says with an approving nod.
Rachel has got to agree with Santana. The room is really quite wonderful. And big. Very big. As soon as you walk in, you're met with the sight of a very homely looking living room, with a small flat screen television, a sofa bed and an arm chair. Paintings of what Rachel can only assume to be the beaches of Dubai hand upon the white walls, with the odd plant placed here and there. Right at the back stands two sliding glass doors leading out onto the balcony that overlooks the sea. Close to the front door is another sliding door that Rachel assumes is one of the double bedrooms. Walking further into the room, Rachel spots the bathroom just off the side of the balcony, with another door next to it. Rachel heads straight to that, gasping when she opens it.
A luxurious double bed with silk sheets sits in the middle of the room, a large, arabic style rug resting on the floor in front of it. A dark wooden dresser sits against the far wall, a mirror placed just above it. Rachel spots two fluffy white dressing gowns hanging outside of what she assumes to be the closet and squeals in delight. She walks further into the room and places her suitcase upon the bed. She looks over the white silk sheets, leading up to two very fluffy pillows, surrounded by even more fluffy and colourful pillows. The she sees them. Then, she squeals.
"Oh my god!"
Santana and Kurt come rushing into the room, wondering what Rachel is squealing about. Rachel turns to them, a huge grin on her face and holds out her hands.
There, lying in both her palms are two complimentary mints, bth wrapped in a green wrapping with the name of the hotel on them.
With one look at each other, both Santana and Kurt squeal and hold out two of their own mints, exactly identical to Rachel's. All three of them squeal in excitement and jump up and down on the spot.
"What's the big deal? They're just mints." Lucy says, distracting Rachel from continuing the story.
"What's the big-" Rachel falters, blinking slowly at her daughter. "Lucy, Auntie Santana, Uncle Kurt and I are all from a tiny town. We never get complimentary mints there. So, it's a pretty big deal."
"But why?"
"Because they're free mints!"
"This place is top notch classy shit right here." Santana says, hurriedly unwrapping one of her mints and shoving it into her mouth.
Both Rachel and Kurt look at her in amusement, causing her to narrow her eyes. Her mouth is still full of the mint when she slowly threatens them.
"You tell anyone about this," This says around the mint, "You're dead." And with that, she turns around and walks out of the room.
Kurt and Rachel look back to each other and giggle, beginning to unwrap one of their complimentary mints.
"I can't believe we're actually here." Rachel says, placing the mint into her mouth with far more grace than Santana.
Kurt nods and follows Rachel's movements, walking further into the room. He folds his arms over his chest and inspects Rachel's bedroom with a critical eye. "You chose well." Kurt says in approval. He walks over to her window and looks out into the town.
Rachel unzips her suitcase as she waits for Kurt to say something less than complimentary to her about her choice of rooms. She knows it's coming, and she has an inkling of a feeling what it's going to be about. She raises an eyebrow when she picks up a thong from her bag. She does not remember owning such a thong. Sure, she owns lacy underwear, but never has she thought about wearing a thong.
"It's a shame." Kurt begins to say. Rachel rolls her eyes. Here it comes. "My room has a much better view. A view to match the one in the living room." He finishes, turning around to face Rachel, his eyebrows raising in surprise when he spies the thong in Rachel's hands. "I didn't know you owned a thong."
Rachel quickly drops the undergarment and blushes. She quickly changes the topic. "Well, you're the fantastic designer that has brought us here with your talent, it's only fair you get the better room." Then she quickly adds, "And I don't own a thong."
Rachel listens and Kurt walks closer to her, peering over her shoulder into her suitcase. "I don't remember seeing it when Santana and I re-packed your bag." He says, picking up the thong with his pinky finger. "I remember seeing lacy underwear and packing that for you, but not...this." He says, stretching the waistband of the thong before letting it ping across the room. It hits the mirror with a soft thump before falling onto the dresser.
Rachel gasps and quickly runs over to the undergarment and places it into the top drawer of the dresser. She rushes back to her bag, eyeing the clothing that her roommates packed for her. She doesn't remember packing such clothing, she thinks as she picks out short shorts, tank tops and short dresses. She can't see any of her usual clothes.
"Oh, Santana and I took the courtesy of buying you a whole new wardrobe for this trip." Kurt says, picking up one of the dresses and smiling fondly at it.
"Wha-Why?"
Kurt looks over at Rachel with an unamused expression. "Hunny, even though your fashion sense has improved a lot since high school - I am thanking the heavens that you have finally gotten rid of all your argyle - but even the clothes you have now are not right for Dubai."
"What's wrong with the clothing I've got?" Rachel asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We're here in Dubai for a fashion show, and quite frankly, your clothes are no longer in fashion. I couldn't let you come here with out of fashion clothing, honey. So we went shopping…" Kurt pauses and looks over at the drawer where the thong was lying. "Come to think of it, Santana did disappear off on her own for a bit and came back with a few lingerie bags. That's probably where the thing came from." He says with a grin.
Before Rachel can answer him, Kurt grabs Rachel's suitcase and throws it onto the floor. Rachel gasps in shock, staring at the clothes that had fallen out and onto the floor. Kurt rushes around her room for a few moments before stopping beside her once more. She looks at Kurt and watches as he places out an outfit for her, the new thong included.
"Hurry up and get dressed, unpacking can be done later - tonight, we're going clubbing." He says with a grin before skipping out of Rachel's room.
Rachel stares at the sinfully short black dress, thong and matching bra laid out in front of her with an open mouth. The audacity of her friends to think it would completely okay for them to go buy her a whole new wardrobe. Oh well, she thinks, as long as they didn't use her own money. Rachel sits herself down on the bed, looking at the clothing laid out beside her with a tiny frown.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Kurt says, poking his head back into the room. "We borrowed money from your piggy bank to pay for the clothes." He says with a cheeky grin before disappearing once again.
Rachel groans and falls backwards so she's lying down on the sheets, her eyes gazing up at the intricately painted ceiling. She follows the trial of the stars above her, thinking about how realistic they all look against the dark background. It's truly beautiful. Sparkly gold paint must have been used to twinkle like that, Rachel thinks.
With a huff, Rachel pulls herself up and begins to undress herself, replacing her shorts and white t-shirt with the tight black dress and underwear. She slips on the heels that had fallen onto her floor before making her way over to the vanity. She quickly runs her hands through her hair, making it look messy, but not too messy that it's out of control. Seconds later, Kurt comes walking back in, wearing a navy blue blazer, white v-neck shirt and black trousers, with a makeup bag in his hand. With one hand landing on Rachel's shoulder, her pushes her down onto her bed, before bending over, a brush poised and ready in his hand.
"Hold still." He says as he reaches forward and swipes the brush across Rachel's eyelid. Rachel relaxes and allows Kurt to do her make-up. He's always been so much better in the make-up department than herself. That's why Rachel always sticks to a light layer of mascara before leaving the house - she never has the time or patience to do all of her make-up. Nor does she have the skill to not make herself look like a sad clown hooker.
After a few minutes of breathing exercises to let herself relax as she waits for Kurt to finish, Kurt sings a soft "Tadaa!" before stepping back and letting Rachel inspect his handiwork in the mirror. Dark eye shadow and eyeliner covers her eyes, making the dark chestnut of her iris to really stand out against the white of her eye. A blusher just a skin tone darker than her own is sweeping upon her cheeks lightly, making her cheekbones look more defined than before. Finally, a layer of pink lipstick is painted upon her lips, making them look fuller and bigger. Rachel sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and looks at Kurt through her eyelashes.
Kurt smirks at her. "Hunny, with that look, you're making me almost re-think my sexuality. You'll be fighting off all the girls and boys on that dancefloor." He says.
Rachel releases her lip and grins brightly, clapping as she does so. "Let's go1" She says, grabbing Kurt's hand and dragging him out of her room. She's met with the sight of Santana in a skin tight red dress, similar to Rachel's, leaning against the door looking incredibly bored. She looks over at Rachel, her eyebrows perking up ever so slightly.
"Fucking finally." She says, pushing off the door. "Looking hot, Berry." She says with an approving smirk. She glances over at Kurt. "Not bad, Hummel."
Kurt rolls his eyes and gently pushes Santana's shoulder playfully.
Just as the trio are about to leave the room, Rachel quickly remembers something and rushes back into her room. Picking up her last mint, Rachel tucks it safely away in her bra.
She taps the boob that is holding the mint before walking out to join her friends.
Best to have a minty mouth than a stinky mouth.
Unbelievable. Just un-fucking-believable. Rachel had a feeling this would happen. It always happens when the trio go out clubbing with each other. Here's how it goes:
They'll arrive together, happy as clams. They'll buy one round of drinks each - shots, most probably - then Santana will find someone to aim her sights on and within five minutes, be practically dry humping that person on the dance floor. So it will just be Rachel and Kurt. However, Kurt will then pick a man out in the crowd himself and approach him. He will only ever come back if the man turns out to be straight, but after living with Santana for nearly a year now, Kurt's gaydar has improved since high school. So, more often than not, there will be only one. That one being Rachel. Rachel will stand around for a bit, smiling shyly at people around her, hoping her friends will soon come back. They never do. So Rachel ends up leaving.
Guess what's happened?
The same thing as always.
Once again, Rachel is left to stand alone at the bar, angrily sipping on a vodka and coke. This is her...third? Possibly. Who knows? Rachel Berry fucking doesn't. All she knows is that she is starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol, and can no longer taste the vodka in her drink. Maybe she's had a few more than she wants to believe.
Rachel glares angrily at the dance floor where she can see Santana happily grinding against a very eager Arabic girl. She's always been envious of how easy it is for Santana to pick up girls. All that girl has to do is smirk in a girl's direction and she's got them into bed with her. It's now the same with Kurt. He has guys approaching him all the time when they go out. Rachel doesn't know if it's because she's always so oblivious to everything or if it is simply because she's unattractive, but it never seems to happen to her.
"Hey there, pretty Lady."
Rachel slowly looks to her right, raising her eyebrow at the man standing beside her. He's wearing an over-confident smirk on his face. Instant turn off for Rachel. As soon as someone is too confident, Rachel is put off. She gives the man a once over. He looks the same age as herself, obviously works out - if the muscles on his arms are anything to go by - and has a god awful mohawk resting on his head. He's let it grown, Rachel thinks, because it looks more like a dead animal on his head than actual hair.
The man doesn't seem to falter at Rachel unimpressed look and instead, leans against the bar. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asks.
The brunette motions to the drink in her hand. "I've got one thank you." She says before turning away. Rachel knows she's being rude, but after five seconds of meeting this man, she's had enough of him.
"I see how it is." The man says, amusement in his voice. "Playing hard to get, I like it."
Rachel rolls her eyes. It's either you're playing hard to get, or you're a bitch if you turn down a guy. "More like I'm not interested."
The man chuckles. "Maybe not now."
"How about, not ever?" Rachel asks, turning to look at him with a fake, sweet smile.
Another laugh escape shim and he holds his hand out to her. "I like you." He says. "I'm Puck."
Rachel raises an eyebrow at this 'Puck' fellow. He only smiles at her and elaborates on his name.
"My real name is Noah Puckerman. My friend's call me Puck."
Rachel places her now empty glass on the bar, turning to stare at the assorment of drinks behind the counter. She patiently waits for the barman to come over to her before asking for a top up. Once he gives it to her, Rachel delicately picks up the glass, turns to look at Noah and takes a sip from her drink.
"It was nice talking to you...Noah." Rachel says before walking away, making sure to walk through the crowd so Noah has no chance of following her.
After swerving in and out of gyrating bodies, Rachel manages to find her way back at the bar, this time on the other side of the club. She sighs in relief and leans against the dark wood, thankful to have gotten away from Noah. She eyes the crowd of dancing people in front of her, trying to find her friends.
As she look at the crowd, a particularly close couple separates from each other for a split second. That's when Rachel sees her. The most beautiful woman she has ever seen.
She can't see her face clearly, due to her face being angled down so she can hear the man sitting next to her, but Rachel saw enough to decide that the woman is certainly very stunning. Then, as if it's in slow motion, the woman lifts her head, her eyes coming to rest on Rachel.
And Rachel heart stops.
Her eyes. They're so vibrant. So captivating. Rachel feels like she's being sucked into them, she can't look away. The brightest green Rachel has ever seen stares at her intensely. Rachel can tell that the woman isn't even listening to the man next to her anymore as the two of them play out their intense staring contest. Then, the woman's eyes move the tiniest bit, to look further down Rachel's face and at her lips. Instinctively, Rachel licks them, stopping a small moan from escaping her. Jesus, all this woman is doing is staring at her and already Rachel is feeling hot all over.
Then, without breaking her gaze, the woman turns to angle her face at the man and excuses herself.
Rachel's pulse begins to race as the woman stands and begins to elegantly make her way through the crowd. She doesn't have to push, shove or duck like Rachel did. The crowd just seems to park for her. Just by walking through them, this woman has commanded them at her wish. It's extraordinary.
Rachel gulps when the woman comes to stop just beside her. Her gaze breaks to look Rachel up and down before a smirk pulls up on the plumpest, pinkest lips Rachel has ever seen.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," The woman says, her husky voice sending shivers down Rachel's spine. "But you must be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Rachel's dead.
She must have died and gone to heaven. There's no way a woman as stunning as the one in front of her would say that to her. No way. Not at all. But then Rachel's brain catches up to itself and Rachel realises that yes, this beautiful, stunning, sexy woman has said that to her.
"Are you hitting on me?"
Fuck. Why did she say that? Now she sounds like a bitch. Rachel mentally slaps herself. If there is a award for the most stupid thing to say at the wrong moment, Rachel would have won it five times over.
But luckily for Rachel, the woman in front of her doesn't seem to be knocked by her comment. Instead, her smile turns into a grin and she moves to lean next to Rachel.
Oh god. Is that her perfume? She smells so good. Rachel thinks she might faint soon.
"Depends." Her voice goes straight to Rachel's core. "Is it working?" She ask with a cheeky grin.
Oh dear lord that grin. It's making Rachel melt inside. Quick brain, work!
Rachel bites on her straw and looks at the woman through her eyelashes. "You tell me."
And the smirk is back. Green eyes twinkle at Rachel in amusement. The woman-who Rachel now notices is in fact blonde, a gorgeous blonde-shakes her head softly. Green looks away briefly before turning to anchor Rachel down once again.
"I wouldn't call it 'hitting on' per say."
Rachel raises an eyebrow, feeling that the alcohol has now kicked in with full force and given her some confidence. She places her glass down and mimics the blonde's stance. "Oh? And what would you call it?"
"Admiring the truth of what I see."
She's a puddle. Just right there, on the dirty, sticky floor, Rachel is now a puddle.
The blonde stands up straight and holds a hand out to Rachel. "I'm Quinn."
Rachel looks into the blonde-Quinn's eyes, finding that the bright green she saw before has now turned to hazel. She smiles and takes the blonde's hand. "Rachel."
Rachel revels in how soft Quinn's hand is in hers. She also notices how Quinn doesn't remove her hand from Rachel's, and instead, keeps hold of it whilst intently watching her.
"Do you wanna dance?" Quinn asks, gesturing to the dance floor as the next song comes on.
Rachel recognises the first few bars to be 'XO' by Beyonce. She smiles, this song is a personal favourite of hers.
Her heart jumps when Quinn entwined their fingers and starts to pull her into the dancing crowd. Quinn looks over her shoulder a few time at Rachel, her grip on Rachel's hand tightening ever so slightly until they stop right in the middle. Feeling the alcohol pump through her body, the music wrapping itself around her, Rachel lets herself loosen up. Smirking at the blonde in front of her, Rachel throws her hands up into the air and begins to sway her hips to the beat.
She watches as Quinn's eyes follow her hips' movements, before starting to dance in a similar fashion to Rachel. Rachel winks at the blonde and steps a little closer to her, her arms coming to rest on the blonde's shoulders. She moves closer so there's minimal space between their hips, but not so close that they're touching.
Rachel throws her head back when Quinn's hands come to rest on her hips, losing herself in the music and the close proximity between herself and the blonde. Slowly, their hips move closer until they're sensually grinding together. Rachel looks at the blonde, repeating the look she gave Kurt in the hotel room at Quinn. It seems to work as Rachel watches Quinn's eyes grow darker, her lip moving to sit between two rows of perfectly white teeth,
'In the darkest night hour
I'll search through the crowd
Your face is all that I see
I'll give you everything
Baby, love me like XO
Baby, love me like XO
You can turn my light down'
Rachel feels her head move closer to the blonde so their cheeks are resting against one another. She feels Quinn's breath in her ear, so soft, soft delicate. She feels weak at the knees. Her senses are on overload. Quinn's touch is burning her skin, her smell is making Rachel's head dizzy. Everything about the blonde in her arms is making her dizzy.
She loves every part of it.
She panics when she feels Quinn pull away. Oh god, what did she do wrong? Is Quinn not comfortable with this closeness? Oh god, she's such an idiot. Of course she's not. This is way too personal-
Fireworks.
That's all Rachel can see right now as Quinn's lips press against her own. The blonde's hands move from her hips to cup her neck and cheek as their lips begin to move against one another. Every connection of their lips is like another firework going off behind Rachel's eyes. At some point during their kiss, a moan is heard, but Rachel isn't sure if it was from herself or Quinn.
Then Rachel feels her lip get pulled between Quinn's teeth and she knows the next moan is from herself. Quinn takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into Rachel's mouth. Rachel grabs the blonde's hair and pulls her closer, almost mounting the woman on the dance floor.
Suddenly Quinn pulls away. Next thing Rachel knows is that she's being dragged through the dance floor and out of the club's doors into the cool Arabic night air.
Then they're in a taxi and back to kissing just as heatedly as they were in the club.
Rachel feels like shes about to explode from want. Before she can even blink, Quinn releases Rachel's lips and moves to her neck, biting and sucking her way along the skin. Rachel releases a throaty moan. She has never wanted a woman more than right now.
There's no denying it. Rachel's going to have-
"Ice cream!"
Rachel blanches and looks at Lucy with surprise. "It's too late for ice cream, Lucy."
Lucy rolls her eyes. "No, not that. Momma told me that you went back to have ice cream together."
Rachel looks at her daughter with a strange expression on her face.
"You looks like you couldn't remember so I thought I would help."
"Oh. Thank you." Rachel says, with a smile. "Yes, we had ice cream."
"Was it good ice cream?" Alex asks beside Lucy.
Rachel smiles. "It was the best ice cream I have ever had."
They're naked. Clothes have been thrown haphazardly around the room in their haste to undress each other. But Rachel doesn't care. All she cares about is the woman currently lying on top of her and how much she wants her.
She feels Quinn's hand slowly start to trail down her body, making patterns along her stomach and causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Rachel giggle softly into Quinn's mouth before pulling the blonde closer and pushing her tongue into Quinn's mouth. Quinn moans at her action and stops trailing her finger down Rachel's body. Rachel pulls back from Quinn briefly.
"Stop teasing." Rachel says, her voice husky with arousal. She's never been so aroused in her life.
A smirk graces Quinn's face. The blonde doesn't answer Rachel and instead, leans down to place a delicate kiss against Rachel's lips. When Quinn pulls back, Rachel softly gasps when she looks into Quinn's dark hazel eyes. Quinn is looking at her differently. It's like something changed within Quinn when she kissed Rachel so tenderly. Gone is the lust that was raging in the hazel eyes. Now, now there is something Rachel can't quite place. All she knows is that it is making her heart flutter.
Quinn's face disappears from Rachel's view when she bends down to place kisses all along Rachel's neck, causing the brunette to moan loudly. She feels Quinn chuckle against her skin as she moves further down Rachel's body, her kisses becoming more and more forceful.
A gasp escapes Rachel when she feels cool air blow against her clit. Rachel sits herself up slightly, looking down at the blonde head between her legs. Then, before she can even blink, Quinn's mouth is upon her cunt, her lips wrapping around Rachel's hard clit with an eagerness Rachel has never seen before.
Rachel's eyes slam shut at the sensation of Quinn's lip sucking at her nub, sending wave after wave of pleasure through out her body. Rachel's hand move down to grab onto blonde hair, a loud moan ripping from her body when she feels Quinn's tongue push it's way through her throbbing entrance. She feels her muscles tighten at the feeling of Quinn's tongue pulling in and out of her. Quinn's tongue is soon replaced by fingers when Rachel's feels Quinn place her lips around Rachel's clit once again.
Rachel feels it building. The coil within her belly tightens with each thrust of Quinn's fingers.
Then, with a single curl of Quinn's fingers, the coil comes undone as Rachel tumbles over the edge, white heat ripping through her like a tilde wave. The loudest moan Rachel has ever created leaves her mouth.
Rachel barely registers Quinn moving back up her body and lying down beside her, her mind has been hijacked by something Rachel can only describe in two words.
Pure bliss.
Thank you
Question: do you guys want me to continue putting in little cuts that puts you in the present day of Rachel telling the story to Lucy and Alex, or leave that out completely?
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