It had taken them the afternoon, but they had finally made it back to the school. Rachel had needed the extra time since her body was still recovering. In the moment, she had put off her soreness to pleasure her girlfriend, but walking out of the motel she could feel that she'd be paying for it. They had stopped at a small restaurant on the way to grab a bite to eat with the money left over from the bus ticket and her stomach was now less upset. It was the first meal she had eaten in four days so she had made sure to take it slow. Now they were ready to enter her old room at the school and she remembered the way she left it. "You'll have to forgive the mess, Quinn. I...left in quite a hurry," she sighed and turned the doorknob to enter the bedroom.
Seeing the bloody note on the floor, the brunette quickly moved to pick it up and threw her bag down near the dresser. She stepped over to the bed to pick up her bloody shirt and folded it up to throw it in the garbage. "Feel free to make yourself at home. I don't really have many things so there should be quite a bit of room for you," she turned back to her girlfriend after cleaning up with a small smile. "I'm going to unpack my few things and then I really want to take that shower." She felt sticky and uncomfortable. Despite her lack of sexual prowess, she was intelligent enough to know that her underwear was most likely ruined from their earlier activities.
Quinn had kept their pace as slow as possible - Rachel had seemed very sore and tired, even after their long rest, and she hadn't wanted to rush her at all. Their brief meal sat a bit uneasily in her stomach, but she knew that she needed it, so she'd eaten willingly enough.
"Don't be silly," she murmured, "I did the same. I'm hardly the world's neatest person anyway." She saw the note that Rachel picked up and felt a dagger of guilt when she realized it was her letter. She'd never forgive herself for the words she'd written on that page. I'd ask if I could shower with you, but that probably wouldn't help how tired you look. Quinn marvelled a little at how easy it was getting for her to communicate silently. I'll unpack while you shower. And then I think we should try and get a bit more rest.
Rachel offered an apologetic smile to Quinn as she unpacked the few things she owned and placed them into her drawers. "Please get comfortable," she said, grabbing a few pieces of clothing to change into after her shower. She sighed in relief at Quinn's statement. Now she wouldn't have to make an excuse as to why she didn't want her girlfriend to see underneath her clothes. I'll be quick. I just want to wash of the blood and clean myself up a bit. Once I'm done you can take one yourself and then we can rest.
She moved to quickly give Quinn a kiss before turning and heading into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and beginning to undress. Rachel moved slowly, not really wishing to aggravate her sore muscles and she dropped the connection between herself and Quinn to rest her power. The connection between herself and the pink-haired girl was effortless, but she was still on overdrive from the previous few days. The brunette grabbed two painkillers and swallowed them to help with the pounding in her skull before turning on the hot water and stepping into the shower to wash away the dirt and blood from her body.
"That shouldn't take long," Quinn smiled. "I'm already comfortable." She stretched, her back popping. Sounds great. If you need anything, just call me. Especially if it's cleaning those hard-to-reach areas, she winked.
Once she was alone, she sat heavily down on the bed with a sigh. Everything had changed so dramatically, so quickly, and the most amazing part of it all was that she was happy. Really, truly happy. She felt her connection to Rachel disappear and frowned. She hated not being linked - it made her feel alone. But she knew Rachel had to rest, and she assumed that was part of it. She unzipped her bag and pulled out some sleeping clothes, leaving the rest where it was until she'd had a chance to discuss closet space and dresser drawers with the brunette, and took a long look around the room.
If she'd thought her own room (her half, at least) was sparse, it was nothing in comparison to Rachel's. There were no pictures, no decoration, nothing at all that marked it as hers. Quinn quickly decided that she needed a picture of the two of them to hang on the wall, and decided to take one as soon as she could.
Rachel cleaned herself quickly, not really wishing to dwell on things. She didn't really like looking at herself too much. Every scar that lined her body was a memory she wished to forget and she already had enough regrets in her life. Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and dried her body before using it to drain the excess water from her hair. Dressing slowly to avoid anymore pain, she noticed that the painkillers had dulled her migraine quite a bit.
Once finished clothing herself, the brunette grabbed her brush to make her hair less unruly and brushed her teeth to make sure Quinn wouldn't have to deal with any other terrible tastes or smells. With a final look over herself, she nodded and opened the bathroom door to step out. "It's all yours, Angel," she smiled to her girlfriend and hung up her towel to dry. "I'm just going to do a bit of reading while you're getting clean. I was already behind before this past week. I do not relish to think about now." She pouted a little, but moved to sit in a desk chair cracking open a textbook.
Quinn got up from the bed with a yawn, kissing the top of Rachel's head and inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo. "I'm sorry you've gotten behind," she whispered, unable to resist feeling like it was partly her fault. "If you need a study buddy, I'm good at making flashcards and stuff."
She took a longer look at her girlfriend, sitting there with an open book, and felt her heart skip a beat. She was scrubbed clean, and she glowed - not to mention how adorable and academic she looked with a book in her hand. Shaking her head, Quinn resolved to stop staring at her like a stalker and grabbed her things before stepping into the bathroom. "I'll be right back," she promised, shutting the door behind her.
The mirror was steamed over, but not enough to keep her from seeing herself. Her hair still surprised her, but this new Quinn she saw in the mirror - she liked her. She smiled, she could look herself in the eye - it was an amazing change. She quickly disrobed and stepped into the shower, turning the water temperature up as high as it would go. She took a long, leisurely shower and quickly brushed out her short hair before sliding into a short nightgown and re-emerging into the bedroom. Then she disappeared back into the bathroom when she realized she'd forgotten to brush her teeth. With that accomplished, she tossed her dirty clothes into her bag and flopped down onto the bed.
"Are you ready to come and lie down, love, or are you going to study a while longer?" She tried to keep the pout out of her voice, not wanting to sound like a child.
Rachel poured over her book while Quinn took her time in the shower. She groaned at the thought of catching up in her work. It only got harder to catch up as time went on and weekly lessons became more complex. She was nothing if not determined though. She huffed and nibbled the end of her pencil in thought as she worked on some of the exercises and wrote down notes. She heard Quinn exit the bathroom and chanced a look over at her girlfriend, her breath catching at the sight.
She didn't understand how Quinn could look even more beautiful than before, but cleaned and fresh the taller girl looked stunning. Rachel's breath caught and she simply stared at Quinn for a good few moments before shaking her head and realizing the pink-haired girl had asked her a question. "I can lay with you. I'll just make sure to read during my breaks tomorrow," she marked the page and closed the book, standing up and stretching for a second. Rolling her neck, she walked over to Quinn and crawled up beside the other girl, resting her head on her girlfriend's chest.
Quinn pulled her closer, inhaling the wondrous combination of scents that made up her girlfriend. "Don't work too hard," she murmured, "you'll catch up, I'm sure of it. And I'll help you as much as I can." She sighed softly, wishing that Rachel had reopened their connection - it would be easier than saying this out loud.
"Rachel, I..." she swallowed, running a hand through damp, dark hair. "I know this has happened really fast - and I want you to know that if you...if you change your mind after you get a chance to rest, I - I'll understand. I know I'm not anything special. But I want you to know that I'll do anything for you. That as long as you'll have me, I'll be here for you. I'll keep you safe, and I'll do anything to make you happy." She could feel a tear running down her cheek. "I just wanted you to know that I won't be angry if you decide you don't want me here."
Rachel nodded, gently wrapping herself around Quinn. It felt so right to be in the other girl's arms. "I'll try not to, but I can't promise anything. I tend to get really engrossed in things when I'm trying to do well at something. I appreciate the offer of help though," she smiled and raised her chin to tilt her head enough to give a kiss kiss to her girlfriend's neck. She couldn't help the frown that marred her features at Quinn's next words though.
"Listen here, Fabray," she raised herself on her forearm and use her other pointer finger to turn Quinn's chin to look her in the eye. "I didn't do all of this because I was hurt and needed someone in the moment. I've never let anyone touch me the way I allowed you to be with me. Don't you dare cheapen what we shared together." She locked her jaw and rolled away from Quinn to sit up on the edge of the bed. "If this is your way of telling me that you just want to be friends with me, then have the fucking balls to do it! If it's because we're back at McKinley and Noah is here, then I understand and I'll let you go. Just have the decency to do it yourself..."
She tensed and grabbed the comforter in her hands, blocking out the urge to lash out at Quinn and thankful that she had closed their connection. Rachel had never felt so cheap before. This was why she never let people in. She'd been so stupid to think the other girl would ever want someone like her in that way. When Quinn had professed love to her, she'd meant it in a friendly manner. After what they had shared...she chuckled cynically refusing to let any tears fall. Of course Quinn would be unsatisfied with someone like her. Not only was she a freak, but she hadn't known what she was doing.
How could she be so stupid? Quinn had been placating her to make her feel better and get her back to school. All the flirting and the looks, it was a way to make sure she'd be okay. She understood that her friend had just been looking out for her, but she'd wished that Quinn hadn't used such underhanded methods.
"No!" Quinn cried out - she didn't understand how Rachel had misinterpreted her so badly. "No, god - Rachel, I've never felt anything like I felt with you. I love you - I'm in love with you! I'm sorry, I was nervous and scared, and I was feeling really insecure, so I offered you an out if you wanted it. I'm so sorry," she sobbed, putting her hands over her face. "I didn't mean to make it sound cheap - and I don't want anyone but you, not ever, not for the rest of my life! Please, please don't leave me! I love you," she whispered pleadingly, looking up at Rachel with tears on her cheeks. "Please - everyone leaves me, please don't leave me too."
Rachel turned to Quinn and her features softened. "I'd never leave you, Quinn. Even if you didn't want me. Even if you didn't love me. I kind of love you so I couldn't leave you. I'd try to be happy for you and be the best friend you could ever have, but I wouldn't leave you. Even if it killed me to watch you be happy with someone else," she stated brokenly. "I know I'm...inexperienced...but if you give me time, I can work on it. I can be better...for you."
"Then let me say it as plainly as I can, Rachel," Quinn sniffled. "I want you. I don't want anyone else, not ever. And being inexperienced isn't a bad thing, and it's certainly not something you need to apologize for - I'm hardly an expert. Like I said in the motel, we're going to learn together. We're going to learn each other. And you never have to be better than you are, not at anything, because you're perfect. Because you're stuck with me now, forever. I love you."
She rubbed at her eyes, wiping the tears away. "I'm sorry I upset you," she whispered, looking down at her hands. "I'm not a very good girlfriend, am I? I'll learn. I'll be perfect for you. Because that's what you deserve." She sighed, reaching out for Rachel's hand. "Could you - I know you're mad at me, but could you open our link? I really need to feel you with me. If you want to, I mean." She closed her eyes, expecting the worst.
Rachel crawled back over to Quinn and draped herself over the taller girl. "I love you too, Angel. You are a good girlfriend. You care for me and you looked after me. You are perfect to me. I just want you to be happy. Please don't ask me to break up with you though. I don't want to and if I was ever truly upset about something or unsure, I would talk to you about it, okay?" she said softly, bringing her hand up to run through Quinn's hair. She nodded at the request and opened the link again, connecting herself to her girlfriend as she nuzzled her face into Quinn's neck.
It was a toss-up as to whether the physical contact or the mental felt better, but Quinn shed a few tears of relief regardless. She felt so alone in her mind without her girlfriend's presence now that she knew what that could feel like. "As long as you're with me, I'll be happy. Always." She stroked Rachel's hair. "I won't ever do that again, I promise. If I'm feeling nervous and insecure, I'll talk to you - but I won't ever make it sound like that again."
She sighed softly, folding her arms around her girl. "I'm going to miss you so much once we're in classes, love. I wish we were taking the same ones." She knew she was pouting, but she couldn't help it. "I'm just going to have to keep you in my arms every moment that we're not. You'll have to figure out how to do your homework with me attached to you, sorry about that." She kissed Rachel's head playfully.
Rachel just grunted an acceptance and chuckled. "I'll be in a classroom on the same floor, you goof. How are you going to stay attached to me if you need to finish your own homework, hmmm?" she asked playfully. "Besides, if you distract me too much, I'll lock you inside a vision in your head until I'm done." She was only joking. She would never actually do that to the girl she loved.
"Well, that's still too far," she pouted. "And I'll forego my own homework as long as I can stay attached to you." She giggled -god, did she love how this girl made her feel, the way she could make her laugh. "Well," she said thoughtfully, "as long as you're in that vision to keep me occupied until you let me out, I guess I can live with that." She made sure to send a thought across their link as well. Don't worry, love, I know you wouldn't really - I'm just playing along with the joke.
Rachel huffed against Quinn and smacked her shoulder. "You should know that if you plan on continuing to date me, there is no way I'm going to let your academics go by the wayside. I do not intend to be with anyone who is unable to keep up with me intellectually, Fabray," she smirked and bit her girlfriend's collarbone lightly. Hearing the thought in her head to calm her nerves made her fall harder for the girl in her arms. How do you know exactly what to say to me to make everything all right? You really are my guardian Angel. She sent a wave of love to Quinn, stroking through the pink hair between her fingers.
"Well, in that case, my love," Quinn laughed, gasping at the feeling of Rachel's teeth on her collarbone, "you can rest assured I'll be a straight-A student for the rest of my days, because I'm not about to let standardized testing keep me from the girl I love!" And you're mine. You saved me, my beautiful love. I hope that I always know what to say, because I want everything to be all right for you, always. She wrapped her own love around what Rachel had sent, trying to intertwine them, and sent it back across the connection even as she ran her hand through the long dark hair that she loved so much.
Rachel felt Quinn's love wash over her and nuzzled further into her girlfriend. She didn't even know how to respond to the girl underneath her anymore. Quinn had all of the right words and gestures. She did the only thing she knew how to answer back. Raising herself on her forearms and gripping Quinn's hair gently, she leaned down and captured her girlfriend's soft lips with her own.
Quinn whimpered into the kiss - the hand in her hair was working its magic again, and she could feel desire starting to coil in her abdomen once again. Rachel was so beautiful above her - the way her dark hair fell over her shoulders, her magical dark eyes, the way she was so intensely focused on the task at hand. Quinn shut her eyes tight and returned the kiss - a little bit harder than it had begun, but not too aggressively. God, I love when you play with my hair, love. It just makes me want you so much.
Rachel smiled into the kiss and stroked her hand through the pink hair. I love your hair. It's so soft and smooth. You're so gorgeous, Angel. She felt more than blessed to have someone like Quinn in her arms. The girl underneath her was amazing. Quinn had been kind and thoughtful with her and the girl was absolutely stunning. She wasn't sure she'd ever deserve someone like this girl who loved her, but she would do everything in her power to keep her lover close. Rachel snaked her tongue out to swipe along Quinn's bottom lip, biting down lightly on it and sucking. She could never get enough of the taste of her girlfriend.
I think you're confused, Quinn smiled against Rachel's lips. If there's a gorgeous person in this room, it's definitely you. She whimpered at the feeling of her girlfriend's tongue, and gasped against her when she felt teeth on her lip. She took the cue and reached up to pull Rachel more tightly against her, letting her own tongue explore the brunette's sweet lips and finally slipping it gently into her mouth. You taste like...I can't even describe it, love. Something sweet, anyway. I could kiss you all day and never get tired of it.
Rachel dueled her tongue with Quinn's as the feeling of euphoria spread over her. You taste like home to me. I don't ever want to let you go. She explored her girlfriend's mouth gently, trying to memorize the taste and feel of every inch of the other girl's mouth. Her fingers stroked the back of Quinn's neck, playing with the fine hairs there. She couldn't get enough of feeling Quinn surround her with warmth and love.
Quinn whimpered softly, from a combination of the feeling of Rachel's tongue meeting her own and the wonderful words in her mind - and the way her hair was being played with certainly didn't hurt either. Then don't - because I'm never letting you go either. She tangled a hand in her girlfriend's dark locks, enjoying the sensation of running a hand through long hair. It was overwhelming, how much she was feeling. The way that this little room, this bed, this spot in Rachel's arms, had become home.
She may have grown up with a family that didn't deserve to be called one, but suddenly she had an idea what family could be. Suddenly she had visions of a future, a life filled with happiness. She wasn't sure if she deserved it, but damn she wanted it. And she needed Rachel to know just how much. She wrapped all of her love and her hope, and her intense arousal, and tried to send it along their link. She was still learning how it all worked, but she thought she could manage it.
Rachel felt Quinn's emotions slam into her and closed her eyes, moaning into her lover's mouth. She pulled back panting heavily and buried her face into the pale neck before her. You're getting too good at this. Soon enough I'm going to be fighting you for control. She kissed the spot right beneath Quinn's ear and scratched her girlfriend's scalp gently. The was nothing Rachel wouldn't do for the woman beneath her. Quinn was a part of her now and she would give her life to make the ones she loved safe and happy.
Could there be anything quite as amazing as feeling Rachel moan into her mouth? Quinn really didn't think so - and then she was kissing in just the right spot, and her hand was scratching just so, and she had to suddenly revise her opinion. You'll never have to fight me, my love. I'll gladly give you control whenever you want it. She had a wicked thought - could she send images as easily as words? She decided it was worth a try and conjured up a mental picture of herself, her wrists secured to Rachel's headboard and a black scarf tied over her eyes, and sent it to the her girlfriend. See? You can have all the control you want.
The tone was teasing, but she was deadly serious about ceding control. She loved this girl so much already, and she would do anything she asked. Whatever would make her happy, no matter what it was, Quinn would do it. For now, and for always.
Hearing Quinn's admission made her whimper slight and stay burrowed in the warmth surrounding her. She saw the image and it sent a shiver down her spine as she gasped against her girlfriend's neck. You're evil. She felt herself trembling with desire and want. She was completely out of control when she was around Quinn. All she wanted to do was ravage the girl beneath her. but at the same time she wanted to protect Quinn and keep her safe. I'll keep that in mind though. Literally.
Quinn felt her shiver and knew that her message had been received. Well, you know what you have to do with evil girls, don't you, love? Punish them. She felt Rachel tremble and was immediately contrite. I'm sorry, love - am I pushing things too far? Just tell me to stop if you need me to. She'd hate to stop, but the last thing she wanted was to drive her girlfriend too crazy - at least, not without relieving her tension afterward.
Rachel wanted Quinn badly. She could feel that her entire body was coiled like a spring. Maybe that's what I'll do then. She smirked and bit Quinn's earlobe gently before sucking on it. She scratched lightly at the back of her girlfriend's neck while her other hand trailed up Quinn's side slowly. I'll stop once I've heard you scream my name. She felt a rush of confidence to please her lover and somehow she was determined to make it happen.
Quinn shivered at the tone of the words in her head, as much as at the words themselves. The desire she'd felt building in her was suddenly front and center as Rachel bit her earlobe, and the feeling of her nails on the back of her neck was fanning the flames into a massive fire. "Oh, god," she whispered when her girlfriend's hand met her side. She was coming unravelled - Rachel's touch was like heaven. She turned her head to capture her lover's lips in a searing kiss, letting her hand travel down to squeeze Rachel's ass gently.
She was suddenly very aware of how short her nightgown was, and how desperately she wanted out of it. Rachel - oh, my god - more, please. Whatever you want, whatever you need, just please - more. I need you.
Rachel growled into the kiss lightly at the feel of Quinn's hands on her body. She swiped her tongue out to occupy her lover as her head trailed up to one cloth covered beast and gently massaged it. She felt Quinn's nipple harden under her touch and lightly tweaked the peak between her thumb and forefinger. Patience, Baby... She chuckled and brushed Quinn's hair back with her other hand. It was embarrassing to think about, but she had to admit that she had a slight obsession with her girlfriend's hair. Playing with it for another moment, she slid her hand down her lover's body to pay the same attention to the neglected breast.
Quinn moaned in the back of her throat, parting her lips and allowing Rachel's tongue into her mouth before capturing it with her own. She was already trembling when Rachel's hand found her breast, but when her nipple was squeezed between the girls' thumb and forefinger, her whole body jumped as her hips rose in an effort to make contact with something, anything. And then there was a hand in her hair, and on her other breast, and suddenly she couldn't form thoughts anymore. She tried to tell Rachel through their connection, beg her, anything, but she couldn't focus long enough - if she sent anything at all, she was sure it was just gibberish. She tried verbalizing next, but the desperate moans and quiet whimpers she made against Rachel's mouth were no more effective.
She had been turned on, desperate for release, in the hotel room they'd shared - but this was on another scale. She felt like all the air had gone out of the room, and the only thing in the universe was the contact between herself and her lover. It was all that mattered, all she could focus on, was the frantic need she felt for more - more contact, more kissing, more of everything that was making her feel this way. She felt her nightgown riding up around her hips and imagined Rachel between her legs. She trembled and shook, and couldn't wait to see what the smaller girl had in mind for her next act.
Rachel used the connection to heighten Quinn's pleasure sense and trailed both her hands down to the bottom of the nightgown, lifting it slowly upwards. As her hands moved, she trailed them with her mouth kissing over the flat plane of Quinn's stomach up between the valley of her breasts and back to her mouth. The nightgown was flung somewhere in the room as Rachel began kissing her way back down her girlfriend's body, pausing to nip at her collarbone. Her left hand found Quinn's right breast and she gently scraped her nail over the peak of her nipple.
Kissing her way down to the other breast, she traced her tongue towards the neglected nipple and circled the areola before engulfing it in her mouth. She sucked gently and then bit down softly, making the pleasure explode in Quinn's mind. "You are so fucking gorgeous. I've never seen someone so perfect...so sexy," she husked out, her eyes locking with the hazel of her lover.
The loss of her nightgown was a welcome relief - she was long past being worried about Rachel seeing every part of her, and much more concerned with Rachel touching every part of her, preferably all at once. She felt the waves of pleasure rush into her brain, and she knew she was lost. The nip at her collarbone made her back rise off the bed, and the fingernail scraping over her rock-hard nipple brought her right back down, writhing under Rachel's ministrations with a loud groan. Rachel - fuck, oh sweet love!
When her lover's teeth found her nipple, it was like striking a match in a room full of gas - and the pleasure that she sent into her mind just fuelled the explosion. She cried out wordlessly, feeling like she was standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing to stop her fall. She stared into Rachel's eyes, trying to convey without words how achingly close she was. Please, love, please - I'll scream your name, I'll scream anything, anything you want, just a little more I only need a little bit more, please, Rachel, oh god!
Rachel felt Quinn writhe under her and smiled against her nipple before releasing it with a pop from her mouth. As you wish, Angel. She kissed her way back down and across her lover's abdomen, hooking her fingers into Quinn's underwear and pulling them off her legs quickly. She gently peppered kisses along her girlfriend's hipbone towards her center, smelling her arousal. Thanking herself and her fathers for having such an affinity for the arts and for keeping up with her vocal exercises throughout the years, she leaned in and licked her way through Quinn's folds.
She moaned at the tasted and locked hazel eyes with a devilish gaze. I'll have you know that I have excellent breath control. Smirking widely, Rachel dove back in to continue pleasing her lover, addicted to the taste that was uniquely Quinn. She flicked over her girlfriend's clit with her tongue circling it and sending bursts of pleasure through their link. Now you can scream.
This was so much more than Quinn had ever expected, and she sent up a grateful prayer of thanks that Rachel had felt ready for such an important step so quickly, despite her inexperience. She would pay her girlfriend back, make her feel as good as she felt, she made a solemn promise. But her thoughts disappeared quickly when Rachel's questing tongue found her dripping center. She moaned loudly at the thought in her head about breath control, and she tried to beg the other girl with her eyes before her head fell back against the pillow.
It was like - it was incomparable, the feeling of Rachel's tongue on her clit. The closest thing she could imagine was being plugged into a live wire. Rachel tasted her, circled her clit - and then there was a burst of pleasure that pushed her right off the edge of the cliff she'd felt herself at the edge of, and she made good on her promise. Her first scream was wordless, a sound of absolute bliss, her second was much more communicative. "RACHEL!" she cried, echoing the shout with another across their minds. Her hands searched for purchase, finding the edges of the mattress and squeezing as hard as she could. She'd never felt anything like this before, and she was going to ride the feeling as long as she could.
Rachel continued to taste Quinn's essence as she felt her coming down from her climax. She massaged her girlfriend until she felt the other girl completely relax and then she began kissing her way back up the gorgeous body beneath her. I hope that was satisfactory, Love. You taste absolutely divine. She draped herself back over top of Quinn and nuzzled her nose back into her lover's neck, threading a hand in the shortened, pink hair again. She closed her eyes and listened to the steady beat of Quinn's heart as a content smile played out on her face. "I love you, Angel," she whispered out, needing the words to be released.
Quinn was exhausted and utterly content, and she gave her girlfriend a gentle smile as she kissed her way up her tired body. Satisfactory? Quinn chuckled. My love, my perfect love - that's not nearly a good enough word to describe what that was. I don't think the appropriate word's been invented yet. I think divine is the closest I could come. She put a careful hand on the back of Rachel's head, kissing it lovingly. "I love you too, Rachel - so much. I can't even begin to find the words to tell you what you mean to me, how grateful I am to whatever brought us together. I can't imagine ever b being without you again."
Once they'd laid there for a few moments, Quinn ran a hand through her dark hair and whispered softly. "Would you like me to return the favor, sweetheart? I need to make you feel as good as you just did me. I mean," she was suddenly hesitant, very conscious of the fact that she was naked and Rachel was not, "if you'd like that. I'll do whatever you're comfortable with." You're so beautiful, love. It makes my heart hurt, how beautiful you are in my eyes.
Rachel got comfortable in Quinn's embrace, happy that she could make the woman she loved feel good. "Well, you don't have to think about it because I plan on sticking with you for a while," she laughed a little and squeezed her girlfriend tightly. "You don't need to, Love. I just wanted to make you feel good and...you deserve to be treated like the goddess you are." She still couldn't get over how hauntingly beautiful Quinn was. Thank you, Angel. I don't have words for how breathtaking you are. Especially in the heat of passion.
She moved to pull the sheet and comforter over them so that Quinn wouldn't get cold as time went on and cuddled back into the other girl. If she could please her lover for the rest of their lives then she'd be more than happy. It was all Rachel wanted.
The words were simple, but they still brought happy tears to Quinn's eyes. "I'm so glad to hear that," she whispered, pressing herself against Rachel. "Are you sure you don't want me to, though? You must be...I mean, aren't you feeling a little keyed-up after all that?" I'm nowhere near as beautiful as you, my love. There's not even any contest. Although, if I'm going to make a fair comparison, I'd have to see you in the heat of passion as well.
Quinn pulled Rachel closer, molding herself around the brunette and loving the warm weight of her in her arms. She'd long ago given up on the idea of heaven - if her parents were the best example of god's love, she wasn't interested - but if it existed, it must be something like this. She wanted this to last for the rest of forever - she'd only been half-joking when she said Rachel would be too far away during classes.
Rachel bit her lip lightly. "I'm sure, Quinn. I'll be okay..." she said softly. Truth was, she didn't want Quinn to see under her clothes. Thankfully yesterday they had both been preoccupied with other things and her girlfriend hadn't had a really good chance to landscape her body. If the taller girl had, there was no way she would be making the compliments she currently was. The telepath was happy seeing Quinn happy anyways. Her own pleasure was unimportant as long as she was satisfying Quinn.
Quinn frowned a little. Love, did I do something wrong yesterday? Something that made you think I won't be careful or gentle with you? I don't want to be the kind of person who's selfish about pleasure, who doesn't give just as much as I get, you know? She was a bit worried that she'd done something really wrong, and she hoped Rachel would tell her what it was so that she could fix it.
Rachel looked up at Quinn wide-eyed and shook her head violently. "No!" she cried out. No, no, no...you were wonderful and gentle and I loved it. I've never felt anything like it before. It was magnificent. You're not selfish at all. If I had a problem believe me, I'd tell you. She squeezed her lover tightly and played with Quinn's hair, gently brushing it from her forehead.
Quinn was confused, but she was relieved to hear she hadn't done something to hurt her girlfriend, or make her afraid that she would be anything less than worshipful in bed. She still didn't understand why Rachel didn't want her to repay the glorious orgasm she'd been given, but maybe she was tired - Quinn didn't want to push too hard and seem overly forceful or something. Okay, she grinned happily when Rachel played with her hair. Maybe tomorrow, then, love? I - I'd really like to taste you the way you did me. To know you that way. If you'd like that - if you'd be okay with it.
I...sure, Angel. Rachel smiled up at Quinn. She could deal with tomorrow when it came for now she could just bask in Quinn's happiness. Besides, tomorrow she could always just distract her lover again. If she could keep Quinn satisfied and content, then maybe her girlfriend wouldn't want to see her body. She didn't want to disgust Quinn. The other girl had seen her face and sure, she was decent looking enough. The only scar mottling her face was the tiny one over her left eyebrow.
When she was younger, even sixteen, she wouldn't have been as private about her body. A lot had happened over two years and she could barely even look at herself most of the time. Sure, she was still fit and barring the "war wounds", she'd look pretty athletic but no one wanted to look at what she had to offer. She didn't even wear tank tops in ninety degree heat. Maybe it wasn't so bad she was dating a manipulator of cold. She could get Quinn too cool her down in the summer when she had to wear bulky clothes.
The hesitation was obvious, probably more than Rachel realized, but Quinn didn't know how to approach the subject. She was at a loss - her girlfriend had promised that she hadn't done anything wrong, but she seemed disinterested in letting her make love to her. She tried to keep her worry to herself, though, giving Rachel a tired smile. Tomorrow, then. She stifled a yawn. As for right now, I don't know about you but a nice long sleep sounds like a really good plan to me. She leaned down and kissed Rachel softly.
Rachel stroked Quinn's hair gently. Okay, Love. We have had a very strenuous few days. We're back to class tomorrow so rest and feel better. I won't allow you to skip your studies. She laughed softly and kissed her girlfriend back. "Good night, Angel," she said, resting her head back over her lover's heart and allowing the gentle beat to lull her to sleep.
So I recall you mentioning once or twice, Quinn chuckled quietly, smiling as Rachel laid her head down. "Good night, my love." Sleep was elusive - Rachel's seeming lack of desire to be made love to was bothering her, and she felt strange being back at McKinley so soon after she'd thought she was leaving forever. And it may have been those thoughts that led to her bad dreams, a few hours after Rachel had fallen asleep.
"No," she was whispering in her sleep, her head shaking back and forth. "No, let me out, please, I'll be good, Daddy, I'll never do it again, please, just let me out, it's so dark in here, please."
Rachel felt the negative feelings and thoughts seep into her head and she found herself waking up to Quinn's words and thrashing. Feeling awful for not shielding her lover's dreams like she normally had, the brunette pushed through the connection and wrapped her love around her girlfriend's mind warding away the bad thoughts. "Shhh...come back to me, Angel. Everything is all right..." she whispered. She began to hum a soft melody in Quinn's ear to calm her down.
As the nightmare receded, Quinn could feel Rachel there with her. She snapped awake, but without panic, her only consuming impulse in the moment being an urge to look her girlfriend in the eye and know that she was safe. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears standing in her eyes. "I didn't mean to wake you. I don't dream about that as much as I used to..." she trailed off. "Thank you for saving me," she finished, reaching out to run a hand down Rachel's back. "You always save me."
Rachel only shook her head and frowned. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Love. I normally shield your dreams, but I suppose I was tired and I forgot. I'm sorry..." she sighed and ran a hand through Quinn's pink hair. "Go back to sleep, Gorgeous. I'll watch over you." She smiled and kissed the underside of her girlfriend's jaw, resting her head back on Quinn's chest.
Quinn was touched beyond words. "I - thank you, love. I'm sorry that you have to do that, but...thank you." She kissed the top of Rachel's head and sighed softly before setting her head back down on her pillow. "Goodnight, my beautiful love." There was no fear of those dreams repeating themselves, but she was still awake for a time, just watching Rachel breathe and trying to imagine how she'd ever gotten so lucky. When sleep finally did claim her, it was blissfully dreamless.