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Rachel awoke cocooned in warmth and feeling utterly boneless. It took great effort to peel her eyes open and deal with the sunlight streaming into the unfamiliar room. As she did though, the entire night before came flooding back to her and wow. Had she really done all that? Did she really vandalize somebody's property!? And did Quinn… her eyes slid sideways, widening when they found Quinn's face squished into the pillow and the covers up to her shoulders, wrapped around her tightly, hair flopping down into her face. She looked strangely cute, that way, unlike the sex goddess she had experienced last night.
But Rachel… well, Rachel had made a promise. She could definitely feel the effects of their drunken, passionate night together. Her muscles ached when she tried to move, finding herself trapped in Quinn's possessive arms. Well that wouldn't do. She extricated herself with a bit of struggle and carefully pushed Quinn on to her back, trying not to wake her.
Next move? Underwear. She wanted some. She only had her pair of utterly ruined panties though, and so her eyes moved over to Quinn's drawers where she rummaged around and found a pair of boxers to slide on over her hips. She didn't fill them the same way Quinn did, but she wasn't particularly bothered. Now, back to Quinn. The covers came off and there she was, completely naked with her cock soft but thick resting on her thigh, and below, a pair of balls. Her hand reached out, lightly stoking along the length of Quinn's dick, feeling it swell in her hand responsively. Well, she had promised a happy wake up call, she thought as she took the head into her mouth and sucked slowly, teasingly until she felt Quinn stirring.
Quinn was having that dream again, the one where Rachel was giving her head to wake her up. Though this dream felt more vivid than any other ones she'd had before. Her eyes fluttered open and she let out a moan when she realized that nope, this wasn't a dream at all. This was infinitely better.
"Well, good morning to you, too," she murmured, peering down at Rachel as one hand came down to tangle in dark brown locks. Her head fell back into the pillow as a tongue swirled around her head and her grip on brown hair tightened before quickly slacking. It wasn't her pussy but Rachel's mouth and tongue were abso-fucking-lutely glorious all the same. She desperately wanted more but she wasn't about to start fucking Rachel's face for it. That would come later.
Either way…"Best wake up call ever," she declared, her hips rolling up slightly into Rachel's mouth. She was close to coming already. She was always more sensitive in the mornings though it didn't help that last night was still fresh on her mind. It certainly didn't help that Rachel was sucking on her cock so deliciously. "Close, baby," she warned as her hips shifted upwards. A few more minutes of her sucking or God, if she brought her hands into play and Quinn would blow her load.
Rachel peered up at Quinn as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked her way to the very tip, letting it escape her mouth. She returned to the base, tracing the length of it with her tongue. As she reached the head again, which was now blushing a deep red from Rachel's attention, she parted her lips and let it just rest there for a second, on her plump bottom lip, pink from sucking Quinn off.
"You owe me waffles for this." she grinned, jerking her cock firmly before taking it back into her mouth, stroking the underside with her tongue as she went down. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her throat as best she could and forced the rest of Quinn's dick inside her, swallowing around it, massaging it.
She could feel Quinn getting closer and closer, and those sounds she was making… Rachel doubled her efforts, sucking hard, deep throating her in a way she was certain nobody else ever could. Her throat control was impeccable from years of vocal training, and combined with her absent gag reflex, it was almost like she was purpose built for Quinn's cock.
She didn't let up as Quinn's warnings became more frequent, and suddenly, she felt Quinn's orgasm hit, spilling her come into Rachel's attentive, waiting mouth. She took everything Quinn had to give, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as the blonde found her release. They only opened again when she began to swallow Quinn's load, with her cock still in her mouth, juddering slightly as the aftershocks racked through her.
"Good morning," she smirked, letting the semi-hard dick fall back to Quinn's naked thigh.
"Holy fu - " Quinn started cursing up a storm as Rachel started swallowing around her cock. It felt so fucking good and fuck, it was like Rachel was made for this, made for sucking cock, hers specifically. Quinn wondered for a moment if she could get away with Rachel attached to her 24/7 because the way things are going, she's going to develop an addiction.
Rachel swallowed around her again and she stopped thinking altogether. She could feel her belly coiling, could feel her breathing pick up rapidly and her grip on Rachel's hair tightened. With a swift pump of her hips and tortured groan she spilled her come into Rachel's ready and willing mouth. Once she caught her breath, she glanced down to meet Rachel's eyes only for her head to fall back again when she felt and saw Rachel's throat working around her, swallowing her come.
That pretty much confirmed it in Quinn's mind. Rachel Berry was perfect.
"I'm gonna find the best vegan waffles in town and I'm gonna get you a year's supply," Quinn pledged as she pulled Rachel up so they were face to face. She leaned up, bringing their lips together in a soft, lazy kiss. It felt as if Rachel had swallowed all of her energy as well as her come. Quinn was just content with kissing her for now.
That contentment didn't last long though as as one of her hands came up to caress and squeeze Rachel's ass. She'd been half-hard when she'd left her mouth and she knew it wouldn't take long before she was raring to go. She looked towards the nightstand and winced. "No more condoms, baby," she told Rachel with a slight whine. "But…" her eyes drifted downward and she licked her lips at the thought. "I can still eat you out." Her hand slipped around to Rachel's front, dipping down into her pussy. "What do you think?"
"I think…" she groaned through a smile as Quinn touched her lightly. "I think you're insatiable." she whispered, kissing along Quinn's neck while she rolled her hips against the soft touches. "But you have all day to go down on me. I want my waffles." she giggled against her skin, still moving against Quinn's dexterous fingers, growing wetter by the second. God, she had too much skill. Did she have a lot of practice? Or was Rachel's body just a slave to Quinn's touch?
She groaned and reached between her legs, removing Quinn's hand and bringing the soaked fingers to her lips, sucking them clean. She honestly didn't know what had gotten into her. She would never have even imagined doing such a thing before last night and yet here she was, sucking off her own juices after swallowing this woman's come. They weren't even together and she had given her head to wake her up!
"As delicious as you are, Quinn, I need more than your come for breakfast." she joked with a raised brow and a grin. And more importantly than breakfast, Rachel thought she might need to spend a little more time with Quinn before she fell into bed with her again. She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about the idea of being nothing more than a fuck buddy…
Quinn let out a small groan of disappointment, falling back into her pillow. She'd been looking forward to feeling Rachel come apart again but she was right. They did need food.
"Fair enough," she grumbled exaggeratedly as she slipped off the bed. She made her way to her dresser, picking out some sweatpants and a tank top for herself and one of her old soccer jerseys for Rachel. It had always been big on Quinn but on Rachel, it would probably dwarf her small from.
Once dressed, they made their way through the empty house to the kitchen. She directed Rachel to sit on one of the chairs at the counter before putting the coffee on and rummaging through the cupboards for something to eat. They were filled with a bunch of different food but absolutely no waffles in sight. She turned towards Rachel with a grimace. "No waffles," she lamented as she marched over to Rachel, her hands settling on slim hips.
"How about we just eat out?" she suggested. A pause and a quirk of her lips once she realized what she'd said. "How about I take us out for breakfast?" Quinn corrected, mischievous smile still in place.
Rachel smiled, head cocked to the side as she watched the mysterious girl rummage through cupboards in nothing but a pair of sweats hanging low on her hips and a tank that hugged her in all the right places. Rachel herself perched on a stool in nothing but a pair of Quinn's boxers and a soccer jersey with Fabray printed on the back. It was far too big, so it slipped off of one shoulder repeatedly. She couldn't lie, she liked being wrapped in Quinn's clothes.
"You're cute. Dork." she laughed at Quinn's devilish smile and reached out for her, tugging her between her legs and into a smiley kiss. "I don't want to get dressed." she murmured against soft lips, still smiling. Translation: she didn't want to get out of Quinn's soccer jersey. Her hands ran along Quinn's forearms, up her biceps and along her shoulders until they met behind her neck, where she laced her fingers.
"How about I make you pancakes?" she offered, already having spied almond milk and conjuring up a makeshift pancake recipe in her mind. "Not to brag, but I'm pretty good in the kitchen, you know."
Quinn liked that she'd made Rachel laugh. It was no secret that before she'd dyed her hair pink and started wearing dark clothes, she'd kind of been a dork. It seemed as if the dorkyness hadn't ever really left, it was just buried under a new attitude, piles of black clothes and hair dye. Or maybe this was just a Rachel thing, what she brought out in her.
"Pancakes sound delicious," Quinn confirmed. "Now go make me breakfast, woman," she growled playfully, slapping Rachel's ass. She took Rachel's vacated seat, content to do nothing and watch her work her magic on the kitchen, occasionally pointing out where they kept their other ingredients and utensils.
"I'm just curious," she said conversationally, eyes fixated on the Fabray coupled with the number 42 on Rachel's back. Some part of her felt deeply satisfied seeing Rachel wearing her name. "Is there any room in the house or even the school that you aren't good in?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel rolled her eyes at the demand for breakfast, even though Quinn was supposed to be the one cooking her breakfast. She couldn't even pretend to be mad though, especially when Quinn had that ridiculous look about her; all playful and smiley.
She hummed in response to Quinn's question as she whipped together the batter, eyes drifting to the pan where a light drizzle of oil was heating up nicely. She didn't want to put the batter in until the pan was hot enough.
"I'm no good at team sports." she confessed, turning to face Quinn and leaning against the counter. "Unless I'm the captain, of course." she added with a chuckle, because she was Rachel Berry and Rachel Berry did not like to share the limelight. And then she raised an eyebrow at the girl opposite. "Unless you consider what we did last night a team sport. I think we worked pretty well together then." with that, she turned back to the sizzling pan to pour some of her vegan batter in.
It didn't take long before she had a stack of pancakes plated up and in hand. She placed them down in front of Quinn and pressed a kiss to her cheek. It felt frighteningly domestic, as if they played this role every morning. She stole Quinn's fork though, as soon as she had some of her pancake on it, and popped it into her own mouth, winking at her… friend. It was a joke calling her that, really. Especially dressed in her clothes and cooking her breakfast after giving her head in the morning. It was just ridiculous to call her a friend.
Quinn's jaw dropped in mock outrage as Rachel stole her fork. She retaliated by moving the plate of pancakes away from Rachel, reaching for a new fork. Once she got a taste though, she moved the plate back in between them. Food this good needed to be shared, especially with the one who could make more of it.
"You've probably got questions for me," she said once she'd swallowed her food. She was actually surprised that Rachel hadn't raised questions sooner, especially the biggest question of them all and especially considering that this was Rachel Berry she was talking about. But she liked to think that she'd fucked her good enough that she stopped thinking about it. "Go ahead, ask me."
Rachel tried to read Quinn for a moment, contemplating the girl in front of her as she chewed her pancake. Was she really going to discuss this with her right now? Willingly? And why did Quinn care enough to give her any sort of explanation?
"Well, I think the most pressing question is pretty obvious." she said quietly, tapping her fingers lightly against a glass of orange juice. "Exactly how amazing do you think I am?" she said with excessive emphasis on the 'amazing'. Her lips quirked up into a smile, but she dampened it slightly when she realized that actually, she did have a lot of questions. A lot.
"I suppose the most obvious question is… how? Or… why?" she asked first, frowning down into her juice. It had all made so much more sense when she was wasted. Like, why wouldn't Quinn have a fully functioning penis that responded eagerly to the slightest of touches? Totally normal. "And um… could you get me pregnant if we forewent protection next time?" she blushed hotly when she realized that she had assumed they'd be doing it again, but chose not to mention it, in case Quinn hadn't picked up on it.
Quinn was expecting everything to turn serious right now but she let out a laugh at Rachel's question.Incredibly, she wanted to say but held back her words because that was sappy and she really didn't do sappy.
She nodded at Rachel's question. She had been expecting a question like that ever since she'd nudged Rachel's hand on top of her erection last night. "I was born intersex," she explained with a shrug. "Fully functioning penis but girl everywhere else. I don't really think they've come up with a medical explanation for me yet." Another shrug. She kinda liked the idea of being a mystery.
A wide grin spread across her face at the second question. "Eager for the next time, Berry?" she asked, voice low and husky. "You want me raw in you next time?" A shudder went through her at the thought that Rachel wanted there to be a next time and that she was thinking of taking her raw.
But…Quinn shook her head. "As hot as the idea is, we can't," she said with a small whine. "They ran some tests on me a few years ago and apparently, I'm super fertile." Which was a blessing, she'd thought at that time because she eventually wanted kids of her own but it kinda sucked when you just wanted to fuck your gi - Rachel raw. Get it together, Fabray.
Rachel blushed even darker when Quinn picked up on what she had accidentally implied, and her vocabulary, as crude as it was, sent a shudder straight through her. She crossed her legs as subtly as possible and scoffed.
"You're so crude, Quinn!" she admonished as best she could without denying that yes, she did want to try it… well, raw, as Quinn had put it. She supposed that it was a good thing that Quinn was fertile though. Rachel tilted her head sideways, trying to imagine Quinn as a parent, as somebody who could actually create a child inside somebody else and then bring that child up. It was difficult to picture when she thought of the pink hair and the foul language, all the wild behavior. But then she thought of Quinn snuggled up in bed, arm slung around Rachel's waist, or even here in the kitchen, grinning and popping vegan pancakes into her mouth, making dorky jokes… maybe she could see it after all.
"But there are alternatives." she muttered under her breath, responding to Quinn's disappointed whine. She didn't elaborate. Quinn could make her own assumptions about that. Rachel stood to clear away their shared plate. "Have you… uh… you know, with anybody else before?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and conversational.
Quinn laughed at Rachel's reaction, enjoying the dark blush on her cheeks. She wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.
"Oh yeah? Wanna educate me about these alternatives?" she asked with a lascivious smirk. Her hand made its way under the jersey, running lazily up and down Rachel's back. Part of her was just saying it to get another indignant reaction from Rachel but another part, the one in her pants, really wanted to be educated. Preferably with a hands on demonstration.
Though when Rachel asked if she'd been with anyone else before, Quinn sighed and dropped her hands down to Rachel's waist. If there was anything she'd learned from television, it's that questions about previous partners were touchy subjects. "Um yeah actually," she answered, tugging absentmindedly at the jersey to expose more skin. "A few times with one other person." She shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't to her, anyway. "Is that a problem?" she asked. She didn't know if it would be to Rachel.
Honestly, she might have felt a little weird about it, had she not had Quinn's hands roaming, exploring her body beneath the jersey. Quinn's jersey. She wondered if Quinn's other person had worn a jersey, or something similar. Was this person even female? And realistically she had no right to be jealous, or even possessive. She didn't even know if she was more than a fuck buddy right now.
"Of course not." she shrugged with a smile painted on. She hoped she was a good enough actress for the smile to look natural, otherwise she'd be greatly disappointed in herself.
Her eyes raked over Quinn's appearance for a moment, from the eyes that had looked at her as if she was one of the most beautiful things in the world, to the lips that had possessively claimed her own, as well as pressed soft, affectionate kisses against her skin. Then lower down, to the bruised skin where Rachel had made her own claim using her teeth, then her breasts, her stomach, her…
Rachel sighed. She was getting attached. Quinn wasn't. It was a problem.
"Anyway." she said brightly, flicking her eyes back up. "I appreciate your honesty, Quinn." she said, sliding out of Quinn's grip and moving closer to the door. "Maybe I should get dressed…" she said as the jersey dropped off her shoulder once more.
Quinn's hazel eyes rolled to the ceiling in exasperation when Rachel moved out of her grip. She knew talking about past sexual experiences wouldn't end up well. Rachel said she was fine with it but something didn't sit right with Quinn about her reaction, what with the moving away from her.
"Oh," she said, hands falling limply by her side. She had hoped that Rachel could stay for a little while longer, in bed, in the kitchen or hell, even watching lifetime movies but she was probably worried about what her dads would think. "Let me just - I'll go get changed and I can take you home?" she offered hesitantly, rubbing at the back of her neck.
She moved towards the stairs to go up to her room but stopped on the first step. She probably shouldn't say it and Mack would absolutely beat her up if it ever got back to her but Quinn felt as if she needed to say it, even if Rachel said she didn't have a problem. "Look, for the record, you're better - way better - than that other girl, Rachel," she said with a small smile. "You know, just for the record." With a shrug, she continued up the stairs into her room.
What the hell did that even mean? Rachel's emotions tore her every which way. Part of her wanted to be furious that Quinn would even compare her, or imply that her worth was based on who gave Quinn better sex. Because honestly, if that was what made her better than this other girl, then she wouldn't be seeing a whole lot of Quinn again. But another part of her, a shallow part, felt an odd sort of pride.
"What do you mean?" she asked, following her up the stairs. She caught her wrist, making her stop halfway up. "Better how?" she demanded to know, both desperate for the answer and terrified to hear it. She didn't want Quinn to say something that would make her regret the hours they had spent together. Not after everything she had done, given, to Quinn. That morning… Rachel had melted into a fantasy world that Quinn possibly didn't share.
Why had she even mentioned that? Now things were about to get complicated and it was all because she'd decided to run her big mouth. She shrugged at Rachel's question, eyes trained on the floor. "I don't know," she mumbled. "You just - you blow everyone out of the water, Rachel." And she didn't just mean in bed, either. But how did she say that without getting all sappy and mushy and everything she disliked?
She scratched at the back of her neck, a nervous tic she'd developed over the years. "Ilikeyou," she blurted out. As soon as she said it, she snapped her mouth shut and facepalmed. Hard. God, why had she said that? "Can we - can we please not make a big deal of it?" she muttered, face turning red. She didn't know what Rachel would think about that revelation. It's not like Quinn was a huge catch herself. As far as she was concerned, she was good for one thing only.
"Oh,"
Well she definitely hadn't been expecting that. The nervous way her hand went to the back of her neck (which Rachel found oddly charming), the confession, the stammering through her sentence… It was all so very different to the Quinn she had experienced up until then.
And suddenly it started to click into place. Quinn telling her that she was amazing amidst the throes of passion, taking her to bed, rather than the backseat of her car, the unexpected, chaste little kisses. How could she not make a big deal out of it? She was ready to make a big deal out of Quinn saying that she was better than some other girl, and that really didn't mean anything! This? This meant something! And Rachel wanted to make a big deal out of it!
She bit down on her lip, trying to restrain herself. At the very least, she wanted to give something back. But what could she give that she hadn't already?
"I should expect so, after that breakfast." she blurted out suddenly, before her mind had fully processed the joke. There, that's what she could give. Something to ease the heavy atmosphere. She offered Quinn a small smile and reached for her hand, pulling her back down the stairs. "I've changed my mind." she said simply. "Don't wanna go yet."
Quinn let out a small relieved laugh at Rachel's joke. She was incredibly grateful that they weren't turning this into a big thing. She was even more grateful that Rachel was staying.
"Good, because I want to finish those pancakes," she said with a shaky but genuine smile. God, could she even be more of a sap? But whatever, she'd be ashamed of herself later because for now, Rachel's hand was in hers and she was staying. Quinn squeezed her hand lightly as they went back into the kitchen.
Quinn settled on a chair, pulling Rachel onto her lap and pressing her lips against her shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered in a low voice. She wasn't even sure what she was saying thanks for exactly or that Rachel would even hear it. Like before, she just needed to say it. When had she turned into this affectionate, needy mushball? …when had she started using words like mushball? With one hand, she cut herself a piece of pancake and looked at it contemplatively. Yeah, she drew the line at feeding each other. At that point, she'd go take a long walk off a short pier.
Rachel was content to sit there on Quinn's lap, with her arms draped around Quinn's shoulders while she finished off the pancakes. She was content to just sit there and be liked, while her own shoulder tingled from Quinn's soft kiss there.
"Quinn," she called softly in a sing song voice, leaning into press her lips below her ear. "You have cute cheeks." she informed with a quite chuckle, watching Quinn chew her pancakes. And it was incredibly true. Rachel wanted to kiss them, like, all the time. In bed, it was a toss up between slinking her body up and over Quinn's and raining kisses down all over her face, and… well, the other thing that she did do. She still blushed at the thought, and it brought her attention down to where she was sitting, perched above Quinn's…
Hm.
"So…" she started conversationally, twirling some pink hair around her finger. "Do you think perhaps one of us should get some more protection?" she let the hair unravel around her finger and started the process over again. "I mean, since you like me and everything, I think it's probably wise that we do this again sometime. And as talented as your fingers are, I really need a repeat of last night sometime soon. You know, since you like me and everything." she bit down on her lip to hide the smile and suppress the giggle, but it didn't work very well.
"I resent that accusation," Quinn muttered, rubbing at her cheeks. She resented any part of her being called cute, though she supposed that her cheeks being called cute was better than…other parts being called that. But still. "Not cute," she said through a mouthful of pancake.
Her ears perked up at the mention of more protection, at the idea that Rachel wanted more. The 'cute' cheeks Rachel was so fond of colored when she giggled. "I take back what I said," she groaned, forehead falling onto Rachel's shoulder. "I hate you." She tightened her grip on Rachel's waist.
"Buuut," she drawled as her hand slipped under the jersey once again to trace lines across Rachel's smooth skin. "I'm sure you can make it up to me." She started trailing kisses across exposed skin, occasionally nipping and then licking to sooth the light blemishes. "I thought you were going to educate me about 'alternative' methods," she said, grinding up into Rachel.
"Oh, is that what you thought?" she smirked, allowing her hips to rock into Quinn's just once as her hand made a teasing path from her stomach, up to her chest. What? She liked breasts. And Quinn's were really quite wonderful. She may have a penis, but she was definitely still all woman to Rachel. Curves, long lashes, soft lips, cute, pink cheeks…
"What exactly am I making up to you?" she asked with a raised brow. "Calling you cute? Offering to let you have sex with me without anything between us? Making you breakfast? Moaning around your cock before you were even awake? Swallowing all your come?" she looked at Quinn expectantly. "And for all of that, I get an I hate you?" Rachel pouted, though her eyes were still playful and bright, because it's not like she didn't enjoy doing all those things. "I think you need to make it up to me, Fabray."
A shiver ran down Quinn's spine at Rachel's words, coupled with the hand on her breast. And to think Rachel had called her crude for her own relatively tame words earlier. Not that she was complaining. She loved it. Who knew Rachel Berry had such a dirty mouth on her? "Yeah?" she murmured, smirking against smooth skin. "I guess I have a lot of making up to do, then."
Quinn tilted her head upwards, greedily sucking Rachel's lower lip between her own. The hand under the jersey traveled up to Rachel's breast, feeling her nipple harden under her palm. "Is this how I should make it up to you, Rachel?" she asked, tweaking the hardened nipple. "Or maybe…" Her other hand found its way into the borrowed boxers, cupping her center. "Maybe you want something else," she whispered huskily into Rachel's ear.
"I wonder what you'd feel like under my mouth, baby," she mused, loving the way Rachel's pulse had quickened under her lips. "I tasted you last night, you know. Only on my fingers but you tasted good, Rachel. I wonder…" Two fingers glided easily into Rachel, stilling once they were as deep as they could go. "I wonder what you'd taste like from the source." Her fingers curled, searching for that wonderful spot that would make Rachel cry out.
A breathy whimper escaped Rachel's lips as two fingers filled her, and she immediately tightened around the sensation. She slowly moved against Quinn's hand, allowing her head to tip back and give Quinn better access to her neck. Goosebumps rose all over when she felt Quinn's tongue slide against her just-bitten skin.
Quinn's husky words were doing dirty things to Rachel's body, causing her to drench Quinn's hand as she rode those talented fingers. But when she touched upon some sort of magic deep inside her, Rachel's back arched and a breathless "Quinn!" left her lips, and she realized that this girl was full of surprises.
The idea that Quinn wanted to taste her so badly, and had done since she woke up, made Rachel clench around the source of her pleasure. She felt bad about what she was about to do, but she couldn't help it. She needed Quinn's mouth on her. She reached down and nudged Quinn's hand, prompting her to pull out, then pushed herself up onto the breakfast bar where they had just been eating pancakes. She guiltily made a mental note to clean up the kitchen before Quinn's mom got home.
"You know, I only really expected coffee or something," she said with a lazy smirk and black eyes, but then she spread her legs for Quinn and threaded her fingers in the pink hair almost fondly. "Take them off." she whispered, looking down to the boxers she had borrowed (and totally planned to steal.)
Quinn groaned audibly as Rachel spread her legs for her. The fact that she was so eager, eager enough to spread her legs in invitation, turned her on like crazy. "Orgasms are better than coffee any day," she said distractedly as she slowly dragged the boxers down, taking in each patch of uncovered skin with reverence. It seemed as if they were sculpted by gods.
She flung the boxers over her shoulder and licked her lips, staring at the beauty before her. She started with Rachel's left leg, slowly applying hot, open-mouthed kisses and working her way up from her knee to her inner thighs. Once she reached her center, Quinn took a moment to smirk up at Rachel before moving to her other leg, repeating the same process and slowly, torturously making her way up. It was hard to resist temptation though, especially when Rachel's pussy was right there, wet and gleaming and making her mouth water. So Quinn did what she usually did when faced with temptation. She gave into it.
She grasped Rachel's ass with both hands, pulling her to the very edge of the bar. Keeping eye contact with Rachel, Quinn slowly lowered her mouth to her pussy. Her eyes slipped shut and she let out a quiet moan as soon as she had a taste though. God, it was even better than she remembered. She dragged her tongue up the length of Rachel's folds, flicking once at her clit. She dipped lower, slipping her tongue into Rachel as one hand came around to rub at her clit.
Quinn loved this, loved eating Rachel out as if she was starving, loved having her under her control like this. God, she could do this all day. She moved higher, clamping her mouth around Rachel's clit and sucking, hard, as her hand moved down to slip first two fingers into Rachel then after a moment, two became three. Tight walls clenched down hard on her fingers and Quinn smirked against the bundle of nerves in her mouth.
Rachel both loved and hated how bold Quinn was when it came to sex, or more specifically,Rachel's sex. She didn't even hesitate before touching her, which was surprisingly hot to Rachel; Quinn treating her like she had every right to touch her wherever and whenever she liked. Like Rachel was hers to do with what she pleased. Rachel shuddered at the thought. But then there was the side she hated. The side where Quinn thought it was perfectly acceptable to tease her. Well it wasn't! Not when she needed her so badly!
She quickly forgot about being mad though, because Quinn's mouth more than made up for it. A string of curse words tumbled from her own lips as Quinn worked her with her mouth.
Rachel's fingers clawed helplessly at the surface she was propped up on when two fingers left and without missing a beat, three fingers returned. Three fingers still didn't stretch her like Quinn's cock had, but dear God, it still filled her deliciously. And it's not like she had a whole lot of experience; before Quinn, she had only ever taken two fingers.
Rachel glanced down as the muscles in her stomach tensed and her orgasm approached rapidly. Quinn's lips and chin were shiny with Rachel's juices as she went down on her so thoroughly, smirking around her swollen clit as she sucked hard on it, causing Rachel's thighs to tremble. Show off.
"So close, baby," she managed to groan out as she raked her fingers through Quinn's hair, rolling her hips against all the sensation. She was simultaneously overwhelmed by it all and absolutely starved for more, and— "Oh, Quinn!" — she was so close.
Quinn could sense Rachel was close, knew it from the way her thighs trembled, her walls clamped down on her fingers more frequently and how Rachel's own fingers pulled at her hair. She could literally taste it. And dear God she wanted it. She started curling her fingers on each thrust, brushing against that bundle of nerves inside Rachel that made her buck up against her and grab at her hair that much tighter.
Rachel called out her name, louder and more frantic than the other times and it only served to make Quinn double her efforts to make her come. She sped up her fingers, thrusting harder and faster as her tongue swirled determinedly over Rachel's clit. Within seconds, Rachel was coming, spilling her juices against Quinn's hand and chin. Quinn moaned at the sensation, eagerly lapping it up.
More. She needed more. She needed Rachel to come apart against her again. It was an addicting feeling. Her free hand came up to squeeze Rachel's breast as her fingers kept thrusting into Rachel. She attached her lips to her clit once again, teeth scraping against it slightly as she tried to coax another orgasm from Rachel.
Rachel cried out as her orgasm took over, making her hips buck up against Quinn's mouth while squeezing her fingers tightly inside her, feeling them rub against that one place inside her that caused her to fall apart.
Quinn eased her through it, lapping at her juices; Rachel assumed she was helping her ride out every wave of pleasure possible, but her exhausted and overstimulated body couldn't catch a break. Quinn pushed her through one orgasm and suddenly into another explosive one. She screamed— literallyscreamed, voice hoarse and throat rough as harsh teeth caught her clit. Quinn attached her lips and sucked hard; Rachel didn't think she could take it, but she had no choice as the orgasm took her roughly and suddenly and intense ecstasy washed through her.
Finally, she had nothing left to give, and slumped backwards, shoving Quinn's head away from her sensitive pussy, because she thought she'd die if she experienced another orgasm so soon after that.
"Jesus Christ, Quinn," she groaned. She had almost completely lost her voice, but she didn't have the energy to panic about that just yet. "Multiple orgasms? Really?" she looked down to where Quinn's head rested against a tan thigh. Her face was covered in, well… Rachel. This woman was astounding. "You're incredible." she said disbelievingly, as if she couldn't comprehend that somebody like Quinn Fabray actually existed in the world, and most especially not between her thighs, so close to her still wet, still twitching pussy.
Hearing Rachel actually scream out an orgasm was the most satisfying think Quinn had heard in forever. She smirked proudly, licking her lips as Rachel pushed her head away from her center. God, she tasted good. She'd just given Rachel multiple orgasms so of course she was more than a little proud of herself. If it wouldn't have made her look like an idiot, she'd have patted herself on the back by now.
"I know I am," she said smugly, stretching up to capture Rachel's lips with hers. The thought that Rachel was tasting herself on her…well, she was already hard as a rock. But she tried not to pay too much attention to her aching erection because she'd just given Rachel two consecutive orgasms. Yeah, she wasn't going to stop bragging about that anytime soon.
She gave Rachel one last languid kiss before pulling away. "Stay right here," she murmured before she went about the kitchen. She grabbed a lemon from the fridge, slicing it up then dropping a slice into a cup of warm water. Quinn made her way back to Rachel, glass in hand and lips still twisted into a small smirk. "Here you go, princess." She stepped in between Rachel's legs and handed her the cup. While making Rachel hoarse from screaming was an incredible accomplishment indeed, Quinn didn't want to ruin her voice entirely just for some self-satisfaction. She liked it when Rachel talked or sang or screamed or did anything with her mouth really.
The gesture made Rachel soften slightly, and the first sip soothed her sore throat. Who knew that big bad Quinn Fabray, badass extraordinaire was in fact, a complete softy at heart. A softy with a huge sexual appetite, but a softy nonetheless.
"Thank you," she said quietly, smiling shyly. She always had small bouts of bashfulness immediately after these escapades. After another sip, she placed the glass down and hooked her legs around Quinn's waist. Her arms wound around her too, fingers caught in her hair. "You're wonderful." she whispered, against her lips. Against her center, she could feel Quinn's erection pressing against her through her sweats, and she remembered with a blush that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I like you, Quinn." she confessed in a quiet voice. "For more than just your sexual prowess." she chuckled, nudging her nose against Quinn's, unwilling to let go of the koala-like hold she had on her. "Though I love that too." she pecked her on the lips just once, quickly, then changed the subject. She just wanted Quinn to know. They didn't have to make it a big deal, right? "Can we take a shower?"
A wide grin spread across Quinn's face at Rachel's confession, her grip around her waist tightening. Rachel liked her. She liked her. And for more than just sex, too! "But you gotta admit, my sexual prowess is pretty awesome," she said with a soft smile. Just like Rachel didn't make a big deal about Quinn's confession, she wouldn't make a big deal about this one. Even if a part of her wanted to push Rachel down and kiss her all over and maybe make her come again.
"Yeah, we can do that." Quinn nodded in response to Rachel's question about taking a shower. She noticed that Rachel said 'we' and not 'I' and the fact only served to make Quinn even happier. It also made her harder at the thought of a totally wet Rachel under a steady stream of water. "C'mon, I'm not carrying you up a flight of stairs." She disentangled herself from Rachel's limbs and helped her jump down from the counter.
She searched for Rachel's discarded boxers and found them on the floor several feet away but kept them away from Rachel. "You're getting naked soon anyway," she explained with a mischievous grin. But really, she just wanted to see Rachel climb the stairs with no pants on.
Hand in hand, they went upstairs though Quinn trailed behind a little just to stare at Rachel's ass. And what a wonderful ass it was, she thought as she bit on her bottom lip.
Once they were in her bathroom, Quinn quickly divested themselves of their clothes and ushered Rachel into the shower, eager to see her earlier mental image brought to life.
Rachel rolled her eyes when Quinn so blatantly ogled her ass, but if she were being totally honest here, she quite liked the attention Quinn gave to her behind. And Quinn quite clearly liked it too.
Upstairs, in the bathroom, Rachel stripped herself of Quinn's jersey a little reluctantly, but Quinn's appreciative gaze made it all worth it, as would the hot water which she desperately needed to cleanse her skin and ease her knotted muscles. Their vigorous night together had left her with achy shoulders.
"Come on, gorgeous." she smiled, pulling Quinn under the scalding water. Droplets rained down on their skin, sliding over their curves. Rachel's eyes dropped to where Quinn was still very, very hard. God, that girl had stamina.
"Do you need help with that?" she asked with a giggle, leaning up to kiss her slowly, softly, affectionately. Her hands went to Quinn's and she brought them down, over her waist and hips, and round to her ass. "I could feel your eyes on me." she teased between kisses as the hot water created steam around them. It was refreshing, and pretty darn romantic, even with their wandering hands and teasing words. Or maybe especially because of those things.
The hot water felt good on her skin, especially after last night and this morning. The sight she was treated to was even better. A completely drenched Rachel Berry was as incredibly hot as she thought it would be.
Quinn squeezed Rachel's ass as soon as her hands settled on them, loving the feel of them. She smiled lazily into the kisses they were exchanging. "You can hardly blame me," she said with another affectionate squeeze. "Your ass is amazing." She lowered her head to Rachel's neck, biting down tenderly and sucking before laving over the patch of skin with her tongue.
She rocked her erection against Rachel's smooth stomach lightly. "You gonna help me with this thing or not, babe?" She wondered idly if Rachel was still sensitive from the orgasms (multiple!) Quinn had give her a few minutes ago and if she was too sensitive to take her cock. She wanted to know what her pussy would feel like around her cock without anything separating them. And what better place than in the shower? It wouldn't be such a mess when she pulled out.
Rachel lifted on her toes and kissed Quinn's nose playfully when she praised her ass.
"You are-" a kiss to one cute cheek. "a complete-" the next cute cheek. "dork." her lips. But her silly teasing died down quite suddenly when she felt Quinn's needy motions, making the presence of her very hard cock known once again. Rachel's darkened eyes drifted downwards once more, and she couldn't help but compare it to how it looked when Quinn was soft (which wasn't very often, apparently.)
She actually thought it looked kind of cute when it was softer. But now, like this? Not so cute, but pretty hot. Or really hot. Rachel's hands immediately moved to Quinn's hips, not quite where they were wanted, but close.
"What do you want?" she asked, licking her lips subconsciously as she watched a single droplet of water run down the length of her erection. Was she really feeling jealousy towards a droplet of water?
What did she want? Quinn's eyes darkened at the question as she continued bruising Rachel's neck with her mouth. She wanted so many things. She wanted Rachel on her knees in front of her, sucking her dick, she wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow and when she came, she wanted to come in her.
"I want…" she trailed off at all the possibilities in her head. So many. But for now, she settled on one. "I want to fuck you against the wall. I want to fuck you raw, Rach, want you to feel my cock all the way in you with nothing between us. God, I can just imagine how wet you'll be around me, how tight your pussy will squeeze my cock because you want it so bad." She started backing Rachel up as she talked and pretty soon, she was pinning her up against the wall. "And when I come, I want you on your knees, swallowing every last drop."
With one leg, she spread both of Rachel's and started grinding against her thigh. Quinn licked her way up from Rachel's neck to her ear. "But that's just what I want," she whispered seductively. "You probably want something else. What do you want, Rachel?" Quinn wasn't entirely selfish. She'd freely do whatever it was that Rachel desired. Either way, she was getting off.
Rachel was caught breathless by Quinn filthy words, but her mind was caught between two places. Right and wrong. She wanted to be wrong, she wanted to let Quinn fuck her senseless against the wall, make her scream out again and arch away from the cool tiles, into the warm body pounding into her. She wanted Quinn to push her to her knees and slide her cock into her open, hungry mouth, and she wanted to swallow everything she had to give, tasting her own juices on Quinn as she did.
But there was the logical part of her mind, screaming at her that you just don't have sex without some form of protection. Not there at least. Sure, she could still take Quinn into her mouth, but, well, as Quinn had mentioned earlier… she was super fertile. Super! And that had to cut off certain forms of sex, right?
"Quinn…" Rachel started with the tone of apology already draping over her words. "We can't, you're super fertile! And while the idea of having your children isn't necessarily entirely unappealing, it would hinder my chances on the stage severely, not to mention your future plans too, because don't think for a second I would bring up your child alone, Quinn Fabray! Hell, you would be the one taking care of me when I was disgusting and pregnant!" Rachel was babbling, getting off track. "What if you like it too much when you feel how hot and wet I am, and you come before you can pull out? And even if you pull out in time, there's a chance of harboring sperm in your pre-come, Quinn! And if you're super fertile— super!— that's not a risk we should take!"
She licked her lips, breathing faster than usual from her long winded speech, avoiding Quinn's eyes for the time being, certain that she had horrified the girl by the impromptu science and ethics lesson, in the shower.
"That being said," she started again, voice calmer now. "If we plan to make this a regular occurrence, I'd be keen to look into alternative forms of protection that would allow you to…" she cleared her throat, blushing. "Well, come inside me."
Quinn's head fell to Rachel's should with a small sigh of disappointment as water beat down on them steadily. She stopped her rocking motions against her thigh and listened to her babble, a small smile appearing on her face at Rachel's rambling. It was adorable. But the revelation that Rachel didn't find having her entirely unappealing, along with the image of her pregnant with Quinn's child, caused her to freeze up for a second before she relaxed. While she didn't want any children any time soon, the idea - with Rachel - wasn't 'entirely unappealing' either. But it would take a long time before Quinn stopped being terrified of just the thought.
But she pushed that to the back of her mind for now as she ran her hand up and down Rachel's side soothingly. "You're right," Quinn agreed, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "You're totally right. I'm sorry, I just got caught up in the moment," she said with a hint of regret. Quinn firmly believed that sooner or later, Rachel Berry's name would be up in lights and she didn't want to Rachel's dreams with a pregnancy just because she was too horny to control herself.
Her ears perked up as Rachel cleared her throat and blushed. She pulled back to smile at Rachel, hands settling on slim hips. "You'd go on the pill for me?" she asked, a tinge of awe in her voice. "That's so…hot." The thought that maybe Rachel wanted to feel Quinn come in her as much as she wanted to sent a shiver down her spine.
"So um…" Quinn glanced down at her half hard erection; it had softened at the mention of pregnancies. "We should just skip ahead to the last part of what I said, huh?" She hated to admit it, but she was sucha teenage boy sometimes. It couldn't be helped that her dick took over her thinking process! Especially around Rachel.
Rachel rolled her eyes because after all of that, Quinn still went to "That's so hot" while Rachel was in a post-ramble panic.
"You're ridiculous." she sighed with a hint of a smile. But Quinn's fixation on still coming grounded her, oddly, and assured her that she wasn't going to be dealing with any unplanned pregnancies anytime soon. She was also more than a little relieved to see that the mere mention of it made Quinn lose her hard on, because Rachel did not want a child in her anytime soon, and also because it showed quite clearly that Quinn took it as seriously as she did. When she wasn't caught up in the moment, at least. And just because Rachel wasn't grossed out by the idea of Quinn getting her pregnant, did not mean that she wanted it to happen.
She began to pepper kisses down the side of Quinn's neck as her hand came between them, stroking Quinn to her full potential again, slowly but firmly. She squeezed just slightly as she neared the head each time, feeling the dick in her hand swell quickly and noticeably.
"I would go on the pill if it meant I could feel you inside me." she murmured against the soft skin she found by Quinn's throat. "Feel your come inside me. There are so many places I want your come." she added, punctuating it with a teasing nip to Quinn's neck. She attached her lips there and added another mark to the collection Quinn had dotted around her body.
A free hand found itself at Quinn's breasts, tweaking a hardened nipple almost harshly. She would have spent more time there but Quinn's cock was throbbing in her hand by now, and she figured that considering how long Quinn had been waiting, she didn't deserve to be teased.
She fell to her knees, eyes never leaving Quinn's erection, and brought her hands up to it, guiding it to her lips so she could press hot, open mouthed kisses from the base to the tip before taking the first few inches into her mouth. Quinn felt enormous in her mouth as Rachel pressed the head against the soft inside of one of her cheeks, tongue worshiping the cock inside her all the while. She groaned around it, her small hand stroking the inches she hadn't taken inside yet, and desperately wished she was already on the pill. She wanted to be fucked, and sucking Quinn's cock just made the need worse.
Quinn's mouth fell open and her head tilted backwards as Rachel finally took her into her mouth. She needed this, especially after the images Rachel had put into her mind about wanting her come. If Rachel's hand hadn't made her hand, her words and those mental images would have certainly done the trick.
She moaned and tangled one hand in Rachel's hair while the other braced itself against the wall. She'd need the help staying upright with the way Rachel was sucking and stroking her erection. "It's like your mouth was made for sucking cock," she said in wonder, watching the way the tip disappeared past Rachel's lips. Her mouth felt so good around her, so hot and wet and fuck. Quinn let out a string of curses and clenched her hand in Rachel's hair at the feel of tongue licking around her shaft and a delicate hand stroking her.
"Take all of it, baby," she rasped with a hint of pleading. She was so, so close to coming but she also wanted Rachel swallowing around her as she came. The way Rachel had gone down on her earlier in the morning was still burned into her mind and God, did she want to feel that again. She wanted that delicate throat milking her for all she was worth.
The only thing that could make things better was… "Rachel, touch yourself for me."
Rachel let Quinn's cock slide out of her mouth and opened her darkened eyes, meeting Quinn's.
"Only your cock," she corrected with a half smile before she took a deep breath and did as requested. Her doe eyes held those dark pools of gold as she lowered her mouth over Quinn's hard cock. She felt mild resistance as the head brushed her throat for the first time, but she closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her muscles. She continued to slide more and more in until she had every delicious inch inside her, and finally moaned wantonly around her. Her pussy clenched around nothing in response to the eight inches inside her.
As she worked Quinn over with her tongue while massaging with her throat, her hand drifted between her own thighs, where she lightly touched her clit. She was still so sensitive that she began writhing against her own fingers, speeding up her motions. It wouldn't take long at all. She whimpered around Quinn's dick desperately as she approached her own orgasm, sucking harder, faster, bobbing up and down so the swollen head of her cock repeatedly bumped against the back of her throat.
Quinn's knees nearly buckled at the sensation of the head of her dick hitting the back of Rachel's throat. Her hand fisted in Rachel's hair and she rolled her hips against her mouth, loving the way her throat constricted around her aching hard on. "Such a good little cocksucker," she moaned, helping Rachel move against her. Maybe it was too crude but Quinn was past the point of caring.
Movement beyond Rachel sucking on her caught her eye and immediately she groaned when she saw that Rachel was touching herself. She couldn't see everything but it didn't stop her imagination - and mouth - from running wild. "Are you imagining it's me touching your pussy, Rachel?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you imagining it's my fingers? My cock? I always make you come so hard with them, don't I, baby?" Quinn whimpered as she started imagining Rachel's pussy around her without anything else between them. And God, Rachel would do that thing she loved where she basically strangled her cock with her tight walls.
Within seconds, she was coming down Rachel's throat, curses and swear words echoing on the bathroom walls. Quinn rocked her hips slowly, riding out her orgasm and savoring the feel of Rachel swallowing around her.
Quinn's filthy, filthy words were spurring her on more and more; she could feel juices pooling in her own palm as her delicate throat muscles milked the come from Quinn's balls. To her frustration though, as thick come filled her mouth, causing her throat muscles to swallow harder around Quinn, her body only seemed to wind tighter without being able to reach a climax. Because yes, she was imagining her fingers were Quinn's fingers, even her cock, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't make herself feel like Quinn could.
When she felt that Quinn had given all she could, she still didn't let up. It wasn't even that she wanted Quinn to come again; she wasn't actually sure she could. Guys couldn't, could they? Not so soon? But having her dick in her mouth was pushing her towards the orgasm she so desperately wanted.
"Oh God, Quinn…" she whimpered, still swallowing the come Quinn had shot into her mouth, massaging her cock and tonguing it sloppily. She thrust her fingers in deeper and harder, rolling her hips against her own fingers until finally, she came apart. It was good, but nothing like the orgasms Quinn could give her. Finally, she allowed Quinn's dick to slide out of her mouth. She panted breathlessly, still looking up at Quinn doe-eyed from her knees. "Good, baby?"
Quinn moaned helplessly as Rachel continued working on her even after she'd come. God, this woman was insatiable and Quinn absolutely loved it but she couldn't, not right after an orgasm as big as the one she'd just had. She felt like she had nothing else to give her. "Rachel," she whimpered, trying to push her away from her dick. Five minutes, that was all she needed, five minutes and she'd be good to again.
She could see Rachel's hand working furiously between her legs and she groaned at the sight, at the reailzation that Rachel was trying to make herself come with Quinn in her mouth. Well, there were worse fates than a girl sucking on you to make herself orgasm so Quinn resigned herself to her fate with a happy sigh. Finally, she could feel Rachel shuddering below her and her already half hard dick sliding out of her mouth.
"Unbelievably good, babe," Quinn agreed breathlessly, looking down at Rachel. She didn't want to be an asshole about it but God, did she look good on her knees. She helped Rachel up to her feet and pinned her to the wall, peppering kisses all over her face before she finally settled on her lips, tongue darting out between them. "You should get an award for this mouth of yours," she murmured, running her thumb along Rachel's bottom lip. "Did you have a good time down there?" she asked with a teasing smile before leaning back in for a soft kiss.
Quinn stepped back, pulling Rachel along with her so they were both fully under the spray of the still running shower. She reached for the soap and started lathering up her hands. Time to do what they initially came her to do.
Rachel was absolutely spent. She could do nothing but look at Quinn with a tired smile. She had never experienced so many orgasms in such a short space of time, and honestly, her body was beginning to feel the effects.
"Mmm," she hummed in response to Quinn's question. "I'm exhausted." she admitted, though it was still fairly early in the morning. She ignored Quinn's soapy hands and wrapped herself around her crush, hugging her close. She buried her face in Quinn's neck and just stayed there for a second, resting between her shoulder and neck. "I'm not having sex with you anymore." she moaned against wet skin that still smelled of Rachel more than anything else. Sliding her hands along the slope of Quinn's back, she inhaled the scent with closed eyes.
"What are we doing?" she asked, all but snuggling into Quinn. "I mean… are we…" she pulled back, still so close that their noses touched. "Is this more than sex?" she asked feeling butterflies fluttering inside her. What she really wanted to ask was "Why did you get me that drink to help my throat?" or"Do you really like me?" or "Why did you tell me I'm amazing while fucking me?" or "Is a date completely beyond the realms of possibility after this?"
Quinn's soapy hands came to rest around Rachel's waist as she wrapped herself around her. She'd probably have to explain the high water bill to her mom but this was worth it, just holding Rachel. She let out a light laugh when Rachel declared she wasn't going to have sex with her anymore. Yeah, good luck with that.
But then Rachel was staring at her intently, asking her what this was and all Quinn could do was swallow. She stayed quiet for a few moments, contemplating the question as her hands ran up and down Rachel's back absently. Finally, she came to a decision. "Here's what we're going to do, Rach," she said, leaning her forehead against Rachel's. "We're going to finish this shower, get dressed and then I'm going to take you home."
She tilted her head to press a soft kiss to Rachel's lips. "And then you're going to get into bed, get some rest without worrying about me groping you in your sleep and tonight," Another kiss. "I'm going to take you out on a date." Her mind was already trying to come up with an idea for the date. Last night's party and defacing of private property and an actual bed was about as good as it got with Quinn but Rachel deserved more than what she got last night. She'd probably spend the whole day trying to come up with a suitable date idea. "What do you think?" That is, if Rachel actually wanted to go on a date with her.
"I think…" she started, leaning up to steal yet another kiss. "You're a complete marshmallow under all this badassery." she teased, still with her lips against Quinn's. She could feel soapy bubbles being washed from Quinn's hands and sliding down her own skin, giving her a warm fuzzy feeling. "But yeah," she whispered, holding her girl a little tighter.
So, yeah, maybe Quinn was sort of her girl in her head. For now, at least, while they were naked and wet and half dead from too many orgasms, with the promise of a date later on. How come Quinn treated her like such a princess? She had never seen her be so sweet or even attentive to anybody else before.
It was probably because she got to call Rachel a good little cocksucker while she had her on her knees, Rachel thought with a blush and a soft chuckle. So it wasn't exactly how she had imagined her first sexual experience to go, but she certainly wasn't complaining.
"Yeah, it sounds nice." she confirmed. The bed part sounded more enticing that anything else at that point. "Don't go all out, babe." she mumbled tiredly, still peppering soft kisses against pale skin. "And I'm taking your soccer jersey home to sleep in." she added, without leaving any room for debate.
They concluded their shower quickly once they stopped groping and kissing and… well, okay there was still a little groping and kissing. But they managed to get out from under the hot water and helped each other dry off, still sharing soft kisses and now a fluffy towel too.
Quinn dug through the clothes in her dresser, looking for clothes that would fit Rachel and perfectly willing to let jibes about her badassery go while still high off of her orgasm. She handed Rachel a pair of shorts she hadn't worn in forever and tight fitting Superman shirt. "Keep them," Quinn told her, meaning her jersey and the clothes. "They look way better on you than they ever did on me anyway." She got dressed as well, in a black v neck and jeans, but openly stared at Rachel as she did. Down, Fabray, she thought as she licked her lips.
In short order, they were on the road in her father's old car, which her mom had kept in the divorce. Sucks for her dad, yay for Quinn. As she drove, she glanced over at Rachel. It would still be badass to hold her hand, right…? Right, because she was doing what she wanted. She reached over the console and took Rachel's hand in hers but otherwise didn't acknowledge what she'd done. She kept her eyes on the road and her left hand on the wheel. She was still totally badass, no matter what Rachel said.
Too quickly though, Quinn was pulling up in front of the Berry house and she slipped her hand from Rachel's to put the car in park. Finally, she turned to face Rachel. "I'll see you tonight?" she said with a quirk of her eyebrow.