Quinn waited in her car outside of the Berry house, windows down and nervously puffing a cigarette as she waited for Rachel to come outside. Unlike last night, she'd chosen not to honk her horn to signal that she was waiting but instead had sent Rachel a text message letting her know. Eventually, maybe after a few more dates, she'd actually knock on the front door instead of lurking in the car. But for now, she didn't want to chance a meeting with the Berry men.
She brought the cigarette to her lips, breathing in and then exhaling smoke. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel then glanced at her phone's time. It was just five minutes after she'd sent the text to Rachel so there really was no need to fret.
Quinn took another puff of the cigarette. She hoped Rachel would enjoy the date. She'd practically worn a hole into the carpet, trying to come up with an idea. In the end, because she remembered Rachel saying not to go all out, she'd finally settled on a dinner and movie but with it's own non-boring twist. Quinn checked her phone again. One minute since she'd last checked. "Ugh," she muttered, stubbing the cigarette out and throwing it outside the window.
Getting ready had been a nightmare. First of all, make up was a problem. She didn't realize how difficult it could be to cover up hickeys, but hey, now she had them climbing down her neck, she knew! Second came her clothes, and she had no idea how to dress. Quinn had practically (if not literally) devoured her once she caught sight of Rachel last night; did that mean she had to wear something similar again? Or was she allowed to dress like herself again?
She paced the room in nothing but Quinn's jersey. How formal would this date be anyway? She said not to go all out, but how could she know if Quinn decided to follow her advice or not?
Finally, Rachel decided on a dark blue dress with a white cardigan over the top. It wasn't badass or rock 'n' roll, but it was Rachel, and that should be enough, right? Finally, eleven minutes after receiving Quinn's text, Rachel trotted towards the door and outside the house towards the car. She was a little shocked that Quinn hadn't come to the door, but she pushed it aside.
"Hey you," she said once inside, smoothing her hands over invisible wrinkles in her dress. Quinn, of course, looked stunning. "Sorry, I took so long. I didn't know what to wear." she admitted with a light shrug and a smile.
Quinn breathed an audible sigh of relief when she finally saw Rachel come out of the house. She'd been debating whether to go out and actually knock on the door or just stay. Thankfully, Rachel had appeared before she was able to make a decision. Quinn looked her over, smiling at the different style of clothes. While she had to admit that badass Rachel was kind of hot, Rachel in her own clothes certainly had it's own, much bigger appeal.
"You're perfect," she assured her. Quinn herself had just changed into one of her better shirts. It had buttons and a collar and everything. That was as dressed up as Quinn got nowadays. She leaned across the center console to kiss Rachel hello and hoping that she wouldn't notice that she tasted like cigarette ash or wouldn't kick up a fuss about it. She should have popped some gum earlier.
She put the car into drive and glanced over at Rachel, her date. "Ready?" She winked and stepped on the gas. They were headed for the outer limits of town, to an abandoned airstrip. About a minute into the drive, About a minute into the drive, Quinn reached across for Rachel's hand.
"Smoking is a terrible habit." she said into the kiss, but she was smiling, because who wouldn't smile if they had a dressed up Quinn Fabray kissing them? Rachel agreed that yes, she was ready, and idly adjusted a kink in Quinn's collar as she pondered their abrupt change in dynamics.
Before yesterday, they hardly spoke. They went from barely speaking, to going to a party together, bickering all the while, to having a two day festival of unbelievable sex. This is roughly when Rachel thought their relationship would fall back to its natural state, and they'd go back to making snappy remarks as their only form of conversation, but strangely, things only got more… well, strange.
There was a date, not out of obligation, but judging by Quinn's compliments and soft lips, it had to be because she actually wanted to be on this date. The 360 in their relationship was a little dizzying, but who was Rachel to complain? She just held onto Quinn's hand and let her date drive them to wherever they were going. And speaking of…
"Quinn, where exactly are you taking us?" she said, frowning at the scenery as they whizzed past. It was unfamiliar territory, at least for Rachel.
"We're going to an old, abandoned airstrip just outside of town," Quinn told her. She took her eyes off the road for a second to grin mischievously and raise an eyebrow at Rachel. "It's where I take all the dates I plan to murder." She let that hang in the air between them as she turned back to the road, mischievous smile still in place. A part of her hoped Rachel would realize it was a joke and not think she was an actual murderer but another part of her wanted to torture her for just a little while longer.
Soon enough, they'd arrived at their destination, a small hangar connected to the airstrip. "C'mon, Princess, time's a wasting," Quinn hummed happily as she got out of the car and tapped the hood to urge Rachel out. She walked over to the side door, twisting the knob she'd had to pick earlier. Hey, it wasn't a Quinn Fabray date if there wasn't at least a possibility of a misdemeanor. But Ronnie and Mack were listening to police scanners for kicks tonight and she'd ordered them to text her if cops were headed their way so they were relatively safe.
She led Rachel into the dark hangar and her hand groped for a switch for a moment. When she found it, the large room filled with light. There, in the center was a blanket laid out on the floor topped with a multitudecomfy-looking pillows. On the far wall was a large make shift screen made of a white sheet. "Thought we could watch a movie," Quinn explained. She nodded back towards the car. "And dinner's in the backseat of the car. Thai and the vegan waffles I promised you," she said with a small self-satisfied smile. She'd outdone herself, if she did say so herself, though there really wasn't much to outdo.
Quinn gestured towards the laptop connected to the projector. "I've got a ton of movies in different genres over there. Pick one while I go get dinner?" With a wink, she turned around and headed back to the car to get the boxes of takeout. She returned, arms laden with the containers. "Pick one yet?"
Rachel would have been more alarmed had Quinn not been such a cuddly marshmallow when they were alone and stripped bare. As it were currently, she didn't exactly expect any murders coming from the hands intertwined with her own. Still, she was confused as to why they were going to an abandoned airstrip. What kind of date that didn't end in murder would be hosted in a place like that? Seriously, if her last days on Earth had been spent sleeping with a murderer, she would not be happy.
But in no time, all was revealed, and Rachel was stunned speechless, heart winged and fluttering in her chest wildly. It was odd, there was no two ways about that. But it was uniquely romantic too, and Rachel felt herself sink into her feelings for Quinn Fabray all the more. The whole thing was soQuinn. Before she had a chance to throw herself at Quinn and shower her in appreciative kisses though, the secret softy had disappeared back to the car, and so Rachel did as instructed. She didn't think a romantic comedy would really be to Quinn's taste, but defiantly, she chose one anyway. Love Actually, a romcom based around Christmas time with various couples and their love stories.
"Mhm," she hummed when her date had returned. She took the containers of food out of Quinn's arms and disposed of them carelessly on their blanket for a moment, so she could lean up and get a kiss. "You're certainly creative." she praised, looking into Quinn's pretty eyes. "How many times are you gonna take my breath away?" she asked in awe, but then quickly and firmly added "Don't make a sex joke." with a raised eyebrow.
With her hand finding Quinn's, she led them both to the cushioned area and made herself comfortable tucked into Quinn's side, stealing her warmth and scent all at once. The smell of cigarettes was hidden somewhere beneath her own unique smell, but somehow she was still drawn to it. Besides, even though she despised smoking, she couldn't deny that Quinn looks darn sexy with a cigarette propped between her lips and that cocky smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.
"Quinn?" she asked as she draped her two legs over the top of Quinn's lap comfortably. "I've been wondering, um, well… how exactly did you go from not even acknowledging my first name to finally realizing that I am in fact perfect?" her tone was jokey and light, but she was truly curious as to what had changed for Quinn. Was there even a turning point, or was it all just a happy coincidence after a drunken fling? Maybe it wasn't even that relevant, but Rachel couldn't ever keep her curiosity under control.
"But it would've been so easy!" Quinn whined although she couldn't think of any sex jokes at the moment, especially when Rachel was looking so smiley and pleased with what Quinn had come up with. She had to step up her game…and stop using phrases like 'step up her game.'
She let Rachel lead her to the blanket, suppressing a smile when she cuddled into her side. This was something she could get used to. Quinn settled her land on Rachel's leg, caressing it idly and then watching it intently when Rachel asked her question. "I realized you were perfect when…" she paused, trying to remember the exact time. It wasn't hard. "First day of high school. You sang the national anthem and…" Quinn dropped her head to Rachel's shoulder and mumbled the next words, "I popped a boner."
She slid her hand off of Rachel's leg and winced. "I'm not a creep. I just - I tried to ignore it and you and it worked right up until last night." She leaned away, putting some distance between, a hard thing to do when Rachel was all but sitting in her lap. Quinn shrugged, eyes trained on anywhere but the girl in front of her. "I've always thought you were kind of perfect."
Rachel couldn't suppress her snort of laughter at Quinn's chosen phraseology, as she never could. She wasn't exactly a work of Shakespeare. But still, Rachel could sympathize with the story. It must have been uncomfortable, even embarrassing for Quinn back then. She could remember the awkward, dorky Quinn Fabray before the pink hair, and how her… physical reactions, could only have made things more difficult, though Rachel never would have shunned her.
Maybe it was easier this way; waiting until they were both drunk and hungry for each other, and progressing from there, but part of Rachel wished she had known back then, and that she could have even befriended Quinn before falling straight into bed with her.
Rachel adjusted herself until she was sitting right on top of Quinn, with her hands either side of a pale, delicate neck. If she moved her shirt just slightly, she could see the small bruises dotting her skin. I did that, she thought with pride. If Quinn thought she could get away from Rachel, she was wrong. Rachel eliminated the distance between them in one swift motion.
"I don't think you're a creep." she said honestly, pouring the sincerity into her words, even though Quinn obviously wasn't too keen on having this conversation. "Are you…" she giggled quietly, leaning in until her nose nudged against Quinn's. "Are you embarrassed? After everything we've done together?" Was the big bad Quinn Fabray getting bashful? Rachel felt her heart melt in her chest as she stole a giggly kiss from Quinn's lips.
"I'm not embarrassed," she muttered against Rachel's lips, her arms wrapping around her slim waist. Well, she was, a little, as evidenced by the blush across her cheeks. Quinn had just been so awkward back then, the situation itself was awkward but she was glad to know that Rachel didn't think she was a creep. She probably thought it was cute, Quinn guessed with a mental eyeroll.
Her eyes dropped to Rachel's neck and she smirked at the light dusting of bruises visible even with the makeup. "Speaking of everything we've done, nice coverup job, Princess," she said smugly, pushing Rachel's cardigan aside to survey her handiwork. She mentally patted herself on the back at all the hickies she'd given Rachel and leaned up for a kiss.
"We're supposed to be watching a movie," Quinn said as she reluctantly pulled away. She slid Rachel off her lap so she wouldn't strain her neck too much but kept her close by her side. Reaching for the remote, she pressed play and turned to the screen. "Let's see what drivel you're subjecting me to, Berry," she said with a small teasing smile. Quinn handed Rachel the plastic full of Thai takeout boxes, urging her to pick one out before getting one herself and settling back to watch the movie.
Rachel blushed unexpectedly, reaching up to her neck to lightly finger the still sensitive bruises on her skin. The visible ones, anyway. She didn't even attempt to cover the others.
"They're hard to cover." she defended immediately, though she noticed Quinn hadn't actually tried to cover her own. Rachel felt that pride again; the feeling of claiming somebody, being possessive enough to mark her territory with her teeth. The idea that any other girl or boy who might take an interest would see that she's spoken for, even if not officially, was more than enough for Rachel's lips to curl into a satisfied smile.
"It's a good movie!" she defended once more as Quinn looked at her with that ridiculous smile that Rachel had grown undeniably fond of. "You'll like it. It's cute and fluffy, just like you." she teased right back, ruffling Quinn's pink hair until it looked just as fluffy as when they had woken up in bed together. And speaking of cute and fluffy, Quinn's cheeks had unfortunately calmed down from where she had blushed in embarrassment about her reaction to seeing Rachel sing when they were freshmen. She had been almost as pink as her hair.
As the movie started playing, Rachel finally removed her attention from the girl beside her and watched the love stories play out, engrossed and hardly aware of the world around her. Each time something adorably romantic would happen, she would resist the urge to swoon by burrowing deeper into Quinn's side, though Quinn could have been a grizzly bear for all Rachel was aware of. Even her eating had been put on auto pilot to stare intently at the makeshift screen, and sometimes the food didn't even make it to her mouth, where mouthing the lines to the movie became her first priority. In the particularly heartbreaking scenes, food was discarded completely for Rachel to clutch at the nearest part of Quinn, whether it be her hands or just her clothes. She clung to her date regardless.
Quinn scowled at Rachel calling her cute and fluffy - she was not! - and tried to tame her wild hair, not an easy task since it hadn't been that tame before Rachel messed with it earlier. Finally, she decided to leave it, settling down to watch the movie and eat her dinner.
As the movie played, Quinn found herself watching Rachel more than the screen. It wasn't that the movie was interesting, it actually was; Quinn found herself laughing out loud a bunch of times. It wasn't the typical romantic comedy she was expecting but while the movie was interesting, she found Rachel so much more so. Quinn's eyes would watch the screen for a few minutes but they'd eventually make their way back to her.
Rachel was just so expressive and so invested in the movie that Quinn found herself smiling in amusement as she mouthed along to the lines or clung to her. Halfway through the movie, Quinn took the forgotten food away from Rachel and set them aside with hers before pulling her closer against her as they watched the dorky ginger guy score with some totally hot American women. She smiled. She knew she liked this movie for a reason.
When the credits rolled after a heartwarming speech by Hugh Grant, Quinn turned to Rachel. "That was a really good movie," she said emphatically. Even if she'd missed half of it because she was too busy staring at Rachel and occasionally, down Rachel's dress.
"So…what do you want to do now?" Quinn asked her with a raised eyebrow. She had really only thought this far ahead in their date. She figured they could decide what to do after the movie. "Do you want to go back into town and walk around? Or…" Her eyes dropped down to Rachel's dress of their own accord. "We could do something else," she suggested. Were they following first date rules? They'd already slept together so did the 'don't have sex on the first date' rule apply?
Her brow dipped in confusion as Quinn's eyes wandered, and instinctively she followed with her own eyes. Was Quinn look at… at her breasts? Rachel placed a finger below Quinn's chin and tipped her head back up again.
"Quinn Fabray, my eyes are up here, you know." she said with an unimpressed eyebrow raised. Quinn really was like a teenage boy, except worse. She wanted it just as often, but she had killer stamina, and she knew from failed sexual experiences (or rather, attempts) with Finn that guys their age couldn't do what Quinn could do. And sure, Finn had quite obviously never satisfied her, he hadn't even gotten around to touching her, and Quinn… well Quinn had practically fucked her into a coma, and that certainly was satisfying. But it was their first date!
Rachel sighed and dropped her hand to Quinn's thigh affectionately, not necessarily with the intention of arousing her, though knowing Quinn, it could very well have that effect.
"Quinn… sweetheart," she started cautiously. "This date has been wonderful. And sleeping with you is… mind blowing. But this is our first date. I know we sort of skipped to the third date before we actually started dating, but now that we're here, the rules do apply. We're not having sex before our third date." Rachel watched carefully for any reactions or perhaps mental breakdowns, or maybe Quinn trying to persuade her otherwise. She hoped not, because if her hands began to wander there was no way Rachel would be able to stick to her decision.
Quinn let out a small sigh of disappointment. "But, Rach - " she caught herself there and shook her head. She wasn't a teenage boy and she certainly wouldn't pressure Rachel into sex before she was ready for it, even if they had technically already slept together. Quinn refused to be that type of person.
She took the hand on her thigh in hers and brought it to her lips. "Yeah, okay," she agreed with a nod. "Not before the third date." …shit. That meant she'd have to think up two more dates and who knows how many more after that. She'd had a hard enough time trying to figure out this one! But Quinn didn't let her inner panic show, just smiled at Rachel, if a little thinly.
Quinn rolled onto her back on the blanket and sighed, glancing at Rachel. "Can we at least cuddle before I take you home?" It was a Sunday night after all and they did have class in the morning. That didn't particularly matter to Quinn but she guessed it was important to Rachel to not miss any of her morning classes.
A thought occurred to her and she sent a warning glare Rachel's way. "Don't you dare call me cute or cuddly or fluffy," she warned. Cuddling was badass. It gave her a chance to grope Rachel a little.
Rachel sighed in relief, smiling gratefully at Quinn, and nodded her head. Yes to cuddling. She ignored Quinn's warnings and instead, placed herself directly on top of her date, so their bodies molded together everywhere. Each dip and curve fit just right.
"You're not cute." she pecked Quinn's lips once. "Or cuddly." another kiss. "Not even fluffy." she lied again, and gave Quinn a longer kiss. "You're a badass." she purred against Quinn's lips, running her hands down her sides. Her curves filled Rachel's hands deliciously. "My badass." she caught Quinn's bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it playfully.
So maybe this wasn't exactly what Quinn had in mind when she suggested cuddling, but it was still good, right?
She lightly soother her bottom lip with her tongue, sliding along it slowly before pulling back just enough to speak again. "Just because we're not sleeping together just yet, doesn't mean we can't make out, right?" she asked as her lips drifted along the line of Quinn's jaw.
Quinn had been surprised when Rachel climbed up on top of her but she wasn't complaining. And she certainly wouldn't complain about the fact that Rachel had called her her badass. She was a bit more pleased at the badass part but only by just a little.
"Right," she replied with a vigorous nod. Her hands settled just above Rachel's ass and squeezed. They'd have gone lower but she didn't want to tempt fate, herself or Rachel. Quinn captured Rachel's lips with hers, pressing into her everywhere she could. Her tongue dragged along Rachel's wet lips to part them, tasting lip gloss and some sauce from their food. She pulled back to press open mouthed kisses along Rachel's jaw and down her smooth neck. She bit into an existing hickey before quickly soothing it with her tongue.
Lips connected once again and Quinn groaned. She had never kissed anyone like Rachel Berry and she doubted she ever would. She was content for now to just kiss her and to find new PG-13 ways to make her moan. Her hands kept their firm grip, keeping them as close as they possibly could be with their clothes on, as her thumbs drew circular patters on Rachel's skin over the cloth of her dress.
Sooner, rather than later, Quinn felt the effects of their making out. She could feel herself slowly getting hard against Rachel's leg. Her head fell backwards, away from Rachel's wonderful lips. "I should get you home," she sighed. And then she could take care of her erection.
Rachel had been enjoying herself too much, hissing when Quinn's teeth found an already sensitive spot on her neck. Rachel figured out quickly that there was already a hickey there, and Quinn was making sure it would definitely stay. It was going to be impossible to cover up at school the next day.
Quinn continued her delicious assault; lips, tongue, teeth. She kissed like a pro, and soon she had Rachel squirming and groaning. It wasn't exactly that she was raring to go, so to speak, it was just that Rachel had always been a passionate kisser. Something Finn Hudson could never keep up with. Quinn could keep up and more.
Soon enough though, Quinn broke their kiss and dropped her head back. Rachel shifted, taking it as a prompt to explore and taste her neck, and that's when she felt it. It was just the beginnings of an erection in Quinn's pants, but apparently it was enough for Quinn to require a break.
She whined into her neck, kissing her at the base of her throat lightly when Quinn suggested that their date end, hoping to persuade her to stay with kisses. Rachel didn't want to stop yet. For a brief second, her hand lowered between them, almost reaching for the slight swell in her date's pants. But she stopped. They shouldn't. It would lead to more sex and Rachel didn't even know if Quinn had bought more condoms— and actually, if she had, it was presumptuous and she wouldn't be giving it up anyway. So no. No sex. No hand jobs, blow jobs, or any jobs of any kind.
Rachel conceded defeat and managed to push herself up off of Quinn, and she hoped the pressure applied to Quinn's crotch wasn't too torturous. She didn't want to be mean, after all, and more importantly, if she saw the bulge straining her pants, Rachel too would be sexually frustrated, and that just wouldn't do.
"Thank you," she said once they had both stood up. Rachel laced her fingers with Quinn's and pecked her lips chastely. "For the date and for respecting my wishes. And, if you need something to make the wait worth while, well…" she chewed on her bottom lip, a little shy at admitting this part when they were both fully clothed. It was much easier to talk about sex when lost in the moment. "Well, I have an appointment with my doctor in a few days, and I'm sure by the time we reach our third date, you'll be able to… well, we'll be able to… I mean… you know… without condoms." she finished her awkward babble with a wrinkle of her nose, disapproving of her own lack of eloquence.
Quinn would have found Rachel's babbling if not for the images brought on by her words. She crushed their lips together, all teeth and tongue and overwhelming passion. She let out a quiet groan as she pulled away. "You can't say things like that and expect me not to react, Rachel," she muttered, shifting to keep her erection from being too obvious. It was going to seem as if the minutes crawled until their third date. She shuddered slightly before kissing Rachel again, sucking on her lower lip.
After a few more minutes of standing there in the middle of the hangar just kissing, they gathered the unopened and discarded boxes of takeout and left, hand in hand. Quinn would just come back for the rest of the things after school tomorrow.
She was grateful that there were few cars on the roads. It only meant that she could glance over at Rachel, sometimes locking eyes with her, every so often. Her thumb continued tracing circles on the back of Rachel's hand as the radio played the station of Rachel's choosing. It was a big deal since Quinn never let anyone touch her radio and she would have slapped her hands away while she was fiddling with it but then Rachel started singing along and she decided it was worth it.
Too quickly, they were pulling up to the Berry house and Quinn shut the engine off. She turned to Rachel, cupping her cheek, and leaned over to kiss her. She didn't want to say goodnight yet and if she could draw it out by kissing her, all the better. But soon enough, too soon, Quinn pulled away with a lingering kiss. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, babe," she said as she licked her lips. "I'd pick you up but I've got practice in the morning." Sylvester was coaching soccer on top of Cheerios so practices were always grueling but Quinn liked them and her coach well enough. It gave her a chance to work out frustrations.
Rachel's mind was still reeling from Quinn's unexpected and rather vigorous kiss all the way back at the hangar. She didn't even understand Quinn's reaction to the nonsense she had stammered out, but she wasn't complaining at all. Quinn's passionate technique left Rachel weak at the knees.
And now she found herself here, outside her own house. When had that happened? had she really stared glassy-eyed and unfocused out of the window the whole ride home, with that dopey smile on her face? Well, apparently, yes.
Fortunately though, by the time she pulled herself out of her post-make out haze, Quinn's lips were back on hers once more, just to say goodbye, and Rachel found herself melting into the pink-haired girl. She had no idea how she could refrain from sleeping with her for so long, but honestly, she needed some time to think, to get to know Quinn better, to just… try to establish what it meant to actually date Quinn.
She just hadn't expected to fall for somebody like Quinn. A badass. A rebel. A punk. Yeah, it was all very hot and exciting, sexy as hell, and the sex was… God, words couldn't do it justice. But what did that mean for a long term relationship? Could she even function with Quinn on a regular basis? She was deeply neurotic, obsessive about succeeding and her determination made her selfish and often in need of being put in her place. She was a diva. Could Quinn deal with that? And could Rachel deal with all of Quinn's quirks too?
Rachel was pulled from her internal questioning by Quinn, right there, calling her babe and explaining that she would pick her up tomorrow if she could. Rachel couldn't understand why she would do that. She was so caring, so sweet, so… so much of everything Rachel had dreamed of finding in a partner, but never expected to find while she was still so young.
"You're perfect, Quinn." Rachel blurted out before she had time to process the thought. "You… you said that you always thought I was perfect, and I just think you should know that, well… likewise."
Rachel took a deep breath and told herself firmly that it was time to leave. Time to let Quinn go home and deal with the issue in her pants, and for Rachel to go take a shower and try not to imagine Quinn taking care of herself.
…Would it count if they… did that… with each other before the third date? That wasn't sex right? God, she needed to stop thinking about it.
"Hey, uh… would you mind if I watched you practice?" Rachel reached out to fiddle with Quinn's collar, just because she could. Because she liked touching Quinn in some way at all times. "I know you're not playing a real game or anything, but I still want to cheer you on. Like Hermione did when Ron was trying out for Quidditch, you know? Also…" her hand slid lower, from her collar down to her sternum just before the swell of her breasts. Still in the safe zone. "You look really good in your uniform." That was an understatement, but she didn't need to get into it now. "Would you mind?"
Quinn looked away at Rachel's compliment. She had never taken compliments well, mostly because she had never really received enough for her to get used to it. A nurturing, reassuring environment, her house was not. But Rachel didn't need to know about that drama. Not now after a wonderful date. Or ever really. "I know I am," she said, turning back with a cocky smile. She shrugged as if Rachel telling her she was perfect was no big deal. It was.
Not for the first time, Quinn wondered what she was doing with Rachel. Sure, she'd had a crush on the girl for ages but how had she jumped from that into a semi-relationship literally overnight? Okay, so the sex was mindblowing and Rachel had an incredibly talented mouth but whatever happened to her resolution to just admire from afar?
But Quinn wouldn't complain, not now at least. Maybe not ever. Would she question it? Constantly. Definitely.
She blinked, tuning back in as Rachel referenced Harry Potter. She smiled at that. And Rachel accusedher of being the dork?
She didn't understand why Rachel would want to watch her practice. Nothing exciting ever happened there. They just kicked the ball around and did drills while the coach yelled at them. But if that's how she wanted to spend her morning, Quinn wouldn't stop her. It would be nice to have a little cheering section, she supposed. "If you want," she said with a shrug.
"And just so you know," she murmured, taking the hand on her chest in hers to keep it from lowering any further and making her that much harder. "I'm not letting you take any more of my jerseys." That was a lie. Quinn would let her steal all of them if she wanted. Rachel just looked so damn hot in them, especially with Quinn's name on the back. "No matter how sexy you look in them."
She leaned over to kiss Rachel again, slowly and drawing it out as long as she could. One kiss became two then three and pretty soon, they were making out again. It was as if she couldn't get enough of Rachel, of her kisses and those little noises she'd make when Quinn's teeth would graze her lower lip and when her hand moved up so it was just under her breast.
But the clock on her dashboard caught her eye and Quinn pulled away with a groan. She wanted to keep Rachel for a little while longer, believe her, but she also didn't want Rachel's parents to come out of their house, demanding to know who she was and why her tongue had been down their baby's throat. "Maybe you should go, Rach," she managed to say in between kisses. Quinn shifted in her seat and let out a tiny moan. She just knew that as soon as she got home and locked her bedroom door behind her, her hand would be down her pants, Rachel's name on her lips.
Rachel looked at Quinn with sympathy (and maybe a little lust) at the obvious discomfort she was in. She wanted to apologize, but then what kind of girl would that make her? Not a respectable one, that's for sure. And she wanted Quinn to respect her. She needed to know that the things shared in the bedroom (where Rachel was an all out cockslut, let's be honest) was really just that. A bedroom thing. And in the relationship, they had to mutually respect each other.
So far, so good. Quinn had been the perfect gentleman, so to speak, and Rachel liked to think she had been equally as… gentlemanly. Maybe she needed a better word for that, but the point was that they were respectful of each other, and Rachel was relieved.
"I don't want any more of your jerseys." Rachel lied right back. She knew Quinn would let her wear as many as she wanted to. She also knew that Quinn's jerseys would become her usual post-coital attire.
After several more passionate, teasing kisses, driving Rachel utterly insane, Quinn finally let her go, albeit reluctantly. Rachel took the hand from just below her breast and slid it back down to her waist with a knowing smile, bordering on a giggle.
"See you tomorrow morning, hot stuff." Rachel winked playfully. It probably looked goofy and silly because, well, she's Rachel Berry. Smooth wasn't really her thing. But still, she was looking forward to seeing Quinn practice. She was ferocious on the field, everyone knew that. And besides, she could wait outside the locker room afterwards and then maybe they could walk to class together, even just as friends. She wasn't sure what their official label was yet, but she was sure if it included both sex and dating, then it probably included walking to class together, right? Right. And with one last kiss, Rachel left the car after giving Quinn a lingering kiss to say goodbye, again.