A/N: Sorry this update has taken so long. I've just been working a lot and haven't had a lot of time to write. My grandfather also passed away, so I haven't really been in a good frame of mind to write as well. Thanks for all of the positive reviews on this story. It's gratifying to write for people who enjoy reading. This chapter continues the date. Enjoy! I don't own anything except the desire to go on a date like this. Smut at the end, so I live up to my M rating. Go easy on me, I'm a first time smut writer, so feedback and constructive criticism are welcome.
Chapter 16
After their moment in the limo, the car had dropped them at the theatre and Quinn had gallantly escorted Rachel inside and produced their tickets. Now they were seated in plush seats and holding hands. They had chatted quietly until the play began, but once it started all conversation halted.
Handle With Care was living up to its reviews, but despite the quality of the performance, the blonde had found other entertainment. Instead of paying attention to the stage, Quinn was discreetly watching Rachel's absorption with the play. The tiny brunette was leaning forward in her seat, eyes wide, and mouth slightly open. Quinn thought it was absolutely adorable. She was so preoccupied with the diva that she barely registered the house lights coming up and signaling the play's end. It wasn't until Rachel stood up that Quinn even realized that the performance was over and most of the audience had already left.
Once she was standing the brunette launched into her dissertation. "What did you think, Quinn? Wasn't it amazing? There was such a depth to the story. It not only showed the complexity of love and relationships but also the beauty within them," Rachel began walking up the aisle. "I was impressed by the amount of emotion that the actors portrayed, but I think that the leading man showed some apathy in the second act. His timing seemed a bit off. I think that..." the brunette's voice trailed off when she turned and met luminous hazel eyes filled with emotion.
Quinn took in Rachel's stunned expression before dropping her gaze from deep chocolate pools back down to soft delectable lips. The diva's lips curved and the blonde struggled to refrain from leaning down to capture them with her own. Shaking her head to clear it, she reached out and once again intertwined their fingers. She had one more surprise for Rachel.
Rachel was on the most incredible date of her entire life and she didn't even mind the late hour. Quinn had really pulled out all of the romantic stops. Flowers, limo, dinner, a play, and now dancing. She was currently plastered to the statuesque blonde as they swayed to the music. She fell a little more under Quinn's spell as the blonde's hands and body moved sensuously against her own.
It was nearly two in the morning when the limo dropped them at Rachel's apartment. She hummed in contentment as she leaned her head on Quinn's shoulder. The night had been perfect, romantic and sweet, and she was almost overwhelmed by the blonde's efforts. She was so comfortable that she didn't want to move. She felt her lips form a pout when Quinn shifted slightly.
"Rach, sweetie, you're home." Quinn's voice was soft and reverent as she gently pushed Rachel off of her shoulder.
"But I don't want to move." Rachel reluctantly sat up and looked sleepily at Quinn.
"Let me walk you up, okay?" Quinn was already gathering Rachel's things as the limo rolled to a stop in front of the diva's building. She clasped Rachel's elbow and steered her to the elevator and down the hallway to her apartment. The starlet fumbled with the key for a moment before the door opened.
The brunette lingered in her doorway to say good night to Quinn as she twirled a lock of her dark hair. The blonde leaned down and pressed a gentle, sweet kiss onto the diva's lips. The kiss was soft and romantic like the rest of their date. It was the gentleness that was the brunette's undoing.
"Sleep sweet, Rachel." The blonde carefully pulled back from the kiss and began to retreat down the hallway.
"Quinn," Rachel called out, "pay that limo driver and come back up here." She threw the blonde a nervous smile before adding, "I think I might be ready for more with you."
An amused smile crept over her lips as the blonde faltered and almost tripped at the diva's words. Quinn padded over to the brunette and groaned softly, "Rachel, I didn't take you on this date to seduce you. That's not the only reason I want to be with you. I just wanted to give you the perfect date. I don't expect sex in return."
Rachel felt her belly quiver at the words, uttered so softly, and the earnest look in Quinn's eyes. "I know that, but I want to try to have a relationship with you and intimacy, both emotional and physical, is a part of that." With those words, she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth against Quinn's. The kiss was hot, deep, and hungry tongues duelled. When she pulled back, she looked up to see the blonde's eyes closed and a tongue dart out to lick soft pink lips.
Arousal shot through her body when Quinn's molten hazel eyes opened and landed on her. "I'll be right back. Two, three minutes, tops." With that, the blonde whirled and practically ran down the hallway.
Rachel entered her apartment, thankful that Kurt and Santana had already gone to bed and weren't waiting up for her. Her hands shook nervously as she tidied her room and lit a few candles. Butterflies swooped and danced in her belly, but she didn't regret her decision to further her physical relationship with Quinn. Her fingers trailed over a photo of herself and Finn. She lingered over it for a moment, before removing it from her dresser and putting in the closet. That part of her life was over and she had a chance to be happy again and she was going to take it.
Distantly, Rachel heard soft knocking on her front door. She smiled at the knowledge that Quinn would be so respectful. She barely refrained from wrenching the door open and hauling the sexy blonde to her bedroom. Instead she took and few calming breaths and allowed Quinn to slip by her into the entryway. After latching the door, she grabbed one of the blonde's hands and quietly led her into the bedroom.
Quinn took in her surroundings. She immediately noticed the candles and the lack of Finn's picture. She felt her chest tighten at the implication, but some of the pressure eased and she forced herself to relax. This didn't have to escalate into anything they weren't ready to do. Her thumb brushed comfortingly over Rachel's hand as they both sat on the bed. She reached up to brush a lock of hair out of the brunette's face before whispering softly, "Only if you're ready, Rach. I only want to make you happy."
At Rachel's nod, Quinn bent her head and brushed her lips over the diva's. She held her desire in check as she sought to kindle it in the little diva. Moments passed and it was just lips ghosting over lips in a light, teasing dance. After a few moments, Rachel relaxed and shifted closer to the blonde. Seeking to deepen their connection, Quinn trailed a hand up Rachel's back and began playing with the soft hairs at the base of her neck. The brunette gasped and Quinn took quick advantage, thrusting her tongue into Rachel's mouth. A soft moan was all the encouragement the blonde needed to slant her head and deepen the kiss further, stroking Rachel's tongue with her own.
The diva fell back against her pillows, pulling Quinn with her. The former Cheerio broke the kiss and hovered over Rachel. The brunette's eyes were nearly black and Quinn bit back a moan at the girl spread out so wantonly underneath her. She bent to drop kisses on Rachel's eyes, cheeks, and mouth before whispering huskily, "Do you have any idea what you do to me in this dress? All I've wanted to do all night was peel it off you and get to what's underneath. I want to learn each dip and curve of your body from your head to your toes. I want to take my time and love you thoroughly, the way you deserve."
Quinn laved her tongue over Rachel's collarbone and down her sternum between murmuring to the brunette. She placed her hands on Rachel's thigh and looked up at the diva, silently asking permission. Glazed brown eyes met hers and the brunette whimpered an impatient yes as Quinn eased the dress over her head. Once the dress was off, the brunette reached up and fused their mouths back together. The blonde didn't even have time to fully appreciate Rachel's dark blue lingerie before the diva began sucking on her tongue. Quinn tried valiantly to rein in her desire, but was quickly losing her resolve. The knowledge they each were reaching for the same destination stoked the desire already heating her blood. She struggled to regain control by slowing her kisses and reminding herself to go slow.
Rachel's trepidation fell away as Quinn began kissing her senseless. Her body was hot, boiling from the inside out as the blonde trailed lips and tongue down her body. The cool air in her room did little to dampen the flames of desire that licked at her body with every caress of Quinn's soft, sure hands and press of her hot mouth.
When Quinn pulled away to breathe, the brunette stole a glance at her soon-to-be-lover and gasped softly at the vision above her. The blonde's hair was sexily unkempt, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were dark and hungry. Her appearance was so wild and dangerous that the brunette shivered in anticipation. The blonde's expression turned tender and Rachel was surprised when Quinn began gently stroking her torso with a delicate touch that both soothed and aroused. She began pressing delicate kisses on the brunette's neck and nipped gently at her pulse. The blonde whispered between kisses, "I don't want you to be afraid of me. If I do something you don't like, tell me and I'll stop." Her lips moved up Rachel's throat to her ear and the diva moaned in approval, "Promise me, Rachel."
The diva felt her body clench at Quinn's caring request. "I promise, Quinn." The seriousness of the query had temporarily cleared the fog of desire. Her eyes roamed over the blonde and took in her still fully clothed form. The feeling that Quinn was falling behind made her expression turn playful, "I think you're wearing too many clothes, Ms. Fabray. I should remedy that." She brushed her hands down the blonde's lean body to emphasize her point, causing Quinn to shudder appreciatively.
Quinn nodded her agreement and stood up to quickly shimmy out of her leggings and wrench off her top. Rachel sighed as her eyes roved over the blonde's lean muscles encased in dark green lingerie that set off creamy skin and subtle curves. The brunette licked her lips in anticipation and crooked a finger at Quinn in invitation.
The blonde smirked as she returned to Rachel's side and resumed her gentle strokes and soft kisses over heated flesh. Rachel felt cool hands remove her bra and the sound that rumbled in Quinn's throat stole the breath from her lungs and did away with any hesitation she still felt. She arched off the bed in surprised arousal when the blonde's lips wrapped around her nipple and suckled. Deft fingers stroked and teased the other breast when Quinn began adding gentle nips to Rachel's throat and chest.
The ache between her legs had increased until it was almost unbearable. Her hips were continuously rocking as they searched for the friction and pressure that would send her flying.
"Do you want me to stop?" Quinn asked as she trailed lips down Rachel's body towards the apex of her thighs.
"God no. Don't stop. Please." Rachel ground out through the haze of arousal.
She was barely aware of Quinn removing her panties until a questing tongue began circling her clit. The brunette almost arched off the bed as she writhed under the blonde's attentive mouth. Blackness crept over her vision as her climax approached. She pushed herself onto the blonde, too far gone to be embarrassed at the wanton rocking of her hips. Quinn gently bit her sensitive bundle of nerves and she exploded, her body seizing as waves of pleasure swept over her body.
The blonde kissed her way back to Rachel's mouth as the brunette climaxed. As they kissed, she placed two fingers at the diva's entrance. Her thumb swirled Rachel's clit as she slid her fingers into tight, wet heat. She slipped her fingers in and out, alternating between curling and scissoring on every thrust. She gradually increased the pace until her palm was slapping wetly against the diva's clit on every thrust.
Rachel could only respond by meeting Quinn stroke for stroke. She was lost in sensation as her body chased the rhythm and pressure that would bring her the ultimate pleasure. Her body was once again falling over the precipice when Quinn stroked purposefully over hidden ridges and curled her fingers. She cried out as she went over the edge and her body bowed up before collapsing onto the bed. The blonde stroked her through her orgasm and, when the tremors stopped, gathered the diva into her arms and held her tight.
It took Rachel some time before she was coherent. She had never felt anything like that before, not even with Finn or Brody. When she finally returned to earth, she pressed her body deeper into Quinn's comforting embrace. Feeling a little wicked, she turned in the circle of the blonde's arms and trailed her finger up the girl's thigh, smirking at the wetness she found. The blonde whimpered as Rachel's fingers made tight circles at her core and the diva husked, "I do believe it's my turn," before pressing her lips against Quinn's.
A/N2: Finally! I hope you enjoyed that as much as Quinn and Rachel. I wanted their first time to be tender and sweet, not hurried, so I hope I succeeded. Reviews are always appreciated. Until next time!