I am sorry for the long wait and shorter chapter...I have been quite busy with work and needed to find some inspiration to write. I think this fic won't be any very long besides few more chapter. Hope you are still interested! if so, review please :)
Warning: G!P Quinn. Don't like it, don't have to read it
A/N: didn't have time to proofread it, I apologize in advance for the possible mistakes.
CHAPTER 6
As planned, Quinn had waited for her to change out of her performance clothes and back into hers before leading her down the street toward a small vegan restaurant in the neighborhood. The air was cooler than usual and at the first shivers, the blonde had taken her own jacket off and draped it over the brunette's shoulders, who melted at the gentle gesture and held onto the girl's fingers a little tighter.
When the pair walked inside the restaurant, Rachel couldn't help but notice the cozy setting and how the whole place was bathed in the light coming from the candles on the tables and dim lamps on the walls. It felt so private and homey, at the same time. The young waitress led them to their table and Quinn kept on holding onto her hand, leading her toward their designed seat before pulling the chair out for her to sit onto.
"Your performance was quite stunning, Rachel." The blonde sat across from her and wore a proud smile, as she remembered the brunette singing and acting on stage. "You are a natural performer, no other place you'd probably belong to."
"Thank you, Quinn." The brunette looked down at her menu, suddenly shy for being on the receiving end of so any truthful comments. The blonde escort just brushed the tip of her pinky over her knuckles, not wanting to force her to stare back at her but still making sure she knew she was there and not going anywhere.
"Are you ready to place orders?" The waitress smiled at both girls, specifically at Quinn who surely had caught her eye when she walked inside. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar." The young red haired woman turned toward the blonde escort, who looked at her surprised to be so bluntly hit on while on a date with Rachel.
"I don't think so, no." Quinn slipped her fingers between Rachel's, calming the girl enough to prevent to jump the waitress' throat in the middle of the restaurant. "Did you choose what to eat, honey?" She smiled at the brunette, who put on a wide and very fake smile and turned toward the annoyed waitress.
"I'd like the vegan cabbage rolls, with the potatoes salad on the side. No vinegar or garlic flavored sauce, I plan to kiss my date plenty of times later on." The singer smirked at the waitress who nodded shortly and turned toward the other girl, who tried not to laugh too hard at the cute way Rachel handled the "competitor".
"I'll have the stir fry and the vegan lasagna, thanks." The older woman gave the menu back and turned toward the NYADA starlet, who bore eyes into the waitress' head as she walked away. "Don't mind her. Tonight is about you and me, no one else." Quinn squeezed her hand and kissed her knuckles gently.
"I am sorry. I just dislike when people cross boundaries and do not behave in a professional way." Rachel turned to stare back at Quinn, who nodded and kept on smiling as if nothing had even happened. "I missed spending time with you and I am glad we are finally giving this a shot, although it took us longer than I had expected."
"You know what I always say? Patience is a virtue." The blonde chuckled at the pout spreading on the girl's face, who crossed her arms over her chest and huffed in protest. She was definitely the cutest she had ever seen.
Time seemed to fly by and besides the brief waitress accident, things had gone very smoothly between them for the rest of the date. Quinn had paid for the tab and escorted her outside, being a natural gentlewoman who was very attentive of everything about her. Rachel wasn't surprised, though. She knew the blonde had gotten a strict education while growing up and despite having run away from that small town and close minded people, she still carried with her some of those life values.
"So when did you get the idea of coming here, of all the places?" Rachel held onto Quinn's hand, playing with her long fingers as they walked back toward the blonde's place, to retrieve her car and take the singer home.
"In the most random way ever, we sorted it out through a hat." The blonde chuckled and looked at the brunette. "It was fate or luck, call it however you want. There were 10 cities in that hat and I picked New York, so the morning afterwards we planned everything we needed in order to move to the city and leave our messy families behind." The taller woman led them inside her apartment complex, greeting the security guard sitting behind his desk with a warm cup of coffee. "Hey Ben, how's Maureen doing?"
"She sends her thanks for the massage parlour you recommended, Quinn, her back is as good as new." He tilted his hat forward in acknowledgement and smiled at the silent brunette. "Enjoy your night Miss."
"You too Ben, breakfast is on me as usual." The blonde smiled at him one more time, before tugging onto the brunette's hand who followed her inside the elegant elevator letting her date lead them to their destination. "I usually buy Ben breakfast whenever he has the night shift or midnight snack, if he gets hungry." Quinn turned toward her silent partner, before soft lips pressed onto hers pinning her against one of the walls. "Mmm, what is that for?" She mumbled against the singer's mouth, who just brought her into another hard kiss that left her breathless.
"You have such a good heart, Quinn Fabray." Rachel gripped the lapels of her jacket to keep herself on her tiptoes before placing one more kiss on the blonde's awaiting mouth, who smiled against her lips. When the doors opened, the brunette found herself walking down a very elegant hallway with a soft dark blue carpet under her feet. She watched with interest as just few doors seemed to be on this floor and soon she realized they were on the top floor of the whole building.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Quinn flipped the lights on and stepped aside to let the singer in, whose jaw literally dropped on the floor. The blonde lived in an attic with a perfect view of Central Park and everything she loved about New York. It was spectacular. "You can explore, if you want but it's all pretty much here. Living room with open kitchen and a small studio; on upper level, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom."
"Oh my god, you live in a freaking attic!" Rachel walked toward the French door that led to the balcony and looked down, breathing in the cooler air of New York. The blonde tentatively approached her and just leaned against the wall, gulping lightly. "Come take a look, the view is amazing from here."
"You shouldn't bend over the railing so much, you might lose your grip and end up down there." The escort dared to step forward only to lean back against the wall, trying to calm her breath and erratic heartbeat. "Please, Rachel. Can you step back from the railing?"
"Are you afraid of heights?" The brunette smirked at her and walked toward the girl, resting both hand each side of her head. "This looks like a romantic movie where the main character has to face their fear of heights to win the woman's heart again." She leaned up to nuzzle her nose below the girl's tensed jawline, effectively relaxing her.
"But who is Julia Roberts between us?" Quinn smirked and cupped the girl's face with her hands, brushing their lips together for a tender kiss. "If you want me to take you home, we need to leave now before I'll bribe you into spending the night here." She whispered against her pouty lips and dragged her back inside the safety of her apartment, where no heights could distract her from those luscious lips and sexy legs.
"Bribing me with what?" Rachel pushed her to lie on her back on the wide couch, climbing over her lap to straddle her hips and pin their hands above her head. "I do not put out on the first date, wouldn't want to give you a bad impression." She nipped at the girl's bottom lip, who whimpered and arched upwards to claim her lips for a harder kiss.
"Home cooked breakfast and a great view, first in the morning." The blonde sat up and wrapped her arms around the girl's waist, rolling them over so she was on top and could stare down into her chocolate orbs. "Those are my terms. Take it or leave it?" She smirked sexily before being pulled down for a passionate kiss. Quinn 1 - Rachel 0.
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When Rachel woke up, she was aware of two things: the very comfortable bed and sheets where her naked frame had been lying for the whole night and the loneliness in said bed. She clearly remembered having fallen asleep beside Quinn, after they had found different ways to put their hours together to a better use, without having to indulge into the whole "homerun". They had sated their thirst for each other through passionate kisses and languid caresses, by exploring each other's frames and bringing each other to different heights of pleasure.
The brunette left the warm alcove and grabbed the blonde shirt from off the floor, buttoning it in the middle but leaving it open as she climbed down the stairs that led to the kitchen area. The smell of pancakes filled her nostrils already and the sight of Quinn cooking for her made her salivate even more. Clad in a wife-beater and a pair of boxers, the blonde had tied her hair up into a high ponytail and was humming to herself, while flipping the round shaped goodies in the pan.
"Morning." Rachel stepped into the blonde's line of sight, not wanting to scare her and have her accidentally injuring herself, whilst cooking. "It smells delicious, your own secret recipe?" She walked around the island counter and stood beside the cooking blonde, who kissed the top of her head.
"Morning…" Quinn turned the stove off and slipped the last pancakes in the two plates, carrying them toward the kitchen table where maple syrup, chocolate and whipped cream waited for them on a tray. "I was going to bring them up in bed, but you beat me to it." She pulled a chair out for the brunette and set beside her, pecking her cheek. "Did you sleep well?"
"The best. Your bed is very comfortable." The singer turned sideways on the chair, so she could face the blonde's profile while eating. "Although, I would have liked it even more if you had been beside me when i woke up." She pouted and tugged on the blonde's hand, so she could rest it on her naked knee. "We could have lingered in bed for a few hours more…"
"To do what, exactly? I thought you didn't put out on your first date." Quinn pushed her chair back and tugged the brunette in her lap, back pressed against the edge of the kitchen table. "Even if this is one of my favorite shirts, I honestly don't want it back after seeing it on you." Fingers undid the two buttons to reveal the flawless skin beneath the fabric. The sight was enough to make her "friend" stir under the boxers and press against the brunette's inner thigh.
"Our first date was last night, now it's the morning after." Rachel reached under the hem of her tight wife-beater and tugged it upwards to reveal her taut stomach and perky breasts. "You look so good...to eat." Reaching behind herself, she grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it up and down before trailing a long white line from the girl's collarbone down her chest to the hem of her boxers.
"What are you going to do about that?" Quinn nodded toward the cream over her chest but before she could do anything, Rachel had slipped between her open legs and kneeled on the floor so she could be facing the girl's chest without having to bend her neck in an awkward way. "Oh my fucking…" She moaned loudly at the feeling of her velvet tongue licking the cream off her skin, teasingly dipping in her belly button and nipping at the hem of her very tight boxers.
Few hours later - they both had lost track of the time - Quinn had the brunette bent over the back of her couch, one hand gripping her hair to keep it away from her slender neck and the other one holding onto her hipbone as she pounded into her from behind. They had taken their sweet time to turn breakfast in a very heated session of sex on the kitchen table, taking advantage of the syrup and the whipped cream they should have used on the pancakes - forgotten and turned cold. A very necessary shower had happened soon afterwards, although it turned to be useless since they had jumped back in bed with each other once emerged from the steamy bathroom. If anyone had asked them, they would have probably not been unable to say how things went from the bedroom to fucking in the living room but here they were. Rachel's fingers dug into the soft leather, holding onto the back of the couch as her hips canted back and forth to take the hardness pounding into her core and pressing deep inside of her. Her arms hurt from the tension but the pleasure was so much that she could barely feel it.
"God don't stop…" Rachel reached behind herself, tangling one hand into the messy locks and crashing their lips together at an awkward angle as the girl's cock pistoned inside of her with a renewed strength. She could feel the mushroom tip press against her soft spot, making her walls clench tightly around it at each thrust.
"You are so tight, I can barely thrust inside." Quinn pulled out and quickly hoisted her on the back of the couch, legs spread so she could easily slip back in without missing too many beats. "Fuck you feel so good." The blonde escort gripped her asscheeks for support, lifting her against her at every thrust in.
"You fuck me so good." The brunette's legs wrapped around her hips, keeping her trapped there as her hands held onto her strong shoulders for dear life. She had never felt so much pleasure before. Surely, Finn never knew what to do himself and was unable not to blow his load too soon but Quinn was probably better than any other potential lover she might have gotten acquainted with, if she had not met her. "I am so closee…" Talented fingers slipped between her parted thighs, rubbing tight circles on her exposed clit as the girl's cock thrusted harder into her. Her walls fluttered and her juices covered the hard member, that could be seen if they both had glanced down when it pulled out of her.
"I am gonna come too…" Quinn could feel her body tingle in pleasure but she needed to take Rachel with her. Her thumb pressed hard on the girl's clit, rubbing it in time with her thrusts as her other hand kept the brunette flushed to her front. She barely pulled out of the warm core. She was shortly thrusting inside the singer, too exhausted and too close to even hold an even and longer tempo. "Fuck, take it…" She moaned out and slammed her hips foward, burying her lenght all the way inside and slapping her balls hard against her folds as her cock twitched releasing thick spurts of cum inside of her.
"Fuckkkkkkk…" Rachel's head buried into her chest, clinging to her as her walls fluttered at the feeling of being filled with the girl's seed. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around the twitching member. Juices mixed and gushed out of her. covering her inner thighs and trickling down the girl's appendage toward her sensitive ballsack.
"Fuck fuck fuck…" Quinn kept on shortly thrusting into the girl's core, accompanying every twitching movement of her cock until she emptied herself inside of Rachel. "Damn…" She collapsed against the girl, sending them tumbling on the couch behind them. She could barely move a limb.
"That was hot…" The singer rasped out, running her fingers through the girl's messy hair who could only nod and relax against her. "I feel so tired and full." She muttered closing eyes, adjusting herself so that she could keep Quinn still inside of her.
"We need another shower, but I am too tired to move." The escort tugged the blanket on their sweaty bodies and just pulled the brunette closer, nuzzling her nose against her sweaty temple. "Do you have somewhere to be, today? Cause I don't think I'll be able to do anything but sleep…" She yawned and wrapped an arm around her head, tucking it against the side of her neck.
"Sleep sounds like a great plan, honestly. I need to recharge my batteries." Rachel wrapped her leg around the blonde's calf and snuggled closer, closing her eyes and letting the tiredness take over her exhausted but very satisfied body. Quinn had already dozed off beside her.
thoughts? comments?
(EmsMaName I gave it a thought and if I'll have time when i finish this story and find inspiration for Are You Happy Now, I'd love to go for the tiger!Quinn and Hunter!Rachel fanfiction. I love the idea. )