Hello everyone, sorry it took me so long to update but I had so much going on and it was hard to find time to sit down and write. I hope you are still interested in this fiction.
I actually think this fic has come close to an end, so I am considering to write the next chapter as an epilogue. I know we haven't seen Finn and Santana pay for their behaviours, but the story is not meant to be about them.
Until I make up my mind about it, please let me know what you think about this chapter.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
A/N: unedited and unchecked update, sorry for the mistakes.
Warning: G!P Quinn. It it's not your cup of tea, don't drink it!
CHAPTER 10
"I don't get what's the big deal about it, Rach, isn't it how you feel too?" Kurt stirred his coffee and watched the brunette play with her vegan cheesecake.
"No...I mean, yes...I love her, I am quite certain of my own feelings for Quinn but this is not how it should have been said. She muttered it in the afterglow and then proceeded to fall asleep on my shoulder, while I couldn't even fall asleep for the rest of the night. People let declarations of love during the most awkward times and sex is notoriously one of the most accidental circumstance for this to happen along with marriage proposals." Rachel hid her face behind her hands and groaned in frustration.
"Did you even ask the girl whether she meant it or was just temporary insanity?" He raised an eyebrow at her, who looked away with a guilty look and played with her own fingers. "Rachel Barbra Berry, what did you do?"
"I ignored the issue for the whole trip back home and then found excuses not to see her, I am too embarrassed to talk to her about it. It is coward of me, but I cannot face her nor the idea of her not meaning those words." She looked down at her hands and played with her fingers, not daring to look up into Kurt's disappointed eyes.
"Rachel, after everything that girl went through with Finn and her own personal demons, I think you owe her the truth and a serious grown-up talk. You want to take her back home with you for Christmas and then ignore her for something like this? Talk to her." He placed a comforting hand over hers and searched for her eyes with his. "She even confronted her own family and protected you in front of them, I don't think she would do it for a random girl she is seeing."
"You might be right, Kurt. I will have to call and apologize for my childish behaviour, Quinn deserves more than that." She nodded to herself and placed a bill on the table between them, before gathering her belongings and walking out of the door with a resolute face.
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When she knocked on the familiar door, she was still a nervous wreck and had no idea what to tell the blonde girl, who had left several messages and called her with no response from her. She didn't want to provide her only with excuses, but she seriously had no way to explain her immature behaviour without trying to apologize and finding excuses in the form of her own insecurities.
She shifted from one foot to another, rubbing her hands together when the blonde unlocked the door and appeared on the other side, wearing workout clothes and in a very sweaty state. Her hands were wrapped in white bands and a towel was loosely hanging from her neck, while her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Her muscles shined in the dim light of the afternoon, aided by the small layer of sweat that accentuated her defined muscles and made Rachel temporarily forget what she was even going to say.
"Hello, Rachel." Quinn leaned against the doorframe and looked at her, with a tight smile and an obvious confused look in her eyes. "What brings you here, on my doorstep at this time of the day? I thought you were too busy to even answer your phone, let alone grace me with your presence."
"Look Quinn, I know you are probably upset with my behaviour but if you let me explain, then maybe you could understand my point of view too." The shorter brunette went to take her hand, but the blonde woman stepped back and just let her inside, walking ahead of her toward the fridge.
"Go ahead; talk then." Quinn leaned against the counter and unwrapped her hands, stretching her fingers before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long gulp. Her hazelnut eyes stopped on the nervous brunette, who was still looking anywhere but at her girlfriend.
"First of all, I wanted to apologize for having ignored your calls but I was not ready to talk about what happened few nights ago. You probably know that what we have is not only a very satisfying physical relationship." She walked around the counter and stood before the tall girl, who nodded gently and encouraged her to go on. "You are a very pretty girl, Quinn, the prettiest girl I've ever seen and it scares me because you are a lot more than that and I still can't believe you chose me, of all the people you could have." She rested her hands on the girl's hips and looked up into her softened eyes. "I have strong feelings for you, Quinn, and I don't think I would be able to deal with you not really meaning the words you muttered, few nights ago. I took my time to get my head wrapped around it but I can't...I can't think that you only said that because of our very intense sexual intercourse, so I am here to tell you that...that if you don't feel the same-"
"I meant what I said, Rachel." Quinn cupped her cheeks in her palms and lowered her lips against hers, kissing her gently. "I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry." She whispered softly and looked deeply into her eyes, that were shining brighter with love.
"Oh Quinn, I love you too." The brunette buried her face into the crook of the girl's neck, nuzzling her still slightly damp skin and gripped the back of her wife-beater, pulling her closer. "I am sorry if I am a little insane, sometimes." She mumbled against her collarbone and felt the other girl wrap her arms around her back, hugging her equally tight.
"It's not insanity, you are just a bit dramatic but I love the way you are and I wouldn't change a thing about you." Quinn pressed her lips against her temple and rubbed soothing circles against her lower back. "I am all sweaty from my workout routine, I probably smell very bad." She chuckled softly and pulled back to look down at her girlfriend, who just stood on her tiptoes and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Well, maybe you just need to take a shower." Rachel smirked playfully and tugged at the hem of her shirt, taking it off her before dragging her toward the bathroom with her.
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"Quinn, baby, you have no reason to be nervous. My daddy will love you and my dad will warm up to you, as soon as he sees you for who you are and not as someone who will keep him away from his little girl." She slipped out of the rented car and walked down the driveway, toward the familiar mahogany door leaving Quinn and Brody to get the suitcases.
"Man, I've never seen you so nervous. Do you think Papa Berry will grab his shotgun?" Brody laughed and avoided a smack to his head, jumping out of the car and walking to the trunk to retrieve his bag.
"Shut up, Brody. As If I wasn't nervous already." Quinn muttered to herself and fixed her jacket, trying to wipe the wrinkles out but it was no use. Between the flight and the small make-out session in the airplane's bathroom, her clothes were all crumpled. "I do not make good impressions on parents, plus with our jobs, it is not like I can tell them how I really met their daughter." She sighed and grabbed both hers and Rachel's bags before walking up toward the now open door.
"Don't sweat it, Q. If they raised Rachel like that, they must be very open minded and friendly people, plus living as a gay couple in a small city like this must have been very hard for them too." Brody bumped his shoulder against hers and smiled at his best friend in a comforting way. "No matter what, don't forget I have your back, Fabray." With that said, he followed the blonde inside and both braced themselves for what was going to happen.
Thirty minutes later, Brody had been "kindly" coerced in accompanying Hiram Berry to the grocery store for the last-minute shopping while Quinn and Rachel were currently sitting on the living room couch with Leroy Berry sitting across from them, sharing the same challenging attitude his daughter was currently sporting. The small singer crossed her arms over her chest and almost stomped her foot down on the living room carpet, obviously disagreeing with her father's suggestion of sleeping in separate rooms.
"Your request is nothing but absurd, Dad. Quinn and I are two grown up girls in a relationship, just because you put us in different rooms, it won't change the fact that we have a healthy sex life that will be expressed in this house too. You'd rather know that I sneak out from my room in hers at night?" She looked back at her father, who looked even more rigid - so Quinn thought - after that revelation. "My room is soundproofed and farther from your room, wouldn't it be better if we stayed there? You wouldn't hear a single thing and we'd be all happy and satisfied with that outcome."
"But I would know what is going on behind that closed door. Rachel, just because you and Quinn have a relationship, it doesn't mean you will be allowed to have sex under my roof as if nothing happened. You are still my daughter and I didn't allow you to have sex with that Finn boy in this house, nor I'll allow you to have it now with your current girlfriend. Nothing personal, Quinn." He turned toward the silent blonde, who was too embarrassed to even participate the conversation.
"None taken, Sir. Rachel, let's not make a big deal out of this. This is your fathers' place, after all, and they were already kind enough to let Brody and I spend the holidays here with them." Quinn rubbed the girl's back and kissed her temple, hoping to soothe her but she knew she was probably trying for nothing.
"It's a matter of fairness and equality, Quinn. If we are not allowed to express our feelings for each other in a more physical way, then I expect my Daddies to do exactly the same. Why should we go through the experience of hearing them have sex?" Rachel smirked knowingly, watching the expression of shock appear on her father's face. "Do we have a deal, Dad?" She extended her hand for him to shake, only to have the older Berry stand up and throw his hands up in the air, obviously giving up.
"Just try and keep it down, I don't want to be scarred for life." He groaned out and walked out of the living room, muttering to himself about having raised a too stubborn daughter who would be a perfect lawyer.
"That was not very nice, Rach. I would have been fine sharing a room with Brody or even with sleeping on the couch, I am a guest." Quinn leaned back against the couch and kissed her girlfriend's palm, who still wore a proud smirk on her face.
"We have plenty of rooms, so you wouldn't have had to share a room with your best friend,and I want to sleep in my bedroom with you. We are used to spend almost every night together and I want to ring the New Year in a proper way with you." She climbed on her lap and cupped her face, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. "Would you still rather sleep in a guest room, when we can do so much funnier stuff together?" She mumbled and pulled Quinn in for another kiss, that made the blonde stop protesting.
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"I can't believe you dragged me to school, on Christmas Eve. I couldn't wait for holidays, so I could skip classes and here we are." Quinn followed a bouncing Rachel down the staircase that led to the auditorium with a smile on her face.
"Don't be grumpy, Quinn. I didn't drag you here to attend classes, but to show you my sacred spot. This is where everything started, where I knew I would want Broadway for sure." The brunette twirled around and locked her hands behind her girlfriend's neck, kissing her sweetly. "I used to shine on this stage and hide behind those curtains, when my world was not a happy place."
"I know what you mean, why don't you sing something for me?" The blonde pushed her toward the stage and dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Something that you like, not about me." She chuckled and helped her on the stage before sitting front center in one of the auditorium chairs.
"I don't know...do you have any request?" Rachel threw her coat to the side and got ready on the stage, watching the blonde shake her head and just smile her way. "Well, I guess I'll have to improvise then." She cleared her throat quickly and then stood in the middle of the stage, closing her eyes.
If there was something Quinn was really interested into, well that was music and the arts. She had always found a way to escape her family troubles by just angrily throwing paint at a white canvas or strumming away on Brody's guitar. Music was a hobby and never a strong passion, but God...she had never understood how much it could have meant to someone, until Rachel came around and showed her a new side of the "moon". She was passionate and fervently enamoured with everything that related to the music world - exception made for heavy metal or vulgar rap songs - and right now, she got why she was.
She was standing there. No musical arrangement besides her only and best music instrument: her voice. Her whole pose and attitude had completely changed. She could barely find the words to describe the fulfilling feeling of watching Rachel on that stage. She was making love to that song. She was giving it a new life and meaning and Quinn could only feel her heart beat a little quicker, when Rachel hit a higher note. Her heart leapt in her chest. Her mind felt numb and her ears were filled with her melodious voice. If she hadn't already expressed her feelings for the brunette, she would have probably chosen that moment to do so because she was totally and completely in love with her.
Every slight gesture with her hands. Every breath she took. Every note made her fall more in love with Rachel. She felt like Ulysses under the mermaids' spell. She jumped to her feet, clapping her hands as soon as the brunette belted the last note out and held it with not so much effort, making Quinn's eyes fill with pride. The Broadway wannabe bowed in front of her enthusiastic audience and walked toward the edge of the stage, holding onto the blonde's shoulders to jump down and into her arms.
"You were so great up there, no wonder you will become the next Barbra." Quinn leaned down and pressed their lips together for a hard kiss, to try and convey all her pride and love in that gesture.
"Don't say such things, Quinn. Barbra is one and only!" Rachel pulled away from her girlfriend with a pout, making her roll eyes at her dramatic resentment on Barbra's behalf. "Do not roll eyes at me, young lady. As much as I appreciate you comparing me to her, I will never feel good-"
She was cut out with another kiss, that made her knees tremble and stomach fill with butterflies. The blonde was holding her so securely and kissing her so passionately, that she temporarily forgot what she was going to say or think. She could only feel Quinn. Pressed against her. Her scent. Her warm arms and her lips. Lips that parted to take her bottom lip hostage in between them, while her teeth and tongue alternated soft bites and languid strokes.
"I love you...I love your voice, you belong to a stage." Quinn's lips trailed along her exposed jawline, nipping at it as her hands rested on her hips to keep their fronts pressed together against the stage.
"God, Quinn. We should move this to my bedroom...someone could walk in, any minute." The brunette pulled slightly back to look at her flushed girlfriend, who nodded reluctantly and stepped back. The brunette smiled in triumph, but she quickly had to wipe that smile off her face when the blonde climbed on the stage and disappeared behind one of the curtains, with a knowing smirk on her face. "Quinn, where are you going?" The singer walked up the stage, retrieving her jacket and following the blonde girl who seemed to have disappeared. "Quinn, we shouldn't be backstage...it is for staff, only" She whispered loudly and looked around for her girlfriend, even if darkness was making it quite difficult for her.
"I don't think they won't mind, much, if we keep quiet." Quinn circled her waist from behind and backed her against the nearest wall, spinning her around to resume their kisses. "Don't tell me you never had sexual fantasies about doing it backstage." She whispered against her still parted lips and sneaked her arms around her back to cup her backside and lift her higher against her. "After a long rehearsal, to relieve the tension."
"I can't believe we are doing this here, of all the places…" Rachel muttered between the kisses, while the blonde's hands undid her skirt and let it pool around her ankles, letting her stand there in her underwear and sweater.
"We can mark high school off our list, then." Quinn chuckled against the girl's lobe, resuming her activity of nipping and teasing that sensitive body part while she pushed her own pants down and reduce the clothing barriers between them. Sex in a public place - albeit, almost empty - has never crossed her mind before but after seeing Rachel's performance, she really couldn't help herself.
"I wasn't aware we had a list" Rachel grabbed the front of her girlfriend's shirt and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Lips clashed and tongues seeked each other in the dark of the room. Whimpers were muffled by hungry kisses, with the fears of getting caught and and the inability to stay separate for long. The brunette moved them off the wall, toward the nearest surface where they could either sit or lie onto. Her knees could barely keep her up and as much as she loved being held against a wall by Quinn, she wanted to feel her below her. She wanted to feel every inch of her body writhe under and because of her. She wanted to feel her buckle up from below, to get deeper and closer.
The back of Quinn's legs hit an old sofa, where some costumes had been thrown onto and for a few, it would have been good enough for what they were doing. She pulled the brunette astride her lap, securing her arms around her waist as their mouths found each other for the umpteenth kiss. The singer's hands traveled between their bodies, tugging at the waistband of her briefs to get her aching member out and stroke it up and down with her slightly sweaty palm. The blonde moaned in her mouth, gripping her bare assets with both palms and urging her closer, while the girl's hand slipped even lower to fondle her ballsack.
"What are you waiting for?" Rachel moved her lips to the girl's ear, licking its shell while her own underwear was ripped off and thrown aside by the eager girl below her. Nimble fingers spread her folds apart, dipping lower and inside the source of her heat to manually stimulate her, the same way she was still doing to Quinn. "God, fuck me." She buckled her hips forward, rubbing her throbbing nub against the girl's open palm.
"You can call me, just Quinn…" She chuckled lowly and rolled them over, slipping inside of her in one swift move. "Holy fuck." She moaned into the girl's ear, always loving the way she felt around her member like that.
"Keep quiet, I don't want to get caught and left sexually frustrated because of your genius idea." Rachel tangled her hand into the blonde locks and circled her waist with both legs, pushing every inch of her thick meat deep inside of her. "Start moving, baby.." She whimpered and lifted her own hips off the improvised couch, thrusting up against her still not moving girlfriend.
"Such an impatient girl." The escort lifted herself on her hands, each side of the brunette's head and started thrusting in and out of her wet core. She'd never get enough of the feeling of Rachel's walls contracting against her, trembling with pleasure and coating her bare skin with her juices as her own excitement rubbed them from the inside.
"You love me…" Rachel arched her back and tugged her closer with her long legs, feeling the thrusts get deeper and harder inside of her. It felt so good. Every inch of her body shivered in pleasure, with the added excitement coming from the fear of being caught on a school ground doing despicable things with her girlfriend.
"I do…" Quinn leaned down to run the tip of her tongue along her clothed breast. The tip of the girl's nipple was so hard that it peeked through the sweater, making it easier for her to play with it. Both hands slipped between the singer and the couch, lifting her hips to meet each thrust she made.
"Faster…" The brunette pushed her head down against her chest, wishing they had foregone every article of clothing and not just their lower clothes. She wanted Quinn's skin against hers. Their breasts rubbing together as she thrusted inside of her, making her moan in pleasure and beg for more.
"Hello?! Is there anyone here?" A male voice came from the auditorium, making both girls stop and freeze. Steps came closer to the stage, making it harder for them to do anything besides wait and find a good damn explanation for their compromising position.
Rachel tried to push Quinn off her, but any movement might have caused noise or disturbance and gotten the janitor's attention, who was obviously not looking for specific people there. They heard the guy mutter something below his breath, before moving away from the stage and - luckily - from them. The blonde chuckled hard, as soon as she heard the main door being slammed closed, and went to kiss the brunette below her who just turned her head to the side and crossed arms over her chest.
"We could have been caught, Quinn, what were you thinking?" Rachel pushed her back and out of her, slipping from below her to sit up on the couch.
"Yet, we have not been caught. Why can't you just enjoy the moment for once?" Quinn lied back on the couch with her hands crossed behind her head. "I was not going to force you to have sex with me here, if you hadn't wanted to. I thought it could have been fun, my mistake." She stood up and tugged her boxers and pants back up.
"I got your point, Quinn, but it was still risky. We have the privacy of my bedroom, for this stuff." Rachel stood up and slipped her arms around her neck, looking up into her hazel eyes. "We can go back home and pick up from where we left?" She nuzzled her nose into the crook of her neck.
"I don't know, Rachel. Honestly, I'd rather get caught by a janitor than knowing your parents will be in the same house while we do it." She kissed her forehead and searched for the girl's skirt on the floor, handing it to her. "Let's go back to your place and just enjoy these hours till Christmas." She waited for the brunette to get dressed, before they both left the auditorium in a totally different mood.
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"What's up with you and Rachel, things seem tense." Brody sat on the porch beside his best friend, who had just sneaked out to smoke a cigarette.
"We just had a misunderstanding and we haven't gotten over it, yet." Quinn breathed the smoke out of her mouth and stared up at the dark sky. "Do you even miss home? Sometimes I wonder
how things could have been for us." She looked over at her best friend, who had borrowed a cigarette from her pack and had lit one for himself.
"I envy Rachel, her dads do really love her. I wish we had both experienced that." He leaned back on his elbows and looked up at the same sky. "I wish we had one normal Christmas, with small presents below a tree and not us hiding under our beds because your father was too drunk to talk without spewing obscenities." He shook his head and pushed those memories back. "I just hope not to turn into my father, when it will be time for me to have a family."
"You won't. You are nothing like him and you'll be a wonderful father." Quinn squeezed his shoulder, making sure he got the message.
"You ever think of settling down, with her maybe?" He pointed back to the house, where they could both hear Rachel singing from the living room. "You two seem going pretty steady and you've never been like that with a girl, before."
"I won't lie and say that thought didn't cross my mind, but she is young and it's too early to think about a deeper commitment. Who knows. I know I love her and for now, it is enough. We have still a long way to go before taking bigger steps together." She crossed her arms over her knees and looked toward the main door, when it opened to reveal the brunette in question.
"Come inside, you two, or you will miss the Hanukkah Celebration." She bounced from one foot to another, rubbing her arms up and down for the cold. She smiled warmly as Brody passed by to join her fathers in the living room, but stopped Quinn from going further inside. "I am sorry I stopped us, earlier...Are you mad at me?" She held onto her girlfriend's hand and stared up into her hazelnut eyes.
"Not for a while, I am sorry I got you in that risky situation too." Quinn pulled her into her arms and kissed the top of her head, feeling the brunette nuzzle into the crook of her neck. "I love you, Rachel Berry."
"I love you too, Quinn." She burrowed herself more into her safe embrace and squeezed her waist with her own arms.
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Fingers trailed along her bare back, sending shivers up and down her body as her hips pushed down to thrust harder inside of her. The blanket was pooled around their waists, leaving most of their frames out and exposed to the somehow warm air inside the locked bedroom. Midnight had gone by and a new Christmas had come and, like Rachel had said, they were going to celebrate in a memorable way.
"You feel so good…" Rachel tangled her hair into her messy locks, pushing them off her sweaty face to be able to stare into her gorgeous face. "I love you.." She muttered against the blonde's lips, who nodded and slipped deeper in, pressing into the back of her cervix with the tip of her throbbing member.
The blonde's hands were firmly pressing palm downs onto the mattress, keeping her weight off the small brunette who writhed in pleasure below her. Arched back and breasts pressing together, every inch of their bodies touched in some way. They were one body and two hearts, beating at the same erratic pace. Quinn's nose brushed along the girl's sweaty temple nuzzling and breathing into her scent as her hips slammed down against Rachel's, thrusting forcefully inside of her.
"God don't stop..:" The singer gripped her bare asscheeks, pushing and pulling as their bodies danced below the sheets. Her toes curled against the bedspread while her legs opened even wider, to make more room for the taller girl's frame.
"I love you" Quinn laced one of their hands together against the headboard, leveraging onto them to find a better angle to pound into Rachel who just scratched her ass with her longer nails. Marks were probably left on her pale skin but she could care less. She just upped the pace, effectively fucking her girlfriend into the mattress. She loved it but needed more. She wanted more passion. More strength. More control. So she stopped.
"What..why did you stop? I was almost close…" Rachel whined and tried to buck her hips up, to get her girlfriend to cooperate but she was going to move. The blonde escort moved to the foot of the bed and onto the floor on her knees, before dragging the brunette with her by her ankles. "New position?" Rachel smirked and went to sit in her girlfriend's lap, facing her, when she was stopped once again.
"Turn around, hands on the mattress baby." Quinn stole a quick peck before making room for her to move around, kneeling on the floor before her. "I am sure you'll love it…" She pushed her hair from her shoulder and dropped a lingering kiss there, before settling between her legs to slip back inside of her.
"Oh I am sure.." Rachel moaned out, gripping the bedsheet with both hands as soon as Quinn picked up her pace from earlier. Her cock filled her core with a rigorous and fast pace, making her walls contract when she started pulling out and then loosen when she slammed back in. Her folds throbbed whenever her cock filled her down to its base, rubbing along the edges of her hole with it.
"Told you…" Quinn's hands gripped her breasts from behind, holding onto them as she made the brunette's bounce with each hard thrust inside of her core. "Your pussy is so warm…" She muttered against her tattoo, licking the inked skin and feeling the girl's walls closing around her meat.
"Fuck, so good…" Rachel buried her head into the bed, muffling her moans and spreading her knees further apart. She fought the urge to sneak her own hand between her legs, to rub her clit, knowing how Quinn would swat it away and start paying attention to her other sensitive zone.
"Worried your dads might hear you getting fucked by your girlfriend, despite the soundproofed walls?" The blonde whispered in her ear and trailed her right hand down her quivering abs, making it to her destination with a safe landing. Her palm start slapping at her clit, feeling it harden against her touch as her cock thrusted at a faster pace. It was getting hard to slip inside of Rachel, but it was enough to get both where she wanted.
"God, Quinn…" The singer chanted out at each thrust and matching slap on her clit. Her senses were clouded by pleasure. Her knuckles had turned white and her knees trembled. With her eyes closed, she started meeting Quinn's thrusts with her own hips, feeling the thick head of her cock push through the resistance of her walls.
"Come for me, baby.." Quinn muttered in her ear, drawing fast circles around her clit with the tip of her fingers. Her own cock was ready to relieve itself of the accumulated tension. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach.
"Quinn...Quinn...Quinnnnnn…" Rachel arched her back in a perfect curve, pulling slightly back from the girl's thrusting cock before taking every inch of it inside of her, as her walls fluttered around it. Her own juices guished around the thick meat. Her abs ached and her hands sweatily slid over the blankets as she kept on cumming around her girlfriend's cock.
"Fuck yes…" Quinn buried her face into her shoulder, shortly thrusting inside of her until she let herself go to release her own load inside of her. Her thick gushes painted the girl's walls from the inside, mixing with her excitement in a mess that was trickling down to her sensitive base and ballsack.
"Oh god...god…" Rachel laid face down at the foot of the bed, releasing the grip on the bedspread as she breathed hard through her nose and mouth. Her walls finally relaxed around Quinn's flaccid member, that was still buried inside of her.
"Merry Christmas…" Quinn kissed her cheek from behind and wrapped her arms, loosely, around the brunette who smiled sleepily at her and stole a quick kiss from her parted lips.
"Merry Christmas, Quinn.." The singer rested their foreheads together, despite the awkward angle, and just laid there, contently wrapped in her girlfriend's arms...
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