A/N: Prompt from an anon; Faberry, wench. Thanks!
"That is what I like to see."
Smirking even while trying to keep it to herself, Quinn straightened from where she was bending over the bar to reach the bottle of mead she'd stashed earlier. Without turning on her heel, she glanced over her shoulder, a loose strand of blonde hair falling over her eye. "That all you like to see?" she goaded.
Moving forward, Rachel's hands reached out, settling on Quinn's hips. "You know it's not," she answered, leaning in to nuzzle the blonde's neck. "Just, I think I'm beginning to like these Renaissance Fairs more than I thought I would. And not just because we're playing bar wenches."
"Yeah?"
Rachel's lips brushed along Quinn's ear. "Oh yes. You?"
The shiver that elicited was answer enough.