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CHAPTER 4
Quinn stood behind the counter of her friend's shop, keeping an eye on the potential clients coming in and providing them assistance, while he worked in the back shop unloading the boxes that had just arrived. The blonde's career had taken a negative turn after the fallout of her marriage and the inevitable repercussions on the firm she was running with her partner, so she just took a step back and focused on her own personal life. Finn and Santana were her only anchors during that dark time of her life, the guy offering her a full job at his shop but probably would have never treated her as an employee while the Latina became her legal representative in the divorce with Rachel.
"Good morning, may I help you?" The blonde looked up from the magazine she was reading and her eyes landed on an extravagant brunette, who roamed around the shop staring at the cameras. There was something oddly attracting in the girl's movements, that kept Quinn interested and made her follow with her eyes.
"I know you! You are Lucy Q!" The brunette's smile erupted and she bounced her way toward the counter, grabbing a magazine from her luxury bag and pushing it in the blonde's hands, along with a permanent marker. "Can you sign it for me? To Sugar Motta, your number one fan." She smiled brightly at her and kept bouncing up and down, before dragging her in a bear hug. "My daddy will be so happy about it."
"Sugar Motta? As in Motta Art Galleries?" The photographer handed the magazine back and looked at the excited brunette, who couldn't help but make her smile for an enthusiasm that she had only seen in her very number one fan, her daughter. "I am glad to see that my name hasn't been forgotten yet, despite being out of the business for a while."
"Oh Lucy Q, you will be surprised by the amount of people who complain about the lack of talent in the new photographers, nowadays. Very few professional photographers can be considered artists too, being able to be original and yet understood by this demanding market." She nodded mostly to herself and grabbed her business card from the front pocket of her bag. "I am in charge of the Motta Art Gallery of New York, would you be interested in participating the fashion exhibit we are putting together?"
"I…I haven't been doing much photographic stuff lately, except helping my dear friend to run this shop. Do I have to submit a book or go through an interview?" Quinn raised an eyebrow and looked at the brunette, who shook her head and kept on smiling comfortingly. Maybe it was time to take the reins of her life back, after all.
"That card contains all my direct contacts, if you are interested it'd be a honor to have you participating." Sugar smiled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on her cheek. "Or if you are free for dinner one of these nights, I'd like to hear from you too. Thank you again Lucy Q." With that said, she turned around on her fashion heels and walked out of the door with the same bounce in her step.
"Hey dude, who was that?" Finn wiped his hands on a dirty rag and looked at his silent friend, not noticing the business card she was playing with. "You okay, Quinn?" He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of the daze she had fallen into.
"I just got a job offer or something that could definitely help pushing in that way." The blonde looked at her friend's puzzled face and handed her the girl's business card, letting the information sink in. "They are putting together an exhibit and they want me to participate, do you think I should go?"
"Quinn, you know how much I love having you around here to help but this place ain't for you hun." He smiled gently at her and wrapped his long and big arms around her shoulders, dragging her into a warm bear hug. "You always were the talented one, you can't let that asshole run this part of your life too. I know the way you look longingly at my cameras and I know you are just eager to grab the dusty ones from the shoe box in your closet and use them again. So go ahead and shine, you deserve some piece of normality." Kissing the top of his head, he just held her a bit tighter and let his warmth comfort her troubled soul.
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Moans escaped from her pursed lips, unable to suppress them any further as pink lips worshipped every inch of her exposed neck; short hair tickled her jawline and earlobe, making her giggle lightly along with voicing the pleasure coursing through her naked frame. Slender fingers were brushing over the skin of her nipples, twirling them in a painful erection and then flicking them slowly, in different and opposite ways that made her back arch off the mattress to get closer. Quinn was everywhere above her. Inside her. Not just physically but mentally too. That cocky photographer and womanizer had kept up with her reputation of passionate and talented lover, breaking through her walls of doubt and making her crave more. Since that night spent together, they had regularly fallen into beds and couches in a mess of limbs and moans; christening every piece of furniture they had at reach, without any shame or fear to be caught. It had added even more pleasure to the whole act, something that she had never allowed to any other of her past lovers.
"You feel so good against me, Rachel." That husky voice filled her ears and sent shivers straight to her core, that tightened around the rigid member thrusting inside of her. Never before, she had allowed anyone to fuck her raw, letting their most inner parts brush and touch so intimately. Not even her first boyfriend, the guy she had given her virginity to, despite his attempts to forgo the latex. It'd add pleasure, he said. Guess he was right after all.
"Don't stop, don't ever stop Quinn." Rachel's palms slid down the woman's muscular back, feeling every inch of those defined muscle tense and stretch under the movements of their bare frames; sweat covered them from head to toe, favoring the grinding and speeding up the thrusts of their lower bodies. She never liked to be on the bottom, except from her first time where she let her ex take the lead, but she found herself breaking so many rules as soon as her eyes met those intense hazelnut ones that belonged to the girl above her.
"Rachel.." A sharp nip at her earlobe startled the girl from her brief trip down the memory lane, focusing on the blonde who moved between her legs and was slowly driving her crazy. It wasn't rushed or fast paced like the first time they had sex, nor a quickie in the dressing room before she was due on stage. It was deliberately slow and Rachel wondered why Quinn was taking her sweet time with her, knowing perfectly how to dose the strength and the speed behind each thrust, that pleasured her but not enough to make her orgasm. "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night? After your show." Quinn's face hovered hers, looking down with a light smile that betrayed her insecurities and fears of rejection.
"Of all times, you ask me now? What if I say no? You'll pull out and won't fuck me till I say yes?" Rachel groaned at the cease of the movements inside of her, her hips rose from the bed in a desperate attempt to grind against the hardness pressing into her soft spots but to no avail. "God you are so fucking frustrating, I can't believe you fucking stopped to ask me something like that." The singer tried to push the other girl off her, so she could go home and finish her job herself but she was pinned back and down and literally fucked into the mattress. "Oh god."
"It's what you wanted, after all." Quinn's face moved out of her sight, resting on the mattress beside her and barely brushing their cheeks together. The blonde attitude had definitely changed, she could tell but the pleasure in her body was enough not to question that. Not right then, at least. Hands moved to the photographer's firm buttocks, slamming their hips together as the girl's cock rammed into her with a fast pace, barely giving her time to adjust to feeling it pull out before it slammed back inside, harder than before. Slender fingers grabbed her wrists, pinning them above their heads as their fronts slid together. Nipples were rolled and stomachs pressed together, letting their most intimate parts do most of their movements as everything else was almost glued together.
"Fuck Quinn, like that!" Her feet pressed down on the squeaking mattress, lifting her hips off the bed to meet the faster thrusts that massaged her clenching walls so perfectly; eyes fluttered close and her mouth fell open, releasing a loud scream as the orgasm took over the frame, making it impossible not to choke on the blonde's dick with her pussy walls. "FUCKKKKKKKKK!" Her frame shivered and writhed under the weight of the blonde's body, whose member was still slamming down into her to ride every single wave of her intense pleasure before pulling out and just let her collapse on the bed. Alone.
"There, you are not obligated to stay now." Quinn's back turned to her as she sat on the bed and pulled her boxers back on, still sporting an obvious erection that she didn't seem to care about though. "I have an early morning, so if you could kindly go." Slipping her night t-shirt on, the young photographer placed her clothes on the bed beside her and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Rachel alone with her thoughts.
The singer sighed to herself, conscious that her reaction to the girl's words had probably hurt her feelings and make her revert back to her player attitude, raising thick walls between them. She had been a bitch, she was fully aware of that. Leaving Quinn's bed had never happened so quickly before, usually they went for more rounds before they fell into an exhaustion induced slumber beside each other. Emerging barefoot from the bedroom, she wasn't surprised to find the blonde sitting by the window with a cigarette hanging from her lips; those perfect lips she had desired feeling longer on her body, but she couldn't really blame her for finishing her and then ordering her to go.
"I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?" Rachel looked at the blonde, expecting some bitchy remark or maybe some crude comment about her performance in the bedroom. She wouldn't expect anything better after having hurt her. "Quinn, look I am so-"
"Don't. I'll see you when I do, be safe on your way back." The blonde threw the cigarette out in the street and crossed the space between them, mindful to keep a safe distance between even when she passed by to go back to the bedroom. When the door slammed shut, the brunette realized that she'd have rather preferred some hurtful comment than being obviously ignored and not even worth it of the girl's anger. Sighing to herself, she let herself out without looking back.
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When Rachel opened the main door, after having heard a soft knock, she was surprised to find Quinn standing on the front porch, with hands shoved in the front pockets of her jeans and a soft smile replacing her usual smug one. The brunette greeted her with her own light smile, moving aside to let her ex walk in and stand in the foyer, as if she had never been there before; for a moment the brunette took her time to let her eyes linger on the more mature features, the high cheekbones and the full lips that had filled her dreams and took her to the edge for so many years.
"I must have forgotten about you picking Harmony, because she is with Kurt at the moment but should be back in a half an hour. Do you want something to drink?" The singer stood in front of her, having relaxed her own stance after their talk few weeks before. They were obviously trying, for their daughter's sake.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." The blonde scratched the back of her head, a habit she hadn't obviously lost since she was younger but that the shorter woman still found completely adorable. "I am afraid I can't keep Harmony with me this upcoming weekend, but if you have already made plans I'll find a way around or maybe ask Finn or Santana to babysit her while I'm at work."
"Work? I didn't know you were searching, is it for someone else's agency or your own?" Rachel felt happy for the woman who had managed to find her way back to her very first love, the one that had gotten them together at the beginning and that had always put a light in the woman's eyes. A light that had completely disappeared since their fallout.
"Actually, I was asked to do an photographic exhibit here in New York. It's dedicated to fashion photography and since I worked on that field for years, I thought I could contribute." Quinn smiled at the memory of her second meeting with Sugar Motta, in her personal office at the Motta Gallery and demonstrated nothing but excitement about having Quinn joining the other photographers.
"That's great, Quinn. I am happy that you didn't give up on something so important for you and I am sorry that…well I am sorry that I played that big role in separating you from your job too." She mumbled to herself, fully aware that it was her own fault if Quinn had found herself jobless and hating photography almost as much as she hated her for ruining their marriage. "I'll gladly keep Harmony with me and maybe drop her off at your place, when you are not working. Is that alright with you?"
"Thank you for understanding, really. I'll tell her tomorrow when I pick her up from school and I promise I'll make it up to her." The blonde smiled lightly at the brunette and turned around to go back home, still having a hard time being alone with her ex without letting their past overwhelm her. "I better go, give Harmony a kiss for me." She stepped closer to the door and grabbed the doorknob, when the sound of Rachel's voice stopped her from leaving.
"I know I said it several times, but I really am sorry for the way things have gone between us." Despite years of vocal training to strengthen her voice, when it came to apologize to Quinn for being the main cause of their downfall she could barely speak louder than a whisper. She felt like choking on her own words an tears push to fall, but she couldn't cry any more. She had lost every right to, after she had messed up so bad. "If I…If I could go back in time, I swear…"
"You and I know that it's not possible, Rachel and even if it was there's no certainty we wouldn't have made the same mistakes all over again. I worked too much and you just found comfort in someone else's arms, it hurts yes. It still hurts cause we should have been better than that, but what's done is done." Quinn looked briefly over her shoulder, at the broken woman that still held a disarming beauty that made her heart tighten in her chest. How much she wished they could still be them, living and raising their daughter together; but it was too hard to rebuild something that had been turned to ashes. "I'll see you tomorrow night, have a good rest of the day." With that said, she slipped out of the door and walked to her Porsche, jumping inside and quickly speeding away hoping to run away from her emotions. But it was a lost battle.
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She didn't know why she let her manager drag her to these parties, she hated crowds that weren't going to be the audience at some of her shows. She felt awkward and out of place, a wolf in an even more lonely place, so she did what she knew to do the best. Act. Plastering a fake but not overdone smile on her face, Rachel stood in a corner of the room nursing a glass of champagne while models walked around her, with their perfect tone complexion, ample dress cleavage and heels that made her look even shorter than she already was. Then she caught a flash of blonde hair and the sound of a familiar raspy voice, that had filled her ears for so many nights and that she missed terribly. As soon as she had walked out of the door, she had regretted all of her words and the lack of when she should have explained, so she'd have fallen asleep cuddled in a warm embrace than in a cold bed.
Quinn was leaning against a wall, with her back to her and arms wrapped around a tall brunette while they exchanged soft whispers and sensual glances, over the rim of the champagne flute they were both sipping from. Blonde hair fell all over the girl's face, adding more sensuality to her already killer looks and seeing her with someone else did nothing but irate Rachel. She was angry at herself for being such a scared bitch. Angry at Quinn for making her feel something she wasn't yet ready for. Angry at both of them because they were too coward to fight for what they both wanted. When the blonde nodded toward the backyard, she knew she had take a chance and get there before anyone else could; the model wasn't following soon after, having been stopped by some other girl on her way out. It was perfect. There she was, standing under the wooden gazebo staring up at the darkened sky and sipping from her glass with an elegance that rivaled royalty; her eyes couldn't help but linger on those slender fingers, so familiar. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel them map every inch of her frame and then explore her deepest core, dragging the pleasure out of her effortlessly.
"Quinn." Rachel had taken her heels off, carrying them at her side as she ascended the few stairs that led her to the other woman; eyes met hers and the tension in the older girl's face was enough to tell her that she wasn't exactly happy to see her. "I saw you and…we need to talk" The Broadway starlet sat her shoes down by the door and rubbed her own bare arms, feeling the cold breeze suddenly envelop her in a cold embrace.
"You realize stalking is a felony?" Quinn smirked from behind her glass and all those walls built around her, attempting to keep herself from being hurt again. "What do I owe the honor, Miss Berry?" Sitting the glass down, she sat on the edge of a small table and folded her arms over her chest, staring at the brunette.
"I came to apologize for the other night, I was a perfect bitch and very insensitive." The brunette took a step forward and looked into her dark eyes, catching a small nod of encouragement despite the hard stance. "It's…It's just that I never thought we'd end up in this predicament and for some odd reason, I got scared. I am scared of what you cause me to feel when I wake up and find you sleeping by my side, holding onto me but never suffocating me. You scared me when you stopped fucking me and looked at me like I wasn't just another body in your bed, but someone you'd want there for more than random sex."
"Don't you think that I feel equally scared? God Rachel, you have a fucking idea of how hard it was for me to ask you out and then swallow the hurt, because you had rejected me; the last time I opened up like that with someone was when I lost my V-card to my best friend and then it never happened again." Quinn stood up and quickly was in front of her, shrugging her jacket off to drape it over her shivering shoulders. "I feel better when you are there in the morning and it scares me. It scares the hell out of me because it shouldn't have happened and not with someone like you, obviously not interested. So let's spare each other any further angst, I'll go my way and it will be like nothing ever happened. Nothing but phenomenal sex between two grown up women." The blonde went to walk past her, but a hand on her wrist stopped her from going any further. Soft lips crashed against hers and a warm body pressed into her front, providing enough heat to make her forget about her gone jacket.
"7 o'clock. Don't be late." Rachel whispered and pressed herself closer to the blonde, whose arms quickly cradled her slender hips and just held onto her as they exchanged soft passionate kisses under the moonlight. Guess it was the start of something beautiful.
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