I don't own glee.

Warning: sexy times!

Chapter 15:

Memories and fetishes.

…

Somewhere between high school and college's graduations.

She can barely believe that she, Quinn Fabray, is actually willing to spend time with Rachel Berry. Although, Rachel is not her only friend there, she would never, ever, admit to anyone that the girl is the reason why she likes so much to go to New York.

She shakes her head at that thought and closes her suitcase. She looks around in an attempt to see if she is not forgetting anything, but everything is in order. So she walks toward the door and leaves her room.

Quinn is walking through the campus, on her way to the train station, when her phone starts ringing. She answers it.

"Hello bitch!"

"What do you want?"

"Wow! Nice way to say hello."

"I'm a little busy."

"What you're doing? Wait! You're not fucking are you? Don't tell me! Unless it's a girl then you can tell me. Is she hot? What you're doing? Or, is she doing you?"

"Can you shut your mouth?! God! I'm not doing anything. I'm going to New York, but you clearly forgot that."

"Oh yeah! Sorry."

"It's okay Ronnie, but tell me, what do you want?"

"I will… just hang up the phone."

"What?"

"We don't have to talk on the phone if we are less than two steps away from each other." Ronnie says behind her.

"Bitch." Quinn turns around to face Veronica as she is smiling at her.

"You were seeing me all the time right?"

"Yes, but you know how much I like to tease you."

"I swear I don't know what I've ever done to deserve such friends, I had to endure Santana in my high school years and now I not only have to bear her as I also have to put up with you." She sighs.

"Yeah right, you like to disdain but the truth is that you love to love us, quite literally." Veronica gestures to her body.

"Ha! First of all, me and S, it was just a one-time thing." Ronnie arches an eyebrow. "Well, a two times thing and by the way for the record we-" She gestures between both of them. "Just kissed and I was too drunk to even remember it after."

"It's funny how much work you had to dump me you know; in the end you were shoving your tongue in my throat. I suppose you were still in pain because of your fake breakup." Ronnie laughs teasingly.

"I was drunk as fuck! I'd have made out with a cushion!"

"Yeah…it wasn't good anyway. How could I have had a crush on you?"

"Exactly, if you had noticed this before I wouldn't have needed to make up the whole story about fake girlfriends."

"You didn't deserve her anyway."

"Who?"

"Rachel! your fake girlfriend, who else?"

The smile that spreads across Quinn's face doesn't go unnoticed by Veronica.

"Whatever, this conversation is really good" Quinn says sarcastically. "But I have to go."

"Wait." Veronica stops her. "I was wondering, maybe you can help me. You know her for longer than I do."

"Who?"

"Rachel." Veronica rolls her eyes. "I want to give her something for her birthday, can you find out what she'd like to get? Maybe some kind of Broadway stuff? I want to give her something special and not just expensive." She explains eagerly.

Veronica is rich, or rather, her parents are rich. Like really rich, they are part of the New York's high society and Veronica grew up having everything, the best the money could afford. She's always had everything that she wanted and Quinn has a feeling that she wants Rachel.

But Rachel is straight, so she doesn't need to worry, although she is not sure why she is worried about Veronica's interest on Rachel.

Definitively because of her reputation; yes, that must be it.

Veronica is a whore.

Yeah, but Rachel is straight, so no needs to worry…

That doesn't put her in peace though, because she reminds that Veronica told her once very prideful that she made out with straight girls in high school.

"What do you want Ronnie? With Rach?" She clarifies.

"Jealous?"

"If I wanted you I wouldn't have made up that fake girlfriend thing, don't you think?"

"I wasn't talking about me." Veronica says suggestively.

"What? I-I… whatever… just tell me."

"Nothing, we're just friends."

"Yeah right; you're a slut and Rachel, she is… it doesn't matter anyway, she is straight; and she is with Finn… again."

Veronica can swear that the blonde seems to be disappointed, but she lets it go.

"As I said before, my interest is just friendly."

"Okay. I'll do that. Only because I know she will love it; she loves attention, especially on her birthday. I gotta go," She waves her hand. "Really… goodbye."

"Bye bitch…see you in New York."

They hug each other.

"Yeah…" Quinn frowns.

"Wow! Could you be happier?"

"Not that… I just forgot you live there too."

"Actually, since I got Yale I live in New Haven."

"You get my point."

"Whatever."

After they say goodbye, Quinn takes a taxi to the train station.

When she finally settles on her seat, waiting for the train to go, her mind takes her to the day she gave Rachel those metro passes. She remembers every detail of that conversation.

She rests her head on the seat and sighs.

Old memories popping into her mind…

It was only two days after their encounter in the bathroom that she had the little outburst. She kind of freaked out.

She walked into her bedroom and as she still had things to pack, she began working on this task and then she saw the metro pass. Reality of what she did hit her.

What the hell!

Did I just give Rachel a metro pass?

Rachel Berry? What did I say? To keep in touch?

What Facebook is for or Skype or whatever!

She calmed down, breathing deeply and slowly. It worked. Soon she shook it off of her mind.

A couple of days later, Finn was calling her:

"Finn? Is everything okay?"

He wanted everybody at the station. He wasn't going to marry Rachel. Honestly, she stopped listening when he said they weren't going to marry. She agreed.

She was there like everybody else. She watched her go, like everybody else. Then she came back home and her mind flew.

She wanted to visit Rachel in New York.

Actually she couldn't wait for that. She and Rachel in New York, alone; suddenly she was eager and she started thinking about every place they could visit together.

It would be so much better than the last time, last time she was resentful and she spent so much time plotting her revenge. Rachel is so nice when she is in New York like she really belongs there. They were going to really enjoy each other this time.

Wait what? No… I'm Quinn Fabray, I don't enjoy time with Rachel Berry…

That was in the past smartass, you are friends now…

But it's wrong… she is the one that does this kind of thing, she is the one annoying, she is the one with hugs, but she didn't buy a metro pass to me…

Or rewrote hundreds of votes for you to win prom queen…

"Stop making out with Berry…"

Santana voice echoed in her head.

"I can't go. I probably won't have time anyway, people grows apart. This is part of life." She takes the metro pass and sighs. "Sorry Rach."

Rachel came back from New York, but they didn't have much time for each other as she had to pack up properly this time. The time flew away and soon Quinn was the one leaving Lima.

She started her life as a Yale student and she was really enjoying it. Rachel didn't forget her though, but Quinn ignored all Rachel's attempts to contact her. She did what seemed to be her specialty: to reject Rachel Berry.

But only because, she was busy, nothing else.

He was charming, intelligent, smooth talker, and a professor. At least it wasn't a forty year old skater and no way she would dye her hair pink again.

Everything was okay until that damn, smart and cynical Latina and her power to see through her (and also the slap). So she questioned herself: what she was doing with him? He was married!

And then Kurt's call came.

Rachel needed her and she couldn't pretend that she was too busy to visit her anymore. But she was still Quinn Fabray, so she called Santana. She wanted her to go too. Little did she know that Kurt had called Santana as well.

She got a little surprised, sure she saw her change because of facebook, but when she was face to face with the girl, she got a little speechless. Rachel and New York was definitely a good combination.

"Please don't do it…"

She honestly couldn't believe that Rachel wanted to do a nude scene. What she was thinking? Thank God she gave up and they had a nice dinner in New York. She was right before when she thought it was going to be better than the first time they were there. They had such a great time.

Like they are about to have now, she smiles at herself and at her silliness; how could she have wasted time pushing her friend away?

Sure, she changed and in senior year she was a completely different person, her friendship with Rachel being the biggest proof of that. But in one moment she was there, surviving a car accident, learning how to walk again, giving up her crown, being mature, helping Puck, graduating, saying goodbye to her glee club friends and in the other she was moving backwards and returning to that pathetic little girl who let men define her?

Again, thank God for Santana and her power to see through her. Well, and then it wasn't just Santana's eyes but Santana's something else…

Memories…

Looking out the train's window, she smiles. Did she really try to convince Santana and more important, herself, that that was a one-time thing?

She definitively knows now that that was not a one-time thing, but she doesn't have any intention of coming out for now, especially to her mother. Besides, she is not really sure of anything yet, although she can't deny she is attracted to girls.

When Quinn arrives in New York, Santana is already waiting for her at the platform.

"Hi!" Santana shouts.

"Hi S…"

"You're still a cold bitch."

"Like you one to talk."

"Honey, I may be a bitch and sometimes I act like I don't care about people feelings but I'm a Latina I can't be cold."

"Whatever." Quinn shrugs.

"Come on." Santana opens her arms. Quinn rolls her eyes but hugs her.

"I know you like to touch my body."

"You're hot and a girl, why wouldn't I like to touch your body? Come on, let's go."

"Wait, are you telling me…?" Quinn narrows her eyes at her friend. "S! We, we used to… you know, when we were cheerios, you used to see me naked!"

"Oh yeah."

"S!"

Santana laughs.

"What? In case you haven't noticed, we slept together. So, are you seriously concerned about me seeing you naked in the cheerios' locker?"

Quinn huffs annoyed.

"Where is B by the way?"

"Sleeping… she is tired, she didn't have time to rest last night, you know we spent the night-"

"Don't finish that." Quinn cuts her off and holds a hand up.

Santana laughs again.

An hour later…

Quinn finds herself eager, they are all reunited, Brittany, the boys and Tina. They are talking animatedly about their plans for the night when Rachel finally arrives.

She is on the phone and very excited. No one could notice but Quinn's pupils dilated at the sight of Rachel brand new look. She was sexy before in the first time Quinn visited her in New York, but now, now she is more sophisticated, she doesn't look like someone that is trying to be sexy, she is sexy. Besides she doesn't look like a teenage anymore.

Rachel is wearing a long-sleeved black chiffon blouse and the buttons are open in a way that is making possible to see her cleavage, but not too much. Her jeans hugs her legs in all the right places, which makes Quinn think: why Rachel didn't wear jeans in high school?

To complete the look, high heels black shoes.

"Yeah, but you promised. Hi everybody!" She shouts happily to the group. "No… I just got home now."

Noticing Quinn's presence for the first time, Rachel smiles the biggest of her smiles and Quinn melts with the intensity of that smile and she suddenly feels very warm.

"I'll call you later Finn… love you! Bye…okay, bye…"

With her eyes shining in bliss, Rachel goes toward the hazel eyed girl.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" Quinn stands up quickly as Santana and Kurt look at each other meaningfully.

Fuck off! I wasn't greeted like that, and I picked her up at the station…

Santana thinks as she has a smirk on her face.

Rachel hugs Quinn tight and they stay embraced like that for a long time. When they pull away, Quinn blushes a little.

"When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? I could've gone to pick you up at the train station." Rachel says pouty.

"It's okay. I called Santana."

"Oh… yes, of course…" Rachel mumbles. "Hey B!" The brunette walks toward Brittany and throws herself on her lap "We hardly had time to talk properly to each other, how is L.A?"

Quinn frowns and goes back to her seat.

"It's great! I do love to live there!"

"Uh, Rach can you stop molesting my girlfriend?"

"I thought you guys weren't girlfriends." Rachel teases.

"B will always be my Girl- friend even if we're not officially girlfriends."

"Besides I never really understood this thing of being together but not being together. I love the desperate sex we do when we're finally able to see each other, but it's not good when she is not around, even with the hot phone sex and the sexting…" She explains casually. "You guys should see, San is really good at sexting-"

"Too much information B…" Quinn interrupts, before Brittany says more.

"The Queen of celibacy talking." Santana teases.

"Santana, stop it." Kurt reprimands playfully. "You know there wasn't this thing of monarchy. So, no queen Quinn."

They all laugh, except for Rachel.

"I can't see the fun."

"That's because you were her vice president." Santana points out.

"I-I…" Rachel stomps her feet and stands up. "I was not! She would've not allowed me anyway." She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.

Amused, Quinn grabs Rachel by the waist and puts the girl on her lap. She tucks Rachel brown locks behind the brunette's ear and speaks loudly for everybody to hear.

"Let it go Rach. One day, they will totally regret for making fun of us." Rachel smiles mischievously. "Did you do something different in your hair?"

"Yes, did you notice it? It's natural again."

"Oh yeah, just like high school again; I totally prefer it this way."

Back to the future…

She wakes up with the sight of brown, gorgeous, silky hair all over her face. It smells like heaven, it smells like home. She entwines her fingers in that luscious brown hair and caresses it tenderly. She loves Rachel's hair; she could caress it all day.

She gets lost in her thoughts as she strokes Rachel's hair and remembers that night.

Flashback:

"So?" Rachel asks, turning around.

After gossiping, they started dressing to the night and of course Brittany and Rachel wanted to dance. Rachel was the last to get dressed, as usual and she received everyone's approval when she came out of her bedroom with a "bad girl" look.

"Fabulous as always Rach…You're looking like a rock star."

"Wanky! Hobbit, this is actually a nice skirt."

"You're super hot Rachel."

"Totally, if I wasn't gay I'd be drooling right now." Blaine admits.

"You wouldn't be the only one…" Santana smirks. "Hey Q, you didn't approve Berry looks? You didn't say anything." She teases the blonde and Kurt narrows his eyes at her.

"No… you're really nice Rach…"Quinn says nonchalantly.

"Thanks, so everybody is ready? Can we go?"

They spend the night drinking and dancing, until some very annoying and stupid boys decided to approach Brittany and Rachel. The girls were completely unaware of the entire world around them, lost in their dancing. One of the boys held Brittany's waist and talk into the girl's ear and Snixx came up.

"Take your fucking hands of her!" Santana shouts.

"Hey calm down… we're just talking."

"Fuck off now!"

"I told you it wasn't a good idea." Brittany says to him.

"Whatever… let's go Eddie"

The other guy is talking to Rachel.

"And you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you available or…?"

That was enough for Quinn.

"Available? Are you a jackass? Get out!"

They left mumbling about them being a bunch of lesbians.

When Blaine, Kurt and Tina approach them the girls are laughing.

"What happened, were they bothering you?" Blaine asks serious.

"No, don't worry, they already left." Quinn answers.

"Let's drink bitches!"Santana shouts.

When they get back home, they are completely drunk.

"Lock the doors!" Santana sings aloud.

"Tight!" Kurt follows her.

Exhausted, Quinn throws herself on the couch.

"Stop you gay people." She mumbles.

"Mmm the queen of Narnia is speaking Kurt…"Santana teases.

"Quinn is the Queen of Narnia? That's why we used to call her ice queen?" Tina narrows her eyes.

"Stop teasing her Santana." Rachel reprimands the Latina.

Rachel wanted her movements to be smooth, but she is so drunk that she trips and falls on Quinn. Her face gets pressed against Quinn's chest.

"Oh shit! Sorry Quinn…" She speaks but as her face is still pressed on Quinn's chest her voice sounds muffled.

"It's okay…" Quinn tries her best to stay calm.

They move at the same time and they fall from the couch. Rachel starts laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

Rachel laughs harder.

"Oh yeah?" Quinn straddles her and starts tickling her.

"Oh no…no Quinn, stop!"

"Get a room you two…" Santana says.

Quinn stands up and sits on the couch, then she helps Rachel up.

"Blaine you cheated! I said one gulp."

"It's impossible to drink that much in one gulp B."

"Whatever, you didn't win."

"B!" Rachel shouts and goes toward the girl."Do it now! Do it now, you promised."

"You have to sing first."

"What are you talking about?"Santana asks.

"Rachel said we never did a duet. I said we still can do it, and I have the perfect song… I will take my IPod."

Brittany takes it quickly.

"Ready?" She starts doing her sexy moves.

"I was born ready Britt."

"Guys, prepare yourselves for the glee club best dancer and best singer!"

They start singing her first rendition of "scream and shout". When the music is almost over Brittany is giving a lap dance to her girlfriend.

They all cheer them. Again Quinn's pupil is dilated but nobody notices her eyes.

"Wow Rachel, you sang the Will. Am. part… I'm proud of you." Kurt teases her.

"Best duet ever…" Tina shouts.

"Yeah, that was hot, specially the lap dance part baby." Santana says.

"Which reminds me; I'm ready Brittany."

"For what hobbit?"

"My lap dance."

"Your what?" Quinn and Santana say at the same time.

"B promised me… so…" Rachel shrugs.

"When?"

"When we were dancing tonight."

"Come on B."

"What song do you want Rach?"

"Mmm…"

"What? No! that's not gonna happen…"

"Ugh… Santana it's just a lap dance. And I'm straight. I'm just opening myself to a new experience and as Brittany is my friend and a great dancer I know I'm safe."

"This doesn't make sense Rach… friends don't give other friends a lap dance…"Quinn says angrily.

Friends don't fuck each other too!

Rachel actually almost said that out loud.

"I'm with Quinn divalicious…" Kurt ponders.

"Yes they do." Rachel says stubbornly. "B?"

"I don't see a problem."

"Keep your hands to yourself Berry."

"Deal!" Rachel shouts and then she kisses Santana's cheek.

"Don't ever do that again."

Rachel ignores her.

"I want Rihanna's only girl in the world!"

Brittany hit the play and starts the lap dance.

When things get really heated Quinn decides to go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Then Rachel decides to grab Brittany's ass.

"Fuck off Berry! Enough!"

"What is going on?" The blonde returns in a bolt.

"Nothing… Rachel exaggerated a little." Blaine says casually.

"What did she do?"

"Grabbed Brittany's ass…" Kurt says smirking.

"You grabbed B's ass? Why?!"

"I was just… it wasn't a big deal! Damn! And I'm the drama queen." Rachel pouts.

"That was hot. I think I want a lap dance too." Tina says.

"I can give you one too."

"No thanks, I was thinking about Mike."

"Thanks B… that was hot."

"You're welcome Rachel."

"I confess I'm a little wet."

Blaine, Kurt and Tina's eyes pop open.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"I'm just kidding Santana! Do you really think I would do anything like that with Britt? I know you guys are made for each other and I would never disrespect it."

Santana bursts out into tears.

"I love you."

They hug each other.

"I love you too Satan, but I will always tease you."

"And I'll always call you hobbit."

Quinn rolls her eyes.

"Fuck you two!"

"Aw… our little angry drunk." Santana teases her.

Rachel tries to hug her, but for the first time ever, Quinn pushes her away.

"Quinn?"

"I'm going to pee."

They all stood there astonished.

"She took the whole "angry drunk" thing to another level." Santana jokes.

They all laugh, except for Rachel.

"Let's sleep." Rachel says sadly.

They settled.

Kurt, Blaine and Tina stayed in Kurt's bedroom. Brittany and Santana stayed in Rachel's and Rachel stayed with Quinn in the living room.

Quinn obviously decided that she would sleep in the living room and Rachel said no way in hell she was going to sleep with Santana and Brittany, they had previously decided that the two girls would not stay in the living room for the sake of them all, besides she knew the girls barely see each other and she wanted them to stay as much time together as possible.

So she settles in the living room with Quinn, the blonde remains silent, avoiding the diva as much as possible, until Rachel's first trip to the bathroom.

She stands up quickly and runs to the bathroom to find Rachel throwing up.

"I'm dying…"

Quinn rolls her eyes and walks toward the girl. Then Rachel throws up one more time. She takes Rachel's hair to hold it away from the girl's face. She starts rubbing Rachel's back.

"You're not… you just drank too much."

"Clearly."

Quinn giggles and tucks some hair behind Rachel's ear.

"Feeling better?"

"A little…"

"I really love you hair. I could caress it for hours." Her eyes open widely as she is regretting what she just said.

"What?"

"Nothing… let's try to sleep now."

"Sure… but I have to brush my teeth first."

Quinn smiles amused.

Now:

She smiles too.

Then she moves Rachel's hair out of her way so the nape of her girlfriend's neck is now exposed.

She nuzzles the back of her girlfriend's neck planting wet, sloppy kisses all over it and on Rachel's shoulders too. She goes up and reaches her girlfriend's earlobe and bites it. Her hand that was resting on Rachel's stomach slowly slides to north as she cups the brunette's breast.

She fondles it, caresses it, strokes the tip until it grows hard. She sucks Rachel's neck while she rubs her nipples with her thumb and index finger.

Rachel moans still not entirely awake.

And Quinn's hand stops its movements as she releases Rachel's breast.

She can't take it anymore, she slides her hands south until it finds its destination. When Quinn rubs her girlfriend's clit with her finger, Rachel's eyes pop open and she moans soundly.

"Good morning." Quinn says with that husky tone that makes Rachel's entire body shiver.

She bites Rachel's neck, her fingers are still tucked under her girlfriend's underwear, rubbing Rachel's clit and eliciting a very loud moan from the brunette's mouth.

"Oh yeah, very good."

Rachel turns to face her girlfriend, and smirks when she sees the glaring lust in those beautiful hazel eyes.

Not wanting to waste any time the blonde straddles Rachel, grabs her shirt and as Rachel props herself up, Quinn pulls the shirt off quickly. She then leans down and sucks Rachel's breast, wrapping one into her mouth, holding it between her teeth and flicking her tongue over it.

She releases it with a wet pop and goes to the other one, licking the hardened nipple and biting on it gently as Rachel arches her back to press her nipples deeper into Quinn's mouth.

Quinn turns her attention down and removes Rachel's short and underwear at the same time. Rachel licks her lips in anticipation.

"Sorry to wake you… it's just that I was hungry and…"

She kisses her way up each leg, starting at the ankle and reaching Rachel's thighs.

"I thought that I could eat you out."

Rachel moans loudly.

"Oh, you can. You definitively can eat me."

Quinn bites Rachel's knee tenderly and spreads her girlfriend's legs.

"Can I?"

She stares at Rachel's womanhood, mesmerized. She inserts one finger and removes it slowly, and then she takes her finger into her mouth and sucks it.

"Mmm… you're delicious."

"Oh god Quinn! Just eat me baby."

Quinn kisses her stomach licking it around the belly button and then goes up to suck on Rachel's breasts; she starts rubbing Rachel's clit again as she sucks her breast into her mouth.

"How much do you want it?"

"So much, do me now baby." Rachel bucks her hips into Quinn's hand. "Oh… I want your mouth on me, please baby… It's been too long I need to feel your tongue on me again."

Quinn settles between Rachel's thighs, lifting the beautiful long legs and wrapping them around her shoulders.

She leans her head and lets the tip of her tongue touch the brunette's clit. She starts licking slowly at first, but then faster, flattening her tongue, she uses it to spread Rachel open, sweeping up and down the length of Rachel's sex with broad strokes.

Her tongue finds its way inside and soon she is tongue fucking her girlfriend, sliding her tongue on Rachel's clit and sucking on it for all she is worth, clamping her face between her girlfriend's thighs.

"Oh yess… eat me baby, ooooh, oh god!"

Rachel moans as she feels her orgasm getting closer and closer, she cups Quinn's head and bucks her hips faster against Quinn's tongue. The blonde sucks Rachel's clit inside her mouth and releases it with a pop. She licks and sucks and licks until Rachel's body begins to convulse.

"Oh Quinn!" She screams out as a wave of orgasm rushes through her body.

"Best breakfast ever." Quinn concludes playfully.

"Did you like it?" Rachel asks her girlfriend with a very erratic breath, her chest moving up and down.

"Yes, but I'm not finished."

Without warning, she slips two fingers inside Rachel.

"Oh…" Rachel moans in surprise and delight as Quinn pumps her fingers inside Rachel, thrusting them deep, twisting and curling them, gripping Rachel's thigh to give her leverage for her thrusting.

"Oh yeah right there…"

She keeps pumping inside, going as deep as she could, and loving the feeling of Rachel's walls around her fingers. Never taking her eyes off that delicious sight, she licks her lips and then she licks Rachel's lips, sliding her tongue on Rachel's clit again.

Rachel props herself on her elbows and looks down to see her girlfriend's beautiful face buried between her legs. The blonde runs her hand up to Rachel's breast and pinch her nipple as her fingers from her other hand keep thrusting inside her girlfriend, her lips wrapped on Rachel's pulsating clit. Quinn looks up, her eyes locked onto Rachel's.

It is just too much. Rachel can't hold their gazes anymore. She throws her head back and closes her eyes.

"Oh baby… oh, oh, Mmmm… yes right there."

Quinn curls her fingers and rubs against the sweet spot inside.

"Oh yes!" Rachel screams as Quinn fucks her hard and fast, sending her over the edge again.

Quinn bites gently on Rachel's inner thigh and smiles.

"Oh wow…" Rachel sighs. "Quinn Fabray, you're a sex goddess." Rachel adds with a dopey smile on her face.

"Really?"

"Hasn't anybody ever told you that?"

"Not in these exact words, but I haven't had any complaints." she says humble.

"Any complaints? You're kidding me? You're amazing!"

"I'm not that good."

"Ha! Yes you are."

"Well… I think it has something to do with you."

"What you mean?"

"I can't control myself Rachel, you're so fucking sexy and you bring this wild part of me to the surface you know? I really don' know how I could bear it till now… I mean, I have this need to…" she trails off.

"What love?"

"I don't know… now that I know what is like, I want to fuck you all the time."

Rachel moans.

"Oh you can… really; I'm here to indulge your desires."

Quinn giggles on Rachel's belly. She crawls back up her girlfriend's body, trailing loving licks and kisses along the way and stops at Rachel's breasts, nursing each nipple. She nuzzles her head into the brunette's neck and start sucking Rachel's pulsing point.

She settles on top of Rachel, taking her time. She knows her girlfriend's is still sensitive. She leans back and pulls off her shirt. Rachel licks her lips at that view and cups Quinn's small but perfect breasts causing the blonde to rock her hips down against her. The blonde once again pulls away and take off her short and underwear.

Quinn rolls low and her clit slides across Rachel's. She leans down again to lick Rachel's earlobe.

"Make me come."

Rachel's legs moves around until Quinn settles in that spot again.

They moan in unison.

The blonde soaked folds slide down against Rachel's. She pushes hard and then rolls her hips, rubbing against Rachel's sex. Rachel groans and slides her clit right back over Quinn's.

"Oh Yeah! So fucking good." Rachel nibbles her bottom lip

"Yeah?" Quinn says huskily as she thrusts down. "Oh Fuuck!"

"Yesss… oh yeah… I-I'll like it more with you though."

"You better, because we're going to do it over and over… oh fuck yesss! And over again."

"You bet we will."

She slides her hands down Quinn's glorious ass to roll her hips exactly the way she wants and needs. She angles herself just right and rolls her hips over Quinn's sex again and again.

Quinn moans and rolls her hips faster against Rachel's sex, their juices sliding together, their thrusts getting harder, heavier and quicker. The sounds of sex erupting around the room as their pussies rub harder upon each other.

"Oh fuck Rach… oh baby… oh yesss… I'm so close." Quinn feels it coming, fast and strong and strikes their clits together over and over.

"Look at me baby; I want to see you." Rachel caresses blonde hair and makes Quinn to look up.

They look at each other as their hips move faster, heavy thrusts of deep pleasure against each other's pussies. They begin moving their hips in a circular way so that their sex can slip and slide over each other.

Quinn feels an orgasm building within the very pit of her and starts trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh yeesss Raaach!"

She goes over the edge with a loud moan. One more thrust and Rachel comes as well. Quinn keeps thrusting against Rachel pussy slowly; she feels the aftershocks of an amazing orgasm ripping through her. She collapses on her girlfriend and Rachel holds her. They stay like this for a moment, in their orgasmic haze and in an utter state of bliss.

"Shower?" Rachel asks.

"Mmm Hmm…"

Quinn stands up first and then she helps her girlfriend up. Rachel hugs her from behind and Quinn moans at the contact of Rachel's hard nipples against her back as Rachel rests her chin on Quinn's shoulder.

"Just so you know. I'm very hungry myself and I totally intend to eat you out in that shower." She informs.

Quinn moans again and they walk towards the bathroom still embraced.

They really start showering at first, but then Rachel can't contain herself anymore. She pushes her girlfriend against the wall and start kissing the living daylights out of her. The kiss goes on, long, deep, tender embracing of wet lips and tongues touching each other, entwining in sensuous surrender.

Rachel then traces a line down Quinn's body with her tongue until she reaches her abs. She stops and places small kisses around her belly button, mesmerized by the now wet beauty in front of her.

Oh how she loves this abs…

"Oh… I fucking love this abs. It made me drool sophomore year. I thought I was jealous, I think I wanted to lick it though."

Quinn smiles and tilts her head back as Rachel cups her sex and slides one finger inside, rubbing it slowly against Quinn's clit while she keeps licking her abs. Then she puts her girlfriend leg on her shoulder and Quinn feels Rachel's tongue on her sex, licking slowly and tenderly and causing her girlfriend to let out a contented moan.

"Oh yesss…"

She licks over and over again, keeping her tongue flat and firm and nodding her head up and down, rolling her tongue around Quinn's clit and delving into her girlfriend's sex. She licks every inch and Quinn starts rocking her hips back and forth. The ecstasy taking her body, she cups Rachel's head and thrusts her hips forward as her body starts convulsing.

"Mmmm…" She nibbles her lip. "I'm coming baby. Oh Fuck!"

She almost loses balance with the force of this orgasm, but Rachel is there to catch her. The singer kisses her gently on the lips and then on the cheek.

"Mmmm baby, that was wonderful."

"I thought so too…" Rachel says with a smug smile. "We should really finish shower now."

"Yes we should and I'm starving."

"But you just ate me."

Quinn licks her lips.

"And if you keep talking like that I might do it again."

"No protests in here."

Quinn arches an eyebrow.

"I'm kidding. I'm starving too and as always I expect to be served."

"Ugh… spoiled…"

Rachel pouts.

"But I love you."

The blonde pulls her girlfriend into her arms and presses their lips together, kissing Rachel ravenously.

"But seriously, I'm hungry."

She says after she pulls away.

They eventually start showering.

They couldn't take their hands away from each other and obviously Quinn didn't go home. How they managed to live together for nine months without jumping into each other bones is a mystery now.

But Quinn is happy that they didn't do anything hasty, rushed and impulsive. She had casual sex before, not as much as Rachel, but she knows now that they could never do that, she could never just have sex with Rachel.

That could accelerate the process and they could have admitted their feelings sooner, or it could have made things more complicated, and taking into consideration their past history, things would have definitely gotten complicated.

They spent a few days at home, lost to the world and definitely making up for the lost time, Rachel even shut her phone down. She didn't have to leave the house to do anything, she had all the ammunition necessary right there with her. She had Quinn, her muse, she even wrote a song.

"So, do you want to come with me?"

"I'd follow you till the end of the world."

Rachel chuckles. They are cuddling on bed, with Rachel spooning Quinn.

"Is it a yes?"

This time Quinn is the one giggling.

"But I promised to San that we would spend time together today, you know, B is out of town."

"So, just because she can't get some, I can't get some?"

"Not like that."

"No?" Rachel cups her girlfriend's face forcing Quinn to face her and then she kisses the blonde passionately.

"I think she will be fine."

Quinn informs playfully.

"I'm kidding love. Why don't you invite her over, you know, it will be fun."

"Okay, are you sure, it's your job I don't want to intrude."

"You won't. I promise, besides I'm not a doctor love, I'm singer, singers are artists and artists need their muses. We'll just talk about some stuff. No pressure."

"I really stopped paying attention after you said I'm your muse."

"And what a beautiful muse I have."

"Shut up… you had me at the hello."

Rachel laughs lighthearted.

"Call San you fool."

Quinn shakes her head playfully as she presses their lips together, they start kissing, innocent kisses, but then it becomes more passionate and sure they end up in a make out session.

She eventually calls Santana.

"So, are you guys tired of fucking each other?"

Santana says when they are on their way to the studio.

"No…" Quinn says with moony eyes.

"Not really." Rachel adds.

"Gross…"

"You one to talk. You and Britt can't spend one day without fucking each other." Quinn states.

"Don't remind me!" Santana whines.

After Rachel introduces the girls to everybody, they start talking casually as they are waiting for Rachel's producer and Santana announces to them her plans to go back to business.

The big problem of Santana's career as a singer is that she was never good to comply. She's a rebel by nature. But now she is so much more mature and ready to start over.

"I'm really happy, but did you think about what I told you? You know, I would love to have you as my producer."

"Oh no… you're mine."

They hear a voice behind them.

"Of course." Rachel nods playfully.

"Don't you forget it." He teases her.

"Girls, this is Brian my producer." Rachel introduces him.

Brian is a forty one years old man, he is not remarkable when is about his appearance. With his career is totally different, he is one of the best producers in this business.

He heard that Rachel Berry, Broadway star, wanted to start a career as a singer. He immediately knew he wanted her. Likewise, Rachel got very excited to know that one of the best producers wanted her. But then she thought: she was Rachel Berry, Broadway Royalty, on her way to win a tony, who wouldn't want her.

"Humble much?"

"Oh come on Kurt, I was Diva before…"

"Should I challenge you again to cool you down?"

"Those bastards! Just so you know, I memorized the face of every person that didn't vote on me…"

And she wasn't kidding.

"Brian this is Quinn and Santana, as you know they are one of my best friends, we know each other since high school."

Quinn frowns a little with Rachel's introduction.

"Actually, I'm your girlfriend Rach." Quinn interjects.

"Really?" Brian rakes her over, head to feet. "When that happened?"

"Recently." Rachel answers.

"Well, congratulations."

"Thanks" Quinn says and then she and Santana look at each other.

The blonde can't shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something about the man disturbs her.

"Let's get to work!" Brian shouts.

"Just so you know, the girls will stay with us, who knows San? Maybe you enjoy the production stuff." Rachel says suggestively.

"Who knows Berry…"

Santana already knew the man. Sure, he is a very renowned producer, but the few times she was in the same room with the man, mostly because of Rachel's concerts, she knew for sure she wouldn't like him.

What most disturbed her wasn't that he didn't like that Rachel wanted her as her producer, she knows people in this business are egomaniacs and full of themselves. No, what disturbed her the most was how the man looked at Quinn.

Her third eye is itching and she can't shake this odd feeling off. But Rachel's voice brings her out of her thoughts.

"Okay I'm ready!"

The day was incredible; the girls really had fun together.

Quinn even remembered the time she and Rachel worked together in that I Feel Pretty/Unpretty mash up. Although, back then she was so cold, Rachel invited her to work at her house but she refused, they rehearsed on the auditorium. So much has changed.

When they came back home, they immediately jumped at each other bones.

"Oh my God… we can't stay away from each other can we?"

"No…" Rachel giggles.

"Rach?"

"Mmm…"

"Do you like your producer?"

"Yes, why?"

"I don't know… just asking…"

"Well, he is very good, look my career. I mean, when I heard that he wanted to work with me I got very excited; look where I got baby, two Grammys."

"Hey, that was you, with or without him; you would've done it… You got that?"

"Yes…"

"Good… because you didn't need him and you don't need him."

"What's wrong baby, you seem upset."

"It's nothing."

"Come on; tell me."

"It's just that. I don't know, maybe it's just my impression but I think he didn't like me."

"That's nonsense; besides he barely knows you. When he does, he will see the amazing woman you are."

"If you're saying."

"Yeah, but now shut up and show me the abs."

Quinn giggles and lifts her shirt up as Rachel licks her lips.

"Oh yeah baby…"

Rachel leans her head down and starts licking her girlfriend's toned abs. Quinn moans, looks down, grabs that silk, luxurious hair and starts running her fingers through it.

"Baby?"

"Mmm?"

"I think I have a fetish for your hair."

Rachel laughs at that.

"Well, I have a fetish for your abs." She admits casually. "So, why don't you keep doing this while I keep licking and kissing this glorious abs of yours?"

"As you wish."

And she keeps licking and kissing that toned abs until her mouth decides to go to south, to claim her territory. And Quinn is more than willing to hand over her precious treasure to her girlfriend. Yeah, they are definitely not tired of sex.