A/N: Faberry fan 09, well, what can I say? You kinda inspired me and I just feel like writing and writing, but this one totally slows down for you. Kidding, haha :D I was updating my other stories and taking SAT aboard :( (((((( And definitely Mr. and Mrs. Smith too, haha. I love that. And I believe there is a fanfiction called Mrs&Mrs Fabray here. You can check it out, very interesting.
RachelBarbraBerry, yep, I am glad too. It's perfect time to show that Quinn is a great family material! Totally whipped :)
"QUINN!"
A pitch-perfected cry shattered the room full of low hiss and panting, and the body ached from pervious movement fell back on the mattress exhaustingly.
The sun shone through the window and spread on the cluttered, white sheet in the bedroom permeating the smell of afternoon sex.
The sun-kissed skin was covered by a thin layer of sweat. One hand covered idly on the eyes, the other ran lazily through the thick blonde mane. Although toned stomach was still wet from the previous activity and twisting spasm almost imperceptibly, the corner of the brunette's lips curved up into a satisfied smile.
The blonde-hair woman wore a goofy grin and giggled uncontrollably while she was still trying to catch her breath.
She popped up her ankle and rested her head on her hand and used the other hand to circle small comforting circles on the sparkling abdomen.
"God, you are so perfect." She took in the angelic brunette lying next to her.
She eventually just had to give in her desire to feel connect to the olive-skin beauty besides her. To mark her, to claim her, to worship her, and to love her.
She pecked her abdomen over and over again and used her lips to lick every drop of their mixed liquor clean. Merely the thought made her twitch again. They tasted so good together. The dark-skinned angel turned her into a monster in bed. She just couldn't get enough of her.
"We cannot stay in the bedroom forever, Quinn." The angel coddled the blonde lion who was currently licking her lips, as if she was hungry with a smile.
"Why not?" The lion pouted like a 5-year-old brat.
"We need to feed." The angel reasoned patiently.
"You are feeding me just fine." The lion smirked mischievously and tried to sneak her hands and mouth all over the angel.
Rachel chortled but pushed the blonde head and her roaming hands away from her.
"Not you, silly. Our daughter, Lucy."
"God, I hate that brat." The lion frustratingly rolled over to lie flatly on her back next to the angel.
"That made two of you, and don't call our kid a brat." The angel smacked playfully on the arm of the lion.
"I miss the baby Lucy. You know, you can feed her with one breast and feed me with the other." The lion kept a straight face.
"Quinn!" Rachel shot up to a sitting position and, for a second, Quinn thought she was going to push her out of the bed. God, seeing the fire in Rachel's eyes, Quinn was more turned on than intimidated by the angry diva.
"Okay, okay. Rachel Barbra Berry?"
"Eh?"
"Would you do me the honor of having a dinner with me today?"
"With Lucy."
"I was hoping you could forget her."
"Quinn!"
"Relax, I am kidding. Of course with Lucy."
"So?"
"Yes, it would be lovely." Rachel answered in a dramatic tone.
"Well, I was actually suggesting that we still have a few hours before we go out, so…"
"Quinn Fabray, you are insufferable."
"I am pretty sure you confuse the meaning of insufferable with irresistible."
"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me already."
*FLASHBACK*
Quinn was awake, but she kept her eyes shut and played her dream over and over again: she had first and the best date with a chestnut hair beauty with a big heart, spellbinding voice, smoking-hot legs, and spectacular brown eyes.
"Good morning." An angelic voice was greeting her, and the same sweet voice told her that last night was not a dream.
When Quinn opened her eyes, she instantly got lost in two pools of chocolate warm. Quinn smiled back and murmured.
"The best morning ever."
"You are still here."
"This is my room. Where else can I be?"
"You can send me back to my apartment."
"That was mean, and I love watching you sleep. You are really cute when you were asleep."
"Speak for yourself."
"It was so embarrassed. I passed out on our first date."
"It's okay. It's great because you clearly trust me, and it also offered a great opportunity for me to bring you home." Quinn smirked. "And a host of tenable grounds to strip you for pajama."
"You are an ass! That's official!"
"I promise I will be a good ass."
"Quinn, there is no such a thing as a good ass. An ass is an ass."
"Speaking of ass…"
A loud sound of something crashed. Second later, a topless muscular boy rushed into the bedroom. "How was your date last night, Q?"
Rachel and Quinn jumped apart.
"Look like someone got lucky last night after the date." This time, Rachel noticed the boy had a Mohawk.
"Hey, I am…"
"Rachel Barbra Berry."
"How… how did you know? I am not that famous. Do you love Broadway?" The little diva grinned like mad, as if she was ready to sign her autograph to him.
"Hell, no. No offence, but it would be a miracle if I show up in the theater and watch a show without falling asleep halfway thru." The Mohawk boy shook his head and smirked. "But I still believe I can keep awake a little bit longer than Quinn." He was apparently oblivious to the blonde's objection.
"Okay. None taken." The diva laughed. "Come on, Quinn. We both know you were trying to get into my pants, so you stayed and watched my show for the first time in your life."
The blonde was going to defend herself, but the boy cut her by high-fiving with the diva who was grinning.
"Actually, Quinn made me watch all Broadway classics, from Funny girl to Wicked. She started to go nuts when she saw you on the stage the other night and started to make flesh card to recite your information. Pure perv and stalker."
"I am not." Quinn was beyond embarrassed.
"That was cute and sweet, Quinn. I am flattered. It's very endearing that you use flesh card even when you are out of the school. I still use them when I get into a new cast group for everyone's name, you know." The diva smiled fanatically at the blonde.
"Nice to meet you, Berry." The boy shook her hand and winked. "I am Puck, Noah Puckerman, by the way. Add that to your flashcard, please."
"You can go now, Puck." The blonde stood up and guested the boy to the door.
"Nice to meet you, Noah. You have a really beautiful name." The diva smiled warmly, like a grownup talking to a naughty boy.
"You too, hottie Jew. Just remember when the little needy head couldn't satisfy you, feel free to have a fast pass to Puckasaurus." The boy instantly put up a little-too-creep-for-Rachel's-taste smirk and flexed her muscle on his arms.
"You mean your estrogen?" Quinn sneered.
"What does that mean?" The boy was annoyed and confused, but he was sure that that wasn't any cool word because both Rachel and Quinn laughed out loud.
"Hey, graduating from music weirdo school, Juilliard, and intellectual psycho concentration camp, Yale, does not give you the reason to use some Greek words!"
Quinn raised her hands in the air.
"Wow, you are kinda freaking me out. You know me so well that I wasn't sure the Internet was that developed." Rachel was looking between the boy and the blonde.
"Told you Q was a pro stalker."
"You'd better leave before I kick your ass."
"Kinky, I knew it. Sorry I don't do my roommate." Puck was heading out of the room. Just as he was about to close the door, he turned back and mouthed to Rachel. "Fast past!"
"Puck is an ass."
"He seems interesting. You guys are like Joey and Chandler."
"Wow, I thought only Ross ended up with Rachel."
"But I love those two better. Joey is really handsome and sexy, and Chandler is my favorite male character in the show. He is funny and loyal. He will be a great husband and father."
"Okay… But just FYI, I am totally functional and I can get you pregnant."
"You know you are an ass under a nerd cover, right?"
"Humm, it doesn't matter, as long as you like it."
"How did you guys become roommates?"
"Internship."
"And so you end up working together and sharing a room?"
"Kinda like that. We turned out to be from the same town in Texas and we just finished our evaluation for our intern."
"FLASHBACK ENDS"
Quinn woke up first after their marathon love making.
She smiled when she took in the sleeping beauty, who was too peaceful to be true. Ever since their first date, Quinn formed a habit of watching the brunette sleep. She had to admit that she was kinda creepy, but she just simply couldn't help it. Every time she saw her, she wanted to bite down on her pouter lips and love her. Most importantly, she wanted to make sure she wasn't troubled by any nightmare.
She traced her eyes along the gorgeous torso until she caught something made her blood spoil. Rachel was really a person who was touchy-feely, and she was the first person Quinn had ever allowed to be so close to her, emotionally and physically. Rachel loved to cuddle all the time. As a result, she clung tightly to Quinn and passed out in her arms after their frenetic coupling. Not until Rachel unconsciously draped one leg around Quinn's waist, and gave Quinn a splendid view of their jointed lower bodies, did Quinn realized that she was still inside the brunette. The friction made by Rachel's movement was too much for Quinn to handle, and instantly she was stirred back to life, so Quinn subconsciously started to thrust into that hot channel like a second instinct. Rachel was always so tight and so wet, even after giving a birth to their daughter.
Rachel frowned a little in her deep sleep but moaned and responded to Quinn's movement by wrapping all four of her limbs around Quinn to give her more assets.
Quinn was now hovering above the sleeping beauty, who was writhing beneath her. She could never get enough of this scene.
Quinn buried her face into the crook of her wife's neck and suck on her pulse point. One hand was massaging her breast, while the other was pushed down firmly on her clit. Not until her back began to hurt from stretch marks, did she realize her wife was engaged into her movement as well. Pushing up to meet her halfway in the synchronous rhythm with Quinn, Rachel was panting and screaming her name over and over again.
"OMG, Quinn." Rachel was purring, which urged Quinn to move faster and harder. "What time is it?"
"Just enough time for one round, if we take shower together." Quinn winked and pushed harder and sent the brunette beneath her over the edge.