A/N: 0/0 well let's just say, enjoy.

Brittany was exhausted from the all out small war they just had. Her hands were numb from the machine gun she used and her head pounded from all the loud noise. But with Quinn currently rubbing her temples from behind her, she slowly calmed down.

Quinn began to get this urge though. It wasn't an urge to fight or shoot a gun, no it was a different urge. Brittany wasn't helping any with her hands constantly rubbing the pink haired girls thighs.

"Brittany, lay on your back," she ordered softly. The blonde moved and got on her back, Quinn quickly laying next to her. She splayed an arm around her stomach and pulled her close.

They both stayed like that for at least an hour till Brittany turned her head, her nose brushing against Quinn's.

"Lucy?"

Quinn's heart thudded in her chest.

"Yeah B?"

Brittany didn't say anything as she turned onto her side, making Quinn lay back, and laying her head on her chest. She could hear the punk girls heart thudding in her chest. Reaching a hand up, she slowly ran it over the top of Quinn's black tank top. She felt her toned stomach, making the pink haired girl relax some. Brittany slowly slid her left thigh in between Quinn's legs and continued to just rub the other girls stomach and side, sometimes letting her finger tips brush the bottom of Quinn's braless breasts.

She pressed her body into Quinn's as mush as she could, her thigh firmly pressed into Quinn's heated core. Quinn wanted so much to kiss her friend but she let Brittany be in charge. But as slow as she was being, Brittany knew she was driving Quinn crazy. So her hand rubbed up between the valley of Quinn's breasts and back down over her stomach, making the punk girl's breath hitch in her throat. She continued this a few times before slowly sitting up and facing the pink haired girl, moving her hand from the stomach and cupping her neck.

Quinn watched as those Blue eyes turned dark, lips brushing against hers. She gave a sigh before opening her mouth just the slightest and molding her lips with the blonde's. The kiss was firm and slowly growing into something more as Brittany opened her mouth, making Quinn do the same, and sticking her tongue out only to touch Quinn's. She closed her mouth around the tongue, giving it a suck before pulling away and leaning back in for Quinn's top lip.

They continued to kiss and nip at each others lips, all the while Brittany moved her hand down and slid it down Quinn's bare thigh, only to haul the leg up and over her hip. She was happy Quinn decided to wear boy shorts to bed and nothing else. Her body began to move slowly, her thigh rubbing up against Quinn's center. That's when her lips trailed hot wet kisses down the toned neck she admired. Brittany loved necks just as much as she loved arm pits.

Tilting her head back with a silent moan, Brittany raked her nails up Quinn's thigh, licking up the heated throat at the same time. Quinn's hands moved to grip the blonde's shirt from the back, keeping her there. She was in heaven. Brittany left a few small love bites before pulling away and pulling her t-shirt off. Quinn's hands automatically went to the free pale breasts, cupping them to get a feel. They were amazingly big, not too big but big enough to not fit in her hands.

Brittany threw her head back with a deep moan, feeling the soft skin of Quinn's palms graze her nipples as she squeezed her breasts.

"Quinn,"

This brought a smile to the pink haired girl's lips. Brittany wasn't having any of that. She leaned down to capture plump lips, letting a hand slide down between her body and Quinn's before slipping it under Quinn's red boy shorts and feeling her finger tips instantly drenched.

"Lucy, you're so naughty,"

"Don't call me that while we have sex B, it sounds too innocent," Quinn blushed, forgetting Brittany's hand being in her underwear until the blonde jerked her wrist and letting her middle finger graze between wet shaved lips. Quinn moaned softly.

"Let me do the talking unless you're screaming my name," Brittany said in a cocky tone, indicating her words with a few strokes every now and then, hitting the pink haired girls clit and making her squirm or moan.

"Oh," she gasped when a long finger slid into her tight opening, "Brittany,"

"Good girl,"