Author's Note: I didn't want to leave you guys hanging between the end of the last chapter and this one (I have a feeling y'all might have killed me if I did anyway) but I did want to divide the scenes up, I thought the first kiss deserved it's own chapter as did what comes next. I hope that you don't mind me posting two chapters in one night. :)
Chapter 6
Neither of them said a word during the elevator ride up, they both just stood there clinging to each other's hand and staring at the board of numbers that lit up with each passing floor. Quinn silently willed it to go faster and she suspected that Rachel was doing the same thing. Her entire body was buzzing with anticipation. Her lips still tingled with the memory of Rachel's kiss. She could still feel the ghost of fingers against her cheek, the solid warmth of a hand against her back, the heat of Rachel's body pressed flush against her own.
She couldn't wait for the moment that she would get to see all of Rachel, when she would be able to touch her and taste her. Just the thought of it had her heart was pounding so hard in her chest it was echoing in her ears and her breath coming in short, quick gasps from lungs that felt like they were being constricted by a band wrapped tightly around them.
The elevator lurched slightly and let out a muted, mechanic ding. Rachel tugged on her hand and was leading her out into the hallway before the doors had even finished opening. Quinn actually knocked her elbow into the edge of the door but she barely even felt the impact as she followed Rachel down the hallway and to a stop in front of door number 615.
She leaned against the doorjamb as Rachel dug into her pocket, attempting to fish out her key. It took every effort that Quinn had not to push Rachel against the door and kiss her senseless. Her hand literally ached in their desire to touch Rachel but she refrained, reluctantly aware of the fact that the longer they spent out here, the longer it would be before she could get Rachel naked and beneath her.
After what seemedl like an eternity Rachel pulled the key from her pocket and thrust it into the lock. With a faint click and a turn of the knob the door swung open and the two of them stumbled into darkness. Quinn blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the inky blackness that surrounded them and then gave up in her efforts as Rachel led them expertly through the shadows without running either of them into anything.
From what she assumed was the living room they emerged into a dimly lit bedroom. A bedside table cast a halo of yellow light around the bed and ambient light from outside cast abstract shadows along the walls. It wasn't much but it was just enough to work with. When they reached the foot of the bed Quinn tugged on the hand leading her, causing Rachel to pause and spin around. As soon as she had Quinn extracted her hand from Rachel's and gripped the other woman by the waist, pulling her in as she stepped forward and dipped her head. Rachel's arms snaked up around Quinn's neck as she tilted her head up, meeting Quinn's kiss with eagerly parted lips.
"Mmmmm," Quinn hummed on contact and pulled Rachel tight against her. She felt, more than heard Rachel's hum in reply as fingers pressed lightly against the nape of her neck and then slid up to tangle in her hair.
She let her hands drift down from Rachel's waist to the tops of her thighs and after a faint murmer of encouragement she slid them around to palm the other woman's bottom. Rachel groaned softly at the contact and Quinn heavied her touch, pressing her hands against the jean clad flesh and squeezing gently.
"Mmm, Quinn..." Rachel breathed as she broke this kiss to suck in a few ragged breaths and then began pressing kisses along the column of Quinn's throat. Quinn shivered at the feel of warm breath ghosting against her skin and the light scrape of teeth against her collarbone.
"Rach..." Her head lolled back as lips sucked gently against the pulse point at the base of her neck and she slid her hands up Rachel's back, beneath the material of her t-shirt and moaned at the feeling of warm, silky flesh beneath her fingertips. When she reached the band of the other woman's bra she stopped her exporations and pulled her hands from beneath Rachel's shirt. There were too many layers between them, too much restrictive fabric. She tugged at the hem of Rachel's shirt, guiding it up her torso and over her head, their contact broken only long enough for her to pull the shirt up over the other woman's head and then she was bringing their lips crashing back together as she reached for the waistband of Rachel's jeans. She had the top button popped open and was working on the second one when she felt Rachel's fingers tugging on the buttons of her blouse. She stepped away and tugged at her own shirt, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it unceremoniously aside.
In the time it had taken her to pull her shirt off, Rachel had rid herself of her jeans and was now standing in front of her clad in only a lacy green bra and a pair of matching green panties, neither of which left anything to the imagination. Even in the dim light of the bedside lamp Quinn could see her dusky brown nipples and the dark wet patch between her legs. Under Quinn's watchful eyes Rachel grinned and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra and let the garmet fall to the floor.
"Holy...fuck...Rach..."Quinn stammered when she could pry her tongue from the roof of her suddenly dry mouth.
With Quinn still watching, Rachel shimmied out of her panties and kicked them aside.
"So beautiful," Quinn murmured, the words coming out low and raspy.
Rachel was distracted from answering however, as her own eyes were busy roaming up and down Quinn's body. The intensity of her gaze had Quinn's mouth going dry once again
They reached for each other at the same time, Quinn curving her hands around Rachel's hips as Rachel tugged at the waistband of her pants. In one smooth motion she had them pooling around Quinn's ankles, leaving her completely exposed to Rachel's eyes and the cool bedroom air, as her panties had snagged in the material and fallen with her pants.
She watched Rachel's gaze track down her body, lingering on the apex between her thighs and it was hard not to squirm slightly under the intense scrutiny, especially when she saw the other woman lick her lips. At the appearance of Rachel's tongue gliding along her lips Quinn's knees went weak with a wave of arousal.
Using her grip on Rachel's waist she guided the other woman backwards and onto the bed, following on hands and knees as Rachel slid up towards the headboard until she was lying with her head on the pillows and Quinn was hovering above her.
Their eyes met in the darkness and for a moment Quinn hung there, suspended above her, muscles quivering with the desire to bring their bodies together until finally Rachel reached up and wrapped her arms around Quinn's torso, pulling her down onto her as their lips crashed together.
The both moaned at the contact, at that first feeling of skin gliding against skin. Quinn's eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the pleasure of it as their stomachs, their hips, their thighs, their centers slid together.
She flicked her tongue into Rachel's mouth, coaxing the other woman into a deep, languid kiss as their bodies began to move together, slowly rocking against each other in a deep, rythmic roll.
Rachel's hands were everywhere, sifting through her hair, pressing against her shoulder blades, sliding down her sides, gripping at her hips, it was if she wanted to touch Quinn everywhere at once and the sensation left her breathless. Her head spun and her pulse pounded and a fire ignited deep in her belly and she tried to pour every ounce of what she was feeling into her kisses, into her caresses.
She sucked Rachel's tongue into her mouth and stroked her own along it and raked her fingers down the other girls side before sliding her hand up and palming her breast. She sucked on Rachel's earlobe and scraped her teeth along her collarbone and laved her tongue around the hollow at the base of her neck and she moaned at the taste of the other woman's skin on her lips, at softness beneath her fingertips as she trailed her hands along twitching, quivering muscles, at the way Rachel's arousal coated her thigh and how she nipped on Quinn's bottom lip before soothing it with a gentle swipe of her tongue.
She was breathless, panting. They both were. Their kiss became sloppy, more an exchange of air, breathing into each other than anything else.
It was overwhelming. Quinn was overwhelmed by the myriad of feelings, of sensations, it was all too much and also it wasn't nearly enough. Her body was heated, was buzzing and she thought she might explode, or implode from the sheer force of it yet she craved more, she thrust her hips up harder into Rachel's, she pressed her fingers more firmly into skin, she sealed their lips together in another air-stealing kiss.
She was dizzy, lightheaded and on fire. Her body pleaded for more. She pressed herself down against Rachel, pinning the other woman to the mattress as she ground against the her thigh, sliding slickly against hard muscle and smooth skin. Rachel clung tighter to her, hands gripping at the tops of her thighs, nails digging in as she thrust back upwards, finding her own friction as well.
She was close. So very close. And from the gentle whine issuing from Rachel's throat with each roll of their hips, she knew that the other woman was as well.
She pulled her mouth away, opened it to plead for Rachel to be inside but got out nothing more than a raspy, broken, "Rachel..." before her vocal cords seized and all that remained was a wordless, breathless wheeze.
Quinn's head fell forward, coming to rest in the crook of Rachel's neck as she slid a hand down Rachel's side and between her legs, cupping the other woman's center, feeling the heat of it against the palm of her hand as her wetness pooled against her skin.
"Fuck, Rach," she gasped as she grazed a finger along her opening, slipping and sliding in the abundence of wetness she found there.
She felt nails dig into her thighs and Rachel bit down on her shoulder, hard, as a muffled groan left her throat.
"Please. Quinn."
But there was no need for pleading because Quinn wanted to be inside, her fingers were itching for it. She slid one finger in up to the second knuckle and felt a flood of wetness between her own legs at the way Rachel's walls tightened and twitched around her, pulling her in deeper.
"Oh, my God." Rachel's heels dug into the mattress and her grip on Quinn's thighs tightened as she thrust her hips up into the touch. "Quinn.. God...More..."
Quinn pulled out and positioned a second finger before thrusting back in.
"Oh, Quinn. Ughhh," Rachel let out a groan and bit down on her shoulder once again. Quinn barely even registered the bite of teeth against her skin as she curled her fingers and panted into Rachel's neck.
"You feel amazing," she murmured against fevered skin. "Fuck, Rach. I want to stay inside you forever."
"That...could...be arranged," Rachel panted and Quinn chuckled at her words.
Her chuckle broke off into a strangled yell, however, as two of Rachel's fingers found their way inside her. She felt her walls stretch to accomodate the intrusion and moaned at how full it made her feel. Her hips strained to move, to thrust out a rythmn that would bring her release but she forced herself to remain still for a moment, to revel in the feeling of Rachel's fingers tucked inside her.
When she couldn't take it anymore she sighed deeply and rolled her hips. Below her, Rachel matched her downward thrust with an upward one, hand and hips rocking upwards. Quickly they developed a rhythmn, one that just as quickly became frantic, uncontrolled as they both edged closer and closer towards release.
In the last moment Quinn pulled back, propping herself up on her elbow as she was overcome with the desire to look into Rachel's eyes and watch her come. Rachel's eyelids fluttered opened when she felt the shift. Their eyes met and held and with one final thrust they both came undone.