Jaely Thank you. That was probably my favourite scene to write (and there will probably be a ton more in this story), so I'm glad you enjoyed it.

LaurenKnight13 Thank you. I'm glad that you liked it and I hope that you continue to enjoy the story.

SuperGleek18 Thank you. I love me some faberry cuddles as well. And that scene was so much fun to write. As for where they go from here, well you'll just have to read on to find out :) But even though they've had a lot of their "firsts" there's still a lot for them to figure out as their relationship moves forward. And, there will be some reactions soon, but not this chapter.

FaberryOTP Thank you. It's my favourite chapter too. Was so fun to write.

LSpatz: Thank you. Your comment made me smile. :) And p.s., yes I do have a twitter. I'm quickaszoe. I don't use it much but if you're on and you follow me, I'll follow you.

gllover22 Thank you. I'm glad that you enjoyed the conversation. I had a pretty clear idea of their individual paths to get where they are and I know a lot of people were probably expecting one or both of them to admit to having feelings in high school but I didn't really want to go that route, so I'm glad you approve of this one. :) Again, thank you.

Chapter 8

Quinn woke up cold and alone. She didn't even have to open her eyes to know that the bed beside her was empty, not only couldn't she hear the steady in and out of Rachel breathing she also didn't feel the heat that fairly radiated from the smaller woman's body. She reached blindly for the covers, casting around until she caught the edge of something, a comforter or blanket she didn't know and pulled it up over her shivering frame and slowly pried her eyes open, letting them adjust gradually to the light that was now pouring into the room via uncovered windows as she took stock of how she was feeling. Her throat was dry and her mouth felt a little cottony and there was a dull pounding in her head, nothing that a glass of water and an apsrin couldn't cure. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten too drunk last night, she and Rachel had had a few at the bar but nothing excessive and then they'd gone out for food after so there was no hangover this morning. A bit of fatigue from the late hour and little sleep but she'd survived on worse.

Even though her body was telling her to close her eyes and go back to sleep, her curiosity was poking at her to go see where Rachel was. She couldn't hear sounds coming from anywhere within the apartment, no water running to indicate she was in the shower, no smells coming from the kitchen.

With a groan she sat up and ran her finger through her hair, pushing some unruly strands out of her face as best she could and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Before she could actually slide from the bed however, Rachel appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, you're awake." Rachel paused in her steps and leaned against the doorjamb a soft smile playing across her lips as she blatantly let her eyes wander over the sight before her.

Quinn resisted the urge to pull the blanket up to cover her chest and tried not to blush under the obviously appreciative gaze. Even with all of the strides she had taken in accepting herself and becoming at home in her own body she still had a few insecurities about how she looked, namely the stretch marks that while faint still marred her abdomen and the rough patchwork of scars on her legs, back and sides, both from the accident and the subsequent surgeries to put her back together after.

She knew that Rachel had seen it all already. Even before they'd made love last night, or this morning or however they chose to classify it, there had been pool parties and sleep overs and changing in front of each other during competitions. They'd both seen each other in various stages of undress over their years in glee club together and the stretch marks, the scars, they were nothing new and Quinn knew that Rachel wouldn't judge her for them but she still felt the urge to try and hide them.

She distracted herself from her discomfort by returning Rachel's slightly leering stare, taking in the short, skimpy that barely covered the tops of her thighs and gaped open in the front, offering a very generous view of her cleavage. That, combined with sleep tossled hair and that sexy smile on her face made for a very, very pleasing image to wak up to.

"Morning," Quinn said, wincing at how raspy and rough her voice sounded, though it only seemed to make Rachel's smile grow wider.

Rachel pushed herself off the doorjamb and crossed the room towards her, circling around the foot of the bed to come stand beside it. Quinn swung her legs around and slid to the edge. She reached up and tugged at the belt of Rachel's robe, pulling the other woman to come stand between her thighs and tilted her head up for a kiss.

"Morning," Rachel whispered against her lips before falling into the kiss.

"Did you get up to brush?" Quinn asked when they pulled apart. She licked her lips against the taste of cinnamint and stared incredously up at Rachel. "That's...no, that's not acceptable."

"You have a problem with proper oral hygiene?" Rachel asked. "I thought you'd appreciate a kiss that tasted fresh and minty as opposed to one that was all morning-breathy."

Quinn couldn't help but laugh lightly. "No, I don't have a problem with proper oral hygiene," she said, tugging at the knot on Rachel's belt until it unraveled. "Except in the cases in which it interferes with me waking up next to you."

Rachel's breath hitched as Quinn slid her hands inside her robe, thumbs stroking along the sides of Rachel's stomach as she gripped her waist.

"Oh," she let out a shuddery breath as she looped her arms around Quinn's neck and cradled the back of her head. "Noted. Though, for the record, no, I didn't get up just to brush. I got up to make us some coffee and something for breakfast and decided to brush, since I was already up."

"Mmm, I dunno Rach," Quinn hummed as she slid her hands up Rachel's sides to come to rest on her ribcage, just below her breasts. "That's very sweet," she continued, brushing her lips against Rachel's. "But, I'm still not sure it's a good enough reason to leave me alone in your bed first thing in the morning."

It wasn't really that big of a deal, it's not like she thought Rachel had slipped out on her or anything like that she had just been looking forward to waking up with Rachel in her arms.

Rachel's hands slid up into her hair and her fingers raked gently against Quinn's scalp. "I'm sorry, Quinn. But you were sleeping so soundly when I woke up, I thought that I'd be able to slip in and out without you noticing."

"All right, I'll let it slide. But just this once," Quinn warned, nipping at Rachel's lower lip.

Rachel didn't reply. Instead she groaned softly as Quinn soothed the gentle bite with her tongue and then slipped past Rachel's lips into her mouth. Quinn felt the hands tangled in her hair tighten slightly as Rachel's body surged forward, closing the distance between them. She moaned at the feeling of Rachel pressed up against her, at the slick heat against her abdomen and the sensation of soft, silky skin against her own.

"Fuck...Rach, you feel amazing," she gasped into the other woman's mouth as she slid her hands down Rachel's sides to grip her hips, her upper thighs as she eased back on the bed and urged Rachel to slide forward with her. She released an unsteady breath as Rachel settled in her lap, knees straddling either side of Quinn. Her hands drifted up and down Rachel's thighs, nails raking lightly against soft, warm skin and fingers tracing the contours of supple, shifting muscles as she followed the lines of her leg, across her hip and down to cup a firm, rounded ass. She kneaded gently and Rachel gasped and ground her hips down against Quinn's lap.

"Uh...Quinn..."Rachel whined softly in the back of her throat and deepened their kiss, her tongue thrusting into Quinn's mouth and swirling along the roof before stroking across her own.

Quinn sucked on Rachel's tongue, illiciting a moan and fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head in place. As if she had any intention of leaving Rachel's amazing mouth. She kept one hand on Rachel's ass, palming it firmly as the other slid up Rachel's back, fingers following the ridges of her spine up and across her shoulder blades then back down her sides, tracing the line of her ribs.

She could feel Rachel's wetness pooling against her abdomen and it only served to stoke the fire that had been steadily burning in the pit of her stomach from the moment Rachel walked into the room. She felt fevered, heated from the inside out as if she could combust at any moment and with every roll of Rachel's hips, with every stroke of her tongue, with every panted breath the feeling only intensified.

"You feel so good, Rach," she murmured as she cupped the curve of Rachel's hip with one hand, guiding her rolling motion and pushing a little more force into it. "So, fucking good," she continued as her other hand slid up to cup Rachel's breast, her fingers kneading the skin before she pressed her thumb against the hardened bud of her nipple.

Rachel mewled softly and arched into Quinn's touch. "Please," she panted, her head dropping forward to rest in the crook of Quinn's neck. "Quinn," she whined and scraped her teeth against the her collarbone.

Quinn flicked Rachel's nipple once again with her thumb and then rolled it between her fingers, tugging on it slightly and pinching it lightly.

"Fuck...Oh..." Rachel's voice dropped to it's lowest register and Quinn felt it as a surge of heat through her body and a gush of wetness between her legs.

She pinched Rachel's nipple again and got the same response. And a correspsonding flood against her thigh.

The hands tangled in her hair pushed lightly against her head and it didn't take but a moment for Quinn to get the hint. She craned her neck and flicked her tongue across Rachel's nipple, earning her a loud, low moan and a hoarse, barely audible "Quinn."

She blew lightly against the sensitive nub and then closed her lips around it, sucking gently. They both moaned at the sensation and Quinn's lips parted, taking more of Rachel into her mouth as she swirled her tongue over the nipple.

The sounds Rachel made, the way she tugged on Quinn's hair as she arched into her, the way she trembled as she held herself on her knees above her, it was enough to make Quinn feel like she was on fire.

She slid the hand that was cupping Rachel's breast down to her waist and the other around to support her back and gently eased the other woman down onto the bed, settiling her on her back against the mattress as she hovered over her, all without releasing her mouth from Rachel's breast.

When she did pull her mouth away, Rachel released a faint whine of protest but that quickly turned into a moan as Quinn began pressing hot, fevered kisses down Rachel's torso and across her abdomen. The hands which had at first been tugging her back up began urging her to continue down when she realized the destination Quinn had in mind.

Quinn swirled her tongue along the ridgid muscles of Rachel's stomach, traced the contours of her abs and felt them quiver beneath her lips.

"I can't wait to taste you," she husked against the top of Rachel's thigh as she nipped against the sensitive skin. Her mouth watered at the prospect as the scent of Rachel's arousal overwhelmed her nostrils.

"Please, Quinn." Rachel's hands pushed firmly against her head, urging her those last few centimeters down until Quinn's face was nestled between her legs.

"Aww. fuck, Rach..." she husked as she inhaled deeply. Rachel shivered at the sensation of Quinn's warm breath washing across her and her hips jumped, thrusting her center right into Quinn's face. Quinn surged forward eagerly, her tongue coming out to lap up Rachel's center, both of them moaning at the contact.

Quinn hummed at the taste and brought her hands up to grip Rachel's thighs, parting them further and holding her in place as she thrust her tongue out, pushing as deep inside Rachel as she could and flicking it against her inner walls.

Rachel bucked against her hold, moaning deeply and panting out wordless cries but Quinn held on tight, not losing her place as she alternated deep thrusts with shallow licks.

Rachel's fingers tightened in her hair, gripping almost painfully and her thighs pressed like a vice against Quinn's head but neither of those things deterred her from the feel of Rachel's walls fluttering against her tongue or the hard throb of her clit when she flicked against it or the salty sweetness coating her tastebuds as she worked the other woman close and closer to the edge.

"God, Quinn...Fuck..I'm..." Rachel didn't finish her sentence, the likely warning that she was close, her words dropped off into a wordless yell as her entire body went rigid and arched up off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress and her back bowing into the air.

Quinn gripped tightly, holding Rachel slightly suspended above the mattress as she felt her walls clench around her tongue and then quiver rapidly as tremors rippled through her body. She moaned at the feeling and did her best to catch every drop of liquid that Rachel's body expelled until finally, Rachel sank, spent, into the mattresss and Quinn eased out slowly.

She pulled herself up the mattress and flopped down beside a lightly wheezing Rachel. She turned her head and let her eyes play over Rachel's body taking in the sheen of sweat on her skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest and light flush that dotted her chest and neck and was unable to keep a slight smile off her face as she watched the other woman try and pull herself together.

"Oh, don't look so smug."

Quinn's gaze snapped up to Rachel's face and she saw that her eyes were still closed.

"How would you know whether or not I look smug?" she asked as she tried to school her face into an impassive expression should Rachel open her eyes. But try as she might she couldn't quite keep her lips from quirking up.

"Because I know you. And I know you're feeling pretty damn proud of yourself right now but you know what, just because you gave me one of the most intense orgasms in my entire life is no reason to smirk at me like that."

One of the most intense orgasms of her life? Quinn didn't know if Rachel was being serious or not but she chose to believe her words.

"I'm not smirking at you, I promise."

Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she shot up with surprising speed for someone who had been wiped a moment earlier. The next thing she knew, Quinn was flat on her back with Rachel hovering over her.

"You're a liar," Rachel hissed, leaning down so her lips were a breath away from Quinn's. "But you know what? I'm going to wipe that smirk right off your face."

"Oh yeah?" Quinn arched an eyebrow and tilted her chin up in challenge. It was struggle to keep her lips from turning up into a broad grin, or to surge up and close the minute distance between their mouths. Every nerve ending in her body stood at attention, quivering in anticipation for that moment when their mouths would meet and Rachel's body would come crashing down to meet hers.

"Mmmhmmm."

Rachel hung over her for a moment of longer, her breath washing across Quinn's skin and her lips so tantilizingly close.

"God, Rach, don't tease," Quinn pleaded, arching her body up against the one above her. "I need you...so bad," she moaned. Touching Rachel, kissing Rachel, watching and hearing her come, it had Quinn primed and ready.

The ache between her legs was a constant, steady throb. She could feel her wetness spreading out across her thighs. She needed Rachel to be inside her right now.

"Tell me what you need."

Quinn struggled to focus on the words and on forming her response.

"Inside."

She felt Rachel's hand drift from her shoulder down her side, sliding along the curve of her breast and down, across her ribs and the curve of her hips and coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.

"Inside?" She asked, her lips ghosting against Quinn's.

"Yeah."

A knock on the door of the apartment echoed loudly through the room and both of them jumped at the sudden intrusion.

"Rachel," Quinn whined, spreading her legs a little wider and arching her hips up. Rachel's attention snapped back to her when her fingers slipped, sliding easily through Quinn's wetness towards her entrance.

Another knock sounded, this one louder and more insistant.

Quinn let out a growl and Rachel uttered a curse.

A moment later Rachel's cell phone started ringing from somewhere to the left of the bed.

"That better not be what's her name, that girl you've been hooking up with."

Rachel shook her head rapidly. "No. It's not her." She bit her bottom lip and brought her gaze up to meet Quinn's gaze. "It's Santana."