Fabraygron I'm glad you liked it.I wanted to have Quinn sweep Rachel off her feet without having to create some grand, magestic date and I thought the little things with a hint of nervous bumbling would be charming. I was hoping it would work for the characters. Yes, Rachel is quite forward. :) One of them has to be and Quinn's just not up to it. Thank you. I hope you continue to feel that way as it continues.

LaurenKnight13 Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. At the moment, Quinn's only in New York temporarily. Whether or not that remains the case will be revealed as the story unfolds.

LSpatz Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. lol. The philly cheesteak thing was just a random tidbit that popped up as I was googling vegan recipes. Glad you enjoyed it.

logan I'm glad you're enjoying the story. And don't worry, their professional lives won't cross. Just like you, I want them to have their seperate identities.

FaberryOTP Thank you. lol. Well, here's the result of those last words, I hope you enjoy.

Jaely Thank you. It was so much fun to write so I'm glad you enjoyed it.

SuperGleek18 I'm glad you liked it. I love the idea of Quinn being charming...but not quite pulling it off. I think it makes it sweet but more believable than her constanly being smooth so I'm glad you thought that it was cute, and that Rachel would fall for it.

gllover22 Thank you. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story and the moments that happen between the two of them as it unfolds (like their reactions to each other.)

southernranger1 Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I think we all wish we'd had dates like that. I know I do at least. :)

Chapter 14

The walk from Rachel's apartment to the restaurant had been pleasant, a leisurely stroll that took them about twenty minutes. The walk back to the apartment from the restaurant was done at a much faster pace and to Quinn seemed to take forever. She was no longer impressed by the steady flow of movement around her, by the lights and sounds and smells of the city that never slept. Instead she was annoyed by the delay of every crosswalk, the seemingly endless number of people they had to sidestep and the incessant honking of horns, squeeling of tires and wailing of sirens. It all annoyed her as it all seemed intent of slowing her momentum and preventing her from getting Rachel alone and naked.

"Relax, Quinn." Rachel tugged on her arm and pulled her back onto the curb and out of the way of a bicycle messenger that almost rolled over her toes. She giggled softly at the faint growl that issued from Quinn's throat. She extracted her hand from Quinn's grasp and reached out to rub soothing circles along her back. "We're almost there. Only a couple more blocks."

If she was trying to be reassuring it wasn't working, not with the way her voice dropped in pitch and her breath ghosted along Quinn's neck. And the hand stroking across the small of her back, warm through the flimsy fabric of her dress wasn't helping either.

As the light changed, Quinn sidestepped out of arms reach before starting forward.

"Quinn!" Rachel huffed impatiently and hurried to catch up, falling into step beside Quinn just before she reached the sidewalk and laid a hand once again on the small of her back.

"Rachel," she whined faintly and once again stepped away from the other woman's hand. She turned around with wide, pleading eyes only to stop in her tracks when she saw the hurt and confusion written across Rachel's face.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Her discomfort immediately forgotten she closed the distance between them and cupped Rachel's face with her hands. "I'm sorry," she repeated, gently stroking Rachel's cheeks with her thumbs. "I'm just really, really turned on right now," she admitted, feeling a faint flush of heat across her own cheeks.

Despite Rachel's very forward request she still felt a little uneasy being so blunt herself. It just wasn't how she was raised. And while she had grown by leaps and bounds in the expressing herself and asking for what she wanted department this was still, technically, their first date. She was supposed to be walking Rachel to her door and giving her a sweet goodnight kiss and then going upstairs to make love to her, not speedwalking her down the sidewalk so she could have her way with her. She'd planned tonight so carefully and she'd wanted it to be gentle and romantic and lovely. And while she couldn't deny that this was a decidely favourable turn of events, it wasn't quite what she'd envisioned.

"And, your hand and your breath against my neck..." She trailed off when she was understanding dawn in Rachel's eyes, followed by a light chuckle and a smile. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Quinn." She reached up and placed her hands over Quinn's wrists, gently pulling her hands from her face. "I'll keep my hands to myself," she said, giving her a squeeze before letting her arms drop. "Just promise me you're not going to pummel the next person who steps out in front of you."

"The next person, sure. But I'm not making any gaurantes about the person after that."

Rachel just shook her head as they started walking again.

"And you don't have to keep your hands to yourself," Quinn said sofly. "Just, maybe not my back?" She'd always been particularly sensitive there, especially her lower back.

"Okay. Where can I touch you?"

Quinn bit her lip against a moan at the words, the innocent question taking on shadier undertones in her mind.

"Sorry," Rachel breathed, belatedly realizing her unintended innuendo.

"S'okay. Um, could you...hold my hand again?"

"Of course." Rachel beamed at her as she reached out and took Quinn's hand once more, lacing their fingers together. "This is nice," she said after a few moment of walking in silence.

"What is?" Quinn glanced over and caught Rachel's eye.

"This. Walking together. Holding your hand." And suddenly the sweetness was back.

The arousal was still there, just under the surface. Quinn still couldn't wait to get Rachel back to her apartment and do unspeakable things to her but it wasn't an overwhelming, all encompassing need anymore. She was content to walk beside her at a slightly more stately pace and enjoy the fizzle of anticipation as she thought about what she might do to Rachel as soon as they passed through her apartment door.

They walked the next to blocks in a companionable silence with Rachel sqeezing her fingers or swinging their hands lightly between them as they walked. As they approached the corner of Rachel's street however, Quinn felt her breath quicken and her heart began to race. She heard the hitch in Rachel's breathing as well as they both wordlessly lengthened their strides.

It was until she was following Rachel into the front lobby that she realized that they'd forgotten to stop and pick up dessert. But as Rachel pulled her somewhat roughly into the elevator and pushed her against the back wall before the doors were even completely shut, dessert was the last thing on her mind.

She let out a moan as Rachel's body and then her mouth crashed against her, Rachel's lips finding hers with unnerringly accuracy. She groaned low in her throat and clutched at Rachel wherever she could catch a hold, hands grappling at the other woman's waist, her shoulders, the backs of her thighs, anywhere she could get a grip and pull her even tighter against her body.

The elevator came to a stop with a jerk that sent them both stumbling off their feet. Quinn caught herself and then Rachel a moment before they tumbled to the floor and steadied them as the doors slid open. Rachel grinned her thanks, turned within the circle of Quinn's arms and guided her out of the elevator by the wrists with a smile and a wave to the elderly couple waiting to board.

Quinn pressed herself tightly against Rachel's back, pressing kisses against the nape of her neck and along the bare shoulder presented to her as the other woman fumbled with her key, struggling to line it up to the lock.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Rach," she said as she nibbled along the curve of her shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be my line," Rachel rasped as she tried once again to slide the key into the lock and again missed due to her shaky hands.

Quinn huffed a laugh against the other woman's skin and grinned when she felt the shiver course through her body.

"You know, you're not helping matters any."

"I'm not trying to."

She didn't have to see Rachel to know that she was rolling her eyes at her. A moment later there was a click as the key slid into place and with a flick of her wrist Rachel had the door open. It swung open quickly and they both tumbled forward into the empty space now suddenly before them. Rachel caught herself on the back of the armchair just inside the door, although Quinn's momentum from behind had them both almost falling anyway.

"Sorry." Quinn laughed softly into the back of Rachel's neck and then rightened herself, using her hands on Rachel's hips to steady herself. Once again Rachel turned within Quinn's arms, only this time it was to face her.

"It's all right," she murmured as her arms came up to circle Quinn's neck and she lifted herself up onto her toes, just slightly to brush her lips against Quinn's in a kiss that wasn't quite as demanding but was no less fierce as the last one.

She slid her tongue across Quinn's bottom lip and then nipped lightly at it as she pulled the blonde tight against her body.

"I had a wonderful time tonight too," Rachel whispered before capturing Quinn's lips with her own. The only response Quinn was capable of at the moment was a faint murmuer of agreement as Rachel's hands tangled into her hair and her thigh pressed firmly between her legs.

"It was a perfect first date," she continued on an uneven breath before tilting her head up and kissing Quinn deeply once more.

"And you look amazing in that dress," she added before kissing her once again. "But," she breathed as she tore her mouth away from Quinn's and began placing hot, wet kisses down the side of neck. "I'd really...really...like to...take it off you now..." her words were muffled against Quinn's skin but the intent was clear when her hands began tugging at the zipper at the back.

Quinn tilted her head, giving Rachel access to the curve of her neck and along the line of her shoulder, her fingers finding their way into the soft curls she'd been imaginng running her hands through earlier. She guided the other woman's head along to her most sensitive spots, moaning lightly as Rachel nipped at her earlobe and flicked her tongue against the hollow just behind her ear.

"I have been waiting all night, to get you out of this dress," Rachel mumbled against her skin as her hands skimmed down along her back as she pulled the zipper down and then warm, nimble fingers slide across the skin of her shoulder blades as she ran her hands back up Quinn's torso and beneath the straps of her dress. But allowing Rachel to take the dress off would mean that Quinn would have to step back, breaking the contact between their bodies and in that moment, she couldn't bear the thought of not having Rachel, warm and soft and solid pressed up against her, her breasts rubbing against Quinn's, her hips canted against Quinn's thigh. It all felt too perfect to let go, even just for a moment.

"Quinn..." Rachel whined, tugging at the dress straps, inching the fabric down between their bodies. She nipped at the side of Quinn's neck, her teeth scraping along the tendons and then sinking into the curve where neck met shoulder.

Quinn whimpered at the feeling of Rachel's mouth, hot and insistant against her skin and the slight flair of pain when her teeth made contact and ember that smoldered low in her belly as Rachel's thigh pressed between her legs. Then let out a groan of protest as Rachel's hands slid around to her shoulders and pushed her away, slightly. It wasn't far, just enough space between their bodies for the dress to slip to the floor and pool at their feet but it was too far for Quinn.

She released her grip on Rachel's hair, her hands drifting down to Rachel's hips and pulling their bodies flush against each other once again. She moaned at the sensation of the soft,smooth fabric of Rachel's dress against her heated, sensitive skin.

"Fuick...Quinn..." Rachel's hands traveled up and down Quinn's now naked body, fingers sliding along her back, tracing patterns along the contours of her ribs and across the defined muscles of her abs. "No...bra?" she whispered as she dipped her head and traced a line of kisses along the top of Quinn's breast.

Quinn just whimpered and shook her head, her hands drifting lower, sliding up beneath Rachel's skirt to rest against her ass. She let out a delighted sigh when she realized that the other woman wasn't wearing any panties and her hands pressed into bare skin as her fingers splaying out so she could palm as much skin as she could as she tensed her leg and guided the other woman along her thigh.

Rachel let out a stuttered breath as her head dipped lower and she closed her mouth around Quinn's nipple, tugging it gently with her teeth and then flicking her tongue across it.

"Oh..oh..oh.." Quinn let out a series of sighs at the sensation and pinned Rachel's back against the armchair as she surged into her, forcing the other woman up onto her tiptoes as she rode Quinn's thigh. She could feel Rachel's wetness spreading across her skin, a veritable pool of want that only made Quinn's arousal heigthen. She slid one hand down along Rachel's thigh and tugged, bringing the other woman's leg up to wrap around her waist as she guided her hips into a rapid, rolling motion.

"Mmm, Quinn..." Rachel panted against her breast and clutched at Quinn's back, her nails biting into skin as her body tensed, her muscles locking and then spasming as her orgasm rolled through her. She sucked in a breath and sighed as she shuddered and then sagged against the chair and Quinn's arms as the aftershocks ran through her.

Quinn cradled her and pressed soft kisses to her forehead and temple as she came down from her high and then when Rachel's breathing returned to normal and her mouth started moving again against Quinn's chest she pulled back slightly and tipped Rachel's chin up.

"You've been thinking about getting me out of my dress all night," she whispered as she stared down in heavy lidded eyes, the pupils so blown they eclipsed nearly all of the beautiful brown irises she so loved staring into. "I've been thinking about fucking you in yours," she finished and then dropped down to her knees in front of Rachel.

"Oh...Quinn..."Rachel exhaled loudly and gripped the back of the chair behind her, bracing herself as Quinn's hands slid up the backs of her legs, nails scratching lightly against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When she reached the tops of Rachel's thighs she tugged gently, parting them so she could settle between between them. She positioned herself between the other woman's legs and then gripped the jagged edges of her skirt, gathering it up around her waist.

Rachel whined deep in the back of her throat and tilted her hips forward, towards Quinn's lips and she chuckled at the wanton movements, then whined herself as she caught the site and scent of Rachel's arousal. Her thighs were glistening with the evidence of it and she was dripping still with a whole new wave.

"Fuck, Rach..." Quinn breathed out, nuzzling her nose against Rachel's inner thigh and then poking her tongue out to lap at the moisture coating her skin. She moaned at the taste, Rachel moaned at the contact. She gripped Rachel's waist and lowered her head further, tongue swirling against smooth skin and twitching muscles.

"Please...Quinn..." Rachel's hips rolled again and again towards her face, urging her to where she needed Quinn's touch the most but Quinn just tightened her grip and continued her slow, methodical cleaning.

Rachel whimpered and moaned as one hand tightened in Quinn's hair and the other gripped desperately at the back of the chair.

"Please...please...please..." It became a continous chant, falling from her lips so quickly that eventually the words slurred together into a wordless, breathless plea.

Quinn paused in her ministrations and pulled back slightly, rolling her eyes upwards to meet Rachel's gaze as she finally pressed her lips against Rachel's center, kissing her slow and deep.

Rachel's back arched and her head lolled back as she groaned, long and loud and then her hips were rocking, pressing into Quinn's mouth, pushing her tongue as deep in as it would go only to pull back a moment later with a whine as the sensation became too much. It was an uneven, rolling rythmn that Quinn allowed for a few minutes as she swirled her tongue around against Rachel's fluttering walls and flicked the tip of her tongue against her clit.

The moans, the sound of her name pouring from Rachel's lips, every breathless gasp and wordless cry sent wave after wave of heat coursing through Quinn's body. She could feel her own arousal spreading across her thighs and the simmering heat in her belly igniting into an inferno.

"Fuck..Rach..you taste amazing..."she hummed, grinning faintly as the vibrations made the brunette twitch and shiver. She swiped her tongue through her folds and then sucked on her clit as she brought her a hand down and slid two fingers deep into Rachel.

A hoarse cry wrenched from Rachel's throat. The grip she had on Quinn's hair tightened and twisted painfully and nails dug into her scalp but that only served to spur her on further. She lightly scraped her teeth against Rachel's clit and flicked it with her tongue as she drove her fingers in and out of her in a deep, relentless rhythmn.

A moment later, Rachel's body bowed and then began to shudder. Quinn stilled her movements as Rachel's inner walls choked her fingers and then when the trembles subsided she stroked, gently and slowly, easing her through the aftershocks.

When Rachel stilled above her she pulled out slowly and brought her fingers to her lips. She peeked up at Rachel as she licked her hand clean but the other woman's head was lolling to the side and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Chuckling softly to herself she rose to her feet and gripped Rachel's waist just as she released her death grip on the chair and swayed slightly on her feet.

Her eyes drifted open, glazed and unfocused and she grinned. "Best first date ever," she rasped.

Quinn couldn't help but agree. "We're just getting started," is what she said however.

Rachel hummed softly as her head fell foreward, resting against Quinn's shoulder as she sucked in a series of shaky breaths. "Just so you know," she rasped. "I'm not normally so easy. I never," she pulled back, meeting Quinn's eye as she emphasised the word never, "have sex with someone on the first date."

Quinn nodded, she understood that. She believed that. It was generally a practice she also followed. She always waited to make sure that the relationship was viable, not neccessarily permanent or even long-term but definitely something more than fleeting. Getting physical with Rachel so early on, technically before the beginning stages of the relationship was an anomaly for her. However, this who relationship was an anomaly, a strange mixture of old and new, of exploring and familiarity. They didn't know each other, at least not as adults but they were already so connected. It was strange and different and bound to get confusing as things really got underway but it was also fun and exciting and she was very much looking forward to letting it develop.

"Well, technically, you didn't have sex with me. I had sex with you," Quinn teased as she ran one hand soothingly up and down Rachel's back.

"Is that your oh-so-subtle way of demanding reciprocation?" Rachel asked, pulling back to meet Quinn's eye, a smirk playing across her lips. "And no, I'd say technically I had sex with you, seeing as how you were the one who brought me to orgasm. It's you who've yet to have sex with me."

"Is that your oh-so-subtle way of saying you want to reciprocate?" Quinn asked as she ran Rachel's statement through her head, wondering if it was correct and then deciding after a brief moment that it didn't really matter. There more pressing matters at hand, namely Rachel's body pressed so tightly against her own and the throbbing of arousal between her legs. A combination of both the need for Rachel to touch her and the desire to touch and taste Rachel as well. Her entire body thrummed with need, to touch and be touched, to taste and feel and...her head swam with all the possibilites and a new wave of arousal flooded betweeen her legs.

Rachel didn't answer the question, at least not verbally. Instead she gently pushed Quinn's shoulders, easing the blonde away from her as she struggled to get her legs back under her and began propelling them both in the direction of the bedroom. Quinn didn't put up any resistance, she let herself be pushed and then pulled as Rachel's quick strides overtook her and the other woman reached behind and grabbed her hand, tugging her forward as if she needed the extra encouragment.

When they reached the threshold of the bedroom Quinn dropped Rachel's hand and quickly closed the distance between them, coming up behind the other woman and tugging at the strap on her dress, sliding it down her shoulder and torso to where it bunched at her hips. She let out a frustrated growl when the dress would not slide any lower. Rachel shimmied her hips but the slimming cut of the fabric would not let it slide any further. Biting back a curse Quinn grabbed the fabric and jerked it back up, pulling the dress up and over Rachel's head. As soon as it had cleared Rachel's body Quinn tossed it off to to the side. The dress had looked amazing on Rachel but it was of no longer any consequence to her now. Immediately her hands returned to Rachel's body once again. She gripped her hips and pulled her back flush against her and attached her neck to where neck met shoulder. She sighed and slid her hands up Rachel's torso, cupping both breasts and kneading softly.

"Oh, Quinn." Rachel let out a sigh and an arm wound it's way around Quinn's neck, her fingers tangling in Quinn's hair. "Mmmm." Her head lolled back and her body bowed, pushing back into Quinn's body and arching forward into her touch at the same time. Her head lolled backwards onto Quinn's shoulder and her ass ground against Quinn's pelvis as her chest pressed more firmly into Quinn's hands.

Quinn hummed lightly as she laved her tongue along Rachel's shoulder and nipped at the nape of her neck as her hands continued to ply Rachel's breasts. She kneaded and stroked and pinched and pulled, enjoying the moans and sighs and little mewls that escaped the other woman's throat.

"You feel amazing, Rachel," she murmured. "Like heaven in my hands." It was cheesy and she wasn't sure it even made any sense but her head was foggy, fuzzy with arousal and the sensations of having Rachel's body against her, in her hands, beneath her lips and tongue.

She could feel her own want growing, pulsing in time with the beating of her heart, increasing with every moan and sigh that fell from Rachel's lips, with every twitch of her hips or tug of hair between her fingers.

"Fuck...Rachel..." her thoughts lost their coherence, her mind spinning fuzzily away from her as she felt Rachel's hand slide down her leg and grip her thigh, nails digging painfully into the skin as she rubbed her back against Quinn's front, moaning loudly.

"Quinn." Her voice was a broken whine as she suddenly lurched forward, breaking the contact between their bodies. Quinn swayed on her feet and blinked fuzzily at her, mind scrambling to understand the sudden rush of cold that enveloped her and why Rachel was standing a foot away from her and not touching her. She raised her gaze and tried to focus on Rachel's face.

She felt a frown mar her features as she opened her mouth to speak, to pose a question that her mind didn't have the capacity to form.

"I want to touch you Quinn," Rachel said and there was a hint of desperation in her voice. "I want to touch you and taste you and..." she trailed off, drew in a shuddering breath and ran a hand through her hair. "And I can't concentrate on any of that when you touch me the way that you do." The tone of her words now was frustrated, accusing and still tinged with desperation.

Though Quinn's head was still a little fuzzy, the overall message was clear and she couldn't help but grin at the brunette's words. Rachel was not quite so amused. She huffed and rolled her eyes then without warning, tugged Quinn forward by the waist and spun them around so Quinn's knees hit the mattress and she collapsed backwards onto it. She barely had time to adjust, to shift up the bed so she was lying full across it before Rachel was settling above her, straddling her waist and leaning forward to hover above her.

Quinn's gaze flicked down the length of Rachel's body, from the lips just inches above her own to the small, firm breasts brushing lightly against her own and further down, past the defined, firm abdomincal muscles to the apex between her thighs, spread glistening and swollen above Quinn's own. She could feel the heat radiating down onto her own center in the minute space between them and suddenly it all just became too much. She surged up, hips and abdomen and chest pressing up into Rachel's as she wound one arm around her back and the other around her neck. Their lips met in a fierce, fiery kiss. Quinn moaned and her muscles gave out on her, her legs collapsing beneath her and her back refusing to hold her upright any longer. She crashed back onto the mattress, pulling Rachel with her and let out a contented sigh at the feeling of the other woman's body pressed along her length, at the weight pinning her down and the warmth surrounding her.

Rachel's lips moved firmly against her own, her tongue danced in and out of Quinn's mouth, teasing, taunting, coaxing Quinn into a deeper, harder, more desperate kiss.

A hand skimmed down Quinn's side, skirting her breast and sliding along the curve of her hip before slipping between their bodies and finding it's way between Quinn's legs. She felt Rachel's hand cup her hot center and she parted her legs, dug her heels into the mattress and pushed upwards.

"Rach..." She clung desperately to Rachel's back, fingers pressing into skin, rails raking lightly. "I'm close," she husked as a finger slid through her folds. "It's not going to take much."

She gasped and arched into the touch as one finger began two, slipping easily through her wetness and inside. "Rachel. Oh. Fuck Rach..."

Her head lolled from side to side and she writhed desperately as she felt the pressure building, starting low in her abdomen and quickly spreading through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw spots dance across her lids as she rolled up into Rachel's touch, whimpers escaping her lips.

She clenched her jaw, grit her teeth, trying to hold on for a few minutes longer but it was a futile effort. Her muscles started to lock, one by one as Rachel continued her steady, even pace. She arched up off the bed and her arms fell from around Rachel, clutching at the pillow behind her head instead as she used them for leverage to get closer, to push Rachel in even deeper.

"Rach..I'm..." she didn't even get to finish her sentence before she her thoughts shattered and she came undone.

She collapsed back onto the bed, chest bellowing and heart racing. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and a sated, satisfied smile played at her lips. She felt Rachel shift off her to lie on her side, draping herself along the length of Quinn's body.

"That was..." she puffed out her cheeks and exhaled. Her head lolled to the side until she could meet Rachel's eyes with her blurry gaze.

"That was...really quick," Rachel supplied, a teasing grin playing at the corners of her lips.

Quinn whined and rolled her head back away. "I told you I was close," she pouted.

"I know but that was...really...really quick."

Quinn's gaze snapped back to Rachel's. "Just what are you implying."

Rachel's gaze was the picture of innocence. "I'm not implying anything."

"Mm-hmm."

"No, I'm really not implying anything. I'm saying it. Quick-trigger much?"

Quinn gasped in outrage but it didn't have much weight to it. She hadn't lasted very long. But she couldn't really bring herself to be embarrased by it. The whole evening had pretty much been foreplay and watching Rachel come had set her so close to the edge.

"Hardly," she scoffed even though she knew that she didn't really have any support for her protest. Rachel knew it too and she just grinned before lying her head down against Quinn's shoulder.

"Best first date ever," she reiterated with a soft kiss to Quinn's bare shoulder.

"We're just getting started." Quinn completed their exchange from earlier. They'd definitely be continuing with this date but first, a bit of rest. She let her eyes drift closed and snuggled into Rachel's side.