Jaely I'm glad I got it right then, because I've never used a waffle maker in my life. I'm not sure I've ever even seen one, but it seemed like that's how one would be if it were broken. I agree, it's heading their quickly but it's not neccessarily a bad thing, with all the history they have, the relationship is moving at the exact right pace for them. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I hope that you continue to enjoy the story as it unfolds.
DameonCain Glad you're still with me. I hope that you continue to enjoy my take on the Faberry tale.
SuperGleek18 Thank you. I'm glad that you're finding their interactions to be real, natural. Thanks for reading, and for you continued feedback.
RachelBarbraBerry Thank you.
Fabraygron I'm glad think so. It's so much fun writing those cute, sweet moments between them. & I'm glad I could make you laugh a little.
gllover22 Thank you, I'm glad that you're enjoying their dynamic.
LaurenKnight13 Yep, the poor waffle maker is getting more than it's fair share of ill-treatment. I'm glad you thought it was cute, and funny. I'm never sure if they'll come across as well to others as they do in my own head. But I definitely have more in mind, which I hope you'll enjoy.
I've gotten lines like that, and much, much worse. It really is amazing that guys think lines like that will work.
FaberryOTP I'm glad you enjoyed them. The phone call was so much fun to write.
SuperNina I'm glad you found the story. And that you're enjoying it so far. Thank you, both for reading and taking the time to comment. There will be more Britt and Santana in future chapters.
Author's Note: I apologize for the length of time that has passed between updates. I meant to have this chapter finished days ago but just kept getting stuck and could never quite seem to finish. To make up for it however, it has turned into a super long chapter.
Also, fair warning, it's pretty much all just smut. There's really no plot or character development in this one.
Chapter 20
"Excuse me?" Rachel crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow at Quinn, who fidgeted under the intense stare.
"The waffle maker is broken."
Rachel pursed her lips and continued to stare at Quinn. "It's broken?" Her face and tone gave away nothing. Quinn couldn't tell if she was angry with her or not.
"Yeah," she said, shifting uncomfortably.
Rachel nodded once. "Well then, you owe me a new waffle maker."
"What?" The question was out before Quinn could censor it. Rachel's comment hadn't been what she'd expected and she'd spoken before she could even process what she'd heard or what she was saying.
"Well, you insisted that the waffle maker was working fine and that I just wasn't using it properly. If it's broken now, you must have done something to it. You owe me a new waffle maker."
That sounded fair enough. If it would stop the way Rachel was looking at her right now, lips pursed, eyes flat, face completely devoid of expression, she'd go out and buy the damn thing that afternoon. "Okay."
"Wait. What?" Rachel's arms fell limply to her sides as she stared at Quinn, eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
Quinn shrugged. "If it'll stop you being mad at me, yeah. I'll buy you a new waffle maker. I'll get it for you today, if you'd like."
Rachel let out a sigh and raked a hand through her hair. "Seriously?" she repeated, glancing askew at Quinn for a moment before shaking her head. "Wow. I really didn't think you'd cave that easily." A faint smirk played at the corners of her lips and her eyes now glittered with amusement.
Quinn felt her own jaw drop in shock as she realized that she had just been played. She huffed out a sigh and leaned against the counter behind her, slumping slightly in relief that Rachel wasn't mad at her but still trying to process how she'd managed to work Quinn over so easily. Normally she was better able to read people than that. She was better able to read Rachel than that. She'd known that the other woman was a stellar actress but she thought that she knew the tells, the subtle indicators as to whether she was acting or being genuine.
"You don't really have to buy me a new waffle maker," Rachel said, closing the distance between them and slipping her arms around Quinn's waist. "I was just teasing you. I never use it. It's probably broken because I haven't pulled it out of the cupboard in about two years."
She tipped her head back so she could hold Quinn's gaze and gave her a soft squeeze. Quinn melted immediately into the embrace, draping her arms across Rachel's shoulders and pulling the other woman's body tighter against hers.
"But I love waffles. How am I going to make them for you for breakfast if you don't have a waffle maker?" she asked as she laced her fingers together behind Rachel's head and stared down in her eyes, getting lost in their fathomless depths.
"Hey, I'm not saying you can't buy me a waffle maker. I'm saying you don't have to," Rachel said, rising up onto her toes to press a light kiss to Quinn's cheek, her lips lingering a moment before she dropped down onto the flats of her feet and caught Quinn's eye again.
"Okay. But I want to."
Rachel grinned and shook her head. "That's great and all. But, what are we going to do about breakfast now?" she cast a look over Quinn's shoulder towards the now depleted bowl of batter and the ruined batch still sitting in the broken appliance.
Quinn's stomach had been twisting with hunger pains for at least twenty minutes now, between the phone call with Rachel's fathers and then both of their attempts at cooking it was now approaching an hour that was too late to be considered breakfast and would more fittingly be called lunch. Yet despite the fact that she was hungry the feel of Rachel's body so close to hers, not quite touching but near enough to feel the warmth radiating between them, the weight of her arms around her waist and the faint whisp of air that brushed across Quinn's skin with every exhale had Quinn's body responding, had it yearning for a different type of hunger to be sated.
She dipped her head and brushed her lips lightly along the line of Rachel's jaw, murmuring softly against the skin as she replied. "How about we forget about breakfast and go take that shower you were threatening me with before?"
She heard Rachel's shaky intake of breath, felt it in the way her chest expanded against her own, the way her body shuddered slightly as her breath hitched and then sagged slightly as the air left her in a rush.
"I hardly think that threatening is-"
Quinn cut her off with a kiss, gently capturing the other woman's lips between her own and smiling against them when Rachel's words caught in her throat and she let out a little sigh of pleasure as her arms tightened around Quinn's waist, pulling her in tighter.
Rachel deepened the kiss, pressing back up against Quinn's lips as her body surged forward, colliding with Quinn's and pushing her back against the counter. She grunted lightly as first her back, then her head hit the solid surfaces behind her but she paid no mind to the edge of the counter that dug into her spine or the cabinet knob that pressed against the back of her skull, too absorbed in the sensation of Rachel pressed bodily up against her to care about the mild discomfort of her position.
She moaned softly against Rachel's mouth and slid her hands up to tangle in Rachel's hair, deepening the kiss as Rachel's hands slid up her back and side, fingers pressing into her skin, nails digging in through the flimsy fabric of her shirt as she clutched onto her.
Rachel's tongue pulsed in and out of her mouth, teasing, coaxing her even deeper into the kiss and Quinn sucked on it eagerly, let her own tongue flicker against it, breathing heavily through her nose in an attempt to prolongue the kiss for as long as she could until eventually, reluctantly she tore her mouth away and sucked in deep, ragged breaths.
It was astounding really, how quickly, how thoroughly Rachel could work her up with so little effort. All they had done so far is kiss. Rachel hadn't even touched her anywhere...erotic yet but Quinn was already feeling that familiar tug low in her belly, that simmering of arousal which caused her skin to heat and her heart to pound. She had always been pretty responsive. It never took much to get her arousal heigthened but with Rachel it was so much more, she found herself almost constantly on edge around the other woman. She could get Quinn going with just a look, a simple touch, a kiss.
If it were any other woman Quinn would probably feel embarrased, would try and hide the fact that she was already dripping wet after just a few minutes of kissing but with Rachel she didn't feel that urge. Just the opposite, in fact. More than just wanting Rachel to know that she affected her, she needed her to know. She needed the other woman to feel how her body responded to her kiss, to her touch, to her mere presence. She needed her to know how desperately it made Quinn want her.
"Jesus, Rach," she muttered, her hips canting forward against Rachel's, grinding slightly against the other woman's leg as Rachel dipped her head and began trailing kisses along the line of her jaw that had Quinn shivering and tilting her head to give her more access, her grip in Rachel's locks tightening as she held the other woman's head in place.
Rachel's tongue flicked against her skin and her teeth nipped at the tender flesh just below her earlobe as she rocked back into her, pressing Quinn's thighs into the cuboards behind her. Quinn hissed and arched into her, her hands slipping from Rachel's hair to drift down her body, scrambling for purchase against her shoulders, her sides, her waist, before finally coming to rest against her ass. She palmed Rachel through the material of her shorts, fingers splayed out for leverage as she pulled the other woman's body into hers.
Rachel groaned deep in her throat, the vibrations against Quinn's neck reverbating throughout her body.
"God." Her head fell back, thumping against the cupboard as sparks danced across her closed lids.
Rachel's kisses left a trail of goosebumps across skin that was hot, fevered to the touch and the combined sensations made Quinn shiver as she squirmed against Rachel's body, seeking relief for the aching tension between her legs.
"Fuck, Quinn," Rachel breathed "The things you do to me," she uttered as she pressed back into Quinn's body, her sentiments echoing what Quinn had been thinking just moments ago. She couldn't help but grin at her breathy admission, pleased beyond measure that she had the same effect on Rachel that the other woman had on her.
"Oh yeah?" she ducked her head slightly and met Rachel's eye.
"Oh, yeah. I'm so wet right now..."Rachel trailed off and let out a shuddery breath, the rolling of her hips underlining her point.
The idea of Rachel, naked and wet beneath the shower head was not forgotten as much as momentarily put aside as Quinn decided that she needed to see for herself what Rachel had said.
Sliding one hand down Rachel's leg she gripped the other woman's thigh and tugged, pulling it up to curve around her hip and holding it there. In the miniscule space the action created she slid her other hand down in between them, her fingers easily finding their way beneath the hem of Rachel's shorts until they were poised at Rachel's entrance.
"Wow, Rach," she breathed as she felt her hand being coated in thick arousal. "You really are drenched." She slid her fingers through the wetness. "And this is really all for me?"
"Quinn...fuck...it's all...for you.." Rachel panted against the side of her neck, fingers digging firmly into her back as she rolled her hips forward, pressing herself against Quinn's hand. The tips of her fingers dipped just inside and Rachel moaned loudly, the sound of which sent a wave of arousal flooding through Quinn. "Fuck," Rachel ground out the word. "Quinn," Rachel whined, nipping at her earlobe and writhing against her. She grunted lightly and rolled her hips again as she pressed her body more firmly into Quinn's.
Quinn slid two fingers inside, both of them moaning as Rachel's walls stretched and fluttered around them, shifting to accomodate the intrusion.
"You feel amazing," Quinn breathed a moment before she began thrusting.
Rachel's response was a wordless whine as she canted her hips forward and slid her hands up to tangle in Quinn's hair, fingers twisting almost painfully around her locks as she buried her face in the side of Quinn's neck, her breath hot against Quinn's skin.
She kept up a rapid pace, quick, hard thrusts in and out, curling and twisting her fingers at random. Rachel shuddered against her, hips twitching and jerking as ragged breaths hitched in her throat before washing across the skin of Quinn's neck.
Rachel's breath caught as her muscles tensed. For a single moment she froze, completely still before her orgasm ripped through her, wrenching a wordless cry from her mouth as she trembled and shook.
Quinn continued thrusting, drawing Rachel's pleasure out as long as she could, until the tremors began subsiding and Rachel sagged bonelessly against her. Quinn pulled out gently and brought her hand up to her mouth, licking her fingers clean with a soft hum at the taste. Though Rachel didn't raise her head from where it still rested she let out a soft mewl at Quinn's actions and burrowed further into her body.
"God, Quinn," Rachel huffed, as Quinn finished cleaning her fingers and let her hand fall to rest against Rachel's thigh. She pressed a light kiss to the crook where neck met shoulder. "The things you do to me." She breathlessly repeated her words from earlier with a light shake of her head.
"Were nothing compared to what I have planned for you."
Quinn's body was still humming, arousal thrumming through her in time with the rapid beat of her heart. It was a dizzying, heady feeling that was just the right side of the border between pleasure and pain. If she didn't get some relief for the ache between her legs soon she felt like she might implode but that image of Rachel in the shower and the savory taste of the other woman's arousal still on her tongue had her envisioning all having Rachel in all sorts of wicked ways. Her fingers were itching to feel smooth, heated skin beneath their tips and her mouth was watering at the prospect of another taste.
"Is that so?" Rachel murmured, her lips brushing against the skin of Quinn's neck, causing a shiver to course through her spine.
"Mmmhmm."
"Well, what's this plan of yours?"
Quinn tightened her grip on Rachel's thigh, tugging until the other woman got the hint and with a slight hop brought her leg up to wrap around Quinn's waist.
Quinn slid one hands around to the back of Rachel's thighs as she wound the other around her waist to support her weight as the other woman's hands tightened in her hair, gripping the back of her neck almost painfully as she took a few stumbling steps forward before catching her balance.
"Quinn, your back-"
"Is fine."
Rachel's ankles locked behind her back and her thighs clenched against Quinn's sides. "Quinn-"
"Hush, Rachel."
Her back was fully healed. Sure, sometimes it ached when the weather got damp or cold and it got stiff if she sat for too long or slept on something without proper support and she had to keep up with a series of excersises from her physical therapist to keep the muscles strong but she could handle carrying a little weight for a short distance. It's not like Rachel weighed a ton. She'd lifted heavier girls in Cheerios practice.
Rachel huffed in discontent but fell silent, allowing herself to be carried into the bathroom and set down on vanity beside the sink. As soon as Rachel's bottom hit the marble Quinn was stepping back, forcing Rachel's legs to unwind from around her waist as she dropped to her knees in front of her and began tugging at the waistband of her shorts.
Rachel leaned back, her head and shoulders thumping lightly against the wall as she braced her hands against the counter and pushed her hips up so Quinn could pull the garment down her legs. As soon as it was clear of her feet Quinn dropped the shorts to the floor and returned her attention to the sight in front of her.
"Ow, that's cold," Rachel hissed as her bare skin settled against the countertop but Quinn ignored the complaint as she slid her hands up the back of Rachel's legs, nails scraping gently against her calves and tickling lightly at the backs of her kneecaps before coming to rest against her thighs. She gripped them lightly as she pulled them apart further and dipped her head forward.
Rachel hissed again as Quinn's warm breath drifted across her center. "Fuck, Quinn," she breathed as Quinn turned her head and nuzzled her face against the inside of Rachel's thigh, breathing in deeply the sent of arousal that coated her skin before flicking her tongue out and sampling it with a little lick. She hummed softly at the taste as she pressed her lips against Rachel's skin in a series of small, open mouth kisses, her tongue swirling out to lap at the tangy flavour.
Rachel's fingers tightened in her hair and her hips bucked slightly, causing Quinn to tighten her grip on her legs, holding her still and in place. She whined, deep in her throat as Quinn began sucking on the skin, raising hickeys along her inner thigh.
"Oh, God." Rachel's hips writhed and Quinn grinned as she inched her way further up her leg. "Fuck. Oh, my fucking..." she trailed off with a gasp as Quinn bit down gently, worrying the skin between her teeth before flicking her tongue against it.
She tugged on Quinn's hair, trying to guide her mouth to where she needed it. While Quinn was thoroughly enjoying the teasing, she wasn't about to resisit the invitation to put her mouth where she most wanted it to be and allowed her head to be guided into position. Her fingers clenched around Rachel's legs, nails biting into the skin just a little as she parted her lips and darted her tongue out, sluicing through the wetness with a satisfying squelching sound as her tastebuds were flooded with flavour.
"Mmmm, Rach," she hummed lightly as she delved back in for more. "You taste.." she didn't finish her sentence, too wrapped up in sliding her tong through Rachel's folds to continue speaking. Rachel moaned and squirmed above her, her grip tightening in Quinn's hair. She plunged in and out, a steady, even gliding of her tongue that had Rachel trembling and clenching around her, her thighs tightening around Quinn's head as her back bowed against the wall behind her. She was close, Quinn could feel it in the tense, trembling muscles beneath her fingeres and hear it in the uneven rasp of her breathing and the edge in her cries but Quinn wasn't ready to let her come just yet.
She pulled out slowly then flicked the tip of her tongue against Rachel's clit, enjoying the way she bucked as strangled scream tore from her throat so much so that she did it again a few times before beginning to circle it firmly, earning herself a low, gutteral moan that slowly escalated in pitch, ending in an almost soundless squeak when she closed her lips around the hardened bud and sucked on it gently. A series of wordless exclaimations fell from Rachel's lips as Quinn scraped the flat of her tongue against Rachel's clit and then released it from her lips with a pop.
"I can't...Quinn...please...I need..." Rachel's plea was disjointed and incomprehensible but the tension in her voice and the taut lines of her body were clear.
"Come for me," she husked, lowering her mouth to Rachel's entrance and began thrusting her tongue deep inside. Rachel shuddered and cried out, Quinn's name falling from her lips as she arched forward, rising into sitting position as her muscles tensed, then locked then loosened as her orgasm crashed through her.
Her walls fluttered and tightened around Quinn's tongue and she slowed her motions, gentling her strokes and easing the other woman through.
"Oh, my God," she huffed, falling back against the wall behind her as aftershocks ran through her. Quinn pulled out slowly and rose to her feet. She stood between Rachel's legs and watched as she tried to compose herself after the intensity of the moment, a small smile playing across her lips as she took in the light sheen of sweat on her skin and the locks of hair matted to her forehead and the flush of color that darkened her cheeks.
As if sensing that she was being stared at, Rachel pried one eye open and gazed blurrily at Quinn for a moment before her lid fluttered closed again.
"That was amazing," Quinn said, letting her hands drift up from where they rested on Rachel's thighs to settle against her hips.
"Pretty sure that's supposed to be my line."
Quinn laughed lightly as she nestled in further between her legs, leaning forward in an attempt to rest her head against Rachel's shoulder.
"Too sensitive," Rachel whined lightly and shifted away, her head lolling back and forth against the wall behind her. Quinn took a step back, both dissapointed at her cuddling being rejected and smug at the effects of what she'd just done.
She settled for standing between Rachel's knees with her hands resting on her hips as she watched the other woman take deep, even breaths.
"That was...I'm wrecked...I can't even..."
"Finish a sentence?"
"Shut up."
Quinn chuckled lightly and patted Rachel's legs reassuringly.
"I can't feel my body," Rachel rasped. "I'm serious, Quinn," pouting slightly at the other woman's laughter. "I'm like, numb all over." As if to prove it she attempted to raise her arm only to have it flail a couple of times and then fall back, motionless at her side. "See? It's like...jelly."
Quinn's laughter died in her throat as the implications of this scenerio caught up her to her.
Rachel's eyes fluttered open and met Quinn's gaze, then grew wide as understanding dawned on her as well. "Oh, no, Quinn. I'm-"
"It's okay, Rach." She plastered a fake smile on her face as she shifted in place, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure and winced slightly at the faintly audible squelching sound that the action created.
"Quinn, I'm sorry."
Quinn just nodded curtly, eyes screwing shut as she focused on breathing in and out slowly and evenly as her clit throbbed and wetness pooled between her legs. She had a sudden sympathy for all of her ex-boyfriends. If this was how they felt all those times she'd pulled away "to pray" when things got too heated...well she owed each of them a sincere and heartfelt apology because this was truly an awful feeling.
"I hate seeing you like this."
"Pretty sure it's worse on my end," As soon as the words left her mouth, Quinn felt guilty. She opened her eyes to meet Rachel's gaze, an apology spilling immediately from her lips.
"It's okay, Quinn. A little...flare of temper is more than understandable in this situation." Rachel's eyes were sympathetic and it just made Quinn feel worse for her outburst. "But please, Quinn. Don't suffer on my account," Rachel implored.
Quinn stared at Rachel for a moment, not quite sure what Rachel was implying. As Rachel held her gaze, staring steadily back at her with Quinn realized that she had, in fact meant exactly what Quinn had thought.
"Rach, I-" Quinn cut herself off with the shake of her head, not sure what to say but immediately dismissing the idea. "It's fine. I'll be fine in a few minutes."
"Quinn, it's clear that your in quite a bit of discomfort right now. Eventually, yes that feeling will fade. And by then I'll be able to resume our activities but I see no need for you to have to bear through that when a little mastur-"
"I can't." Quinn cut her off before she could finish her thought. "I...Rach...I..." she trailed off without completing her thought, a blush heating her cheeks and making her duck her head, avoiding Rachel's eye.
It's not like she'd never done it before but it was never something that she'd been entirely comfortable with. For one thing there was that whole good girls don't mentality that she'd grown up with. Not to mention the fact that despite being rather responsive when other people touched her she was never quite able to garner the same results by herself. It was something she rarely resorted to herself and never, ever in the presence of her lover.
"Wait. You mean you...?"
"I have I just...I don't...It's not..."
Rachel hummed softly, the tone of which Quinn couldn't quite decipher. "If you can't do it yourself then use me."
"Rach, I can't-"
"While I think it's absolutely adorable that you're bashful about this there is really no need for it. You're beautiful Quinn. And it's unbearably sexy when you come. So I want you you to come here, straddle my thigh and get yourself off."
Rachel's words sent a wave of heat skittering through her body and she had to bite back a moan at the images they provoked. She raised her gaze, meeting Rachel's and was surprised by how dark her eyes were. She bit her lip for a moment, hesitating, debating and then with a soft sigh of resignation and a little bit of want she shuffled forward towards where Rachel was sprawled across the counter.
"That's a girl," Rachel coaxed encouragingly, scooting forward just slightly as Quinn positioned herself over her leg, straddling her thigh as instructed and angling her hips a little so that her clit was centered.
Cheeks and ears flaming in a blush that she was certain was beet red Quinn took a deep breath, closed her eyes and ground down tentatively against Rachel's leg.
"Hey, none of that. Open those beautiful eyes of yours, I want to see you when you come."
Quinn shook her head, resisting the other woman's request. There was no way she was going to be able to look Rachel in the eye and not feel ashamed as she essentially humped her leg.
"Come on Quinn, please."
Quinn had never been very good at denying Rachel anything so reluctantly she let her eyes flutter open and raised her gaze to meet Rachel's.
"That's it. Now, come for me," Rachel requested. "Grind that throbbing, swollen clit of yours against my skin, spreading your wetness all over my leg and come for me."
Quinn would have thought that hearing Rachel describe the act she was about to perform would be off-putting but hearing her ask for it in that low, smokey tone of hers had Quinn's hips shifting almost of their own accord as she set out to do exactly what was asked.
"Oh, God." She couldn't hold back the moan that rose up in her throat at that first solid contact of her center along the smooth skin of Rachel's leg. "Oh, fuck." She leaned forward, bracing her arms against the wall behind Rachel's head as her hips began a slow, rocking rhythmn. Rachel's eyes held steady with hers, pupils blown and eclipsing the irises as she felt that familiar coil in her lower abdomen. Heat simmered and built as her pace grew rapid and less controled, soft pants and breathless cries falling from her lips as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Her hips jerked frantically, twitching and shuddering against Rachel's firm thigh and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt her muscles tightening.
"Just let go, Quinn."
Quinn nodded, knowing that the moment was imminent and let out one last gasp before her jaw clenched and her breath hitched and her body shook. Her orgasm washed over her, sapping her of energy and strength and leaving her slumped against Rachel on the counter.
"Hey, you okay?" Rachel asked into the silence that had settled between them.
Quinn nodded.
"I'm going to need you to use your words, Sweetie."
A grin played at the corner of Quinn's lips at the term of endearment. She didn't know if Rachel had meant it or if it had just slipped out but either way it caused a warm and fuzzy feeling to form in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm fine," she said as she burrowed a little deeper into Rachel's warmth and softness. "Thank you."
Rachel chuckled lightly. "Did you just thank me for your orgasm?"
"We can add that to the list," Quinn said with a slight shake of her head. "But no, I was thanking you for not laughing at me and my hangups."
"Of course I wouldn't do that. I mean, don't get me wrong guaranteed there are going to be plenty of times that you're going to do something and I'm going to laugh at you over the course of this relationship. But never at something that you're insecure about."
Quinn couldn't help but grin at Rachel's statement, so sweet and so brutally honest. "Sounds fair enough," she said with a laugh. "And I promise the same."
Rachel didn't reply, just brought her arms up to wrap around Quinn's waist.