Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians today. I hope you are all enjoying this fine holiday.
Lspatz Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope that this is *more* enough for you.
RachelBarbraBerry It's fun trying to imagine what parts of their personalities would morph and change as they got older and what parts would stay the same.
helly1bradleywyatt lol. Yeah, poor Quinn. But that's what she gets for dating Rachel Berry.
LaurenKnight13 Yeah, the smut is fun to write but I like how the characters react and relate to each other within them the best.
gllover22 Thank you. Yeah, their feelings for each other are already apparent, even if neiher of them are quite ready to express them yet. I think that Rachel is going to pull Quinn out of her shell a bit, make her less hesitant to express certain things.
wkgreen Glad you enjoyed their hot times. And I hope that you don't mind some more, as this next chapter is a continuation of the scene.
Fabraygron It's a fun mix to write, passion mixed in with genuine emotion.
southernranger1 lol. :) Get ready for another one then, because there's more of that in this chapter.
DarkDesires16 Thank you. I'm glad that you're enjoying it. And I'm glad that you like the way I'm handling the characters.
Chapter 21
"My ass is numb."
"What?" Rachel's comment shook Quinn from her reverie, causing her to pull back and look at Rachel.
"My ass is numb. I told you, this counter is really cold."
"Okay," Quinn said slowly. "Do you think you can stand now then?" she asked, fighting a grin as she took a step back to allow Rachel room to slide to her feet, keeping a loose grip on the other woman's waist to steady her as she did so.
"Oh, don't look smug," Rachel said with a shake of her head as she swayed slightly on her feet but remained upright.
"Smug? Me? No. What you're seeing on my face right now is concern. Concern for your physical well being,"
"Concern my ass," Rachel scoffed.
"Oh, for sure. I'm definitely concerned with your ass." Quinn let one her hands slip from Rachel's hip around to her ass, splaying her fingers and squeezing lightly.
"You're worse than a horny high-school boy," Rachel said with a laugh.
"Ouch, Rachel. That stings just a little." Quinn brought the hand that wasn't resting on Rachel's ass up to her chest, clutching at her heart.
"That hurts?" Rachel asked. "I hurt you? Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make you feel better." She reached down and pulled Quinn's hand away then dipped her head and pressed a soft kiss to side of Quinn's left breast through the fabric of her t-shirt. "Did that help?" she asked, lips brushing against Quinn with each word.
"Umm, maybe you should do it again, just to be sure," Quinn managed around the breathless feeling clawing at her lungs.
She felt the feather light touch of Rachel's lips against her. "How 'bout now?"
"Mmm, still not sure."
Quinn bit her lip and her head lolled back as Rachel pressed a series of kisses along the curve of her breast, each one a little firmer than the last, each one lingering a little longer.
"Fuck, Rach." Quinn inhaled sharply and her body arched backwards before curling forward into the pressure as Rachel's mouth closed over Quinn's nipple, the tip of her tongue circling around it over the fabric of her shirt. Her free hand drifted up to tangle in Rachel's hair, nails scratching slightly against her scalp as she moaned and held her head in place. "Oh, God." She groaned deep in the back of her throat as Rachel hummed lightly, the reverbations coursing like shockwaves through Quinn's body. "Fuck."
She surged forward, pressing her body against Rachel's and pinning her back against the counter, her hips bucking wildly in search of friction as the throbbing between her legs returned with a vengence. The fact that she'd gotten off just a few minutes ago made completely irrelevent by the arousal that flashed through her like a wildfire.
Rachel chuckled softly against her and Quinn swore she saw sparks behind her closed lids.
With one final flick of her tongue she pulled away from Quinn's breast, chuckling once again as Quinn attempted to push her back down with the grip fisted in her hair and from the whine that issued from Quinn's throat in protest.
"Worse than a high school boy," Rachel repeated. "And every frat boy I've ever met. Combined."
"I hate you," Quinn muttered, breathing heavily through her nose and once again trying to quell her libido.
"No you don't."
"No, I don't."
"That's good. Because I don't go down on people who hate me. And I'd really like to go down on you."
Quinn's eyes flew open and her jaw dropped as she stared at Rachel. Part of her was stunned by the bold statement, she was still getting used to the new sexually secure woman Rachel had become. Mostly though she was lost in the image that Rachel's words had created.
"Fuck, Rachel." The words were out of her mouth before she was even aware she was speaking them, causing Rachel to laugh lightly.
"So, how 'bout that shower?"
Quinn nodded her head emphaticlly. "Rachel Berry naked and dripping wet kneeling between my legs? Yes please."
Rachel smirked and shook her head as she slipped from Quinn's grasp and made her way across the room to the shower where she slid the door open and turned the faucets. As she fiddled with the temperature, Quinn tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, not concerned in the least with where it fell and was her pajama pants over her hips before it had even hit the ground. Stripped bare she closed the distance to where Rachel was leaning into the shower and gripped her hips as she sidled up behind her. She felt her jump slightly at the contact and then righten herself, leaning back slightly as she relaxed into her.
Quinn moaned softly at the feel of Rachel's body pressing back into her and dropped a kiss to the side of her neck before tugging at the hem of her shirt, impatiently pulling it up over her head and tossing it behind them, her hands going immediately to the waistband of Rachel's shorts.
"Eager much?" Rachel laughed, stepping out of her shorts as they pooled at her ankles and then kicking them away with her toe.
Quinn didn't voice a response, instead she let her hands wander across Rachel's now bare torso, skimming along the sides of her breasts and along the planes of her abs. What kind of question was that? Her fingers seemed to itch to touch Rachel, she literally could not keep her hands off her. Rachel reached down and stilled Quinn's hands, lacing their fingers together for a moment and giving them a squeeze before pulling them away from her stomach and dropping them to the sides.
"We need to actually get into the shower for this to work, Quinn," Rachel said with a laugh as Quinn let out a whine of of protest at the loss of contact.
"So, get in the shower then," she replied her hands immediately drifting back up and settling on Rachel's hips, her thumbs stroking Rachel's sides. Once again Rachel's fingers found their way between Quinn's and pulled them away from her body. Only instead of dropping them she held them out to the sides and stepped forward, into the shower and tugged a willing Quinn in after her.
She dropped Quinn's hands for a second time as she turned to face her, a mischevious smile playing on her lips as she reached out to grab Quinn by the hips and pull her forward, their bodies crashing together beneath the warm spray from the showerhead. Rachel's lips found hers with unnerring accuracy as her hands slipped and slid up and down Quinn's back, fingertips skidding across rapidly slicking skin. Before Quinn could fully settle into the kiss however, Rachel was pulling away. She craned her neck, trying to follow and recapture her lips but Rachel was gone, her head dipped down to press hot, wet kisses across Quinn's collarbone.
Quinn let out a shuddery breath and gripped Rachel's waist tightly, fingers digging in just above her hipbone and clutching convulsively as Rachel's warm breath washed across her skin followed by a swipe of her tongue as she licked water droplets from her chest.
Suddenly the fact that she'd had more sex in the last two days than she had in the last six months, the fact that she'd orgasmed intensely not ten minutes ago was made irrelevent as she felt that familiar aching tug low in her abdomen and a slow burning heat spread out through her body.
She bit her lip and groaned deep in her throat, her hands sliding up Rachel's back, fingers dragging lightly against her skin as she arched towards the gentle pressure of lips along the curve of her breast. Her hips rocked forward, gliding against nothing but air as Rachel's head dipped further to run her tongue around the edge of Quinn's areola.
"Fuck, Rach." She hissed out a breath and her head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as Rachel's mouth closed over her breast. "Fuuck..." she drew the word out and let out a soft whine as Rachel's teeth worried her nipple and her tongue flicked across it's tip.
Her fingers found their way into Rachel's hair, tangling into the locks at the back of her head as her entire body trembled under the ministrations of her lips, teeth and tongue. She struggled to breath through the dizzying, breathless feelling that clawed at her lungs and the throbbing between her legs had reached almost unbearable heights. She rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the presssure but they were so slick, both from the water falling over them and her own arousal that the action was completely ineffectual.
It felt good. So very good and Quinn wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to withstand the torture.
As if reading her mind, or perhaps reading her Rachel slowly released her breast and sank to her knees in front of Quinn, who took as deep and steadying a breath as her lungs would allow and keened softly in anticipation in that moment just before Rachel's hands slid down her sides, coming to rest against the backs of her thighs and pulling her legs open slighly.
"Holy Fuck." The first graze of Rachel's tongue against her center had Quinn's hands shooting out to brace against the shower door on one side and the cold tile on the other. Her fingers curled and her nails dragged against the smooth surfaces, seeking purchase as her knees quaked and her hips rocked forward as that first parlay gave way to a broader, deeper stroke.
"God... Rach. Oh...God.." Quinn pressed her palms hard against the flat surfaces on either side of her, struggling to stay upright as pleasure coursed through her body like an electrical shock.
Rachel's tongue thrust and darted, sliding deeply into her folds and then swiping lightly against her clit in a random, rhythmnless pattern that had Quinn rolling her hips desperately towards her face in search of whatever form of contact she saw fit to give and pleading, panting for more.
Just when her eyes were rolling back in her head and her muscles felt like they were on the urge of giving out and Quinn was certain she couldn't take any more, Rachel gripped her thighs tightly, fingers clamping down almost painfully against her skin and dipped her head forward, pressing her mouth firmly against Quinn's center and thrusting her tongue deep inside and setting up a brisk, punishing rhythm of in and out. Quinn felt her muscles contract, her entire body bowing under the tension and a moment later she was coming with a low, gutteral cry of release.
Rachel's hands slid up her sides, gripping her waist to hold her upright as she swayed unsteadily on her feet as aftershocks coursed through her. Quinn's arms fell limply to her sides and her head lolled bonelessly on her neck as she panted for breath and summoned the strength required to remain standing.
There was a faint shuffle and splash and then Rachel was rising to her feet in front of her. She felt a gentle tug against her back as Rachel's arms slid upwards and slumped forward at the other woman's encouragement, allowing her to support her weight for the moment.
Rachel's body was soft and slick, her water dampened skin warm beneath Quinn's touch and all but inviting Quinn to slide her fingers and press her lips against it. She turned her head slightly and nuzzled her nose into the side of Rachel's neck as she flicked her tongue out and tasted the waterdrops against her skin. As feeling and mobility began to return to her limbs Quinn's arms drifted up and she molded her hands around Rachel's waist, where she began to stroke her thumbs up and down her sides.
Rachel let out a soft chuckle. "How are you even standing right now, let alone trying to intitiate another round?"
Quinn didn't reply, instead she sucked lightly against the side of Rachel's neck and slid her hands up to cup Rachel's breasts.
"Whoa there." Rachel's hands came up to rest over Quinn's, halting their motions and she shifted away from Quinn's lips. "Uh-uh. I have two shows today, Quinn. Two. And I need to be able walk."
Still gripping Quinn's wrists in her hands she took a step back, putting a few inches of space between them.
Quinn didn't know whether to be pleased at the implied compliment to her skills or upset that Rachel seemed to be putting an end to their lovemaking. And denying Quinn the opportunity to have her in the shower, to take her when she was all damp and flushed from the heat of the shower, her hair slicked back and sticking to her forehead and shoulders..
Quinn thought about just surging forward, pinning Rachel to the wall and having her way with her. She knew that all it would take was a few deliberate touches and Rachel would be begging for it but she knew how important Rachel's performances were to her and she didn't want to risk jepordizing one of them for an orgasm.
She let out a soft whine of protest but nodded her head in compliance. "Okay."
Rachel held her gaze searchingly for a moment and then dropped her wrists, apparently trusting her to keep her hands to herself.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise," she said with a soft, playful smile which Quinn couldn't help but return.
"Yeah, you will," she shot back. "But in the meantime, let's get you showered up huh?" she reached around Rachel for the bodywash that she had borrowed the day before and the loufa that rested on the soap dish beside it. In one quick motion she had the cap flipped open and had poured a healthy dollop onto the fluffy fabric.
"Quinn-"
"Completely PG, I promise." She squeezed and kneaded the loufa, working up a a lather and then pressed it against Rachel's shoulder, rubbing it across her collarbone and down her arm.
Rachel sucked in a shaky breath and her hand drifted up to curl around Quinn's hip.
"There's nothing PG about this," she rasped but she didn't make any move to stop her so Quinn took it as tactic permission to keep going. She gently worked her way along Rachel's body, soaping up her arms and torso, pretending not to notice the way Rachel's breathing quickened. She circled around and across her breasts, making sure to keep her pressure light and avoided any unneccsary groping-though that didn't mean she didn't catch the hitch in Rachel's breath or the faint moan that she swallowed. She worked her way down Rachel's sides and across the planes of her abs before dropping to her knees and working her way down one leg and up the other. Quinn couldn't help but notice the heady scent of Rachel's arousal as she kneeled in front of her but she didn't comment on it, she merely rose to her feet and turned Rachel around lightly by her shoulders to get her back and shoulders before stepping away to let the showerhead wash the suds away.
"For fucks sake, Quinn," Rachel hissed as she spun around and grabbed the loufa from her hands.
"What? What did I do?" Quinn protested, biting back a grin as she raised her arms in a defeated gesture.
Rachel's eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened as she vigorously rubbed at the loufa, lather dripping from between her fingers to pool in the water around their ankles.
"You know exactly what you did."
Before Quinn could utter a word of protest or defense Rachel was sliding the bright purple fluff of fabric in concentric circles against her stomach and Quinn bit her lip against the moan rising in her throat. God, that felt really good. The slightly coarse fabric against her flushed, sensitive skin, the slight changes in pressure as Rachel swept lightly or pressed firmly as she worked her way up Quinn's torso, between her breasts and then along each arm. She felt her eyes flutter shut as Rachel closed the distance between them, stepping into Quinn and pressing their bodies together to reach around and do Quinn's back. Their breasts brushed and their thighs bumped as Rachel made broad strokes across her shoulder blades and down the contours of her spine.
The familiar pressure low in her belly had returned, a faint, simmering heat that slowly radiated outwards to encompass her entire body.
"Rach." The soft moan left her throat as Rachel soaped up her legs.
She was breathless, panting by the time Rachel spun them around so Quinn was directly under the shower's spray.
She was going to be on edge now for the rest of the day. And yet she couldn't find it in herself to mind. Or complain as she felt Rachel begin to work a lather into her hair because it was the most delicious feeling to be left waiting and know that tonight Rachel would be do something about it.
The water was starting to cool but Quinn barely registered the change in temperature as Rachel's fingers massaged gently against her scalp, her nails scratching lightly as she worked the shampoo through her hair. She simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the soothing feeling of Rachel's fingers sifting gently through her locks, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as Rachel tipped her head back to allow the water to wash the suds away.
She smiled softly at the way Rachel cupped a hand over her eyes to prevent any of the shampoo from falling into her eyes and continued to comb through her hair, slicking it back off her forehead long after it had all been washed away.
As much as she would loved to have spend the rest of the day in here, Rachel had two shows today and the chill of the water was starting to cool her heated skin. Reluctantly she pried her lids open and reached for the shampoo bottle.
"You're turn," she said, spinning them around slowly so that Rachel was under the stream. She poured some into her palm and then rubbed her hands together, working up a lather. When she had a nice, foamy mass in her hands she reached up and began rubbing into Rachel's hair.
Rachel's eyes drifted shut and she grasped at Quinn's waist for balance as she hummed softly at the feel of Quinn's fingers tugging gently through hair. Quinn luxuriated in the feeling of soft, silky locks between her finger.
It wasn't erotic, the way washing Rachel had been but it certainly felt intimate. She wished that she could have had longer in this moment but the water pressure was starting to fluxuate and the temperature was starting to drop.
She tipped Rachel's head back under the spray and began to work the bubbles out. When the last traces of suds were gone she reached around Rachel and turned off the faucets, halting the flow of water.
"Towels?" she asked, hand hovering above the shower door handle. She hadn't really been paying attention to towel placement when she'd been intent on stripping them both naked and she didn't want to open it and let the steam escape and the cooler bathroom air in without some idea of where she was searching.
Rachel's lids fluttered open and she stared dazedly at Quinn for a moment before shaking her head, as if to clear it. "On the wall, right beside the door."
Quinn tugged on the handle and the door slid open just far enough for her to grope around along the wall for the towel rack. As soon as her fingers closed around something soft she tugged, retracting her hand and bringing a large, fluffy towel with her. She opened it up and draped it around Rachel, rubbing vigorously at her head and shoulders until Rachel was laughing and pushing her away.
"I got it. I can dry myself. There should be another towel on the rack. Grab it and take care of yourself. I can see the goosebumps rising on your arms."
Quinn had been trying not to register the rapid cooling of her skin as the heat of the shower stall dissapated but now that Rachel pointed it out she could feel the faint shivers coursing through her body. Quickly she pried open the door once again and after a few more minutes of groping along, extending her arm out a little further this time than the last, she grasped a second towel and pulled it back inside.
She wrapped it around her shoulders, hugging it to herself like a cape for a moment, warding off the chill and then began drying herself quickly, wicking away the moisture from her arms and legs before patting at the damp strands of her hair.
"So, clothes?" Rachel suggested, reaching for the shower door. As much as Quinn would have loved to spend the rest of their time together this afternoon staring at a naked Rachel she nodded.
"Clothes would be nice. Can I borrow something. Again?" She seemed to be making a habit of wearing Rachel's things and she wondered how long it would be before the other woman ran out of things that fit her.
Rachel chuckled and nodded. "I'm sure I can scrounge up something for you. Come on." With a soft grunt she pulled the shower door all the way open and stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom. Quinn followed suite, trailing her through the room and out into the bedroom where she stopped just inside the doorway and watched as Rachel pulled open her closet and began rummaging around.
She didn't even bother to pretend that she wasn't staring, that her eyes weren't tracing the contours of Rachel's body through the material of the towel. That she didn't tilt her head to get a glimpse of her ass as she reached up to grab something from the shelf or that she didn't lick her lips and hone her gaze in on the muscles along the backs of her legs as shifted to reach something tucked towards the back of the closet.
When Rachel peeked over her shoulder to see if Quinn was looking, she didn't avert her eyes or duck her head, she held Rachel's gaze and grinned widely.
"You're such a perv," Rachel said with a shake of her head, but she was grinning and her eyes were shining with humor so her words only made Quinn laugh.
"So um.."she trailed off and bit her lip, gaze darting away from Quinn for a moment before rising up to meet hers again. "I found a couple of things that might fit you but um...I don't know if you...I mean they're...Would you be opposed to wearing my ex's clothes?" She finished off in a rush, her words running together so that it took Quinn a moment to decipher what she had said.
"You kept some of your ex's clothes?"
"Not intentionally. I put them in a bag and tossed them into the back of the closet. I meant to give them back but I guess I just forgot they were there."
Quinn bit her lip. "Are they...clean?"
Rachel nodded slowly. "Yeah. I mean, I laundered them but they've been sitting up there for awhile so they might be kind of...stale?"
"Okay. But uh, is me wearing them going to y'know remind you?"
"Of her? No. It's just jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing that's going to strike a cord. And it's not like she matters anyway."
Quinn bit her lip, hesitating. She didn't really want to do it but there weren't a lot of options. She couldn't really go parading around the city in last nights dress or any of Rachel's ill fitting clothes.
"Look, I can find something else if you want but we both know that nothing of mine is really going to fit you. These at least are your size."
Quinn let out a sigh and nodded. "No. I'll take them. It's just jeans and a t-shirt, right?"
"Exactly. Just jeans and a t-shirt. If I hadn't told you they were hers, you wouldn't even have known."
That was true. "So why did you tell me then?" she asked as she caught the bundle of fabric that was tossed her way.
"It just seemed innapropriate not to?" Rachel shrugged as she pulled a shirt over her own head.
Quinn could see her point. Besides, it was better to know upfront than to wonder about who's clothes she was wearing later when she inevitably realized that they fit her better than Rachel's did. She dressed quickly, tugging the jeans up over her legs and buttoning them easily then glanced down to see that they weren't hovering above her ankles. She pulled the shirt down over her head and shifted her shoulders to find that material didn't tug and bunch up against her breasts or mold to tightly to her stomach. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it did feel nice to know that she would be making the trip back to her hotel in clothes that actually fit.
Once she'd finished dressing she settled against the pillows of Rachel's bed and combed her finger through her hair, working out the tangles as she watched the other woman finish getting ready.
"We still have an hour or so before I have to leave," Rachel said when she'd finished brushing out her hair and applying a light later of makeup. "What would you like to do?"
Quinn shrugged one shoulder. "Come lay with me?"
Rachel arched an eyebrow at her and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'll keep my hands to myself. I promise." Quinn tucked her hands under her thighs as if to prove her point.
Rachel studied her a moment, contemplating before nodding and moving across the room to the bed. "Okay," she said as she crawled up beside Quinn. "But if you don't keep those hands to yourself, I'm going to tie them to the headboard."
Quinn gulped loudly at the onslaught of images that those words provoked. Beside her, Rachel sighed.
"You would like that," she scoffed. Then her head whipped around and her widened eyes met Quinn's "Wait. Would you like that?"
Quinn averted her gaze away from Rachel's shocked expression. "Does that bother you?" she asked softly, staring intently down at the comforter beneath her.
"Hey." Rachel's hand came up to cup Quinn's cheek and she gently turned her head back around to face her. "Is that something that you would like us to try?" she asked softly.
Quinn kept her gaze on Rachel's nose. "Not if you don't want to."
"It's not...something I've ever wanted to do before."
"It's okay. We don't have to," Quinn was ready for this conversation to be over.
"Would you look at me for just a minute?"
Quinn took a deep breath and dragged her gaze up to meet Rachel's eyes.
"I find it adorable that you're such a sensual person and yet you get so embarrassed talking about it," Rachel said, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But you don't have to be embarrassed about expressing your needs with me."
"It's not something I need," Quinn was quick to interject.
Rachel sighed lightly. "Your desires then," she countered. "I want to explore your fantasies with you, Quinn. And yeah, it's likely that some of them won't be for me. Just like there are some of mine that you won't be for you. But, I trust you. And I'm not adverse to trying them out with you."
Quinn took a moment to process Rachel's words and then nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. "Okay," she said softly. "Thank you, Rachel."
Rachel patted her cheek lightly. "Anytime, Quinn. Anytime." She pulled her hand away slowly and lowered herself so that her head was resting against Quinn's shoulder and she could drape her arm around Quinn's waist. "Except, maybe not right at this moment," she added softly after a moment. "Because my body is still humming from that little stunt you pulled in the shower and I have two shows to get through today. I don't think I could handle hearing about any more of your kinks right now without having to do something about it."
Quinn didn't even bristle at the word kinks, because she could hear the smile in Rachel's voice and the solidness of her body snuggled up to her side. She merely snorted and shook her head, then tightened her grip around Rachel's back and pulled her closer and just enjoyed the quiet of the moment.