progpoet I'm glad you enjoyed it. And that it came across as realisitic.

w1cked Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

DameonCain :) Glad you liked it.

Harley Quinn Davidson Thank you.

Guest: Thanks.

gllover22 Thanks. I'm glad that you enjoyed it, and that you think they fit so well together.

RikkuKashi I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter. It's possible, one of them could have some honeymoon/vacations dreams, sparked by that conversation.

LaurenKnight13 No worries. As much as I appreciate your thoughts after each chapter, I know that sometimes it's jut not feasible. Life and other stuff gets in the way. I agree, I think it's sad for Quinn to have to deal with the crap that she did, but now she has Rachel and her mother is making an effort, so that's good.

And I'm glad that you liked the date. :) I wanted it to be something very sweet and romantic, without being over the top. I think it was a way for Rachel to let Quinn know that she really gets her, something that probably not a lot of other people she's dated in the past did. It's fun, to write them knowing where they want things to end up, but not quite being there yet. Sort of a hurry up and wait sense about it. I'm glad that Quinn staying over made sense/felt right. It did to me, in my head but sometimes things in my head don't always translate well into actual, real life scenerios.

icesk8er I'm glad that you liked it. And yeah, that's what I was going for. They've known each other for long enough that they're past a lot of that early relationship stuff. But, they're still discovering and getting to know one another.

Mslspatz I know. I take way too long between updates. I wish I could spend my days writing Faberry. So much more enjoyable than how I actually get to spend my days. :P I'm glad you liked it, Lady.

mutt009 Thanks. Glad you liked it. Yep, Rachel really set the bar. Quinn's going to have to come up with something really good for their third date to counter it.

HighOnFaberry It was both of their faults. And neither of their faults. They both reacted poorly to the situation. And, the others reactions affected theirs. Techinically, Rachel wasn't cheating because she wasn't actually dating that other woman. I'm sorry you didn't like the reasoning, but it is what it is. Rachel is an overly dramatic, excitable person with some heavy baggage. Obviously, she's going to over-react and be wary. We all bring our own biases and past experiences into relationships and we don't all react to the same situations in the same manner.

Ryo Oh Ki7 I'm glad that you're enjoying it.

Eyghon Thank you. I"m glad you like it.

wkgreen Yeah, too bad. But, like you said, they'll make up for it when she's home.

CarmellaD'Winter Thanks. :)

priscilla I'm glad you're all caught up. Thank you. :) I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Chapter 43

If Quinn had thought it felt strange to be left to her own devices while Rachel got ready for their date earlier, it was nothing compared to how it felt to sit on Rachel's couch and watch her walk out the door, knowing she wouldn't be back for hours. She wasn't just running downstairs to check the mail, or across the street to grab something from she store. She was going to be gone for the better part of the evening. And she had left Quinn to go about her nightly routine in her apartment, in her absence.

It was weird and yet it felt compeletely natural. Quinn hadn't even considered returning to her hotel room for the evening. And, apparently neither had Rachel, because after their date she'd brought them here. The possibility of anything else hadn't even occured to either one of them as anything more than an afterthough, that had been immediately dismissed.

As the evening wore on, however, she found herself surpisingly content to be spend the evening in Rachel's space, waiting for her to return. She spent a little time lying on the couch, reading some more of that Broaday bio that she'd started earlier, until the faint rumbling in her stomach became a roar that could no longer be ignored and she headed into the kitchen, where she rummaged around for dinner materials. She cooked up some vegetable stir-fry and containered the leftovers, sticking them in the fridge for later, in case Rachel was hungry when she got home from her show. She ate at the island, reading the paper as she did, lingered over it with coffee and then some sherbert for dessert before cleaning up and returning to the living room. She settled once again on the couch and grabbed the remote to scroll through Rachel's Nextflix queue, debating her options before deciding on a movie and then laying back, pulling the blanket from the arm of the couch over her lap.

Quinn woke up some time later to find that darkness had descended over the room. She blinked, then narrowed her eyes in confusion. She had a vague memory of drifting in and out towards the end of the movie, but the last time she'd closed her eyes, the lights had been on and the tv had been playing. Now the entire room was shrouded in the shadows cast by the ambient light coming from outside, the only source of illumination.

She heard a shuffling sound then the couch cushions dipped beneath her. A hand sifted softly through her hair. Rachel. She must have come home and turned out the lights, shut off the tv. Her brain made the connection sleepily as she rolled onto her side.

"Hey."

The hand in her hair stilled for a moment, then resumed it's gentle ministrations.

"Hey."

"I fell asleep." She struggled to sit up, only to be guided down by a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, you fell asleep."

"I made dinner. It's-"

"I had some. It was delcious."

Quinn found it hard to keep her eyes open. It was late and the pull of sleep was strong. Rachel's fingers sliding gently against her scalp didn't help matters any. She let her eyes drift closed.

"Hmm. How was your show?"

"Good. Trevor sprained his ankle earlier today, so his understudy Gavin had to go on. But, everything went off without a hitch."

"'S Good."

"I'm sorry I'm late. The others wanted to go out for drinks after. I tried calling to see if you wanted to come with us, but you didn't pick up. I guess you were already asleep."

"Mmhmmm."

Rachel continued speaking, but it was the voice more than the words that reached Quinn's ears. She hummed softly in contenment and burrowed a little deeper into the pillows and let herself be lulled back into sleep.

Quinn woke again sometime later, feeling groggy and achey. As comfortable as Rachel's couch was to sit on, it wasn't meant for sleeping and she knew that she was going to be feeling it in her back and shoulders all day. Groaning lowly she stretched, or at least attempted to, she found that her movements were hindered by a weight pressed against her body. As her sleep fogged mind cleared, she realized that Rachel had climbed onto the couch with her last night. A small, pleased, smile played at the corners of her lips even as she felt a wry disbelief at the other woman's actions. As sweet as the gesture was, it wasn't wise. Rachel had two shows today and couldn't afford the aches and pains that sleeping not just on the couch, but on Quinn, on the couch, would create.

Above her, Rachel stirred, burrowing her face into the back of Quinn's neck, her grip tightening reflexively against Quinn's torso. Quinn's breath caught in her throat at the feel of Rachel's lips dragging lightly against the sensative skin of her neck as Rachel took slow steady breaths. And a shiver skittered down her spine as Rachel's fingers brushed along the underside of her breast, kneading gently as she shifted in her sleep.

A warmth coursed through her, settling low in her stomach and creating a pleasant ache between her legs.

It wasn't until she felt the pad of Rachel's thumb drag delberately across her nipple that she realized that Rachel wasn't just moving in her sleep, rather she was awake. And teasing Quinn. She felt Rachel smile into the kiss as she pulsed her tongue down the nape of Quinn's neck.

"Mmm, Rach," she murmured, squirming at the sensation for a moment before trying to roll over so she could kiss that talented mouth, only to find that Rachel's body weight on top of hers left her effectively pinned. "Mmm. Let me up." She pushed upwards again, expecting Rachel to lift off her so she could reposition herself but Rachel didn't budge. "Rach."

But Rachel only chuckled lightly and continued working her mouth along the back of Quinn's neck and across her shoulder as she continued to pinch and tug at her nipple.

Her efforts had shivers coursing up and down Quinn's spine as the pleasant ache between her thigs grew to a deep, pulsing need. She gripped the pillow beneath her head and shifted as best she could, trying to find some friction to ease the ache but Rachel's hand planted itself against the small of her back, holding her in place. She let out a groan of frustration at being denied.

Rachel chuckled and bit lightly at the skin just behind her ear, her tongue plying lightly across the skin. She let out a gasp and tightened her grip on the pillow, unable to do anything more. She buried her face in the corner between the back and arm of the couch and let the sensations wash over her, overwhelm her. Her skin felt tight, hot, as if she were burning up from within yet somehow Rachel's touch managed to leave scorching trails as it forged paths across her skin.

"Fuck, Rach," she muttered, her voice sound mufled even to her own ears, as Rachel's warm breath washed across the damp skin of her neck in the wake of her kisses and nips. Her lips and tongue plying against frayed nerve endings, making her gasp and moan, as her fingers pinched and squeezed at her pebble hard nipple, sending shockwaves through her body.

The hand on her back slid across her hip and worked its way into the miniscule amount of space between Quinn's pelvis and the couch cushions, deft, slender fingers wiggling their way beneath the waistband of Quinn's pants to cup her through the now soaked silk of her panties.

"Oh, God." She tried to cant her hips towards the touch but couldn't. The groan of frustration turned swiftly into one of pleasure however, as Rachel began to circle her clit with her thumb. It was a light touch, however. Not nearly satisfying enough for how worked up Quinn's body was. Once the relief of the initial touch faded the effect was delicious torture.

"Rach.. Please." She wasn't above begging. Not when her entire body was coiled with tension, quivering for release. "Please, Rach. I need you inside. Right now." Her words were hoarse, ragged. She knew that Rachel heard the desperation in them, but the other woman would not be rushed. She continued with the feinting strokes and swipes of Quinn's clit as she began to gently knead her. The tips of her fingers just barely grazing Quinn's center. Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and screamed out her frustrations into the pillow, the action causing Rachel to laugh lightly and grin into the kisses she was placing against the side of Quinn's jaw.

Quinn struggled to move, to rock her hips towards Rachel's hand, to somehow force the fingers inside where she needed them most but could do little more than shift ineffectively beneath Rachel.

When Rachel's fingers finally slipped beneath the barrier of Quinn's panties and inside her, sparks flashed across her vision and she thought she might pass out from the intense pleasure the action provided.

"God. Rach."

Slowly, Rachel began to thrust in and out, pushing deep and then pulling out. A firm, steady rhythm that Quinn tried to escalate but was forced to withstand. She moaned, low and long, into the couch cushions and felt her body slowly coming apart.

Her ograsm washed over in long, shuddering waves. Rachel drew it out with continued slow, steady strokes until Quinn was squirming and pleading that she couldn't take it anymore. Gently, Rachel eased out and peppered a few light kisses against her cheek as Quinn sagged into the couch, breathless and spent. Rachel settled down against her, laying along her length, holding her as she came down.

After a long moment spent simply trying to breath, Quinn shifted and Rachel rose onto her knees above her, allowing Quinn the space to roll onto her back and face her.

"Well, good morning," Rachel said, smiling somewhat smugly at her as she reached up to smooth sweat dampened tendrils of hair away from Quinn's face.

"Yes, it certainly is." Quinn grinned back up at her, glad that her falling asleep on Rachel hadn't put a damper on anything. As nice at it would have been to have ended their date last night making love, starting their morning off like this was an acceptable alternative.

Her hands drifted up to settle on Rachel's hips, her thumbs softly stroking the faint protrustions of her hip bone. "How was your night last night? I conked back out before you could tell me." She offered an apologetic smile, which Rachel returned with a grin of her own.

"You really want to talk about that right now?" she asked, bending so she was hovering over Quinn, hands braced against the arm of the couch so she could hold herself up. "Or would you rather..." Her lips captured Quinn's in a deep, languid kiss.

Quinn moaned softly at the feel of Rachel's tongue sweeping across her lower lip before it slipped into her mouth and stroked lightly against her own. She let herself get coaxed into a gentle duel, their tongues twirling and teasing around each other.

She slid her hands from Rachel's hips up her back until she could tangle them in soft, silky locks. Rachel murmured softly in the back of her throat as Quinn tugged lightly and pulled her deeper into the kiss.

Above her, Rachel's hips began to rock. She let out a soft sigh as Quinn rocked back. The pace was steady, unhurried. A slow, pleasant grind as they kissed. The ache between her legs, satiated mere moments ago was back, bringing with it a gentle warmth that encompassed her.

Quinn kept one hand tangled in Rachel's hair, cupping the back of her head, cradling it as they kissed while her other hand began to make it's way down Rachel's body, fingers playing lightly along the curve of her shoulder, down the ridges of her spine, along the countour of her ribs. She felt Rachel shiver at her touch, knew that if she slipped her hand beneath the fabric of her shirt, she'd find goosebumps. She slid her hand up to cup Rachel's breast, kneading it gently through the fabric of her shirt until she felt her nipple harden against the palm of her hand. She pinched it lightly, enjoying the way Rachel hissed and her hips jerked out of rhythm.

Slowly, she slid her hands down Rachel's torso and slipped them beneath the waistband of her flimsy cotton sleep shorts. A smile of delight crossing her features when her fingers found abudent wetness, and no panties.

Rachel let out a soft sigh and slid her hands from the arm rest to Quinn's shoulders, fingers clenching reflexively as Quinn swirled her finger through the wetness coating her lower lips. She canted her hips forward, towards the touch and Quinn's fingertip slipped inside. They both moaned at the sensation and Rachel nipped at her lip lightly.

She pushed her finger deeper into Rachel's center, twisting and curling it as she did to brush against the slightly spongy ridges she found there. She pulled out and added a second finger, feeling the soft, velvety walls stretch to accomodate her.

Rachel sighed into her mouth and then pulled away, dropping her head into the crook of Quinn's shoulder. She bit down gently on the skin just above her collarbone ad Quinn began to thrust in and out.

Quinn enjoyed the faint sting where Rachel's teeth bit into her skin in contrast to the pleasant chills she got from how it felt to have her fingers buried in warm wetness. She curled her fingers as she pulled outward, earning herself a quiet gasp and another nip as Rachel's hips rolled with the motions of her thrusts.

She increased her pressure, and her pace, causing Rachel to push herself up, bracing herself against Quinn's shoulders for leverage. It had to be one of the sexiest things Quinn had ever seen, Rachel sitting astride her, pupils blown, hair a tangled, sweaty mess, lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode her hand.

"God, you're beautiful," she whispered. "Come for me," she demanded, thrusting up into Rachel as the other woman's hips rocked down to meet her. "Come on, baby."

"God, Quinn." Rachel's voice was low and breathless. "Oh. God."

Quinn brought her thumb up, pressing it against Rachel's clit and her head fell forward, her chin resting against her chest as she rocked harder.

Above her, Rachel's body coiled tight with tension and stilled for a brief moment before her eyes fluttered shut and shivers coursed throug her. A low, gutteral moan passed her lips and slowly, she sagged forward to lie against Quinn once again.

Quinn wrapped one arm around her back, cradling her gently as she slowly pulled out. Rachel sighed softly and burrowed into her, head tucking in under her chin. Quinn pressed a kiss to the top of her head and stroked soothing circles up and down her back, her eyes drifting closed as she found herself being drawn back into sleep.

Authors Note: So, yeah, Faberry smut and not much else. Sorry. (not sorry) I figured you guys wouldn't mind too much.