Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Notes: I do believe someone requested a Faberry centric chapter...
Warning: Sexual content, sorta.
Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.
Thanksgiving...
"Where's Santana?" Rachel asked as she walked into her bedroom.
Quinn looked up from her spot on the bed, "She left to spend the morning with B and her family."
"She'll be back in time for dinner though, right?"
"This is S," she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, "the day she turns down free food, all Hell will freeze over."
"Well with the way Coach Sylvester pushes her it's no wonder she needs to eat so much."
"S loves it, she wouldn't give up Cheerios."
Rachel walked over to her girlfriend and stood between her legs, "I wouldn't be able to do it."
"You'd be surprised at the things you can do Rach," she took the other girls hands within her own and pulled her as close as she could.
"Yeah..." she bent down and pressed her lips sweetly to the ones below her, "maybe we shouldn't talk about what I can do."
"Ok," the blonde placed a firmer kiss against the lips that had just been pressed to hers, "better?"
"Much," she smiled as she loosely wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and kissed her again.
Quinn broke away, trying her best to keep her laughter inside.
"What's so funny?" Rachel asked.
"I hate to ruin the moment," Quinn chuckled, "but the smell of baby spit isn't exactly a turn on..."
"What?" she looked down at her top, "Oh damn it, I thought she'd got it all on the towel." Rachel stood there a moment, her lower lip between her teeth as she gave it some thought, "I can fix that." She released her girlfriend and her hands went to the hem of her shirt.
"Rach..." Quinn eyed her warily, "your parents..."
"Left to go to the store," she said calmly, "apparently it takes two of them to pick up a jar of cranberry sauce."
Hazel eyes darted from the body in front of her and the open bedroom door, "What about Charlie?"
"With Dad and Daddy," she noticed the look of confusion on the face of the girl she had come to love, "Daddy said it'd give us a chance to get ready for dinner." Rachel's hand cupped Quinn's face, "Stop looking so worried, besides you've already seen me naked," she attempted a joke.
"In fairness I wasn't really looking," she swallowed back the lump in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to rid her girlfriend of her clothing but she was beyond apprehensive, she wasn't sure how much self-control either of them had.
Her hands returned to the hem of her shirt and she lifted it over the top of her head and tossed it to the ground, "Well now you can," she said feeling rather bold, if she was honest she had felt more confident and sure of herself ever since she had stood up to Finn, she wasn't better, she knew that, the nightmares still made their appearances here and there and she knew that she still had her limitations but she also knew that she would never know her limitations if she didn't try.
Quinn looked in awe at her girlfriend, her eyes taking in the expanse of flesh revealed before her, the swollen breasts clad in a simple black bra, the slightly faded scar atop of a breast and along the collarbone, the stretch marks curtousy of pregnancy that she knew all too well. She wanted to reach out and touch what was before but she didn't know if she could, if she should.
Rachel sensed the blonde's reluctance and took ahold of Quinn's hands and guided them to her skin, "It's ok," she whispered.
Quinn nodded and licked her lips without realising what she was doing, "You're so beautiful."
"Quinn?" she spoke quietly.
Her eyes flicked up to the pools of chocolate bearing down on her, "Hm?"
Rachel lowered her face so that it hovered just centimetres from the ex-Cheerios, "Shut up."
"Not a problmph," her words were cut off as Rachel mashed there lips together.
Quinn's hands went instinctively to Rachel's waist, her thumbs tucking into the belt loops of the girls jeans. "Mmmm," she broke away from the kiss, "this isn't going to work."
It was Rachel's turn to look confused.
The blonde schooched back on the bed before reaching forward and pulling her girlfriend down on top of her.
The dark haired mother propped herself up, one hand either side of the mass of gold, "Better?" she smirked.
Quinn nodded.
Her lips grazed Quinn's as she uttered, "Good."
"Shut up," Quinn retorted, not lost at the fact that she was repeating Rachel's words as she closed the small distance between them.
A tongue darted out, begging entrance as it slid along a lower lip. It wasn't long before the tongues were in their familiar duel, probing the cavern of the others mouth. Quinn's hands ghosted along the bear skin of her girlfriend's back. Rachel's hands wandered her counterparts sides. Neither girl could tell who had rolled them so that they were on their sides. A pale hand pressed against tan flesh drawing the body closer to her own while a tan hand dipped under the cotton barrier and danced along the bottom of a ribcage. Gasps and sighs permeated the air. Legs entangle and hands grip to pull them closer. Delicious friction starts to build. Heat radiates from cores. A soft whimper escapes from swollen lips. Teeth graze against tongues. Bodies move together, rolling and grinding with each other. A hand tentatively snakes itself further upwards and cups a thinly covered breast, gently kneading the mound.
"Rach..." the moan gave away her arousal, she wanted this, she wanted to keep going but there was that nagging fear at the back of her mind. It wasn't worth the risk, she wouldn't do that to her again, she couldn't, she wouldn't. Her body refused to listen as she pulled her girlfriend closer to her.
Rachel peppered kisses along the length of Quinn's neck, she wanted to feel more of the girl beside her.
"Rach," she tried to clear her head, to overrule her body, to ignore the building pressure between her thighs, "baby, stop."
She pulled back, her eyes filled with worry as they locked with Quinn's, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she lied, she didn't want to tell the girl her fears, she didn't want to make her feel guilty.
"Then why..."
"I just..." she tried to catch her breath, "I'm not...ready..." it wasn't quite a lie, she knew that she still had her own issues to work around.
"Oh God," Rachel pulled back, "Quinn, I'm so sorry, I didn't think."
"Shhh," the blonde pulled the panicked diva back and wrapped her arms around her, "it's ok, I wasn't exactly thinking either."
"I didn't mean to put you in that situation."
"I think I put myself in that situation as soon as I pulled you on top of me," she laughed hoping that it would ease her girlfriends guilt and panic.
"I didn't do something..."
"No baby, you did nothing wrong," she pressed her lips to the mass of dark tendrils, "my brain just decided to catch up with what we were doing, that's all."
The pair lay in silence as they tried to calm themselves, neither one of them sure as to what to say, both of them highly aware of the way their bodies craved the other.
"I guess," Rachel cleared her throat, "I should go shower, get ready for dinner."
"Yeah," Quinn sighed, she hated that she had made Rachel feel guilty for something out of her control, "mom will probably be here soon."
"She doesn't have to help with dinner, you did tell her that right?"
"I did," she carefully disentangled her limbs, "but she wants to. I'm more shocked by the fact that there's actually going to be turkey."
"It's thanksgiving Quinn," she shook her head, "why wouldn't there be turkey?"
"Erm..." she looked at her girlfriend disbelievingly, "you're vegan."
"I know that, thanksgiving is the one time throughout the year that Dad actually cooks meat."
"Wait, so you're dad isn't vegan?"
"No, just Jewish," she laughed.
"How did I not know this?"
"Because we've never been out to dinner with my parents, that's when Dad gets to have his meat fill or when he sneaks in a burger."
"Wow...I can't believe I didn't know this."
Rachel kissed the tip of the blondes nose, "It's your first thanksgiving with us, how would you have known?"
"So he had burgers and stuff at the barbeque?" her face contorted in confusion.
"Probably," she shrugged, "I honestly wasn't paying attention to who was eating what."
"And your daddy's ok with this?"
"Of course, although he usually makes dad brush his teeth before he kisses him," Rachel rolled her eyes, "they're weird but that's how they've always been. Daddy goes to mass at Christmas."
"Ok now I'm beyond confused."
"I'm sorry baby," Rachel smiled warmly, "but that's life with the Berry's, nothing is as straight forward as it seems I'm afraid."
"And I thought you were the enigma," Quinn laughed, "turns out you get that from your parents."
"Well, they do say the apple doesn't fall from from the tree," she giggled.
"Apparently so," the blonde mused before playfully slapping her girlfriends behind, "Ok, no more confusing me go get your butt in the shower."
Author's note: Hi guys, you should all go thank my best friend Davis B.P Thank you for always being my number one reviewer and helping me to get all these ideas out and onto paper (so to speak). Also a big shoutout to MikA-FaberryLuver4395 for proofreading for me.
So I plan to see this story through, right until the very end but I feel it's only fair to warn you that it will NOT be anywhere close to the length of Dirty Little Secret. As you may or may not have noticed my chapters are generally around the 1,000 word mark and that's the way they're going to stay unfortunately. I have to focus on real life issues that are interfering with my writing. This said I'm tempted to do another sequel following the girls throughout various stages of their lives - a few chapters on college, Beth's first day at school, possible engagements, how friendships change, etc. what do you all think of this? Do we like this idea?
Not decided on what the next chapter is going to be just yet. I have a few ideas in my head. It will NOT be Hanukkah, I know that much, I don't know enough about it and I haven't got the patience to be researching it. I may do Christmas and focus on the girls with their girls or I may skip ahead and maybe do a new years chapter of the girls with their friends, maybe Santana can have a party and Rachel could get drunk (now that could be interesting couldn't it?) lol what do you guys think?