Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Rache finally calls Quinn out on her hot one moment, cold the next behaviour. I did my very best with this but I'm not a smut writer, this chapter was incredibly difficult to write. Also before anyone gets on my case each and every survivor of rape deals with sex in their own individual way, there is no right or wrong way so please don't yell at me because you're not happy with the way Rachel handles it.

Warning: Mature content. One or two swear words thrown in with a whole dash of lady loving.

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.

Rachel snuggled into her girlfriends side, the pair lay on the blondes bed, a dull glow filling the room from the TV. "Quinn?"

"Yeah Rach?"

"Did you orchestrate this?"

Quinn let out a small chuckle, "What would make you think that?"

"It's a Friday night," she began to list the reasons, "it's Pucks week with Beth, my dads all but demanded that I take a night off and that they have Charlie, and your mom...actually, where is your mom?"

"Believe it or not, she's on a date."

"Wow...good for her."

"Yeah, hopefully this guy is nicer than my dad ever was to her."

Her hand rested atop a flat abdomen, her fingers tracing lazy shapes, "So it's really just us?"

Her girlfriends fingers were making her skin tingle, "It's really just us," she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat, "mom said she'd be late, which I'm not even going to give deeper thought to."

"Probably best not to," Rachel agreed.

The couple fell into a comfortable silence as they watched but didn't pay much attention to the film playing.

Rachel's fingers dipped beneath the material of Quinn's shirt, the pads of her fingers gently massaging the milky skin.

"Rach..."

"Hmmm?"

"You're making it very difficult to pay attention to the movie..."

"Am I?" she asked faux innocent.

"You know you are," the blonde laughed as she rotated her body so that she was facing her girlfriend.

"You won't see much of the movie facing this way."

"And why do I feel that was exactly your plan?"

Rachel's fingers trailed along her girlfriends side, "Well it only seems fair that I have a plan of my own seeing as you planned tonight so that we could be just us," she countered.

"Oh really?" an eyebrow arched playfully. Her eyes were focused on the lips in front of her and she subconsciously licked at her lower lip.

She rolled onto her side so that she was flush against the blonde, her fingers resumed massaging a hip, "Are you going to keep talking or are you going to kiss me?" she challenged. There was no denying that she had gained some of her former confidence back.

Lips came crashing together, teeth banged against teeth, tongues sort out each other.

Things between the girls had been difficult, not in the sense of their relationship was on the rocks but in the sense that they were trying to balance school, babies and each other, unfortunately the latter of those suffered the most. They were trying to work out a way in which maybe they could have one day a week or every other week where it could just be them so they could have a chance to be intimate together but it was hard. Both girls were full of pent up sexual frustration despite the fact that they had both been secretly experimenting, getting to know their bodies or in Rachel's case getting reacquainted with her body, they'd been learning their limits.

Quinn's hand went to the back of Rachel's neck and pulled her closer, she couldn't get enough. It had been...she wasn't even sure how long it had been, but it had been too long since their last make out session and she had craved the girl beside her. She knew in her head that it would have to stop after a short while, there was only so much self-restraint she could show, but that didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to enjoy herself for the time being.

Rachel slowly inched the material of her girlfriends shirt upwards, her fingers dancing across the skin as it was revealed. She couldn't deny that she wanted Quinn, she wanted to feel skin against skin. Her nails lightly raked over abs, eliciting a moan from her partner.

It wasn't long before they had reached a familiar position of thighs pressed against heated centres. Gasps and moans filled the air. Hips gyrated, enjoying the delicious friction it created.

Rachel broke off from the kiss and placed hot open mouthed kisses against the pale column of Quinn's neck.

Flames licked at their insides as pressure began to build. She knew she had to stop, if they didn't she would only want more and she couldn't have it. It wasn't fair to expect more no matter how much her girlfriend was to blame for making her want her this way.

"Rach," her hands went to the brunette's shoulders and gently pushed her away, "we have to stop."

She gasped hungrily for air, "Is something wrong?"

"No," she distanced herself from the body beside her, the temptation was too great.

"Then..." she didn't understand, this had become a regular occurrence and she couldn't deny that it hurt her feelings every time the blonde made them stop and pushed her away, "what?"

"It's nothing," Quinn pressed her lips to her girlfriends forehead.

"That's not true."

She forced herself to sit up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, "It's not important Rach." She made her way over to the TV, the film they had been watching had come to an end, "What do you want to watch next?"

Rachel couldn't help but feel angry, "Yes it is!" she yelled as she scrambled off the bed and stood with her arms folded across her chest, "You do this every time!"

Quinn sighed and ran a hand through her hair, she knew that eventually Rachel would say something, "Rach, it doesn't matter. Can't we just forget about it and enjoy the rest of our night?"

"No, Quinn, we can't! Not until you explain to me what's going on. One minute you're all over me. You want me, I know you do, I feel it! And then the next...it's like you remember what happened and you realise that I'm not-"

"Don't you dare finish that!" Quinn snapped, "Don't you dare say that I see you as tainted or anything like that!"

"Then what is it? Are you not ready?"

"No," her voice was low, she really did not want to be having this conversation, "nothing like that."

"Then what is it?" her anger had died a little but her determination remained just as strong, "Just tell me!"

"Because you don't think you're mine!" she rounded on her girlfriend, all her frustration pouring out, "You still think you're his! Because I've triggered you before and I REFUSE to do that again!"

"Oh Quinn..." Rachel stood there processing her words, "that happened months ago..."

"That's not the point."

"Things have changed since then," she stepped closer to her girlfriend, "I'm better than I was then."

"I won't do that to you again Rach," Quinn said sadly, "I can't...I don't want to be the reason you have to feel it all again."

"You won't be," Rachel assured her softly.

"You don't know that."

"Hey, look at me," she gently lifted her girlfriends face up and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, "do you trust me?"

The blondes brow wrinkled in confusion, "I don't understand."

"Do you trust me?" Rachel repeated.

"Of course I do, you know that."

Rachel's hands went to the fly of jeans, her delicate fingers unfastening the button.

"Rach...I don't know..."

"Trust me," she pressed another kiss to her girlfriends lips, "ok?"

Quinn nodded silently as she watched tan fingers finish unfastening jeans.

Rachel gently took her girlfriends hand and guided it across her hips and down between the denim of her jeans before slipping between the cotton of her panties. She drew a shaky breath as she guided Quinn's fingers through her drenched folds, "I'm yours, Quinn."

Quinn couldn't prevent the "Fuck," that fell from her lips as she felt her girlfriends slick folds.

"You did that," Rachel uttered quietly, afraid that if she spoke too loudly she would ruin the way in which the woman she was in love with was looking at her, "I'm not thinking of anyone else but you when we're together. I'm completely yours."

Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat. "And what about these?" she asked, her fingers ghosting over the scar on Rachel's collarbone.

"It's just skin, Quinn." She looked her girlfriend in the eyes, "Look I'm not saying I'm all better now. I have good days and I have bad days. Today's a good day and I'm tired of letting him hold me back." Rachel could see the fallen look on the blondes face, "But more importantly, I want to share the good days with you. Today's a good day and I want to share that with you and only you."

Quinn nodded as she digested everything, she wanted so much to believe that this is what Rachel wanted but she was so scared of triggering the girl again. If she was honest with herself she had noticed that Rachel's night terrors had been fewer lately, ever since she had put Finn in his place and beaten several shades out of Santana.

She gently cupped her girlfriends cheek, "I want you, Quinn," she uttered barely above a whisper. Her eyes were dark with want, she wasn't sure if Quinn realised it or not but her slender fingers were still dipped between her slick folds.

The fog in her mind seemed to lift all at once and she was very much aware of the situation she had found herself in. She wanted this, more than anything. Quinn dipped her head and captured Rachel's lips in a heated kiss, her free hand cupped the back of her girlfriends neck and pulled her closer.

Rachel's hands gripped Quinn's hips as her tongue darted out, seeking permission to enter her partners mouth. Her hips rocked of their own volition causing movement from her girlfriends fingers. A moan rippled through her chest, she needed more. Hands still gripping hips she guided them back to the bed, stopping when her knees hit the mattress. She tugged on the hem of Quinn's shirt as she broke off the kiss. "This needs to go."

Quinn nodded and carefully eased her hand from the confines of Rachel's jeans. She removed her shirt, "There," she smiled, "and now you need to get on the bed."

Rachel eagerly scooted back on the bed and waited for her girlfriend. Quinn was quick to join her and carefully hovered over the girl she loved, "Is this ok?"

The tiny brunette nodded as she wrapped her arms around her neck, "I promise if I'm not ok with anything I'll tell you," she pulled Quinn down and kissed her sweetly, "and I want you to promise the same, ok?"

"Deal," she nodded.

"Good." She pulled Quinn down on her so that their bodies were pressed together, her hands wandered the skin of her girlfriends back as their lips connected once more.

Their lips made silent promises to each other, hands went in search of skin and gradually assisted in the shedding of clothing, eyes carefully take in the revealed vulnerableness that's only shared between lovers. They lay on their sides drinking each other in, their hearts hammering in their chests, their breathing ragged.

"You're so beautiful," Quinn breathes out.

Cheeks begin to flush, "I'm not..." she's suddenly questioning herself. Even if it is a good day and she's not thinking about what he did to her, she's still covered in scars.

She's not sure how but she knows what her girl is thinking, she carefully takes her arm and presses butterfly kisses to the faded scars that litter her arm, the scars from the night she had originally found the fallen star. "You can argue with me all you want Rach," she looks into chocolate pools and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose, "but you are the most beautiful girl in the world to me."

Her fingers trace from the shell of an ear and along the jaw line, "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiles before leaning forward and pressing her lips to the ones in front of her.

She relishes the feeling of heated skin on heated skin as she captures her girlfriends lips with her own. She wishes she had more than two hands, she wanted to be touching Quinn everywhere, she needed to map her body, every inch of it.

Lips meet in a tender kiss, silent promises and unsaid 'I love yous'. Arms pull each other closer, melting their chests together causing nipples to graze one another. The pressure shifts, a tongue begs for its partner and a gasp escapes. A tan hand trails across milky skin, fingers brushing against the side of a breast. Passion reignites and consumes them, delicate fingers knead firm buttocks. They know this dance, it'd been one they had become all too familiar with whenever granted the chance. It was less than half an hour ago they were doing this dance, only with clothes on. They knew the music by heart but now the steps had changed, were changing, the steps were evolving.

Her muscles relax as she lets her mind go, she didn't have to worry, not anymore. It was ok to feel the way she felt and to want the things she wanted. She wanted them even more now that Rachel had given her a taste. She briefly wonders if she should be feeling scared about what was happening, it was all new territory and she had no clue what she was doing. What she did know was that she couldn't wait to dip her fingers back between her girlfriends wet folds.

Rachel felt her blonde counterpart slowly letting go and handing herself over to her but could feel that her mind was still a little clouded. Breaking away from their heated kiss she pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of Quinn's neck before sucking and nipping at her collarbone. Her hand palmed a full breast before she rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, smiling triumphantly at the moan it elicited from Quinn.

She could feel her arousal pooling between her legs, Rachel's lips had always felt good but who knew that her teeth could feel just as good. Every inch of her skin felt as though the nerve endings were exposed and Rachel's hands were there to trace searing patterns. Her hand moved the small of her back to her hip before slipping between their bodies and dipping between their bodies before freezing suddenly.

The smaller of the girls stopped the mark she was working on and brought her hand to cup her girlfriends cheek. "Quinn..." she lifted her face level to the blondes and kissed her deeply.

It was all she needed to know, this was what they both wanted. Slender fingers trace swollen outer lips before slipping between them and idly running the length of the slick slit. "Oh God," she swallowed the moan that threatened to rip through her, "...I did this..." it wasn't a question or a statement, but more a reflection of the marvel she felt at having caused such a reaction.

"Mhm," she presses her head to the one in front of her, her hand grips a shoulder as fingers begin to tease her sensitive bundle of nerves. She bites her lip, "You did this, I'm yours," her breath hitches as fingers work back and forth through her wetness, alternating between drawing tight circles around her clit and dipping ever so slightly into her entrance, "only yours."

"Mine," she murmurs against bruised lips before surging forward, reenlisting them in the tango. She swirled her index fingers around Rachel's hot, tight hole gathering wetness as she did so before dipping her finger into the channel slowly. First knuckle, second knuckle, until her finger was buried deep inside her love.

Rachel whimpered into Quinn's mouth in pleasure, if she'd known that just having the other girl inside her would feel so good she would've tried to have sex long before now. She bit down on her lower lip as the blonde began to move the digit in and out. She had no idea when it had happened but she soon found herself moving her hips to the pace that was being dictated to her. She tugged an earlobe between her teeth and suckled it gently before husking, "You feel so good."

Hearing that she was doing a good job only spurred the blonde on and she picked up the pace, twisting and turning her finger as she thrusted. She thought the sound of Rachel singing and laughing were her favourite sounds but the noises the coming from the small diva right now were quickly climbing the ladder to claim the top spot.

She buried her face in the crook of the sweat glistened neck, her breaths coming out in pants. She forced her hand between their bodies and between Quinn's thighs to be greeted with the blondes arousal and instantly set about writing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

"Fuck Rach!" It caught her by surprise and caused her movements to falter. She knew she was soaking, she could feel it on the inside of the tops of her thighs. She knew what she wanted, after all, she'd taken the time to learn what she needed to feel good. "Please baby..." she never anticipated that she'd be the type to resort to begging, she hadn't done with Noah, "I need you." The words had barely left her lips when Rachel complied and slid her a finger all the way inside of her. "God..." she rested her forehead against Rachel's, their hair sticking to their sweaty skin as she returned to her movements, "I love you."

Rachel mimicked her girlfriends movements and matched her thrust for thrust. Her voice caught in her throat, "I-I l-love you too."

Lips collide, slip and slide. Hips gyrate, meeting with each thrust. Palms brush against sensitive nubs. Whimpers, gasps and moans permeate the air. Arm muscles begin to burn from exertion. Bodies begin to wind tight.

Her usual eloquence is nowhere to be found, "Q-Quinn I'm gonna, I'm gonna...oh God."

She pressed her lips to her counterparts, "Let go, baby."

Her small frame stiffened and jerked as release overcame her, her girlfriends name on her lips. Hearing Rachel moaning her name was all it took to send Quinn over the edge. They never stopped moving, drawing out each others orgasm and riding the waves of pleasure as they washed over them.

Coming down from their highs they gently separated themselves from each other before Quinn lay on her back and Rachel wrapped and arm and leg around her and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder.

She pressed a loving kiss to the mess of dark hair, "Are you ok?"

"More than," she smiled and nuzzled her lovers skin, "are you ok?"

"I really am."

"Good," Rachel sighed in content.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Quinn reached for the blanket and pulled it over them, "Can we stay like this?"

"Forever."

Author's note: As always a massive shout out to Davis B.P, she's had to listen to me for months (literally) about this chapter and how much of a bitch it was to write. So what do you guys think? Does it suck on an epic scale? On a scale of 1 to 10 how much did it suck? Just so I know for future reference as to whether I should write sex chapters or just make a fleeting reference to their sex life and that be all. I'm thinking of doing a chapter of the girls reflecting on their first time, thoughts? Yay, nay? Possibility of Santana making an appearance if I do, you know, the whole OMG you've had sex! deal LOL Please R&R, it really does help me to get motivated to write and I could use motivation if this story is ever going to get finished. I don't know when my next chapter will be so for now happy holidays everybody!