Author's Note: Set between Under Every Scar and Just Give Me A Little Bit More. Slightly expanded from the original drabble but still more teasing than pleasing.

You Make Me Feel

You make me feel like a candy apple,
red and horny.
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
in a centerfold, the girl next door.
~Feelin' Love, Paula Cole

Rachel lets herself into Quinn's apartment with the key that Quinn had given her. It's been a long day, and they'd had a minor snafu with the third set change during the evening's performance, and she's so ready to leave this day behind her. Imperfect shows always put Rachel in a funk, and she really just wants to crawl into bed and cuddle up to her girlfriend. The apartment is dark and quiet, and Rachel kicks off her shoes and sheds her jacket before she pads to the bedroom and cracks open the door, peeking into the pitch blackness of the room.

She tiptoes inside, careful to be quiet because Quinn is obviously asleep, and twists her hands into the hem of her shirt, ready to tug it up over her head when two arms unexpectedly wrap around her from behind, pinning her hands down against her sides. Rachel jumps in surprise, letting an embarrassing squeak slip past her lips as her heart stutters and trips from the unexpected burst of adrenaline. "Quinn?" she gasps, hoping it's her girlfriend and not some serial killer lying in wait to murder up-and-coming Broadway starlets. The body pressed against her back certainly feels like her girlfriend.

"Shh," Quinn coos against her ear, making her shiver. "Come here," she murmurs, gently spinning Rachel around.

Relieved that it is, in fact, Quinn who's holding her, Rachel gladly complies, slipping her arms around Quinn's waist and melting into her as she eagerly seeks out her mouth for a very welcome kiss. But Quinn's lips only ghost over hers with the softest caress, curving into a smile before she pulls away. Rachel huffs in muted annoyance at being deprived of Quinn's talented mouth, but Quinn is already urging her back until her legs bump against the chest at the foot of her bed. "Sit," Quinn orders, giving Rachel's shoulders a gentle push.

Rachel frowns, but does as Quinn requests and sits. The room is still dark, but Rachel's eyes have adjusted just enough for her to see Quinn's form in the shadows.

"Stay," Quinn commands.

"What am I? A dog?" Rachel questions, only half-jokingly.

Quinn laughs lightly and steps around her, walking to the nightstand beside the bed. Rachel cranes her neck around in an attempt follow Quinn's movements, but suddenly, the room is filled with a smooth, sexy beat, and Rachel's breath catches even before Quinn snaps on the lamp and turns, revealing her body clothed the short skirt and fitted jacket of one of her business suits, paired with black, fishnet stockings and high heels.

"Quinn," she rasps, pressing her hands down into the hard wood beneath her to keep herself from tipping forward and sliding off the chest in shock.

"Patience," Quinn warns with a sexy smirk, swaying her hips in time with music as she dances around the bed, just out of Rachel's eager grasp. She clicks on a second lamp on the dresser, bathing the room in a soft glow before she returns to stand in front of Rachel. "You did say that this was one of your fantasies," she reminds her as she closes her fingers around the bottom button of her jacket and slips it free.

Rachel whimpers softly, her eyes hopelessly glued to Quinn's every, sensual movement. Long, skilled fingers move certainly up over the material, popping buttons one by one, until the jacket falls open. Quinn slowly lets it slide off her shoulders, playing hide-and-seek with the skin beneath while Paula Cole sings about feeling the Amazon running between her thighs. Rachel completely sympathizes, feeling exactly the same way as she watches Quinn finally—finally!—allow the jacket to slide all the way down her arms, catching it on her fingertips.

Quinn smirks knowingly as she tosses it to the floor, moving her hands on a slow path over the toned, pale skin on display beneath the lacy, black bra that accentuates her breasts to perfection. Then she spins around to give Rachel an eye-level view of her ass encased in that sinful skirt—hips still swaying in slow, voluptuous movements. Quinn turns her head and glances back over her shoulder, watching Rachel's face as she sinks down into a low dip in time with the music before rising back up and reaching around for the zipper of the skirt.

"Oh, my God," Rachel whispers, barely believing that this is really happening, even when the skirt loosens and Quinn shimmies it down over her hips, revealing the tiniest pair of panties that Rachel has ever seen her girlfriend wear and—Holy Barbra!—a garter belt holding up those stockings.

Quinn turns around again, dancing closer to Rachel. "Like what you see?" she asks coyly.

Rachel's hands come up to Quinn's hips, feeling them sway back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.

"You are so sexy," she murmurs in awe.

Quinn straddles Rachel's waist, sinking down and dragging her own hands over Rachel's very awake and eager body. "And all yours tonight," Quinn husks, leaning down to nip Rachel's lips.

Rachel moans, gripping Quinn's hips more tightly and trying to deepen the kiss, but Quinn laughs and evades her attempt, slipping back off of her lap to a groan of disappointment. But then she's dancing for Rachel again, moving her body in the most erotic way, and Rachel decides that maybe it really is all about the teasing—though she's sure they'll get to the pleasing before the night is through.

They'd better get to the pleasing, because there's no way Rachel is going to be able to sleep after this without finding some kind of release. The song that Quinn had chosen to accompany her striptease is only exacerbating Rachel's state of arousal—she makes a mental note to ask Quinn where she found it because Rachel is definitely going to want to hear this one again so she can come back to this moment over and over and over.

Quinn reaches behind her back to pop open the strap of her bra with one talented hand before she lets the straps slide down her arms and carelessly tosses it away. Rachel's mouth goes dry, and then she's left nearly breathless when Quinn gracefully spins around and sinks down onto her lap, curling her hands around Rachel's thighs to brace herself as she rolls her hips back. Rachel whimpers, biting her lip as she wraps her arms around Quinn from behind and glides her palms over Quinn's smooth skin until she's cupping her breasts—fingers brushing against hard nipples. "I can't believe this is happening," Rachel breathes out loud this time and presses her lips against Quinn's shoulder.

Quinn chuckles again, low and throaty, before she quietly sings, "You make me feel love, love, love," along with the music.

Rachel shudders—the husky tones of Quinn's voice vibrating through her body and settling heavily into every one of her pulse-points. She drags one hand away from Quinn's breast, down over her stomach until she can slip it between Quinn's thighs, making Quinn stutter over the words to the song.

Quinn encircles Rachel's wrist and gently guides it away from her body, slipping out of her eager grasp only to turn around and straddled Rachel's lap again, leaning down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. Rachel groans in pleasure and molds her palms to the curve of Quinn's ass, pulling her as close as she can while Quinn continues to rock her hips in time with the music. Rachel barely even hears it anymore, too consumed with the feel and taste of Quinn spilling over her. Her fingers catch on the elastic of Quinn's garters, and she scrapes her nails against the clasps, attempting to pop them open.

Quinn eases her lips from Rachel's mouth away ever so slightly. "You're not being patient," she chastises gruffly, closing one hand over Rachel's.

Rachel determinedly frees one clasp despite Quinn's effort to stop her. "You're not currently naked with my head between your legs, so I think I'm displaying considerable restraint," Rachel argues breathlessly.

Quinn's eyelids flutter. "Fuck," she hisses, her head tipping back and her hips jerking erratically.

"Yes, please," Rachel begs, dipping her own head to suckle the tempting skin of Quinn's elegant neck.

Anymore teasing and she just might spontaneously combust right here under Quinn's very talented body—and while that's not necessarily a bad thing, Rachel really wants to enjoy some mutual pleasing before Quinn completely reduces her to a quivering mess. Thankfully, Quinn seems to be on the same page, twisting her own fingers into the hem of Rachel's shirt and dragging it up. Rachel only leans back far enough to let Quinn pull the material over her head before her mouth is back on her girlfriend's body.

"You're not wearing a bra again," Quinn murmurs as she lightly scrapes her nails over Rachel's back.

"One less thing for you to take off," Rachel mumbles against her skin.

A sultry laugh tickles against her ear. "But I enjoy stripping you as much as I enjoy stripping for you."

Rachel shudders again, closing her eyes in silent praise of the goddess on her lap before she pulls Quinn close and kisses her senseless. She's definitely feeling love—and so many other really amazing things—and she plans to spend the rest of the night making sure that Quinn feels exactly the same way.