Quinn cried out loudly as Rachel pressed into her so so deeply. Her legs were wrapped securely around Rachel’s thighs leaving her completely open to the depth of each thrust. It had been too damn long since she had felt her lover and she wanted to feel this for days after.
Can I …? Can she what? Quinn couldn’t think too hard in her current state, well anything except about wanting, no strike that needing to come and come soon. But as Rachel gestured helplessly between them and she felt the head of Rachel’s cock swell, the blonde clued in. “Oh! Fuck, yes please. I want you to come inside me, Rachel. Fill me with you like we’ve haven’t been able to before. Make me remember I’m yours.”
Quinn’s fingernails bit into the tender flesh of Rachel’s back as Rachel’s thrusts picked up in intensity, the wet sloshing sounds of their combined friction filled the small space. Quinn held Rachel’s gaze until a particularly deep thrust stole her breath and her eyes slide shut. The closer Rachel got to orgasm the more Quinn felt inside her, the head swelling just so, the ridge of the underside of her cock dancing along her g spot.
“Come, baby. I want to feel you let go.” Rachel sharply nodded as if she were unable to hold off even another second and with a series of low grunts, Quinn watched in awe as pleasure washed over the features of Rachel’s face, the brunette’s body convulsing as each pulse of come shot from the tip of her cock into Quinn’s waiting pussy. The sloppy sex sounds of their combined essence along with the rhythmic tiny movements of Rachel’s cock along that sweet spot inside her pushed Quinn over the edge. A low keening cry tore from her lips directly into Rachel’s ear as her hips lifted from the mattress, grasping onto Rachel as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Spent and sated for the moment, Quinn allowed her body to relax, releasing the brunette from her tight embrace. Arching up, she caught Rachel’s lips with hers hoping to convey everything she didn’t have words for as she struggled to catch her breath. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Quinn’s words were dizzying, her writhing, her loud cries… Rachel stood no chance, and soon enough she was spilling her come deep inside Quinn’s body, animal, beautiful. Quinn’s pussy was designed specifically to milk her cock she thought as the already tight muscles fluttered around her throbbing shaft and finally, finally just clamped down, pulsing around her, milking her, sucking her deeper.
Whenever they came together, Rachel felt like a fucking goddess.
As they both came down from their high, Quinn kissed her heatedly, whispering loving words that made her heart flutter wildly in her chest. Rachel didn’t answer though. Why? Because they weren’t done yet, and there would be time for cuddling after.
Pulling out her half-hard cock just to the head, Rachel rose to her knees, her dick swimming shallowly in Quinn’s well-fucked pussy, only to push back in again without warning, causing Quinn to squeak out. Her full lips lifted into a smirk as she began to push and pull. It wasn’t even close to hard, but Quinn had been fucked raw already. She went this way for less than a minute, just admiring the way Quinn’s spent body milked her to full hardness again, jolting erratically as she grew accustomed to the endless stimulation.
Once she was throbbing again, Rachel pulled out completely, leaning down just to press a soft kiss to the inside of Quinn’s bent knee, her eyes smoky and predatory.
"You should see yourself right now," she purred, ducking between Quinn’s legs to get a better view of her still-glistening pussy. The insides of her thighs were slick with the force of Rachel’s fucking. Rachel pressed a hot, wet kiss closer to her core.
Crudely, Rachel’s fingers came up to spread Quinn’s swollen, pink lips. Her cock lurched, still wet and cool in the outside world. Some animal sound growled from within Rachel’s throat, low down inside. It was the view. It did terrible things to her self-control.
"You have such a beautiful pussy." she whispered, her breath hot on Quinn’s even hotter flesh. The scent made Rachel’s eyes close, as she dipped her head, dark brown hair tickling the insides of Quinn’s thighs. She was taking it slower this time. Slower, dirtier. Her mouth closed around Quinn’s entrance, tasting the unique flavour of Quinn mingling with something that Rachel had to assume was herself. It was brand new. She had never done this before, not after that.
Her tongue glided along the oversensitive slit up to her clit where she paused and just looked for a moment. Hard, pressing out of its tender hood, red and raw from Rachel’s bullying fingers. Beautiful. Mouthwatering.
"This…" she took the overstimulated bud between her thumb and finger, rolling it at an agonizing pace, massaging. Quinn’s hips jumped, a high keen escaping her. "This is mine." she said boldly, flicking her thumb over the exposed head of her clit.
Her mouth replaced her fingers, sucking the bundle of nerves into her lips and sliding her tongue over it cruelly. This time, when those pale hips quaked, Rachel held them down, giving her no escape from the overwhelming sensation.
Quinn’s pussy clenched around nothing, Rachel knew, because when she looked down again she could see her own white come peeking from her entrance obscenely.
"Fuck," she groaned, reaching between her own legs to grip her cock at the hilt, slowly dragging up on it.
She stroked herself with a firm grip as her mouth went back to Quinn’s slick pussy, mouthing over every inch, her tongue exploring those most private places. It was all slow, it was all about build up.
"Tell me how you feel." Rachel said in that sultry voice that made Quinn clench again. "Talk to me, baby." she wanted to hear that colorful vocabulary describe every sensation.
Quinn whimpered as Rachel’s finger toyed with her clit. Her body was on fire, every movement of Rachel’s hard cock inside her felt new and different. Whether it was merely the thought of no barrier between them or not Quinn couldn’t say, but God this felt amazing, intensely more than anything they had done before. She felt loved, adored, appreciated with each thrust of the head of Rachel’s cock so deep inside of her.
Rachel’s soft lips on her neck made her quiver and clamp down hard trapping Rachel inside her. “I can’t stay up like this, baby. Please.” She wasn’t completely sure what she was asking for, but she needed Rachel to take control, to guide them.
A sigh of contentment escaped her open lips as the brunette rolled them over, her back sinking into the soft mattress. Her fingernails dug into the soft delicate skin of Rachel’s back sure to leave red streaks in their wake. Rachel’s hips pistoned into her, forcing the air from her lungs with each hard stroke. In this moment, Quinn felt everything – need, desire, adoration and love all bubbling inside her until it overflowed manifesting itself in a stream of indecipherable words.
Her eyes were closed and she clung to the brunette as if she were a lifeline. It had been weeks since she had felt the press of her lover’s body over her, surrounding her and she knew she wouldn’t last long.
Quinn’s mouth sought the warm skin of Rachel’s shoulder alternating from soft licks to sharp bites without rhyme or reason only knowing she needed every bit of what she could give to and take from her lover. “I need you so much. Fuck me, baby.”
With Quinn above her, rolling those hips and squeezing her so perfectly, Rachel fell in love that little bit more, most especially when she admitted in a breathless tone that she couldn’t stay up there like that. Whether it was a stroke to Rachel’s ego or a case of being charmed by how Quinn said it in that baby, help me tone, Rachel didn’t know or care.
She rolled them in a smooth twist, falling between Quinn’s hips, still buried inside her to the hilt. A soft breath escaped Quinn so beautifully it made Rachel whimper out, burying her head into the soft and private crook of her pale neck, hips gaining rhythm again. Out of sheer desperation and the newness of Quinn’s hot, wet pussy clenching to her throbbing cock, Rachel’s hips increased in speed.
Blunt nails dragged down her back and Rachel arched, lengthening herself; feline, feminine. She cried out, her voice low and breathy in the base of her throat, just a simple “Oh,”
Holding herself up on an elbow, her forearm balancing her precariously, Rachel reached back and ran her palm over the curve of Quinn’s pale, tensed thigh, gliding smoothly until she hooked her hand behind her knee and hiked it up around her waist that bit more, adding to the leverage. Teeth sunk into her skin again and again, between kisses and licks.
"You’re gonna leave marks," she panted, only vaguely aware of the words coming out. It was said with a lift in her lips though. She liked it.
As they fucked at a near punishing pace, hard, hard, hard, Rachel felt the pull at her heartstrings for something more, for a softness. For a break from teeth and heavy hips.
With a strength that came from who-knows-where, Rachel pushed herself up enough to free her shoulder from the grip of Quinn’s possessive teeth— her skin was going to be a parade of purples, blues and browns in the morning.
She didn’t say I love you, because Quinn had to already know that. She didn’t tell Quinn how much she needed her, because that was evident in the way her hips were losing pattern, moving without that fluid motion that allowed her to hit that one magic place each and every time. She didn’t say anything at all, but she clumsily pushed some sweaty blonde hair from Quinn’s forehead with her fingers and leaned down, kissing her shiny nose softly, in great contrast to how desperately they clawed at each other elsewhere, hips smacking loudly and crudely.
She looked between them just to see her thick cock slide from Quinn’s beautiful pussy utterly glistening, drenched in her arousal.The sight alone made her balls tighten, more than a little ready to let go.
"Im close," she breathed, throat too tight to moan, her brow furrowed the tiniest bit. The idea of coming inside Quinn with absolutely nothing between them was more than a little bit hot in that moment, in fact, the idea alone made her cock swell inside those hot walls. She was swaying on the razor’s edge, but her insecurity pulled at her before she could drop.
"Can I…" her cheeks flushed a bright red, more embarrassed than she had been in a while to have to ask at this precise moment. But it was important because what if Quinn changed her mind right now, what if it reminded her too much of Puck? (Ew, she thought. She pushed extra hard, like it was proving some point. Like Quinn was hers, not anyone else’s.)
She just had to check Quinn didn’t want to her to pull out right now, that she wouldn’t regret it…
Quinn growled low, her body humming in sweet frustration. Her hips rolled desperately into Rachel’s teasing touch needing …. more. “So ready for you. Please.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she begged aching for Rachel to touch her underneath the now soaked cotton panties, but the brunette’s deep brown eyes were dancing with mirth revealing just how far Rachel intended to push and tease before giving them both what they wanted.
With a quick strength born of pure unadulterated desire, Quinn hooked her right leg under Rachel’s muscular thigh and rolled them over onto the soft white comforter on her bed. Settling over her now prone lover, her knees pressed into the mattress as the blonde rolled her hips sharply; the warm wet material of her underwear teasing the exposed head of Rachel’s cock. Her eyes slid shut head thrown back, the sensations overwhelming as Rachel squeaked her approval and dropped her hands to clutch at Quinn’s hips.
“Too many clothes, baby. Off now.” Quinn’s speech was reduced to small words gasped out in panted breaths, but she couldn’t be bothered to care right now. Raising up on her knees, her fingers clawed at the waist band of Rachel’s pretty pink boxers yanking them down those deceptively long legs leaving them for the brunette to kick off on her own, or hell, leave them binding her ankles because Quinn was single minded now in her need to have Rachel inside her and soon.
Quinn cried out sharply as Rachel ripped her panties from her hips, the seam tearing in her haste. Rachel bit her lip sheepishly, but the photography simply found it incredibly hot, sexy even, the corner of her mouth turning up in that patented smirk to reassure her lover. Dropping her hips down, their naked bodies rocked together for the first time in three long ass weeks. Relief washed over Quinn and she felt as if she were home now, the girl underneath her was home.
“I love you. Just …. I love you.” Quinn whispered huskily, her hand ghosting between their bodies fingers wrapping around Rachel’s straining erection. “I’ve missed this so much.” Quinn’s nose flared as she stroked up from the base and over the head, precome dripping from the tip. Flexing her thighs, Quinn pushed herself up teasing Rachel’s hard cock along her slit gasping as it bumped her swollen clit. Rolling her hips back down, her pussy pulsed and clenched as she began to take Rachel ust inside her. Finally.
“Jesus.” Quinn cried out loudly, her eyes sliding closed. “So good. So fucking good.”
Quinn was a curious creature, most especially to Rachel Berry. She watched, amazed, absolutely in awe. Quinn was loud, much louder that Rachel had ever imagined before she experienced the real thing. She was passionate and demanding. She was everything.
"I love you too," Rachel’s voice wavered, the very tip of her cock gliding against Quinn’s molten heat. The round texture of herself gently nudging her.
She watched, falling in love all over again as Quinn’s nose flared, her fist stroking upwards. She was cute, she was beautiful, she was perfect.
Quinn cried out absurdly loudly as the first bulk of Rachel’s steel-like cock pushed inside. Rachel couldn’t even breathe, let alone get words out. Quinn was hot, so wet, and tight. Really, really tight. The air whooshed from Rachel’s body all at once. This was it, this moment, with absolutely nothing between them. Wet flesh swallowed her and Rachel could have wept with how good it felt, how magical, how in love.
Rachel’s body arched like a bow pulled tight, arrow poised and ready to shoot. She fought to keep her eyes open, but they were heavy, clouded with lust. Stormy, twinkly dark brown abysses, staring up at the woman who had still only taken an inch or two of Rachel’s throbbing cock.
"You’re beautiful," she breathed, her hands sliding up along the backs of Quinn’s toned thighs, up to cup her ass. Quinn’s abs trembled in a way that made Rachel want to trace the smooth expanse with her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull even an inch of herself out of that sweet pussy.
Bending her knees, legs spread, Rachel pushed her body up, pulling down on Quinn’s hips at the same time. Slowly but smoothly, Quinn’s hips sunk down on her swollen dick. The texture of Quinn’s white hot walls was almost brand new, it was the best thing she had ever felt. That beautiful pussy clung to every inch of her, thighs twitching deliciously.
"Oh…" she gasped, abnormally quiet. It couldn’t be helped, she could barely function right now.
Looking between them, she could see the hilt of her dick and Quinn’s pink, swollen pussy lips parted, stretched around her. Rachel swore under her breath. Secretly, she took great satisfaction from the fact that Quinn always needed a moment to adjust to the size of her.
She pushed up, rocking deeper before the photographer even started moving, rotating her hips, hitting every spot that made Quinn squirm and cry out. Her sweet little clit pushed out, swollen and desperate for friction, contact, anything. Rachel wanted to put her mouth over it and worship it for hours, suck it, lick it, taste it.
Instead, gathering the strength of a goddess, she pulled herself up in a sit-up motion, curling one arm possessively around her girl’s waist. Skin on skin, it was warm, excruciatingly. Skin was damp, Quinn’s pale, silk, Rachel’s golden. Her free hand immediately snaked between them, a single fingertip lifting Quinn’s clit and stroking over it harshly. It made the blonde jerk and clamp down.
Rachel groaned out suddenly, louder now, her lips and nose nuzzling against the damp crook of her lover’s neck. Would it be dorky to say thank you for this? Probably. “Oh God, you feel so good,” she whimpered.
“You know, we could always call room service to order food. Frank would be happy to entertain us with his wit.” She teased unnecessarily because there was no way in hell this didn’t end right here and right now with the two of them all fucked out in a sex coma that might not lift for days. Each press of Rachel’s lips on her skin took what little remained of her breath away. Quinn’s fingers wound in long silky dark hair holding her close desperate to maintain the contact her body had craved for these three long weeks.
“I cannot believe you are here right now. But …. I thought you couldn’t make it until this weekend?” Quinn’s words came out in an overwhelming rush, adrenaline spurring her forward and clouding her lust filled mind. “God, but it’s not like I am complaining. Not complaining at all.”
Her slender fingers cupped the back of Rachel’s neck urging her upward until their lips met in a kiss that spelled out the promise of hours of pleasure that lay ahead, tongues danced languidly as lips were sucked and bitten, deep soulful kisses that spoke more than words could ever convey.
“I love you. I love you and I’ve missed you. Never again this long.” Quinn whispered against Rachel’s still open mouth. “Now I need you to make love to me, Rachel Berry.”
Quinn’s deft fingers trailed over the soft skin of Rachel’s back flicking the clasp of her bra open as her hunger continued to grow. Fingertips lazily trailed the loose straps down tanned arms until the silky garment joined the tshirts on the floor. Arching her back, she lowered her head; breath teasing the stiffening peak of Rachel’s dusky nipple. Her tongue gently stroked the pebbled flesh rolling lazily around the sweet skin before sucking it into her mouth; dual moans permeating the small space.
“Touch me. Tease me. Take me. Make me yours.” Quinn demanded, hips pressing up and into Rachel’s denim covered hard cock as her fingers burrowed into her short blonde hair.
Quinn was calling tall orders for someone who was gently rolling an oversensitive, hard nipple in her hot, hot mouth. How was Rachel supposed to do all that when she could barely keep herself from collapsing now?
She whimpered out her pleasure, rocking her hips forward into the covered heat between her girlfriend’s thighs. Her cock ached in her shorts, probably leaving a small wet spot on the front of her girly, pink boxers, fitted tightly around her throbbing eight inches.
"O-Okay," she stammered, not entirely convincingly. But she had never let Quinn down before, so… Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to pull back enough to properly undress the two of them. But first things first, her shorts. She needed to at least flick the button because they were feeling dangerously tight. They looked it too, with Rachel’s cock bulging out obscenely against the denim.
As soon as the button was popped, the pressure of her cock pushing forward was enough to force the zipper down without any assistance. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her ego grow a few sizes, because yeah, she was that hard. All for Quinn, too.
For now, she didn’t care too much about her own state of undress. As soon as there was a let up on the pressure against her crotch, her lips were hot and possessive on Quinn’s neck, almost clumsy in her haste. But god, could you blame her? It had been three weeks without tasting her girlfriend’s skin, her lips, her secret spots that nobody else got to know about. Rachel was starving for her.
Open-mouthed kisses drifted southwards, skimming the smooth expanse of skin curving into that pretty dip between her two breasts. Without missing a beat, Quinn arched up and Rachel reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It was almost well-practiced, but Rachel preferred to think they just knew how to read each other, how to bounce off each other’s needs and wants. She preferred to think they were perfect together, rather than simply familiar. They were perfect.
Trailing the bits and pieces of that no-good bra against Quinn’s body, Rachel was finally invited to see her fully topless glory. Her girlfriend’s sensitive nipples hardened in the cool air immediately, so responsive, just begging Rachel to suck one into the heat of her mouth. And who was she to say no to Quinn Fabray’s body?
As her plump lips took the hardened bud between her lips, her teeth decided to play too, gently, ever so gently propping it between the hard ridges of her teeth. Quinn’s body tensed and shuddered while Rachel toyed with the other breast, massaging it in her palm, admiring the weight of it.
Her tongue suddenly flicked against the stiff nipple trapped between her teeth without warning, making Quinn jerk up and cry out. She could feel the shimmery liquid gathering at the tip of her cock, those swollen inches nearly quivering with lust for this woman.
As she kissed her way to the other breast, her hands unceremoniously yanked down Quinn’s pants, bunching fabric in her hands, and with the assistance of her girlfriend’s wiggly hips, they were gone, leaving her in nothing but saturated panties clinging to her folds, her swollen lips and the hard little press of her clit.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up, lips still suckling softly on Quinn’s nipple. Well, she did ask to be teased, Rachel reasoned in her mind as their darkened eyes met. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, her hand slid between them, gliding just a fingertip along her slit, up to her clit, still above the underwear.
"I can already feel how wet you are," Rachel purred, lightly rubbing Quinn’s clit through the fabric cruelly, teasingly. In her back pocket was a strip of condoms, should they need them. You know, just in case… And her cock was desperate. The head could now be seen poking from the white waistband of her soft pink boxers, blushing a deep, dark red and spilling pre-come generously.
"Are you ready for me, baby?"
Quinn fought the urge to growl possessively when the elevator dinged, the door slid open, and Rachel pulled away from her. How dare the stupid thing interrupt them and all because someone else had the nerve to want to use the elevator. Her gaze leveled on the person waiting to enter and she felt her face flush as realization struck that it was in fact Steve, one of the other photographers in her program.
Clearing her throat as the door slid shut thankfully leaving him outside of the tiny confined space. “Well, uh it looks like I will have to explain to Steve that you are in fact my hot girlfriend from New York and not some stray.” While Quinn had been social while here and they had all gone out for drinks and stuff, they were all aware that she was Taken with a capital “T”.
“Speaking of, get your sexy ass back over here and kiss me, woman.” Quinn purred out crooking her finger in a come hither motion. She sighed contentedly as Rachel slid back over to her side and re-captured her lips in a slow deep kiss that curled her toes. She whimpered into Rachel’s mouth as the other woman’s teeth nipped at her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth leaving no doubt that Rachel needed this as much as she did.
Quinn’s hands found purchase on Rachel’s hips, yanking her by the belt loops until their bodies were flush and Rachel’s barely restrained erection was heavy and pressing into her. Quinn rocked her hips forward seeking more contact only to be cock-blocked again by that damn elevator chime. The photographer huffed impatiently more than a little grateful that this was in fact their floor.
Disentangling only enough to grab the handle of Rachel’s luggage, she offered her other hand to Rachel and led them both from the elevator before the annoying thing could chime again or close and make them ride to other floors. As far as Quinn’s impatience was concerned, this little trek had taken enough time already.
Taking the sharp right out of the elevator, Quinn directed them until they came to a stop at the last door on the left. “Card key is in back pocket if you want to grab it.” Quinn teased with a smirk and a wink. Sure, she could have dropped Rachel’s hand or let go of the handle on the case, but this would be much more fun.
Rachel’s pink, kiss-swollen lips pulled up into a smirk, standing outside Quinn’s door. It was strangely exciting, almost like the end of a third date that went extraordinarily well. She imagined a scene just like this before anything ever happened between them. Scenes of them both giddy and swept away in the excitement of the night, lingering outside the door into Quinn’s apartment. She used to picture how their giggles would die out into adorable matching smiles. She pictured being invited into the familiar apartment and how Rachel would chance a kiss on the inside.
But that wasn’t the case. They weren’t just dating, they were… they were serious, and Quinn was giving her those eyes. Those go-on-I-know-you-want-to eyes. Her cutesy dating ideals would have to wait because right now, her hands were far too empty and her cock was aching for Quinn’s attention, to put it quite bluntly. She needed more than a few sweet kisses.
She stepped in closer than close. Was there even a breath between them? Rachel held eye contact the whole way as she slid her hand around her hip and down into Quinn’s back pocket smoothly, ignoring the press of the card in her hand and instead, cupping the satisfying curve of Quinn’s gorgeous ass. As she did, she tugged Quinn into her a little harder, grinding her cock forward. The friction almost made her whimper out. Almost.
"I think I found it," she winked playfully, leaning up on her toes to give Quinn a teasing little peck on her lips before retrieving the card key and disappearing from Quinn’s grip. She swiped them in and they both tumbled past the door. Her pink luggage, complete with bedazzled tags and her signature written with a star below it was forgotten by the door in an instant.
Rachel’s hands went to Quinn’s jaw and her already rumpled t-shirt, pulling her into a fierce kiss this time. Quinn tasted like coffee and her clothes smelled very faintly of those chemicals she used in the darkroom. She adored it, strangely. It wasn’t a great smell or anything, but it was so Quinn, and since Quinn found her passion in photography, the blonde was always vibrant and alive when she came back smelling of that stuff, like she’d had more fun than most knew what to do with.
"I missed you," she panted into the kiss. With the way they were kissing, she couldn’t express what she was really thinking about the scent of Quinn’s clothes on and off for the last however many years. ‘I missed you’ would have to do for now.
Taking a step back, she peeled her own shirt off, throwing it to the floor carelessly before taking back the lips taken entirely and exclusively by her. Her hands wandered up under Quinn’s t-shirt, hot and greedy and so very deprived. It was mad because she had gone without sex for much longer than three weeks before, and it had never really been a problem. But since Quinn went away, she had been desperate for it.
Her hands curved up the dip in Quinn’s feminine back, and then round, feeling the protrusion of her ribs, little bumps and ridges, the texture of soft skin. She was full of Quinn Fabray again, in love and so very lucky.
Again, Rachel shed another layer between them, this time hanging from Quinn’s flawless form. She fumbled with the t-shirt and threw it next to her own, revealing planes of pale, silky smooth skin.
"God, I missed you." she groaned out with an entirely different kind of meaning this time. She missed Quinn’s stomach, she missed the smooth valley between her breasts, she missed the swell of them and she missed those pretty bras. She missed her hips and… God, she couldn’t contain herself anymore. She pushed her girlfriend back to the bed, falling on top, long dark hair tickling her bare shoulder for just a second. Her hips nestled between Quinn’s thighs deliciously, her cock throbbing and heavy behind the denim of her shorts, pushing into Quinn.
With the beautiful girl laid out in front of her, she began to explore and remember with small, soft kisses, her nose brushing the outward press of her collarbone. “I can’t believe I’m here,” she whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with exactly how much she missed out on her girlfriend.
Quinn quickly sucked Rachel’s thumb into her mouth desperate for any and all contact. Releasing it with a pop, she ducked her head cheeks flushing at mention of the voice mails especially the last one where she had thrown her phone down after. “Yeah, about those voice mails, I’m uhhh sorry. I was rude.” Quinn tilted her head slightly a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips in a look she could only hope was puppy dog cute. “Forgive me?”
Despite potentially being in trouble, the tiny tugs at the hair on her neck made her clench, desire already pulsing between her legs. “Jesus. I’ve missed you so much.” Quinn whimpered out completely lost in her girl standing right here in Chicago, no more miles between them.
“I don’t want to give Frank a show. His little gay eyes might bleed if I do what I want right here in the lobby. So, upstairs? Quinn pleaded while drowning in deep brown eyes. “Wait. Are you hungry? I have snacks in the room or if you really need food right now we can go out.”
The blonde no more wanted to go out than the man in the moon but once she got Rachel up to her room she doubted seriously they would be leaving any time soon and probably wouldn’t be presentable enough to even answer the door properly. It had been three excruciating weeks since she had been skin on skin with her girl and she needed that contact as much as she needed air, maybe even more than that. She wanted to feel Rachel buried inside her breast to breast, mouths fused until they had to breathe. Quinn gasped as the realization washed over her – with the week she had started taking the pill in New York and the three additional weeks here in Chicago, Rachel wouldn’t need a condom. There would be absolutely nothing between them.
Clutching Rachel’s hand in hers, fingertips grasping perhaps a little too strongly, she made a reach for Rachel’s luggage grinning broadly at the bedazzled luggage tags adorning the very Berry pink cases. “Right…. so food?” Quinn dropped her voice to a mere whisper, desperation and desire making it low and husky. “Or my room first?”
She should have known the moment her thumb disappeared between Quinn’s lips (which wasn’t exactly a normal greeting on Quinn’s part, was it?) that the blonde had in mind something far, far from food. It hit her belatedly, with the beginnings of an erection threatening her in her already dangerously tight shorts. Honestly, almost anything set her off these days. Getting laid regularly and then going cold turkey had done nothing for her self control.
Her full lips pulled into a sexy grin, dark eyes suddenly deep with a new kind of excitement.
"I’m sure there’s plenty to eat in your room." she drawled out, dragging her eyes down over Quinn’s body appreciatively, slowly and deliberately so Quinn knew there was absolutely no question about what Rachel wanted.
Taking a pale, talented hand into her own (oh those hands… she was already throbbing.) Rachel dragged her over to the elevator, and clumsily pressed at the floor she mostly just hoped Quinn would be staying on (5 made sense, right?). The doors dinged behind them and up they went. Rachel considered pouncing, just slamming her against the wall and attacking her lips. But she wasn’t in the mood for that really.
With a coy smirk, she closed the space between them slowly, gently backing her into the mirrored wall. They kissed slowly and softly, with little teasing pulls at her lips. When she pushed her hips forward, the outline of her erection could be felt against Quinn’s thigh.
Her hands drifted to her ass as they kissed, cupping and pulling her even closer. It wasn’t particularly smart because the more they touched, the more they kissed, the harder she grew. She swelled until there was an extremely noticeable bulge in her already revealing shorts. And they weren’t at Quinn’s room yet. In fact, they hadn’t even reached the fourth fl—
The doors pulled open and there stood a young man with a clunky looking camera slung around his neck. He blinked at the two women, standing frozen outside the elevator. Rachel took an awkward step back, subtly trying to cover her hard on at the same time. She really hoped that guy wasn’t working with Quinn but the chances were not on her side, judging by the jazzed up camera he was wearing.
The doors slowly slid shut agaoin before he broke out of his daze and stepped in. They remained alone all the way up to the fifth floor. Rachel couldn’t help but dissolve into playful giggles.
"Whoops." she grinned.
Quinn dropped the receiver back onto the hotel phone, her eyebrow arching in confusion as she pushed herself from the bed with a great effort. She was emotionally exhausted, anger bleeding into worry (and okay still back to anger every little bit too) as she had still yet to hear from Rachel. It was out of character at this stage, sure the actress was prone to distraction and sometimes lost track of the time, but it had been hours without a single word. She couldn’t help the tiny thought in the back of her mind that maybe Rachel was out with her new friend, Sally – or was it Susan or Shelby. ugh whatever.
Jemma Watson? The blonde shook her head without a single clue who this person was but she guessed she would go find out. Running her fingers through her short blond hair to tame it slightly, she checked her reflection in the mirror and smoothed her now wrinkled cream t-shirt attempting to look at least presentable. Snatching the key card from the table nearest the door, Quinn inhaled deeply flinging the door open and plodded along one somewhat heavy step in front of the other until she reached the elevator. Her fingers tapped incessantly on the call button her impatience evident as she leaned against the wall.
The journey down the five floors to the lobby was short and Quinn was growing increasingly interested in who this Jemma Watson might be and what she wanted with her. The sharp ding announced the elevator car’s arrival at the first floor and the doors opened. The blonde surveyed the area quickly but upon not seeing anyone turned her attention to the front desk. She quirked her eyebrow at Frank in question, and he simply waved with flourish and pointed toward the seating area nearest the street exit.
Her gaze inched along the open space until it landed on a red sneakered foot tapping the smooth tiles. Her breath caught a little as her heart rate picked up. Those shoes! It couldn’t be right? Red sneakers had to be fairly common, but God those looked like Rachel’s shoes. Maybe she just missed her even more than she thought because now she was seeing her girlfriend who undoubtedly was 790 miles away in what had to be someone else’s worn red shoes. Wishful thinking, it had to be.
Stepping around the pillar, Quinn stopped dead in her tracks her heart threatening now to beat out of her chest. Her mouth dropped open in shock, in surprise, in utter awe because yes, indeed those well worn beautiful fucking shoes belonged to one Rachel Berry. A small entirely unattractive squeak wormed its way past her lips when all intelligible words flew out of her head.
Time slowed to a crawl, and as if in a movie running frame by frame, Quinn willed her feet to move forward to close the distance between them. Tears clogged her throat as the last bit of space between them disappeared and her arms wound their way around the most beautiful brunette in the entire world. Pulling her close, bodies flush against one another, the blonde hugged her tightly barely resisting the urge to lift and twirl her around.
“What … ? How … ? Just … God, baby. You’re here for real?” Quinn mumbled into Rachel’s soft dark hair as her lips placed repeated kisses along her forehead and cheek. Well it wasn’t poetic, but her girl was right here, in her arms, after 3 very long weeks and a very trying day.
Rachel suddenly found a familiar body flung at her and she grinned into the flurry of kisses placed along some invisible path that only Quinn could see. Warmth spread through her, her cheeks flushing with excitement, giddy laughter bubbling up. But she barely got a chance to look at the girl attacking her with love, so playfully, she batted the photographer away, eager to get a proper eyeful. What she found made her heart melt a little bit. A crinkled, vaguely familiar cream shirt hung from her tired-looking form, and her hair looked a little ruffled like she had been running her hands through it all day, the way she did when she got all stressed and huffy. Rachel wrinkled her nose, remembering that it was probably her fault. Whoops.
"No, I’m here for pretend." she teased, leaning up on her toes to press a soft kiss to the tip of Quinn’s cute nose. She took a second to swing one arm around her girlfriend’s neck while her other hand affectionately smoothed out the stray blonde hairs sticking out unnaturally. "I got your messages." she added with a raised eyebrow, her lips pulling into a small smirk now she was sure Quinn wasn’t going to castrate her for ignoring her all day. "But Secret Agent Jemma Watson was on a mission." she grinned while her hand drifted from soft honeyed hair to her smiling cheek, her thumb tracing her girlfriend’s lovely pink lips. "I missed you," she said softly, sobering a little.
All the while they exchanged their heart-shaped gazes, that guy behind the desk who Rachel had become less than fond of was watching the embrace with new interest. The girls, or at the very least Rachel was oblivious to him for the moment, lost in the tiny space occupied only by them. Nothing existed beyond their couple-shaped bubble.
"Shall we go to your room? Or get food, or… Whatever." she shrugged, toying with the shorter blonde hairs at the back of Quinn’s neck, still smiling softly, gazing into her girlfriend’s greeny-hazel eyes like they were both the stars of the latest sappy rom-com to hit the movie theaters.