I'm a recent New York resident and NYU student.
I'm an English major and a film studies minor, but I'm sure that's interesting to nobody but myself.
I enjoy hot coffee and good music.
As well as good movies and even better books.
(Just an RP)
- Rachel: I demand to know why you didn't tell me about this sooner.
- Rachel: Were they talking about me? Did they love me??
- Rachel: They didn't mention anything about me being naked, right?
- Quinn: I just heard them mention the musical. No specifics, but I'll be sure to eavesdrop harder next time, babe.
- Quinn: Somebody came into work today talking about Spring Awakening. I had to hold myself back from interrupting her conversation just to tell her I'm dating the star.
- Quinn: Hi, baby.
- TAGGING→ Rachel Berry, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce
- LOCATION→ Brittany and Rachel’s living room
- TIME FRAME → January 17th, evening.
- GENERAL NOTES → Faberry and Brittana spend some quality time together.
Everything still felt so new. It was like learning to speak a foreign language and only knowing the basic words, or learning how to walk all over again and these were the baby steps. But Rachel already wanted to run. It was all so new but it still felt so natural. The way her body would react to Quinn’s touch, the way her girlfriend seemed to know exactly what she needed, the way she wanted to touch Quinn and make her feel what she felt too.
And it felt good.
It was unfuckingbelievable. Quinn was gently moving her leg little by little into a position where she couldn’t help herself, she had to rock against it. And her voice… her voice was probably the sexiest thing Rachel had ever heard in her entire life. It was sultry and low and thick with desire. It was shaky and told Rachel that she was so new to this and eager, but she loved it. Every second of it, and that was all on Rachel. Rachel was doing this to her.
She was still brand new to this herself, and reading Quinn’s body wasn’t always easy, but she could tell she was fighting for something else, something more. Her hips arched from the bed, she clamped down around Rachel’s fingers and she could feel herself getting worked up again as she slowly but shamelessly rode Quinn’s leg.
Rachel arched her body down, breasts pressing against Quinn’s, her fingers finding a better rhythmn now, now she was more confident that Quinn was okay, that she wanted it, needed it just as much. With each stroke inwards, her palm would grind against the swollen bud of Quinn’s clit and the girl would make all kinds of delicious sounds, getting louder and louder.
She kissed a line across Quinn’s cheekbone lovingly, moving her fingers faster, harder, deeper. With each thrust she moved herself too, bringing them both closer and closer, only she wouldn’t get to come again just yet — although…had Quinn always been so vulgar? And had Rachel always liked that?
Full lips began to drift to Quinn’s tense, elegant neck, kissing, sucking, biting near old marks. She left another, thrilling at the way Quinn tensed again, squeezing around her fingers. When she pulled away from the hot curve of her neck, her own lips were a darker red, swollen, and Quinn’s neck was bruising where Rachel had made her claim again. Mine.
As Quinn got closer to the edge, their moves became more frantic, less measured and more clumsy, acting on instinct alone. Her thumb sought out her clit again, even though the angle was awkward, but Quinn’s hips jolted up and she moaned into the shared kiss, nails dragging against tan skin. Fuck.
“I want you to come for me, Quinn,” Rachel purred, massaging the spot she found deep inside that made Quinn tremble all over, while her thumb bullied her clit, speed increasing, bodies moving in primal ways. “Fuck,” she panted under her breath, almost entirely to herself as she all but humped Quinn’s thigh.
Quinn had no idea what to do with herself as she rode the edge of release. One hand found purchase on Rachel’s forearm gently digging into the skin there as Rachel’s wonderful fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her other hand found her own breast palming it roughly as her hips bucked up. The blonde mewed and keened making sounds she didn’t even know she was capable of especially when she felt Rachel riding her thigh leaving a patch of wetness there. Quinn couldn’t handle it.
She felt as if she wasn’t in control of her own body anymore as Rachel sucked on her neck without a doubt leaving a series of marks and bruises that she didn’t even care about needing to find a way to cover up. She’d wear those marks with honor showing the world that she belonged to Rachel Berry. ”Rachel,” she panted over and over again as she pinched her own stiff nipple getting ready to topple over the edge. ”Don’t you dare stop,” she whined as Rachel’s quick fingers found her clit. Quinn’s hips rocked upward trying to get as much friction as possible with those delicious digits bringing her closer and closer to euphoria.
Then Rachel was asking her to come, and since when as Quinn ever denied her girlfriend anything? The blonde’s back arched clear off the bed like a tightly wound bow. ”Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted unable to form another other words that were more than a syllable. A sharp moan escaped her lips as she finally toppled of the edge. Quinn’s entire body was pulsating and she couldn’t help the smile plastered on her face. ”I love you so much right now,” she chuckled finally opening her eyes.
The taller girl gasped a bit as Rachel withdrew her fingers from her suddenly feeling empty without them, but still so sensitive. Quinn sat up on her elbows noticing the other girl still gently moving her hips trying to gain friction. ”You look so gorgeous like that, Rachel.” She said letting her eyes trail over every inch of Rachel’s body. The mused hair and flushed cheeks, the perky breasts that Quinn couldn’t get enough of, the toned abdomen that she could practically see fluttering, then that glorious womanhood. Still so wet as it glided effortlessly against Quinn’s own thigh. She bit her own lip and she reached out to put her own hands on Rachel’s hip gently guiding her movements. ”Do you want to come again baby?” She asked feigning innocence as she flexed the muscle in her thigh.
Oh god, no, why was she stopping?! Her explanation came as soon as her dazed eyes focused, in the form of a pink dusting across flawless, pale cheekbones. Was she really still insecure? Even now, while she had Rachel naked and throwing obscenities into the air, body glimmering in a light sheen of sweat as she rocked up and into everything Quinn gave her? How?
She felt a hand re-position at her entrance as Quinn crawled her way up and a new wave of excitement left chills crawling up her skin. They shared a kiss so sensual, so erotic that it could have been filmed for use in a college level chemistry class. They were undeniable together. And as she dragged her tongue along Quinn’s shiny bottom lip, she tasted herself with dizzying clarity, even more so when their tongues found each other. That, combined with Quinn’s fucking teasing drove her insane. She moaned out desperately, wantonly, rolling her hips up. Finally, a finger slipped inside her, and—“Quinn!” She arched her hips from the bed, pushing against Quinn’s hand, taking her deeper. Quinn found a steady rhythm at a torturous pace that had Rachel’s nails sliding down Quinn’s slightly damp back, keening like some sort of animal. “More, baby, I need more.” one hand clumsily grabbed a head of blonde and pulled her into a deep and heavy kiss, but it was quickly broken when Rachel hungered for a taste of skin, kissing along her jaw, her neck, hot and open-mouthed. “Give me your fingers,” she groaned out against Quinn’s already-bruised, delicate neck, kissing over the dark patches like she might be able to soothe them now. Another finger slid into he, filling her deeper than she had ever been able to with her own on those frustrating nights alone, with Quinn’s name on her lips. Quinn had really long fingers. Really long, amazing fingers. They were magical. At times, she honestly thought she’d come before Quinn from grinding on her thigh alone. “Don’t stop, don’t st… Oh!” she lost her words in a breathy gasp when Quinn touched on something she hadn’t ever felt before, causing her to cling to the girl above her like she was her very lifeline, her walls clamping down on those magical fingers.
Closer, closer, closer. She could hardly breathe, but every breath came hot and heavy. Quinn was moaning with her, it was the most amazing thing, the hottest thing. Light red marks lined down Quinn’s back, following her curves down to her ass where Rachel didn’t bother to shy away from groping handfuls. Quinn cursed, Rachel moaned out because of it. Everything was frantic and nothing existed beyond them, their slick bodies, the thick air heavy with the scent of their love making.
The final straw was when Quinn whispered out those next four words. “Come for me baby.” she purred, fucking her with long, deep thrusts, faster and faster. Rachel clamped down around her, crying out and arching each time those fingers curled just right. She was a fast learner. Rachel couldn’t hold back any longer. She cried out, Quinn’s name hot on her lips as she rolled her hips into Quinn’s hand. Distantly she acknowledged hard rocking of Quinn’s hips into her own and that just drove her all the more wild. Her orgasm hit her hard and she pulled Quinn into a clumsy, heated kiss, moaning into it as she rode it out. “I love you, I love you,” she panted, chanted. It was the best ever, the best thing she had ever felt in her whole life. So much better than orgasms she managed by herself. As her arching, tense body collapsed back to the bed, she took Quinn with her, their curves fitting comfortably. Fingers gently eased out of her, making her whimper and squirm again, still so sensitive. Rachel just kissed her hard, no real words back to her mind yet. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, capturing her bottom lip and sucking on it. “Be with me forever,” she threw out there carelessly, unable to imagine a world where she didn’t have Quinn’s love. Though maybe it wasn’t the most tactful thing to say.
Oh, but that wasn’t all. It was Quinn’s turn now, and Rachel could tell her girlfriend desperately needed some relief, and almost as desperately she got rid of Quinn’s (now ruined) panties. So Rachel shuffled back onto her knees and drew back the fabric, swallowing hard as she watched unabashedly. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, slinking her way up Quinn’s lithe body again, her own hips cradled by her girlfriend’s legs. This time when she kissed her, she wasn’t as hesitant about moving her hand back between them. They both groaned out into their kisses when Rachel’s fingers first touched on unfamiliar ground. “Tell me where you need me,” she asked, still unsure in her touch, unsure in what was good and what was just okay. Her lips trailed down to just above the rapid beating of Quinn’s heart, dark hair splayed across pale skin while inexperienced fingers lightly teased along her entrance, dragging wetness back up to her clit like she would to herself.
Rachel dragged her fingers lower, away from where they were almost bullying Quinn’s clit, down to her entrance. She was acutely aware of the fact that Quinn had never done this before, and so, so nervous that she’d hurt her. For a moment, she slowed, taking a second to just look into the hazel eyes of her girlfriend. A moment passed in silence before either spoke, each reading into the complex feelings swirling inside. She started with one gentle finger, sliding in with ease due to how deliciously wet Quinn was. Rachel herself couldn’t hold back the groan at the new sensation, and ground herself down against Quinn’s thigh shamelessly, kissing hard at her neck. Quinn felt hot and tight and so, so wet. She felt amazing, Rachel didn’t think she’d ever want to do anything but make love to Quinn ever again in her entire life. And maybe after it too.
She paused, knuckle-deep to check her blonde girlfriend was okay still. With a light swipe of her thumb over Quinn’s clit again, the cheerleader whimpered. Was that good? Bad? She started to move carefully, lovingly, already desperate to add another finger. “Is this okay? Is… is it good?” she asked, nerves creeping up beyond her control, insecurity winding into her voice. “Am I hurting you?” she said, beginning to lightly shower Quinn’s lovely face with soft kisses as if already apologizing.
Finally seeing Rachel reach her climax had to be the most erotic thing Quinn had ever witnessed. The way her eyes slammed shut and her jaw slackened, Quinn wanted that moment forever engrained in her memory. It was just that beautiful. The blonde continued thrusting her slender fingers slowly in and out of Rachel’s slick heat until she was positive every wave of pleasure was ridden out. The sexy little wimper that tumbled out of Rachel’s mouth as Quinn withdrew her fingers almost made her want to already go for round two, but then she remembered the uncomfortable throbbing between her own thighs, and apparently Rachel had too because it didn’t take long for the two girl’s to switch positions.
The completely soaked panties were finally being pulled down her thighs and in any other state of mind she would be completely embarrassed at the fact she wrecked a perfectly good pair of underwear right before Rachel’s eyes. It was taking all of the taller girl’s self control not to close her legs at the knees, but the way Rachel’s gorgeous chocolate eyes were baring into her she wanted her to look. Rachel was looking at her with just love and adoration it made her stomach flutter.
The second Rachel’s small frame was laid on top of hers, the both of them slick with a light layer of sweat, Quinn couldn’t help but buck her hips forward. Her needy clit made contact with Rachel’s abdomen and she couldn’t help but moan out loud. She was fairly certain she could come this way if given just a few moments, but Rachel obviously had other plans. Now curious yet gentle hands were exploring her most sensitive space and Quinn hissed at the first contact. It barely phased her that Rachel was asking her a question. How was she supposed to answer when she was being touched so perfectly. ”Inside, baby. Please,” she whined as the smaller girl continued to test the waters.
From the first contact to her overly sensitive clit Quinn’s hips jumped. ”Yes, Rachel!” The blonde exclaimed in volumes she wasn’t even aware she could reach. ”Don’t stop, baby,” she urged her hips bucking off of the bed needing as much contact with Rachel’s fingers as possible. Then Rachel entered her again and Quinn sighed in relief at the contact to her clit it was all too much. Then Rachel’s words registered to her ears, and if Rachel was hurting her then Quinn must be a goddamn masochist because she didn’t want her girlfriend to stop. Rachel was asking almost timidly and it warmed Quinn’s heard but right now her mind was elsewhere.
“Rachel,” she whined. ”Fuck me please. I’m so close, baby.”
The fact that Rachel went from zero, to basically doing anything remotely sexual with anyone other than heavy make out sessions, to being there with Quinn, completely exposed underneath the girl she loved…it really amazed her. It amazed her and did nothing but to turn her on even more – if that was even possible. Her skin was already being set aflame, body tingly, spine shivering. This was beyond words. It was beyond love, beyond pain, beyond history. Just…so much more than Rachel could ever thought possible. “This is all you,” Rachel said between soft moans, bucking her hips once again so Quinn would understand. Seeing Quinn taste her out of her fingers was about the most sensual thing she’s ever seen. “And I need you.”
Rachel didn’t feel nervous anymore. Even if this was her first time with a girl (and with anyone) Quinn made her feel safe, made her feel that whenever they were together nothing could really go wrong. It didn’t have to be perfect, or like a scene straight out of an erotic film. It didn’t even have to be sex. It would be just Quinn and Rachel loving each other, and that was enough. It would be perfect because Quinn felt like home for her.
The way she was reacting to Quinn’s touch, and her kisses, and her everything was definitely something new. Something else. Rachel couldn’t even begin to think of any words at the moment, she was too busy enjoying everything that was happening. She was having a hard time trying to focus on just one thing, Quinn’s mouth nipping her neck, Quinn’s fingers teasing her clit causing her to buck her hips asking for more, Quinn’s own damp underwear against her thigh…it was just too much.
Oh, Quinn really wanted her. Rachel dizzied, letting out a small whimpering sound that really should have embarrassed her, but didn’t at all. Lusted dark brown eyes found Quinn’s easily and she blinked a couple of times, trying to convey the words, trying to think of coherent thoughts that said ‘you can do to me whatever you want, I’m already yours’. Rachel was already trembling in anticipation, and Quinn was like some sort of expert already. Or just a natural. Or something really good because every move was so sensual, every touch of her lips, every single thing she did… She forgot about nerves, already desperate to be touched. Rachel’s hips moved up slightly, her fingers curling into the sheets. “Oh, God,” she sighed breathily, sinking into the slow and gentle touches for the first time. It wouldn’t be enough, but it was good and she was more than happy to just feel it for a moment. It wasn’t like touching herself, it was… it was different. So much better.
Rachel’s hips jumped, her free hand didn’t know where to go. It almost flailed for a fraction of a second, hovering in mid-air before settling into her own hair when Quinn hesitantly started moving again. Her body arched, her fingers curled into whatever they could. And then there was this, this… oh my god, this thing Quinn was doing where she made her feel so worshiped with that talented, talented tongue of hers. She never wanted to stop. And Quinn kissed her, right there, and… “Fuck, Quinn…” she whispered, all her inhibitions flung out the window.
She desperately tried to buck her hips a few times, to rock them against Quinn’s mouth, but pale, firm hands kept her pinned down and well-behaved so Quinn could properly explore. It added to the excitement of it, if she was honest. Quinn holding her like that, trying to steady her when her body wanted nothing more than to writhe in pleasure all because she had Quinn Fabray’s tongue exploring her in the most intimate way imaginable. “Quinn,” she groaned out wantonly once more. It was embarrassing, how close she was already, but it was also a miracle she had lasted this long.
With every buck of her hips and wimper from Rachel’s lips Quinn felt like she was getting closer and closer to breaking too. She was on sensation overload the view from between Rachel’s legs was heavenly as her back arching and her breasts swayed lightly with every shuddering breath, not to mention Rachel’s hand tangled in her own hair. Quinn didn’t want to miss a single moment. Then there was the musky aroma that filled Quinn’s bed room evidence enough of their love making, the glorious sounds that echoed off Quinn’s bedroom walls. In that moment Quinn was making Rachel sing the most intimate of songs and playing her in ways that nobody else ever had. The blonde her musician and Rachel her favorite song. Together they were music. And the taste. How could Quinn forget the taste. She was sure Rachel was just about the sweetest thing she had ever tasted, and she was developing a hunger that only her girlfriend could satisfy.
As Quinn pulled Rachel’s clit into her mouth laving over the sensitive bud with her tongue she ground her own hips into the mattress trying to get any sort of friction but it just wasn’t working. It was taking all of her self control not to just reach into her own panties and relieve herself, but she wanting this moment to bee 100% for Rachel so with a great deal of force she stilled her own hips from grinding into the mattress and continued focusing on the woman beneath her.
The way Rachel’s breathing was ragged and and her hips jumping it was evident that she was getting close. The blonde released the girl’s clit before placing a final kiss to the girl’s most intimate spot and slid up her body to kiss Rachel on the lips allowing the girl to taste herself. As Quinn pushed her tongue into the other girl’s mouth she slid a single finger inside of Rachel giving her a moment before moving it and entering her with two. ”Are you close, Rach?” She whimpered into Rachel’s ear dragging her long and slender fingers in and out of Rachel’s wet heat. The blonde curled her fingers trying to find the spot she could would make Rachel see those gold stars she loves so much. Not being able to help herself Quinn ground her hip onto the strong thigh she was straddling moaning sharping at the friction between the wet cotton of her panties and Rachel’s leg. ”Fuck, Rachel,” she whimpered rolling her hips one last time before speeding up the pace of her fingers between Rachel’s legs. ”Come for me, baby,” she moaned attaching her mouth to Rachel’s for a kiss that was all a clash of tongues and teeth.
Quinn’s words were exactly what Rachel needed in that moment, some reassurance that the blonde wanted that as much as she did, and god, hearing her call her beautiful gave her the same butterflies it did the first time, and she was sure she was never going to get tired of it. Time seemed to slow down for her, and she kept expecting to hear Brittany’s voice saying that she was home, or for Santana to randomly walk into the room like it would always happen whenever they were alone, but not this time though. Now they had all the time in the world (or well, at least the rest of the night) and Rachel couldn’t wait to show her girlfriend just how much she loved every single inch of her body.
The jeans weren’t impossible, and Rachel sure as hell never seemed so eager to get rid of some clothes before. But once they were gone, she whispered irrationally “Don’t stop” even though she knew Quinn wasn’t going to. Oh god, she was actually in bed with her girlfriend… That brought a new thrill to her. For a little while now she had been riding the adrenaline, the anxiety, the excitement. She had just about forgotten about how turned on she had been, replaced by shy nerves. But now, with silky, light skin being revealed inch by inch, Rachel was beginning to remember just how hot she had been mere moments ago. So she stopped Quinn, bringing her up again to crash their lips together and, almost shyly, Rachel brought her big brown eyes over Quinn’s almost-but-not-quite naked top half. She looked toned and athletic, and that image was only broken by two soft and wonderfully feminine breasts, along with the familiar curves of her waist and hips. Rachel swallowed hard, overwhelmed with the urge to shower Quinn with kisses and nips and licks and whispered words of love that would drift above her skin and make her shiver. But Rachel was shy and only just about capable of bringing her trembling fingers up to trace the outside of Quinn’s bra. She couldn’t tell with the bra between them, but she wondered how responsive Quinn’s breasts were to her touch. And that thought made her blush, made her throb with need.
She leaned in bravely and kissed a path Quinn had kissed on her not long ago, all the way between her breasts. Rachel skipped kisses, grazing her plump lips down, sighing against a place that was so intimately Quinn. “I can’t believe you,” she murmured, almost to herself. Because Quinn was unbelievable, she looked like a goddess for crying out loud, which was a blessing and a curse. Rachel felt weird, she didn’t want to compare herself in this moment, didn’t want to take from the intimacy by being insecure. But she couldn’t help but think that Quinn was far, far out of her league. Kissing upwards again, Rachel nipped playfully at her girlfriend’s collarbone, sucking gently as her hands both came up to cup Quinn’s breasts again, like she couldn’t possibly stay away, like she had only just discovered what breasts are. She couldn’t help it. Inexperience was not something Rachel Berry was fond of, but it was all so exhilarating at the same time. It was creating an unfamiliar stir low in her belly, a knot of anxiety in her esophagus.
“Whatever you want is yours for the rest of the night.” The atmosphere was perfect, it was heavy with lust and love and desire and need, and Rachel felt crushed under the weight of all of it.
She sat up, leaving the two of them in the same position in front of the other. Rachel mimicked Quinn’s actions, removing the blonde’s bra in less than five seconds and… Rachel’s head was dizzy because there Quinn was, completely bare from the waist up and Rachel’s breath… where did it go? Oh it was so gone. This was about Quinn’s first time too and it was about delivering the goods and not disappointing and making Quinn feel loved and beautiful and safe and trusting her and being trusted and… Okay. Right. Touch her. Yeah. When her hands reached out again, she started with neutral touches that couldn’t really go wrong. She started with Quinn’s wrists, delicate and soft and feminine and perfect. Her trembling fingers glided along her forearms, higher, higher, past her elbows and up the backs of her biceps. Hairs rose on Quinn’s arms and Rachel almost smiled in disbelief. She was really doing this to Quinn. Quinn was really reacting like this because of her.
Over her shoulders, and then Rachel decided to be brave. Down her collarbone on either side, sloping towards the dip and then… then lower. Lower to Quinn’s exposed breasts with nothing to stop her this time. She could feel every breath Quinn drew in, feel every time her lungs filled and each time she’d draw back again. Feeling shy, she just had to distract both of them with a kiss before her palms curved over both of Quinn’s breasts at the same time. Embarrassingly, she whimpered into the mouth against her own, excitement, heat, need spiking as two hardened nipples brushed her open palms. All for her. Quinn’s breath hitched and Rachel kissed her even harder, like she might physically push all the love from her own body and into Quinn’s if they kissed long and hard enough. Her confidence grew as Quinn began to shift into her a little bit more, kiss her with more need. She stopped second guessing herself and began to touch with more purpose, drawing a thumb gently over the peak of one nipple. She felt Quinn tense with the soft treatment and again, her own need grew, tightening low in her body like never before.
In a night of revelations, it occurred again that she wasn’t doing this alone. It wasn’t really just about taking Quinn’s virginity and giving her own in return and doing it all to a decent standard. It wasn’t a reflection on her abilities or any of the things she had feared before. It was something they were doing together, and that was important. Really important. Slowly but surely, with each new realization, Rachel’s nerves faded.
Her hands dipped lower, away from Quinn’s chest and down to her smooth stomach. It was toned and way unlike her own. Her fingers reached one of the final barriers between them. “Can I…?” she licked her lips. They tasted like Quinn. Did Quinn’s lips taste like Rachel? “I want to keep going,” she said with warm cheeks and unguarded eyes, dark and open to Quinn’s own.
The blonde couldn’t believe her ears when Rachel said she was hers for the night, and she couldn’t help but moan at all the images it inspired. There were so many places of Rachel’s body she wanted to explore. Expanses of skin she wanted to touch and taste. She wanted to know how Rachel’s body reacted when Quinn’s fingertips danced over the skin of her inner thighs or how the weight of Rachel’s legs felt draped over Quinn’s shoulders. However, she didn’t want to just sit there and think about all the possibilites when her girlfriend was across from her already half naked and ready for Quinn to make the next move.
Quinn’s breathing shuddered as her bra was removed and the normally mighty blonde tried her best to remain confident as the bra straps fell down her shoulders and eventually the garment fell to the bed. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she realized this was the first time she had been so exposed to another person. Then again Rachel just wasn’t another person. She was her girlfriend, the woman she fought tooth and nail to show she loved. Quinn had already exposed her past and her heart to the other girl, and her body shouldn’t be anymore different. She drew back her shoulders feigning confidence and fought to urge to cover up her exposed breasts as Rachel’s eyes trailed up and down her body.
As Rachel’s finger tips started their ascent up Quinn’s body she felt like a live wire like she could literally feel her body buzz and charge with each and every touch of Rachel’s fingertips. It was heavenly but moving far too slow for Quinn’s taste. She wanted Rachel’s hands everywhere and right now she was only trailing past her elbows. Quinn wanted to take Rachel’s hands in her own and guide her to her breasts, but there was all the time in the world for that. Right now Rachel was exploring her body and who was she to deny her of that. Finally she made it to her collar bones and the anticipation was delicious and with just a single touch to her breasts Quinn couldn’t help but wimper. ”Rach,” she breathed hoping to urge the other girl, but she didn’t need it because in an instant two small palms were encasing her breasts and the blonde’s head fell back wards in a sigh, her own blonde hair tickling her shoulder blades.
Then Rachel’s curious hands were trailing south and hazel eyes followed with rapt attention until they reached her own pants and Rachel was asking for permission to remove them. ”Please, baby..” she almost whined as tan hands undid her own pants and she helped Rachel move them. Quinn was sure her naturally hazel eyes were now dark with lust as she looked over her girlfriends almost completely naked form. The only thing obstructing the blonde’s view was a fair of cotton panties. Quinn surged forward capturing Rachel’s lips in a heated kiss and moaned out loud at the new feeling of their bare chests pressed together. The blonde kissed her as if she were trying to steal the breath directly from Rachel’s lungs.
Laying her back down on the bed Quinn’s kissed down Rachel’s body just as she did moments ago this time stopping at her bare breasts first kissing them before taking a hardened nipple into her mouth and laving it over with her tongue. How was it that every part of Rachel managed to taste so sweet. Something that only Quinn would have the pleasure of knowing, and the thought made her smile wickedly as she gave the girl’s opposite breast the same attention.
Quinn sat propped up on one elbow facing her girlfriend as she let her finger tips wander from behind Rachel’s knee all the way up her inner thigh until she was met with the elastic of Rachel’s panties. The blonde let her slender fingers ghost over the crotch of those soft cotton panties just to see Rachel’s reaction. This time more boldly she pressed harder still over the barrier before letting her hand slip inside where she was met with a silky wetness that was so entirely Rachel the blonde couldn’t help but gasp. Suddenly curiosity got the best of her as she moved her hand from Rachel’s panties still coated in her wetness and brought her fingers to her lips almost shyly, and in that moment she was completely addicted to Rachel’s body.
Now hovering over the other girl she pulled Rachel’s panties down those gloriously toned legs and dropped the garment on the floor next to her. ”I just thought you should know that you’re completely delicious,” she said with a wicked grin peppering kisses up the girl’s legs finally being met with her wet center. It suddenly occurred to Quinn that she had no idea what she was doing, but she could read Rachel’s body like a book. She just needed to figure out with the other girl liked. Leaving a final bite to the inside of Rachel’s tanned inner thigh she drew out her tongue and took a curious swipe up Rachel’s center and groaned because it was even better straight from the source. The blonde spent a few moments taking curious lips and nips to try and find Rachel’s most sensitive parts before circling Rachel’s clit with her tongue, bringing a hand up to lace fingers with Rachel’s.
The fact that Quinn asked, so shyly and so sweetly, looking at her like she was the most wonderful thing in the world… it all made her fall that little bit more in love with Quinn. And this is exactly why she knew Quinn was the one to share her first time with. All Rachel had on her mind was… well, not to sound like a teenage boy, but sex. She was thinking about sex and Quinn’s body and so many other things that made her cheeks heat up. Things like blonde hair trailing down her stomach as Quinn moved lower, things like sharing body heat and trembling fingers exploring. She sighed a breath of approval, nodding slightly as she put her arms up, allowing Quinn to remove her shirt.
Quinn’s body was Rachel’s playground. She never needed much guidance because her own desire shoved her to Quinn’s most sensitive places. Rachel loved those sensitive little spots, loved being the one to make her gasp and moan, and she loved kissing away the blush that would follow. But it wasn’t until that moment that she realized just how inexperienced she was, wherever the rest of the night lead them, it would still be a first for Rachel. She wasn’t nervous though, she knew that Quinn was right there with her and they would both discover each other at their own pace. Quinn’s never pressured for anything, and she was just so grateful for that.
She was still wearing a bra, but the blonde’s hands cupped each of Rachel’s breasts and even with such muted sensation through the bra, Rachel whimpered into her girlfriend’s mouth.
“I’m so yours,” she whispered reassuringly, her breathless way of saying “You can have more if you want it.”
Trusting Quinn’s capable hands to do what they wanted, she left them to it, dropping her own to her girlfriend’s trim waist, and then lower, sliding over the full curve of her ass, pulling her hips in and not so subtly grinding her own forward. The sensation wasn’t overwhelming while clothed and in this position, but it was good enough for her to release this breathy little sigh that indicated her pleasure so strongly.
“You’re okay with this, right?” she asked, just in case. After all, she couldn’t open her eyes and see for herself because they had fluttered shut from the love in each of Quinn’s touches.
Quinn allowed herself the luxury of letting her yes trail up Rachel’s gorgeous curves as her shirt was finally discarded. It suddenly dawned on her just what was going to happen here, and she couldn’t bring herself to turn back. She was going to make love to her girlfriend. Two things at were completely foreign subjects to her just a few months ago. Never did she think she would be here in a relationship with another woman, but with Rachel everything just felt so natural. The blonde didn’t have much time to dwell on her thoughts because before she knew it Rachel’s plush lips were attached to her own all over again and she could hardly thinks straight.
Then Rachel pulled away and breathed those words against Quinn’s lips. Affirming that she was hers, and Quinn couldn’t even bring herself to contain the moan that escaped her lips. An audible admission that Quinn was as much Rachel as Rachel was hers. The brunette’s name escaped her lips as small hands wandered down Quinn’s backside and found purchase on her ass. The blonde couldn’t help but grind her hips harder into Rachel’s needing as much friction as she could garner but it still wasn’t enough for her growing appetite for Rachel’s body.
The smaller girl’s words caught her off guard, but they weren’t exactly out of place. As much as they were into the moment it was just like Rachel to make sure Quinn was comfortable. Instead of answering Quinn instead sat up on her knees and removed her own shirt never breaking eye contact with the girl beneath her. Showing her that yes she did want this. She wanted Rachel to feel just how much she loved her.
As the blonde settled back onto her girlfriend she shifted her weight, straddling one of Rachel’s legs so one of her own thighs were between Rachel’s. Quinn began kissing along the other girl’s jaw again straight to her ear, “I want to show you how much I love you,” she whispered kissing Rachel’s lips again before trailing her kissing down Rachel’s neck. The blonde nipped the underside of her jaw and sucked on the flesh covering her sternum not wanting a single inch of Rachel’s skin to go unkissed. Then she kissed the tops of Rachel’s bra clad breasts letting her tongue sweep over the sweet skin. The blonde let her slender fingers trail around Rachel’s back to unclasp the girl’s bra before pulling it down the girl’s shoulders. Letting her eyes drink in the uncharted territory.
“You are beautiful. So beautiful,” she muttered looking into Rachel’s eyes before mimicking the motions of her hands before this time on her bare chest. Letting the pads of her thumbs run over the sensitive peaks of her breasts committing the feeling to memory. Still letting one hand massage her girlfriend’s chest she continued her trail of kisses downward. Quinn left a series of kisses down Rachel’s toned abdomen and placed and open mouthed kiss right below her navel. Blonde hair splayed across Rachel’s olive skin she finally reached the snap on Rachel’s pants boldly undoing it before nipping at Rachel’s hip bones.
I never knew it was such a big deal, but I made the mistake of saying that to her and got an earful about the importance of award shows.
“He doesn’t hate you, Quinn. Don’t be ridiculous. But if anything it’s his fault for not staying in character,” she commented with a quiet laugh. When Quinn told her what happened during their Hanukkah dinner Rachel didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed because then she would have to tell the blonde the truth, or to laugh because the image of Quinn spilling hot coffee all over Jesse was just too funny, or simply run because that was something she didn’t want to deal with, especially since it was the last night of Hanukkah. “I’ll help you bake some cookies, though. It’ll be like old times.”
If someone would have told her ten months ago that she would be head over heels with her neighbor, her girl neighbor who she baked cookies with, and who she watched Friends reruns with and texted goodnight almost every day, she wouldn’t have believed it. But she was glad it happened, and she was even more glad to be proven wrong (and that’s not something that happens often).
The mood shift—and Quinn’s new position—didn’t go unnoticed by Rachel, and as much as she loved being on top and in charge of the situation, the slight pressure of Quinn’s hips against her own made her forget all about it and she involuntarily let out a small moan into the kiss. Her girlfriend’s kisses and occasional sucking of her skin were making it hard to concentrate on anything other than the girl over her and her hands on her stomach. It just had been so long since they got to be this intimate, that every touch felt ten times stronger and harder and better, as if Rachel’s skin was burning for it and Quinn’s fingers were ice cubes, soothing it and making everything better. She bucked her hips slightly, trying to get the other girl’s attention and she smiled, lazily. “You are beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Rachel to attach her lips to Quinn’s again, moving her hand from the blonde’s hips to rest them over her hands, slowly guiding them upwards and allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of Quinn’s finger pads against her skin.
Quinn noticed everything. The small moan released against her lips that caused her stomach to coil, the way Rachel’s slim hips bucked into her own which only made the blonde unconsciously grind into the other girl’s harder. Quinn was about to slow them down and ask Rachel if maybe she wanted to watch a couple episodes of Friends and cuddle until they fall asleep, but then Rachel’s hands covered her own and began to drag them up her chest.
She took a moment to commit every motion to memory. From every goose bump that was raised on her flesh to every ridge of her ribcage. Quinn wanted to know every inch of Rachel’s body. Even the spaces she was still reacquainting herself with. As the blonde’s slender fingers graced the undersides of Rachel’s lace bra she deepened the kiss pulling the other girl’s plush bottom lip into her own mouth before letting her palms splay over her bla clad breasts.
Dragging her blunt fingernails back down the plane of Rachel’s torso she began leaving a series of kisses on the girl’s neck. In an instant the blonde was sat up on her knees with the hem of Rachel’s shirt between her finger tips slowly inching it upwards. ”Can I?” She asked before letting her hands wander even more.
