Quinn Fabray - 29 - Bartender Name's Quinn. I'm 29, a bartender in New York City and roommates with a bear named Duke. I've got pink hair and I'm not afraid to kick your ass into next week if you piss me off. And that's all you need to know. Disaster - Lesbian - Punk Bitch
What: Rachel brings Quinn breakfast and things get weird
Warnings: Alcohol Abuse, Rape, Abuse, Pregnancy, Miscarriage/Loss Of Child, NSFW SEXY TIMES
Rachel is over thinking this, she knows it is too much and Quinn is not looking for over the top effort but she can’t help it. She grabs different pastries and a few bagels with different spreads and she grabs two coffee and tea before making her way to Quinn and Duke’s apartment.
She dials Quinn’s number and asks for her help with the door and waits for her to let her inside.
Quinn has barely managed to change into something more comfortable when she gets the call from Rachel to let her in. Duke definitely isn't home, which isn't all that unusual. He often goes home with men and then just showers and changes at work. Instead of trekking home and then having to hurry. Which meant that it would just be Quinn and Rachel. Which was slightly terrifying but Quinn tried not to think about it.
Heading downstairs, she's quiet, even as she pulls the door open for Rachel to let her in. The other woman has definitely gone above and beyond what was even remotely required but she wasn't surprised by it. This was Rachel, overdoing it was in her blood, Quinn was sure. She takes some of it off Rachel's hands and then leads her upstairs, still quiet as ever until they finally make it to the apartment. "Guess it's good to know you're still over the top." She teases quietly.
Rachel can’t help but blush at Quinn’s comment, closing the door behind her. “I’m not sure something like that could just change about me. Grand gestures are kind of my thing.” She winks and finds a table to set her things down.
"Grand anything is kinda your things." Quinn laughs a bit, shaking her head. "What all did you even bring?" There's so much there and she can't entirely fathom what all she's looking at. Not that she minds, it means more food for later on. It's just way more than she even remotely expected.
“I got a few croissants, bagels, muffins, I think there is a scone and a donut.” Rachel laughs. “And two large coffees.” She grabs a muffin for herself and one of the coffees. “So was the night slow?”
Quinn shook her head with a laugh. Rachel had brought a truly insane amount of food. She grabbed a couple croissants and a muffin before wandering into the kitchen to grab a mug and then filled it with milk. It was too early in the morning or late at night, really, to be drinking coffee. "Extremely."
“Are you much of a tv watcher? What do you normally do with your mornings if you’re not sleeping?”
"I watch Netflix sometimes? Watch a lot of like cooking and baking shows. But I kinda blame Duke on that." She shrugs. "Days off usually see me at the library honestly. If I can't sleep I'll maybe go bug Duke at work."
“The library? What are reading at the moment?” Rachel didn’t pay much attention to cooking shoes but she does think it would be good background noise. “We could sit on the couch and watch one of these baking shows?”
"I'm not actually reading anything. It's just a good place to work." Quinn shrugs. She was working on a graphic novel, though sometimes just spent her time drawing the people she saw around her or writing random stories. All depended on how she was feeling on any particular day. "We can, yeah. If you want. But if I fall asleep on you it's not my fault."
“It is rather quiet at libraries isn’t it?” Rachel sits on the couch and sits Indian style. “I see nothing wrong with naps Quinn. Do what you need to do. I’m happy to just be here.”
"They're a little louder in the summer cos all the kids are out of school and the library tends to have programs for the kids. But ultimately, yes." Quinn joins Rachel on the couch, knees pulled up underneath her. She laughs. "I fall asleep I'm not likely to wake until dinner, and that's if we're lucky." Truth was, if she managed to sleep in the coming days she was entirely likely to sleep through work, though Duke came home early enough to be able to call her out of work and get someone to cover her, even if it meant he worked the door so the bouncer could work the bar.
“Oh, that’s right. I did a little singing thing a couple years ago at the big public library. There were so many kids. I hope they’re all doing some reading as well as finding solace.”
Rachel’s eyes widen, “So you just don’t ever sleep?”
Quinn nodded a bit as Rachel spoke. It didn't really surprise her that Rachel had done such. "Lately, yeah. I haven't slept more than an hour or two in like a week? Maybe two? Normally I'll get home from work and lay down. If I'm lucky I'll actually sleep for a bit but the nightmares have been hell lately and sleep  just hasn't worked in my favor."
“I feel like something needs to change. I don’t know what it is but I’m going to figure it out. You need to sleep eventually and it needs to be peaceful sleep.” Rachel leans over. “May I hold your hand?”
"Figure out how to get rid of the nightmares that is also affordable?" Quinn shrugged, slipping her hand into Rachel's, intertwining their fingers as she did so.
“Does your body react at all when you’re sleeping? Tossing and turning? Jaw clenching? Noises?” She softly runs her fingers over her arm with the hand not in hers.
"Duke says he hears me anytime he's here. Says he hears me crying more often than he doesn't. Says I sound like I'm in pain." Quinn flinches slightly at the feeling of Rachel's finger on her arm, almost pulls away, but doesn't. She knows she needs to learn to trust again, especially the people who have done nothing to break it.
“What does he usually do?” Rachel slows herself down, knowing she overstepped. “You are in pain.”
"He doesn't do anything. He can't. I attacked him, the first and only time he tried." Â Quinn sighs, looking down at her lap. "But I can't do anything about it. That's the thing. I can't, I'm not capable enough."
“Have you tried sleeping next to him? Or anyone?” She’s not sure if anything’s accurate but she’s speaking from her heart. “Like you nap right now with me and I hold you and either comfort you back to no dreams or wake you up.”
Quinn shook her head. "We've cuddled before but I can never sleep. I worry too much. I don't want to hurt anyone and... I dream about things that make being near other people dangerous, for them. I can't deliberately do that. Put other people at risk like that." It wasn't entirely true, there had been times she'd managed it, dozed off in his arms, but she woke up to him have to hold her in place until she realized it was him. She knew Rachel couldn't do that.
“Have you ever gotten stoned?” Rachel doesn’t want to push the subject but she really wanted to try cuddling her.
"No and I don't want to. I don't like the idea of not being in control. And yes, I understand I also lose some control drinking but it's a loss of control I know and am comfortable with and actually know in what ways I lose that control."
“I wasn’t going to lecture you. I actually started smoking to get some sleep. That doesn’t help everyone.” Rachel sighs, “I really want to help you. Is there anything I could do to even make you a teeny bit more relaxed?”
"I figured that, given the fact you brought it up." Quinn sighs. "I don't think there's anything you or anyone can do. I'm fucked up and I have to deal with the consequences of trying to bottle it up. Trying to pretend none of it ever happened. Trying to pretend like I shouldn't have gotten away sooner."
“But that’s really not how it has to be. It can’t be. Nobody deserves to live with this much pain. Can I play with your hair or rub your back? I’m good at painting toes and washing hair. I will try everything if it means it might help.”
Quinn sighed, she was so tired. Talking about all this wasn't helping either. "Don't I, though? I could have gotten out. I could have walked away. But instead I held on and it took him walking out to realize how fucked up I was." Â Quinn slumped a bit and then moved lay her head in Rachel's lap, adjusting their hands as she did so, so she didn't have to let go. "You're too sweet, y'know that?" She reached up with her free hand and bopped Rachel gently on the nose.
“That’s not how it works Quinn. Sure it feels that way but you were made to feel that. You’ve settled on that being the truth.” She can never stop talking. It’s no wonder she lost her voice.Â
“I’m not sweet Quinn. I just really care about you.” She feels herself getting choked up
"Please, I didn't settle on shit. That's how it is, that's how it's been. Karma's a bitch and that's all this is." She grumbles. "You are sweet. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You caring about me is far more a side effect of that than the other way round."
“You’ve never been dealt the best hand and yet you persisted and you survived. What’s been done is not a product of you and really, neither is a lot of the things you did that you deem bad.”Â
Rachel tries to lower her voice at least, but isn’t doing the best job. “I want to play with your hair please.”
"I literally took out my shit on everybody around me, for years. How can you tell me this isn't fucking karma?" She huffs and rolls onto her side, still not letting go of Rachel's hand, instead actually pulling it to her. "You have another hand. This one is mine."
Rachel just nods in compliance. Her free hand moves through the woman’s hair gently. Careful not to snag or scratch. It helps Rachel relax too. “Karma isn’t real Quinn.”
Quinn relaxes a little as Rachel's fingers start to move through her hair. "Says you."
“What does that even mean, says me?” She continues playing, happy to be this close to her.
"Says you. Just cos you don't believe in it doesn't mean it's not real. It's like God or ghosts or some shit like that." Her words are a little slurred, the sheer amount of exhaustion and alcohol in her system coming to the surface.
“Okay. That’s fair. Just relax. I really like playing with your hair it makes me feel really calm.” Rachel squeezes her hand.
Quinn just sighs, settling a little further. "Thought this was 'bout me."
“Well it is. It’s just s perk it helps me too. I would never do this for my own pleasure.”
Quinn hums a bit. While she's not 100% sure she believes her, she doesn't have the energy to argue it. Everything over the past few weeks has left her drained and the inability to sleep and the uptake in alcohol hadn't helped either.
“Do you trust me, even a little bit?” Rachel murmurs, squeezing her hand to the beat of her own heart. “Rest. If you can. I’m here.”
"I don't know. " Her words were quiet but sincere. She didn't know. While Rachel had done nothing to betray the trust she had, so much had happened that made it hard for Quinn to tell. The only person she knew she trusted with any certainty was Duke.
“Okay.” Rachel pulls away. She didn’t want to go back on any of the progress she feels she has made with her. “I’ll just sit here.”
Quinn huffs when Rachel pulls away. "Didn't say stop."
“It seems the easiest and safest way to not upset you.”
"I got into this position willingly, don't change my mind." She's huffy now.
“I’m just supposed to jump for you? Is that what you want?” She’s teasing, though she’d jump any time she was told to. “Come back.”
"You were doing the thing and then stopped because you thought I didn't want it." She'd just started to get up before flopping back into Rachel's lap, this time, facing in towards Rachel, nuzzling her stomach.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She murmurs, hands moving back into her hair. “I wish I could sing to you.”
"You understand the words, 'no' and 'stop' and I know how to use them when I need to." Quinn muttered as she relaxed against Rachel. "I wish you could too. I've missed your voice."
“I understand.” Rachel reassures. “I’ve missed you. I’m so grateful to be holding you right now.” She sniffles, just playing with Quinn’s hair.
"No crying on my couch." Quinn mumbled as she heard Rachel sniffle, placing a kiss to her thigh as she rolled over onto her stomach fully, head resting on said thigh. "Your lap is much more comfortable than Duke's."
“It’s because I’m just softer than he is.” Rachel giggles, sniffling again- though it’s to keep the tears at bay. “See, I can do as I’m told.”
"Most people are softer than he is, physically anyway. He's a big softie though." Quinn laughs a little. "You like being told what to do?"
“He has to be a big softie to deal with cranky Quinn.” She leans down to kiss the top of her head. “I do. But I’m not supposed to admit to that I don’t think.”
"Big softie with the ability to hold cranky Quinn back..." Quinn sighs, nuzzling Rachel's thigh. "Why not?"
“I’ve seen it with my own eyes even.” Rachel closes her eyes, still tangled in her hair. “Because I’m Rachel Berry and I’m not supposed to submit.”
"It's worse when I'm really angry. Or when I'm not all here." She taps the side of her head with a sigh. "Who came up with that bullshit?" She could understand it, sort of, but if it's what Rachel liked, what did it matter?
“That’s What friends are for.” Rachel explains, “to help you when your brain is malfunctioning. Kurt would tell you he helped me put a sweater down during my pen malfunctions.” Her nose scrunches up. “I guess I don’t want the wrong people to know that.”
Quinn chuckles placing another kiss to Rachel's thigh. "Kurt totally did that to save the sweater and not you." She teased. "Guess that makes sense. I used to enjoy it, being told what to do, at least in certain situations. Nowadays I think I'd choke some out for trying to tell me what to do."
“He said it was ugly and I had no reason to like it.” Rachel moves a hand to cup the girls cheek. “It depends on the situation for me too. I can say I’m a little lost without Jesse there to take the lead.”
Quinn laughed. "Oh gosh." Â Kurt knew his fashion, that was for sure. "So maybe he was saving you, but still." Quinn moves just enough to place a kiss to Rachel's palm. Why she was so particularly cuddly she wasn't sure, but she was comfortable so what did it matter? "I guess I liked being told what to do when I could say no and be listened to."
“I love my sweaters.” She tenses just slightly. It’s weird because she feels so relaxed. “It is supposed to be like that but some people are pigs. Think they can take what they want like they’re entitled.” She’s squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”
"Is Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry without her sweaters?" Quinn teased. She sighed as Rachel spoke, returning to peppering kisses on Rachel's thigh to keep herself distracted. "Not your fault."
“No. No I’m not.” In fact she wishes she was wearing one. “Could we maybe move to a bed? I really want to hold you.”
Quinn smirked as Rachel gave her confirmation, however, she tensed at the question. "No. Bad idea." There was a sadness in her voice, Â but it really wasn't something she was comfortable with. She was getting close with Duke, but she just couldn't do it. The anxiety it always seemed to cause wasn't worth it.
“Okay.” She shifts a bit and does her best to settle comfortably.
"Sorry." She mumbles, placing yet more kisses against Rachel's thigh. Quinn knows Duke would tease her mercilessly if he saw her like this, but she was comfortable. For the first time in so long, she was comfortable.
“You’d fine. Promise.” Rachel just holds her in their own special way, eventually starting to hum.
"M'kay." Quinn isn't sure she believes her, but doesn't have the energy to mention it. Instead she continues to press kisses against Rachel's thigh every so often, but mostly she just lays there, listening at first to the silence only broken by their own breathing, and then to the sound of Rachel humming. It relaxes her and her eyes close. Content, for the first time in so long, to just be.
Rachel can’t help herself, the humming, the motion of her fingers twirling in Quinn’s hair. She sinks into the couch, really allowing herself to be in the moment.
Quinn can feel herself starting to drift. The exhaustion and alcohol catching up to her. Everything catching up to her. And she nuzzles closer to Rachel, into the crease of her hip. There is something safe about this, she'd learned that with Duke. Maybe because it was something Puck had never really done. Let her just lay like this. He'd never liked cuddling as it were. And he'd always seemed to make it sexual if she tried. But with Rachel it was different, safer. Maybe because there wasn't anything there that could remind her of Puck, maybe because she knew this was Rachel who had always been safe for her. Maybe she was just too tired to care about the what ifs. No matter the reason, Quinn could feel herself drifting off to sleep,
The abrupt silence that came from her humming having stopped; as she’d fallen asleep, is what causes her to jerk. Silence was never something she could handle. “Oh no. I’m sorry.” Rachel would have been better off sleeping- she wouldn’t be waking her up if it were the case.
The jerk had Quinn almost falling out of Rachel's lap, just barely managing to grab onto Rachel, clinging to her slightly as she tried to calm herself down. There's a faint pounding in her head and she can tell she's sobering up. But as she rolls over and re-situates herself in Rachel's lap, she sighs. "I thought I told you no crying on my couch." Her voice is a little gravely as she speaks, reaching up to bop Rachel on the nose.
Rachel helps her up, offering support behind her. “I just didn’t. I didn’t mean to cry.” She wipes at her face before rubbing the top of her head. “You were sleeping and I woke you and I’m sorry I didn’t listen.
And Quinn laughs. She can't help it. Rachel is cute and she is tired and it's the easiest reaction she has, even if it increases the pounding in her head. "You didn't do it on purpose and it's not like I was having a nightmare." She sighs. "Are you okay, though? That was one hell of a spasm or whatever."
“It just got too quiet. We’re fine. You’re fine. I think maybe you should drink some water before trying to sleep again.”
Quinn groans but sits up anyway. However, she immediately regrets her decision, holding her head in her hands. "Nope. Nope. Bad idea."
“Back down, bunny.” Rachel leads her back to her lap. “I’ll get you hydrated in a bit.”
Quinn doesn't object as she lays back down. "This is why I don't do the sobering up thing." She grumbled, rubbing her temples.
“Yeah, well. It’s happening today Quinn. Since you refused my boozy coffee.” She giggles
"Oh, I could very easily fix it." Quinn grumbles, knowing a couple swigs from a bottle in the cabinet would delay the inevitable.
“Mm, I don’t see you leaving m lap anytime soon.” She whispers. “Am I right?”
And she knows Rachel is right. If she'd been looking to not sober up she'd have done it earlier. She wouldn't have let it go this long. "Maybe. "
“I’m not surprised I’m right.” She teases
Quinn doesn't know why she thought sobering up was a good idea. Maybe she thought it would let her sleep. As if the nightmares weren't worse sober. Maybe she'd just forgotten what it felt like. She doesn't know but it's too late to stop it. "You've always liked being right."
“I have but I also like being put in my place when I am wrong. No one ever does that.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow at that. "Well that's changed since high school."
“I’ve changed since high school. We both have:” She laughs
"Have I though? Have I really?" On some level she knows she has but it doesn't feel like it some days.
“I think you have.” Rachel promises, “a lot.”
Quinn sighs, closing her eyes. Something in the way Rachel says it makes her want to believe it. Maybe it's not that she doesn't but that she doesn't want to. Still wanting to pretend like everything that happened to her hadn't changed her. Hadn't effected her to that level. Hadn't happened.
"Bunny?" The nickname is odd. Not that she's against it, but it's still odd. She hasn't had someone call her anything of the sort in ages, if she's ever honestly had someone call her it at all.
“Second time I’ve called you Bunny. Keep up.”
"I know, but my head was spinning too much the first time." She grumbled. "Why though?"
“It just sounded right. I can stop if it would make you more comfortable.”
Quinn hummed a bit, her answer coming in the form of her turning her head, nuzzling under Rachel's shirt and placing a kiss there.
“I like that.” She whispers, ruffling the woman’s hair.
Quinn hums against Rachel's stomach, placing another couple kisses before pulling away and rolling back onto her back to look up at Rachel. "You're nice to kiss."
“It’s because I’m soft.” Rachel leans down to kiss Quinn’s forehead. “You’re soft too.”
"Girls are always softer." She mumbled, blushing a bit at the kiss to her forehead. "M'not."
“You are, just not as soft as me.” Rachel giggles.
Quinn shakes her head. She doesn't feel soft. She feels broken and hard. Like something to fear getting too close to.
“I think you are.” She kisses the top of her head. “You don’t have to.”
Quinn closes her eyes at the kiss to the top of her head. "Why?"
“Besides the fact that your skin is soft?” Rachel raises her eyebrows. “You’ve been pretty soft with me. Always opening yourself a little to me. I’ve been very grateful.”
"Oh." Her voice is quiet and her face is pink at Rachel's words. It wasn't something she did knowingly. She just did. That was the kind of effect Rachel always had on her.
Rachel just stays quiet, enjoying the moment. It’s all she really could do.
For a while, Quinn just lays there. However, the pounding in her head is increasing and she's feeling sick. Even though she doesn't want to, she sits up. Almost immediately she's doubled over, trying to get the pain to settle again, to keep from making herself sick. "There's Tylenol, in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Please."
“Okay, yeah.” Rachel is quick to her feet, going into the kitchen for water and then the bathroom for the Tylenol. She just grabs the bottle and is back to Quinn’s side. “Here.”
Quinn takes the bottle from her first, dumping three into her hand before grabbing the water glass from Rachel. She takes a few long sips of water before finally taking the pills. Curling into Rachel's side, she continues to drink her water. "I hate this feeling."
“I can’t imagine it is pleasant. I could get some pedialite and Gatorade and the brats diet too. Just to help your tummy settle and hydrate you so your head stops hurting.”
Quinn groans as Rachel speaks. While she appreciates the sentiment she's more aware that being left alone for long enough would see her hit a bottle. Why did that feel bad? "I'm only nauseous because of the pain. Once it lessens I'll be fine." Or so she hopes.
“Okay. I heard laying on your left side helps nauseous. We could try that.”
"Laying down in general, helps." She mumbles, finishing the glass of water before laying back down in Rachel's lap, curling around her the best she could given they were on a couch.
“Okay. We will lie here then. You’re in charge.”
"M'kay." She nuzzles against Rachel's stomach again. Kissing Rachel is the easiest distraction from the pain she can come up with.
Rachel removes a hand from Quinn’s hair so that she can start tapping her fingers together quietly in hopes of keeping herself calm. “I’ve only had one hangover in my life.” Rachel breathes out.
"Are you telling me that hangover in high school was it? I do not believe you." They'd all been hungover after that party and looking back she still couldn't believe Artie had brought a thermos of fucking Bloody Mary to school. It'd been a hell of a time and the fact Schue hadn't just killed them on the spot was a miracle.
“That party wasn’t supposed to happen that way.” Rachel sighs. “But I liked being drunk but I made sure to be prepared when I was finished and before as well. I planned my drinking out carefully after that night.”
"How was it supposed to happen, hmm?" She placed more kisses to Rachel's stomach, accidentally nipping at it when she tried to readjust a little. "M'sorry." She mumbled, immediately pressing a kiss to the place she'd bit.
“It may have been even worse. I mean I had drink tickets but people thought that was lame and then it just got really crazy.” Her body jumps in response of the bite. “It’s okay.”
Quinn chuckled as Rachel spoke. "It is lame for a party. Not so much for like a wedding, cos you don't want drunk assholes at your wedding." Quinn places more gentle kisses on the place.
“I agree. Young Rachel would disagree.” She scrunches her nose. “I like that. I’ve already said that.”
"Young Rachel also had a thing for Mr. Schue. It's easily accepted that young Rachel had very bad judgement." Quinn mumbles quietly against Rachel's stomach. "Mmhmm, s'why I'm doing it."
“He challenged me. Which I see now was not in the right ways.” She shrugs. “Don’t stop.”
"At all." Quinn agreed, varying where and how she kissed Rachel's stomach. "Don't plan on it." This time she nipped at Rachel's stomach on purpose. It's gentle and she immediately soothes it with her tongue. "What bout that?" She doesn't know why she wants to, it just makes her a different kind of happy. An in control kind of happy.
She’s feeling really confused. Trying to think through her reactions. Rachel tenses But lets out the softest moan. “That’s fine too.”
Quinn can feel that moan and pauses. It wasn't the reaction she was expecting. But she likes it. Which has her sitting up and moving to the other end of the couch. "Lay down for me?" She doesn't want to stay upright for long but she also figures she might as well let Rachel get a little more comfortable, while giving herself more access to places to kiss.
“You want me to lie down?” Rachel looks to her, looking for any sense of insincerity. “Okay. I can do that.” She carefully lies down, looking to Quinn nervously.
Quinn nods slowly at the question asked of her and as soon as Rachel is laying down she lows herself back down to lay on top of her. Â She's curled in such a way that her head on Rachel's stomach, one arm draped over hips, the other holding Rachel's shirt up. And then she's back to kissing, occasionally biting and nuzzling. She still isn't sure why she's doing it, but it makes her feel a certain way and all she knows is that it's not a bad thing.
“Can I please place my hands on your back? I just need them on something.” Rachel is whispering and she’s wiggling her fingers. “Your lips are soft.”
"Mhmm," she hums her approval against Rachel's stomach before nipping at it again. "Yeah?"
Rachel relaxes when her hands finally rest on her back. “Yes. You’re giving me goose bumps.”
Quinn giggles a bit. "Oh, really?" Her kisses start to move lower, towards the waistband of Rachel's pants, the biting becoming a bit more bold and frequent.
“Yes.” Rachel whispers, a bit whiny and unsure. But having thought of this before and the fact that this is what Quinn wants. She wants to so badly accept it. “Why?”
The whiny tone in Rachel's voice is a bit exciting to her and again, she doesn't know why. The question pauses her and she looks up at Rachel. "Why what?" She thinks she knows but there's a slew of foreign feelings going on and she isn't entirely clear and just wants to be sure.
“Why are you causing me to feel like this?” She shivers just slightly. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”
"What?" The explanation is very confusing for Quinn and she stops what she's doing. "I can't understand if this is good or not." And she refuses to go further without knowing.
“It’s perfect.” Rachel says after a moment. “Please.”
With that confirmation she continues, biting and kissing along Rachel's waistband. Part of of her wants to go further and it surprises her. She hadn't felt any kind of lust since she'd miscarried. Since she started drinking. She pushes the thoughts down and continues to kiss and bite up and down the expanse of Rachel's stomach before her.
Rachel’s hands settle again on her bag, slowly starting to draw small circles on the woman’s back. “Okay?” The whine is back, unable to keep it away.
Quinn chuckles against Rachel's stomach at the whine she hears in her voice. "Never known you to whine unless you wanted something" She mumbles, the hand across her hips running a nail in circles just above her waistband. "So, what do you want?"
“I just want what you’re comfortable with. It just, feels really, really nice.”
"Lower?" She mumbles, hooking a finger under Rachel's waistband. Quinn looks up at Rachel, wondering if she'll get the go ahead.
Rachel takes a deep breath, but nods her head slowly. “Yes Quinn.” She flushes, fingers stilling on her back.
And like that, Quinn is re-positioning herself, staying as low as possible to keep her head from spinning too much. She pulls Rachel's pants down, gulping a bit at the prospect. With Rachel's pants pulled out of the way she bites her hip, much harder than she had been biting her stomach.
It’s bold. Bolder than she expected and she swallows down the nervous lump. But she helps by lifting up so her pants come off easier. But then she’s bitten and she has to close her eyes as she yelps.
The yelp surprises her and she immediately lets go. Quinn presses kisses and licks gently at the place she bit. "Sorry."
“No, I liked it. I’m okay.” Rachel promises, a bit embarrassed.
Quinn smiles, nuzzling Rachel's hip  as she continues to places kisses on the spot. She's partially aware that it's going to leave a mark but Rachel likes it and that makes her do the exact same thing to the other hip.
Rachel anticipates it, but finds herself biting down on her lip anyways and let’s herself appreciate that she too likes things to be even.
This bite is held longer, with just a bit of sucking before she's once again pulling away to kiss and lick the mark, with just a bit of nuzzling. Once she's satisfied with her care of it, she moves lower, biting and nipping at Rachel's thigh as she rakes her nails down the other.
Rachel’s thighs instantly press together in response, but the noise that leaves her is one of pleasure and nothing else.
Quinn chuckles. "You like that?" She mutters, dragging her teeth down the top of Rachel's thigh.
“I do.” Rachel tells her, reminding herself she needs to tell her these things. “A lot Bunny.”
Quinn grins, swapping thighs to run her teeth down the other as well. Once again she bites and licks, her hand raking her nails down the thigh she'd just left. In a bold move she bites just on the inner part of Rachel's upper thigh, oh so close to her underwear. It's still a tentative bite, wanting to gauge the reaction before doing more.
Her hips buck just slightly and she tries to close her thighs again in hopes of some relief.
Quinn bites down harder as Rachel tries to close her thigh, hand slipping to hold them open ever so slightly. It's a gentle hold, one that could very easily be overpowered if Rachel truly wanted to. "Do you want something from me?"
“I do.” Rachel relaxes again as she closes her eyes. “I’m feeling rather naughty and I need to touch...”
"Need to touch where?" Quinn purred, nudging Rachel's underwear with her nose. "Here?"
Rachel’s hand abruptly moves from Quinn’s back to cover her mouth to muffle the desperate whimpering. “Yes.” And she’s trying to keep herself from pressing against her.
Quinn looks up at Rachel from between her legs, a little too aware of just what the sound of Rachel whimpering is doing to her. It's a foreign feeling but its also so familiar to her. "Don't quiet yourself for me." It's not quite a demand but is certainly a strong suggestion. She uses her hands to pull Rachel's legs apart just a bit more, nipping at the crotch of her underwear with a grin.
It takes a moment to register but once she does her hand leaves her mouth. “Are you teasing me on purpose?”
Quinn chuckles at Rachel's question. She runs her nose up the crotch of Rachel's underwear before looking at her. "Whatever gave you that idea?" There's amusement in her voice but she almost immediately presses her tongue into the area where she guesses Rachel's clit is.
Rachel nods. She never minded begging and being teased. “It’s not very nice of you.” And she moans at the slight pressure against her clit. “Hmmph.”
"I think you like it." Quinn growls, nipping once again at Rachel's crotch. She moves back up Rachel's body until her teeth find the waistband of her underwear. Lifting her head, she pulls the waistband away from Rachel's body before letting it go, eyes on Rachel's face the entire time, wanting to see any and all reactions.
“A lot.” Rachel whimpers before she’s gasping at the sudden space between them. But then there’s s slight sting where the elastic hits her and her toes curl. “Please touch me.”
She loves the reaction she gets from Rachel and she begins to kiss and bite her way up Rachel's body. Her hand does oblige Rachel, slipping past the crotch of her underwear to tease her clit. "Like this?"
Quinn just keeps getting further away and she whines just before the hand slips passed her underwear. “Yes Quinn.”
Something about the way Rachel whines tells Quinn that she's not quite giving Rachel what she wants. And she relishes in that. Knowing she has Rachel wanting something specific but keeping it from her, for now. There's a power she hasn't felt in a very, very long time. Her fingers tease through Rachel's folds, flicking over her clit as she finds herself at Rachel's neck. "May I?" She whispers against Rachel's ear, seeking permission and sounding far smaller than the rest of her actions portrayed, nuzzling her neck gently.
“Oh Bunny.” She wiggles to get closer to her hand. “Yes please. Please, please.” And she’s practically begging. “I want you to want me.”
Her response is instead to kiss Rachel. The sudden motion upwards also lending itself to her slipping a finger into Rachel. Quinn is a little shocked by her own actions, almost immediately returning her face to the crook of Rachel's neck.
“But I’d like to keep kissing you.” Rachel numbest breathing a bit heavy. “More, like that.” She pleads with her
Quinn is surprised by Rachel's words, entirely having thought she'd done something wrong. But after nuzzling Rachel's neck a bit, more for her own sake than anything, she returns to Rachel's lips. This kiss is soft and slow and sweet. Her finger works slowly back out and the  back in, teasing.
Rachel just enjoys it, trying to memorize the feel of the other woman’s lips. The taste, the feel of her heartbeat, trying to let out her own sounds of pleasure out while maintaining the kissing.
Quinn ignores the part of herself that aches a way she hasn't since she was pregnant. It won't do her any good to acknowledge it now. Though in her ignoring she realizes the ache in her head is mostly gone, even if the ache elsewhere is entirely too strong. Even still, she kisses Rachel slow and soft. When she pulls away to breathe her head once again falls into the crook of Rachel's neck, nuzzling there. It's something that makes her feel safe, some part of her realizes, and with a few kisses to Rachel's neck she's biting down, taking the opportunity to speed up the finger inside Rachel.
She’s not surprised at the urgency, the meaning, and time given in every kiss. Every nuzzle. She whines more at the bite and her body lifts again, reacting to the intensity of it all. “You’re going to.” Rachel tried to breathe, calm herself. “It feels so good.” She finally managed
Quinn grins, teeth still on Rachel's neck. As she lets go, starting to lick and soothe the bite mark, she adds a second finger. Her thumb runs over Rachel's clit and an idea pops into her head. It's a control she's not sure Rachel will let her have but it's a shot worth taking. "I'm going to what? Make you cum?" She teases out against Rachel's neck as she kisses her way up to her ear. "What if I say you can't? Hmm? Will you do as I say?"
“I can’t control it.” She whispers, wiggling as best she can to somehow get away and get closer to her at the same time. “What if I don’t?”
Quinn chuckles a bit, nuzzling the side of Rachel's neck, just below her ear. "I know, but will you try anyway? Will you try to wait for me to tell you that you can?" She kissed Rachel's neck, soft and slow. "If you don't, you don't. And it's okay."
“I’ll do what I’m told.” She promises, moving so that she can kiss the girls arm. Just something to get her closer.
"Good girl." She purrs against Rachel's ear. "Can I call you that? Can Bunny call you her good girl?" She isn't sure why she referred to herself in the third person, much less as Bunny, but she isn't against it. Some part of her knows Bunny is just between them. Her pace between Rachel's legs picks up, even as she moves to use her knees to support herself so the hand that had been helping to support her can move up under Rachel's shirt.
Rachel tried to turn her head so the blush she feels rising to her cheeks is hidden. “Only if you really think I’m a good girl.” She whispers. She’s shivering beneath her touch. “You’re going to tease me if you touch me up here.”
Quinn smiles as Rachel tries to hide her blush. "You're good at doing what you're told." She kisses her way across Rachel's throat to the other side, letting out a chuckle. "All those years of having to do things on cue have trained you well, haven't they?" She bites down on Rachel's neck, even as her hand continues to inch it's way higher under her shirt. "Haven't you figure it out? I like teasing you." She nuzzles Rachel's neck, licking and kissing the skin she'd marked. "Do you want me to taste you?"
Rachel is just trying to quiet herself, starved of touch and lust and actually feeling good. She nods at the question. “It’s like I was trained to accept commands.”
Rachel’s thighs close in on Quinn’s hand, too much pleasure running through her at that mention. “What happens if I cum without permission?” She sniffles
Quinn hums. "That you were." She let's out a chuckle at the way Rachel's thighs close. "Is that a yes? Is that where you want my mouth?" She nuzzled Rachel's neck, her hand still going between her legs as the other finds Rachel's breast and gives it a squeeze. "We try again later. Practice makes perfect, after all." That's one thing Quinn can't do, punish. It's one step too far for her.
“Yes please. Please.” And her legs are open again and Quinn doesn’t seem to get angry at her question. “Then yes please, Bunny.”
Quinn smiles, pulling her hand out of Rachel and hooking her fingers through the crotch to actually pull then down her legs and out of the way. She sits back, taking the time to lick the slick off her fingers, moaning at the taste of Rachel on her fingers. And then she was running her tongue through Rachel's folds, moaning around her clit.
Rachel lifts herself up a bit to make it easier to get her underwear off. Her eyes are locked on Quinn, biting down hard on her lip at the sound that left her lips.Â
Her body relaxes as Quinn moans into her and her fingers start digging into the couch.
Quinn's hand took hold of Rachel's hip, as she slowly inserts her tongue into Rachel. Her pace is slow, every once in a while pulling out all the way to flick her tongue over Rachel's clit. She's looking up at Rachel through eyelashes and pink hair. She wants to see her come undone. The hand on Rachel's chest slowly starts to rake back down towards her hip.
It’s the unpredictability. The change between fingers and tongue. Rachel really is trying to control herself, her body tense and there’s tears stinging behind her eyes.Â
“I’m sorry.” And she unclenches, relaxing as she tumbled over the edge. Her hand goes to cover her mouth to quiet the crying.
Quinn ignores the apology as she feels Rachel come. Instead she focuses on helping her ride it out. When she pulls away, she cleans her face off the best she can and then pulls the hand away from Rachel's mouth, giving it a squeeze. She crawls back up Rachel's body and settles herself on top of her, kissing the tears away. "Hey, c'mon now, no need to cry." She nuzzles Rachel's cheek.
The minute Quinn is back beside her and this time does the nuzzling into her body, shaking just slightly. “but I didn’t let you control it.”
Quinn just nuzzles her cheek, kissing it softly. "And I said that was okay if you couldn't."
“I really wanted to.” She hmmphs, cupping her face. “Okay. It’s okay.”
Quinn smiles as Rachel cups her face, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Exactly. It's okay."
“It’s okay.” She murmurs back to Quinn, for both of them. “Can you keep kissing me?”
"Of course." And that's what she does, she keeps kissing Rachel. Because kissing is an excellent distraction. Kissing keeps her mind off the ache between her legs. Keeps her mind off the fact she hasn't had a drink in hours, that she's essentially sobering up. That she isn't numb for the first time in almost a year.
Rachel just clings to her, afraid if she lets go Quinn will run away. Or she will to be in charge of the leaving. “Mm, love you bunny.” Rachel murmurs against her shoulder and places little kisses to distract.
Quinn just keeps kissing. The words surprise her and she can't say it back, so she nuzzles into Rachel's neck. It's the closest thing she has. It's affection in it's purest form. The little kisses on her shoulder make her smile and she reaches for the remote on the coffee table. She pulls up Spotify and selects her and Duke's usual playlist. She lowers the volume, just needing that background noise, before she sets the remote back down.
The music calms hers, her rapid heart beat slowing down. She’s never actually felt this relaxed before within her body and even her mind isn’t racing. “I’m sleepy.”
Quinn is comfortable and she settles to just nuzzling Rachel's neck as she hums along quietly to the music. "Sleep then." She mumbles against Rachel's skin with a kiss.
“And you’re not going to stop kissing me?” She really lets her eyes flutter closed. “And hold my hand?”
"Not on purpose, no." Quinn knows she might drift off, but she'd try her best to stay awake. "Of course." She takes Rachel's hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before entwining their fingers.
Truthfully it’s the answer she wanted. She wants Quinn to get some sleep. “Thank you Bunny.”
"You're welcome." Quinn settles down, peppering kisses on Rachel's neck and shoulder, still humming along to the music. Just happy to be there in the moment.
Rachel lets out the tiniest little sighs and whimpers until they turn to soft little snores. She really lets herself get comfortable with Quinn.
Quinn continues to kiss and nuzzle Rachel, even as the sighs and whimpers turn to snores. But soon, even Quinn starts to slip into sleep. It's not deep, but it's enough.Â
Around lunch time, Duke comes home. It's not entirely unusual, as he does it to check on Quinn. What he doesn't expect is walking into the living room to the sight of Quinn asleep on top of Rachel, much less a half naked Rachel. "Oh my gods." He mutters before clearing is throat. "I don't want to know what happened, nor do I care, but for fucks sake put your pants back on!"
The sudden sound of Duke's voice wakes Quinn. She's quickly sat on her knees on the couch, breathing heavy. Looking up over her shoulder at the man and then down at Rachel she swallows. The reality of what she'd done crashes into her and she isn't sure how to respond.
Rachel doesn’t know much about what is going on or how long she’d been asleep but she does know that Quinn isn’t as close as she was. “Come back, bunny.”
Duke giggles, eyeing Quinn with a devilish grin. Quinn flips him off and shakes Rachel's leg. "It's time to wake up, Rach." Quinn's voice isn't steady. Duke sighs and heads into the kitchen.
Rachel groans, sitting up. She didn’t tend to nap and she doesn’t like being woken up. “Fine.” She looks to her noticing he didn’t look as comfortable as before. “What is it?”
Quinn sighs as Rachel sits up. "I don't know how you didn't hear it, but Duke is here. And he would like you to put your pants back on." She can't look at Rachel and she feels oddly small. The reality of everything that had happened has settled on her fully and she's starting to retreat into herself.
“Oh.” Rachel pales, reaching down to grab her underwear and pants. “I didn’t. I’m sorry.” She just stares at her. “Should I leave? Are you okay?”
"Yeah..." Quinn sighs, rubbing her thighs a little. "It's not your fault, I didn't know either." She was rocking a little as sits there. "Do you want to?" Quinn doesn't want her to leave. She'd been so comfortable. She was sober and comfortable and had slept. "I don't know. I'm sober."
“I don’t want to leave you.” Rachel whispers, reaching for her hand to squeeze. “Coffee or a snack?”
"Okay." Quinn smiles at Rachel. She squeezes back, not really wanting to get up and face Duke in the kitchen. "Snack." Her voice is still quiet and a little shaky, but she's stopped retreating into herself. For now.
“Okay.” Rachel nods slowly and goes into the kitchen. She grabs her cold coffee and a few of the treats, offering some up to Duke as well.
Quinn curls up on the couch where Rachel had been. Duke is making a sandwich when Rachel walks in the kitchen and he smiles. "I don't want to know what happened, but thank you. I haven't seen her that calm, ever. It's nice to know she can still get comfortable." He accepts the offer of the pastries, never one to deny sweet things.
She’s blushing, thankful for his words. “I’m glad she finds comfort in me.” Rachel murmurs and hands him a couple of the treats she had picked up. “Thank you for taking care of her.” And with that she’s back at Quinn’s side. “Hi.”
Duke simply nods in thanks as Rachel leaves. Quinn looks up when Rachel returns but doesn't actually make a move to sit up. "Hi." Her voice is quiet and she feels a little distant. "I don't like this." She mumbles, tapping the side of her head.
Rachel sets the things down and sits beside her. She doesn’t embrace her or get too close, but tries not to be too far either. “What can I do? More medicine? Water? A hug?”
"Just hold me?" Her voice is small and quiet. She doesn't want to think. She just wants to be able to distract herself. Do anything but feel the overwhelming sadness she's used booze to ignore. Drowning her grief, and herself. And finding the surface has just brought the storm with it.
Rachel is holding her almost instantly. Breathing in her scent and rubbing her back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Quinn buries her head in the crook of Rachel's neck, immediately starting to press gentle kisses to the bruised skin. "You're gonna need some serious concealer over the next like week if you plan on going out in public." Quinn mumbles as she nuzzles her.
“I don’t have plans. Should I care that they are there?” Rachel just pulls her closer. “I don’t.”
"I don't know, some people don't like getting asked about hickies. Particularly single people." Quinn shrugs. She nuzzles in a little harder, trying to focus on the feeling. However, with the added pressure, her nose ring tickles the inside of her nose and she's having to pull away to sneeze.
“You make a cute sound when you sneeze.” Rachel giggles. “Did the nose ring hurt?”
Quinn blushes, ducking her head. "Not really, no. At least not at first. I couldn't rub my nose for ages without wincing while it was healing."
“That sounds annoying.” Rachel rubs her back. “You pull it off well.”
"No worse than the first time." Quinn shrugs a bit. She rested her head back in the crook of Rachel's neck, once again nuzzling. "You think so?"
“Right. And that crazy tattoo?” Her eyebrows raise a bit, playfully. “I do. I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, even.”
"Has been covered up. And isn't my only one." Quinn explains, nuzzling at Rachel's neck. She catches sight of Duke leaving but ignores him. "Why?"
“One day I would love the chance to see them.” Rachel says gently as she offers a wave to Duke as he leaves the apartment. “You’ve always been enchanting to me Quinn. Always so stunning and beautiful inside and out. I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of you that way.”
"Maybe, yeah." Quinn nuzzles against Rachel's neck. She also feels the heat rise to her cheeks as Rachel speaks. Sure, she knew she fit a certain standard of beauty, but something about hearing Rachel explain it was surprising to her. She places a kiss to the side of Rachel's neck. "Thank you."
“No pressure.” Rachel says with a giggle. She shivers a bit at the kiss and just nods. “Always Bunny.”
"I really don't like being sober, but you're a very nice distraction." Quinn mumbles as she keeps kissing Rachel's neck.
“I’ll be your distraction forever if that will help.”
"You sound like you're agreeing to enable me." She mumbled, knowing she'd go from booze to Rachel and that didn't exactly sound healthy either.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just like your attention.”
Quinn chuckles a bit against Rachel's neck. "To be sober is to need distractions." She clarifies. "So if you're my distraction I'd be sober but not dealing."
“I want to help you deal.” She whispers
"I don't know how to do that." She admits, resting her forehead on Rachel's shoulder. "I don't know how to talk about what happened."
“We take our time. Little by little. And I’ll just be here to hold your hand and snuggles and kisses.”
Quinn sighs. "Her name was Nora Grace." She admitted quietly with a kiss to Rachel's shoulder, feeling infinitely lighter, even as the emotion felt heavy on her chest.
Rachel just nods slowly, understanding as best she can. “That’s a beautiful name Quinn.”
"I was almost five months. She's just started being properly active." And so had Finn. They'd both been so active. Nora had been more forward, whereas Finn had been more internal. But she'd just started telling their reactions apart. And then things had fallen apart. "I'd waited to tell Puck until I was absolutely sure. He made me regret telling him."
“Because he didn’t. I mean...” Her nose scrunches up. “What did he do?” She pulls Quinn in closer.
"When?" The question fell from her lips and she sighs. "When he left? Or before? He did so much. So- so much."
“He left?” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Did he hurt you?”
"Worst part is, his leaving was the best thing he could have done for me. As much as I fucking hated the idea of going through pregnancy alone, I knew I'd be better off. And I was just trying to get back on my feet when I first ghosted. I just needed to come to terms with it all. Figured I'd take a couple months for myself." She nuzzles her face into Rachel's neck. "Yes."
Rachel is keeping herself calm but on the inside she’s absolutely raging. “You didn’t deserve that. You’re too good for him.”
"And yet I stayed with him, for years. The best parts were when he was deployed and I was alone. How fucking shitty is that?" Her breathing catches in her chest and instead of biting her lip, she bites Rachel's neck.
Rachel whines, “You wanted it to work. It’s not a flaw. You’re human.”
"I never understood how my mother could stay with Russell until I was with Puck."
“I don’t think it’s easy being in that dynamic to know how to get out or how to move on. You did what you could.”
"I had decided I might leave him anyway. Because I couldn't see myself raising a family with him but every time I'd thought about leaving, before then... It was easier to just give in and give him what he wanted."
“I’m sure it was easier. I don’t blame you, for anything that happened. Maybe one day you’ll get to a place you can see that for yourself.”
"I should have fucking left after the first time." Quinn bit down on Rachel's neck. It's not a hard bite, but she holds it, breathing heavily through her nose, trying to calm herself down.
“The first time?” Rachel just lets out the slightest whine in response to the contact. She likes it.
She let go of Rachel's neck, licking and nuzzling the bite mark. "Well, no, because the first time was in high school. But, the first time after we'd started dating." It had taken Quinn a long time to properly admit what Puck had done to her in high school had been force, but once she had, it made way too much sense.
Rachel nods, trying not to bump her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t know or if I ever made you feel like I was on his side.”
"I didn't realize it, or acknowledge it, for a very long time. I could't." Quinn's voice is quiet as she nuzzles Rachel's neck. "What I did earlier... before we fell asleep..."
“But you’re opening yourself. You’re doing everything right.” Rachel puts a hand on her back. “You regret it...”
"Am I? I don't feel like I am." Quinn sighs. "No... I just feel like I need to be sorry for it."
“I think you have so much.” Rachel whispers. “You don’t have to be sorry about it.”
"Okay." She nuzzles against Rachel's skin. "Are you sure? I mean I started doing stuff and..."
“It was perfect Quinn. I thought you were perfect.” Rachel sighs happily.
She nipped a bit at Rachel's neck. "You thought I was perfect?"
“I thought you were perfect, bunny.” Rachel repeats.
"Am I your bunny?" Quinn asks as she nuzzles Rachel's neck again, licking a bit as she does so.
“I’d like for you to be my bunny.” Rachel whimpers.
"What would that entail?" She asks quietly.
“I just always get to be nuzzled  by you and hold you.”
Quinn hums in approval at that. "Yeah? What about nibbling?" She asks, doing just that against Rachel's neck.
“It’s just a bonus when you feel like nibbling.” Rachel takes a heavy breath. “And biting...”
Quinn hums against Rachel's neck, biting down as Rachel mentions that she likes it. "If anyone asks, what'll you tell them?"
“Asks me what?” Rachel’s eyes close. “Mmmph.”
"Who did all this to your neck." She drags her tongue over the forming bruises and bite marks, connecting them.
“Why is it anyone’s business? What would you like for me to tell them?”
"I'm not saying it is, but we know they're bound to ask anyway." She hums, still lazily running her tongue across the marks. "I don't know."
“I don’t care. I like it. I like that you made them. I like how it feels when you make them.”
Quinn smiles against Rachel's neck, licking her way up to Rachel's ear. Â "You like what I do to you?" She whispers.
“I think I’m obsessed.” Rachel bites down on her lip. “I don’t want it to ever stop.”
She chuckles, nuzzling the area around her ear. "Maybe I won't. I mean, you said you don't have plans. I could, except y'know, work." She teases, dragging her teeth down her neck.
“I’ll never tell you to stop.” Rachel admits.
Quinn pulls back at that. "You would if you needed me to, right, though?"
“Yes, Bunny.” Rachel gasps ya the loss of contact. “I know you would stop.”
"Okay." Quinn nods before leaning in and kissing Rachel. "If I asked you to touch me, would you?" She wants to know because she still aches there. It'd started creeping up on her again and the more she made her mark on Rachel, the more it'd come back. And it was getting increasingly harder to ignore.
“I would love to touch you, so long as you could tell me no of you needed.”
"I always said no." She admits quietly, resting her forehead on Rachel's.
“I will listen to that.” Rachel whispers. “I will respect you and your word.”
Quinn closes her eyes for a moment before kissing Rachel again. "Touch me. Please."
“Where?” Rachel starts with fingers running over her cheek and just teasing over her lips.
Quinn gently bites her lip. "Down." She whimpers, not entirely sure she can bring herself to say exactly where. She hasn't had any desire for sex in ages and yet she wants it now, so much more than she ever expected.
Rachel just nods, leaning down to kiss her as hand travels down and across her chest. She sneaks a hand under the fabric and kneads her breasts tenderly before swiping a thumb over her nipples. “Can you sit up for me, Bunny?”
Quinn gasps at the feeling of Rachel's hand on her breasts, moaning ever so slightly. She quickly does as is asked of her, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She purrs, getting between her legs. “If you’ll let me. I’d like to make you come.” And she lets s finger run through her folds.
Quinn sucks in a breath at Rachel's words. A moan escapes her lips at the feeling of Rachel's finger running through her folds. "Oh God." She hasn't felt this since the last time she'd gotten herself off while pregnant and after almost a year of not feeling anything, it's almost too much.
“Should I keep going?” Rachel moves up to brush over her clit because pausing.
"Fuck," she gasped as Rachel brushes her clit, head falling back. "Please," she whines.
Rachel can’t help but smile, peppering kissing along her face and neck as she teases her finger inside her before swiping the wetness over her clit and she does that slow at first and then quickening a bit. “Can I put two fingers inside you?”
Quinn can't help but moan, hips rolling into Rachel's hand. "Fuck. Please." She doesn't reckon she'll last too incredibly long, everything feels so extreme after so long. But lord does it feel good.
Rachel feels like she’s on fire as she begins moving two fingers inside her, calculated and teasing before she’s really moving inside her, other hand moving to circle her clit. “You feel so good around my fingers.”
Even though she knows it's coming, she can't stop herself from moaning as her hips buck into Rachel's hand. One of her hands finds Rachel's hair, nails scraping across her scalp. "Been so long," she mutters.
“I wanna feel you come. You deserve it.” And Rachel is moaning at the fingers in her hair as she begins to really fuck her with her fingers. “Come for me Bunny,”
Quinn isn't sure she believes what Rachel says but that doesn't stop her from moaning and pulling at Rachel's hair. The increased pace drives her wild, rolling her hips in an almost futile attempt to keep pace, something she had done when she was with Puck just to get something out of it, but her hips still at Rachel's words. And in no time, Rachel is driving her over the edge. "Oh, oh God."
Rachel takes it all in. The way she moves. The sounds. All of the feelings that being let in like this has provided. “Thats it Bunny. Feel good. Let yourself feel good.” And she moves faster a little more intensely in hopes to give her the most pleasure she can possibly have.
Quinn almost feels like she's going to pass out because of the sheer amount of pleasure. It's been so long since someone else has put her first, made what she feels a priority. And just when she thinks she'll start to come down the increased pace takes her back up and over. She's having to remind herself to breathe through it which just seems to make her feel more. "Okay," she breathes out, unsure exactly what she means by it.
Rachel swipes her hand on Quinn’s thigh before leaning in to kiss her gently. “Was that okay? Are you okay? You feel incredible falling apart like that.”
Quinn has to catch her breath as Rachel pulls out of her. She kisses Rachel back, moving to lay down on the couch, pulling Rachel down on top of her. "You were perfect." She mutters.
Rachel just giggles, missing her face and nuzzling her. “You were.”
Quinn wraps her arms around Rachel's waist, giggling a bit as Rachel nuzzles her. "Happy bunny." She mumbles sleepily, the the overwhelming expanse of emotion and sensations having finally caught up to her.
“I like a happy bunny.” Rachel whispers, letting herself relax above her. “Lets nap.”
Quinn just hums at Rachel's words, a little surprised by how comfortable she is with Rachel on top of her. She's not sure it'll stay that way, should she fall into a deeper sleep than she had earlier, but she didn't have the energy to not risk it.
“I’m just going to hold you and be here.” Rachel murmurs.
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