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F2F || FAFABRAY

Charlie: [Nimble fingers unbutton Quinn's coat and push it off slender shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Charlie's jeans and Quinn's shirt soon join the growing number of clothes that they'd have to pick up off the floor later. Open-mouthed kisses were left in a row down the column of Quinn's neck. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the slick heat starting to pool between her legs. Her back hit a wall with a thud, and she quickly flipped them around, pinning Quinn against the wall and attacking her lips once again with fierce kisses.]

[They're both reduced to underwear in what feels like seconds, and Quinn can hardly stop herself from matching Charlie's apparent hunger with her own, and moaning loudly into her sister's mouth. The wall is cold against the skin of her back, but Quinn doesn't care, she wants this. Needs this. Needs Charlie to completely unravel her.]

Quinn: Bed. Please...

[A single leg rises from the floor to hook around Charlie's hip, holding her closer, and a hand slides down the length of Charlie's torso to cup her soaked core from over her boxer briefs.]

Quinn: You're so wet...for me.

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[She had been pacing the length of the living room, back and forth, trying to keep herself from fidgeting too much as she waited for Quinn to come home. Keys jingled on the other side of the door. The lock jiggles, the door opens and Charlie meets her twin across the floor with a kiss in equal vigor. Fuck. It's been too long since she's felt this way, this deep yearning for more. Lips press and tongues dueling against each other, hands roaming over each other's bodies.] "Too. Many. Clothes." [Charlie all but growled between rough kisses.]

Quinn: Better do something about that...mmm.

[There's a fire inside of Quinn, and it's rapidly burning away any shred of self control as hands fumble with the hem of Charlie's shirt, yanking it upward. Their mouths barely part for longer than a millisecond while they blindly stumble toward the bedroom.]

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C: [unsent] Fuck I don't know if I can wait

C: [unsent] I'll be here waiting

C: I'll be here

[Quinn rushes up the stairs once finally making it back to their building, taking them two at a time. She nearly drops the keys as she fumbles with the lock, and once she opens the door, flinging it open in one fluid move, her eyes hone and Charlie. In three short strides, Quinn's mouth is practically fused to her sister's, kissing her with a hunger.]

#fafabray #fafabray rp #fafabray 1x1

TEXTS ✉ FAFABRAY

C: I swear sometimes I think it'll just be faster sometimes if you just walk

[after a few moments]

C: You already know the answer q

[Quinn's cheeks flush a deep crimson.]

Q: And wouldn't you know it, the train's here. I'll be home soon, C. xx

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C: You're not fucking with me right?

C: How much longer now?

Q: No. But I do wish I was fucking you right now.

Q: Still waiting. :\

[A beat.]

Q: Do you want to have sex with me?

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C: Is that a question I'm supposed to answer?

Q: No, it's an expression that basically means: duh.

Q: Yes, Charlie Fabray, I miss having sex with you. I want to have sex with you again.

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C: Do you really tho?

Q: Did I really what?

Q: Miss having sex with you? Um, does a bear shit in the woods, C?

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C: Sounds good lazy ass

[Charlie pauses and can't look away from the last text bubble; her fingertips hovering over the on-screen keyboard, unsure what to reply]

C: How much longer until you're home?

Q: Maybe 15-20mins. Trains are still running late.

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C: No comment

C: That's what I'm talking about duck yes

C: *fuck yes~ stupid autocorrect

C: So I'm right then? You like it? ;)

Q: I've placed the order--delivery, I'm too tired to head out of my way to pick it up.

[Typing then deleting several times until Quinn decides to just hit send.]

Q: I miss having sex with you.

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C: OUR SON??! No excuse you I never signed the adoption papers for that fuzzball

C: You and I both know damn well that if I try to cook I'll burn down the whole apartment building if not the whole city great Chicago fire style

C: 0:-)

C: You like it tho

Q: Please. Like you don't consider him yours too. I know he definitely thinks of himself as yours. It could be all those cheetos you keep feeding him but he loves you.

[Quinn smirks and rolls her eyes.]

Q: Yes, Ma'am. Mango and shrimp sushi for dinner.

Q: Hmmmmmmmph!

TEXTS ✉ FAFABRAY

C: I give no credit to that oversized snow cone

C: He needs a bath too btw

C: Bring home dinner and you might just get more than that

C: More as in I'll give you the password to your Netflix account that I may or may not have changed

C: No sappyness before din-din

Q: Excuse you, our son just got groomed last week! Don't tell me you let him roll in something again, C.

Q: One of these days, C, you have to make us dinner. Blackmail isn't your style.

Q: Neither is being a tease!

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C: Dog walking or something like that. At least that's what the lady said over the phone

C: I mean I haven't got the job yet or whatever but this seems like easy enough money. I thought why not

C: When are you gonna be home?

Q: All that time you spent wrangling Gersh is finally paying off, huh?

Q: Already on my way back, with several congratulatory kisses for you!

[A beat.]

Q: C, I'm proud of you.

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C: I may or may have a reason to step out into the sun now

C: A job? Maybe you've heard of one of those things

C: But you can still buy me cheetos :)

[after a few moments]

C: I'm not going anywhere q

Q: A job!!! That's great, C!! What is it?

[A beat.]

Q: Please don't. I don't think I'd survive the heartache from losing you again...

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C: It's the good kind of news

C: Relax

Q: Okay, well sometimes I get scared that you're just going to...disappear on me again. Sue me.

Q: So, what's the good news, C?

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C: Hey so

C: I got news

Q: What sort of news...

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[Quinn's Apartment: F2F || Fafbray]

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[Charlie’s right hand moves to rub at her forehead — the pangs of an early headache were starting to set in — but stops when she notices Quinn turn about from the corner of her eye. She glances up to watch the other woman (Charlie’s eyes seemed to be drawn to Quinn’s movement more than usual as of lately) and her eyes widen slightly when she realizes that Quinn is basically topless and facing her and, yup, Quinn still has her nipple piercing. She’s seen Quinn’s naked body more times than she can count. But why did it feel like she should look away? Why did it feel like it was suddenly two-hundred degrees in the room? And why does she feel so overdressed? That could quickly be fixed. Turning around, her back to her sister, Charlie starts to strip.]

… Okay, okay… I was joking anyway. I don’t think I’d split my tongue if someone paid me a million bucks. I’m too afraid of not being able to taste things the same. Or lose sensation. I mean, what’s the point of having a tongue if you can’t taste ice cream or enjoy eating someone out?

[She lets out a quiet chuckle that ends up sounding a little on the forced side, but it’s the best that she can do. At least she’s able to breathe a little easier now. She struggles a bit, trying to peel the skin-tight skinny jeans from her legs, but eventually succeeds and the denim ends up in a pile on the floor by her feet. She wiggles her ass, doing a little celebration jig as her legs rejoice from the newly found freedom. Charlie loves skinny jeans — it made her ass look fucking a-may-zing, but it just felt so much better to lounge around in just boy briefs. Her sweater — one of Quinn’s sweaters that she swiped a few days ago and hadn’t given back yet — and bra were next to go. Arms coming up to cross over her breasts, she strode over to Quinn’s dresser and fished out a t-shirt to wear to bed. She smirked when she realized that it was one of Quinn’s old cheerleader shirts and quickly shrugged it on. The lights were soon turned off and sheet covers were pulled back as Charlie slid into the other side of the bed. Scooting across the bed, Charlie’s legs and feet make contact with her twin’s before her arms do, but her hands soon follow and an arm loosely wraps around a lithe waist.]

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[Quinn deflates at the gentle weight of Charlie's arm across her waist, and she emits a satisfied sigh at the sensation. God, she's missed this so much. Not just Charlie's proximity, but also the feeling of being held. Charlie's hold is lose and lazy, but that's the way Quinn likes it. Charlie was never one to cling, and now, neither was Quinn. She purred at the proximity of Charlie's mouth, feeling the ghost whispers of breaths evening out as her sister was steadily falling asleep beside her. Though sleep would not come so readily for the blonde. Not yet at least. Not with out one more kiss.]

[Rolling over, now nose to nose with her sister, Quinn slowly closed the gap between their lips, pressing a pillow soft kiss to a pair of plump, slightly chapped lips that she adored. Content, Quinn mumbled a soft goodnight as her eyes slowly drooped closed.]

I love you, C...

likeacharliezard

[Quinn's Apartment: F2F || Fafbray]

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Hey— I think it’ll be kinda badass! Like, think of how cool it’d be for me to like move one side of my— …

[Charlie’s voice gets lost in her throat when she glances up, a cocky smirk on her face, and notices her sister in the state of undress that she was in. The smirk quickly dissolves away as her eyes take in the smooth skin of the plain of Quinn’s back. Her eyes settle on the cloth-covered ass and moments flash before her eyes. Quinn straddling her lap, lips biting and attacking lips. Fingers dipping into slick folds. A hot-breathed moan in her ear. The euphoric feeling of finally being able to let go.]

[She shakes her head, forcing herself to toss those moments aside to file back into her head later; she had only gotten lost in her thoughts but for a moment. But those moments have been haunting Charlie since she left all those months ago. She couldn’t think about that now.

[Charlie tried to recover from her mental slip by coughing a few times into her hand and clearing her throat, acting as if the reason she stopped talking was to address whatever speck of dust was lodged annoyingly in her throat. Hopefully Quinn wouldn’t think anything of it.]

… O-of my tongue. Or… to be able to hiss an flick my tongue like a snake.

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[As Charlie stutters, Quinn turns to pick up the t-shirt, the side of her breast in full view of her sister. The blonde makes no move at all to cover herself--this was a test of sorts. To gauge just how much of her comfort level was still in tact around Charlie. Surprisingly (or not so), Quinn is still perfectly fine stripping in front of her sister. There's no feeling of shame or fear. It's just...natural. Fitting her arms into the shirt, but not yet pulling it over her head, she faces Charlie, breasts out and all.]

You can hiss and flick your tongue just fine without butchering it, thank you very much, C. I love you the way you are.

[Finally she dons the t-shirt and moves to her side of the bed, climbing under the covers.]

God...I'm exhausted. Aren't you?

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