[ Her girlfriend, with the Alpha-ness that pumps through her veins, is just ridiculously strong, and Rachel really should know by now that any efforts to free herself when she’s caught in Quinn’s grasp are nothing more than feeble attempts. It’s how she’s ended up in the chilly waters of the bay on more than one occasion, and slung over Quinn’s shoulders on others. She’s really just a rag doll, pliant to Quinn’s will and wishes, but she’s also a very willing doll, and in this instance, Rachel’s very willing to play along.
As best as she can, Rachel slips her arms up her stomach until she can fold them across her chest in a mock petulant manner. She juts her lower lip out for good measure, too. ]
On second thought, no. Because apparently you’d actually like that, and I’m not about to reward you for pinning me to the floor and nearly wetting myself due to your deviously skilled fingers.
Rachel Berry, [ Quinn scolds, faux scandalized. ] you know I don’t care, but Judes is still home.
[ The Alpha dips her head to drag her nose over the brunette’s crossed arms and up her sternum, inhaling deeply and loudly, until she’s softly panting against Rachel’s ear, knees locking in a little tighter for good measure. ]
If you want to wet yourself on my fingers, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.
