#para:dinner

[honeymoonquinn-blog]

Para: Dinner

Rachel: Rachel had to admit, she was surprised when Quinn turned down her offer, but she was too heated to pursue it any further. The feeling of her body against hers was enough to make her head spin, and she never wanted any of it to end. She drew in a sharp breath and rested her head back against the pillows, letting Quinn do her work on her. Looking back at her after a minute, she wondered what Quinn's motivation behind this was. Rachel, of course, wanted to feel good, and Quinn was there to help her. Was Quinn doing the same? Scared to answer her own question, she brought Quinn's lips back to her own and kissed her, wrapping her arms around her back. Pulling back a little, she rested their heads together and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful," she murmured. Feeling every ounce of her body crying out, she kissed her again, moaning against her mouth as her heated body pressed against the blonde's. All of this would end tomorrow and there was no way to stop time, as much as she wished that they could. For now, she knew she'd just have to appreciate every moment.

Quinn: Quinn struggled to breathe, her entire body focused on the energy reverberating between the two of them. Rachel’s breathe teased against her chin and Quinn lost herself in those expressive brown eyes. She read need and want in them, desire to move this forward and continue to stoke the flames of arousal burning between their bodies. Her cock throbbed painfully in her slacks and each roll of Rachel’s hips against her brought with it the awareness of how close she was to losing control and embarrassing herself. “That’s you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Quinn’s voice was low and husky, desire evident in every syllable. She had no idea how far she was willing to let this go while on this dinner cruise or even what might happen when they were tucked into the bed of their suite later that night. Tomorrow they would fly back into reality, a reality that included a busted wedding and the jilted fiancé and the consequences of Quinn clearing her calendar so quickly. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with that. Her fingers gripped Rachel’s hips more tightly and encouraged her to continue to move against her as she arched up and captured the woman’s lips in another heated kiss.

Rachel: Rachel felt her breathing pick up and a sudden jerk of her hips against her body became too much for her body. She let out a harsh gasp and clung onto Quinn's body. She didn't know what had come over her. The buildup of emotions and physical feelings had come all at once, and she was unsure of what this would all mean for them. Taking a deep breath, she tried to distract herself by kissing Quinn again, trying to relax her body. Stroking her back, she tried to use it as a way to calm herself down as well. The second she heard the reply from Quinn, she knew that things were certainly getting complicated, but unless they brought it up, there was nothing to worry about. Quinn was her best friend, and that was all she was. Moving her lips to her neck, she pressed soft kisses on her skin.

Quinn: Quinn exhaled sharply, her senses on high alert to every movement of Rachel against her. Her heart raced and pounded in her chest and her body quivered at the ragged gasp from the woman rocking over her. Tilting her head, she yielded to those light sweet kisses teasing at her pulse point. Feeling Rachel’s lips on her skin, the way her breath caught and then released in an audible rush was all too much for Quinn and not enough at the same time. Twisting her fingers in Rachel’s hair, she gave a light pull and gasped at the deep, desire filled expression reverberating in the woman’s eyes. “So incredibly gorgeous.”

Rachel: Rachel didn't want to do anything she would regret. They were there for each other, and she knew that if she continued, the alcohol would get the best of her. Biting her lip, she saw the way that Quinn was looking at her and wasn't sure what the look meant. Quinn was her friend and always wanted to cheer her up and make her feel pretty, but in that moment, it was somehow different. She couldn't put her finger on it. Kissing her cheek, she paused, breathing deeply. Shivering a little, she cuddled against her. "Could we slow down?" she asked, her head spinning.

Quinn: Quinn nodded and tightened her arms around Rachel rolling until her back hit the mattress. She cradled her best friend against her body, rubbing her hand soothingly across Rachel’s shoulders as she inhaled deeply and willed her body calm itself down. “It’s whatever you want, Rachel. There’s no pressure.” Quinn placed light kisses to the brunette’s forehead, inhaling the fragrances that seemed so unique to the woman. Her pulse began to slow down, the pounding in her chest now more of a light thump and much more manageable. Quinn felt the moment slipping through her fingertips but knew it was probably for the best. As much as she wanted Rachel naked and writhing against her, panting and moaning, crying out her name, she was more than aware that her feelings for her best friend were different than the feelings Rachel had for her. Slowing down, probably stopping was for the best as the regrets of what could have been would probably be far less than the guilt of going too far too fast.

[honeymoonquinn-blog]

Dinner Cruise, Party of Two

Quinn smoothed her fingers down the sharp crease in her slacks, a soft smile playing at her lips. This honeymoon trip had been and continued to be one of the best times she could ever remember having.  Being here with Rachel, Quinn felt relaxed and at home, completely content even as they poked fun and teased one another. Waking up this morning once again completely wrapped around each other, they knew they only  had 2 more days at the resort and wanted to get up and explore a little more before the romantic dinner cruise that night.

Pretending to be a newlywed couple was more or less a non-issue at this point.  They constantly held each other’s hand or had to be touching in some way or the other, light kisses turned heated in seconds and it didn’t matter if they were alone or had an audience.  It was second nature and to Quinn it came as easily as drawing in her next breath.  She focused almost exclusively on Rachel and was more in tune with her than she had been before the trip and that was saying something.

“Are you almost … whoa.” Quinn started to call out to Rachel, to hurry her along so they would be on time for their private cruise, but stopped midsentence with a light gasp as the other woman appeared in the doorway. “You look beautiful, baby.  Just wow.  No one would guess you rode a dirty camel this afternoon.  Gorgeous.”

[blainers--hummel-anderson]

Dinner for Two || Klaine

TAGGED:  Blaine & Kurt Hummel-Anderson

LOCATION: The Hummel-Anderson Household

TIME FRAME: Friday Evening

GENERAL NOTES: Kurt gives Blaine his first hormone injection, then treats him to a romantic dinner. 

Blaine had had a long morning at work. Since he and Kurt had started their treatment, he had slowly cut down his working hours, as he wanted to be in the best psychical condition possibly, and 24 hour shift patterns were not included in that. Even an 8 hour shift at the hospital could be hard going, as much as he loved his job he was relieved when he walked out those doors still dressed in his Marvel Superhero nursing scrubs and headed home. He had one more visit to make first and thankfully the Clinic was only a short drive from the hospital, and Blaine arrived quickly. He was sidetracked briefly, when he saw one of his friends from the support group, Jeff in the clinics waiting room, but eventually arrived at the gave pharmacy. He gave is surname and was handed two white bags, one for him and one for Kurt. He held them carefully, smiled at the pharmacist and left. 

Soon, he arrived home and smiled at the familiar sight of the place he and Kurt had made their own. He pushed the door open, smiling "Honey, I'm home...!" he called, dropping his bag by the stairs. 

[samyinparis]

Dinner || Sam & Penelope

Sam put his jacket on and took one last look in the mirror. He smoothed over his hair one more time and then set out onto the streets of Paris. As he walked over to Penelope's, he found himself being a bit nervous. He didn't know why, obviously he'd dated before but.... ah he didn't know. Penelope seemed like a really nice girl, and he was determined to have a great time with her. Before he knew it, he reached her house. He put on his winning smile and knocked at the door.

[matt-burke-blog]

Dinner / Matthew & Olivia.

Inwardly, Matthew was having a mild panic attack. Clothes were being thrown everywhere, his apartment was a current mess and he kept his gaze constantly glued to the time, weighing up how long things would take to sort into place. Usually, a five or ten minute difference wouldn't matter, but he was taking it a little more seriously than normal, because it was a.. date? He didn't even know. He hoped that she found it like that. The invitation had certainly swayed that way, but he had been on a very limited numbers of dates in his life, and wanted everything to run smoothly. The idea of a first date with Olivia was both incredibly exciting, and sort of terrifying. Being a loner himself, Matthew wasn't new to relationships, but he was new to all the formalities of a first date.

After choosing some casual, nice clothing, he packet his phone, wallet and some flowers he had chosen for her, (though.. he had no idea what he was doing, really. Was Olivia the type to want flowers? It was too late now, anyway), he headed out of his apartment and got a cab to her place. He'd already mentally decided that they could walk from hers -- he had chosen the restaurant that was only ten minutes away. Keeping things simple, but still wanting to make an impression. Paying the driver of the taxi, he stepped out and sidled up to her door, knocking twice and stepping back, an anxious expression on his face.