They were always stolen, these moments between them. Hiding in empty rooms and deserted halls. In the girls’ lockers room when the squad had left and there were no one but the two of them. Glances meeting from each end of the room loaded with far too many emotions, changing so fast it was hard to catch them all but they did... they shared them ( anger, desire, frustration, longing, denial ---love--- ) but it was always easier to pretend like they didn’t. Fun, exciting in it’s own way and truly, Cheryl loves getting under Quinn’s skin, drive her inside, break that stone cold facade. She winks at her from where she stands, still on her underwear from the waist up and raises an eyebrow as a silent dare. “ how come... it’s always just the two of us here... alone ?.” and as she speaks she walks, making her way over to where Quinn stands still, looking at her ( and Cheryl thinks, pictures her in her mind holding her breath, expectantly ). She’s close enough now that she can run the tip of her finger down the extent of Quinn’s arm, teasing, provocative, hope she’d get a reaction out of the other. And she does ( and it’s definitely not one that she expected but sweet satan if it isn’t the one she craved ). Quinn kisses with the same emotions that flash through her eyes and Cheryl smirks before giving in, a low moan vibrant on her throat. She really loves getting under Quinn’s skin.
