Quinn padded back into her room, letting out a sigh of relief as she shut off the bathroom light, feeling much cooler after drowning herself in icy water. She wouldn’t admit how sick she felt, chalking up the heat to the beautiful girl in her bed. “Baby.” She whispered, crawling back onto the mattress, and feeling no shame in waking her girlfriend up. Her selfishness was well documented and while she’d been soul searching the past few weeks; it wasn’t something that could be thrown instantly. That, and she knew Isabel wouldn’t mind. “Darling,” Her voice rang much quieter, her lips pressing gently to the sleeping girl’s, letting them linger as she pulled the taller girl’s arm around her.
Jackson paced, having rushed to the front of the school without thinking about the delay for someone who hadn’t sprinted. But he felt good. He felt really good. The clinic wasn’t busy and the few people who’d come in had been completely treatable. That- and he was going into town for steambuns. With Penelope. What could ever be bad about that?
Nikki let her fingers brush along the books as she walked by them, bored as she walked through the aisles. But the library was the only place open this time of night, and at the very least, she could strike up some conversation. She just had to keep her eye open for a certain blonde.
Walking around the corner, she heard a slight mumbling; quiet enough to be hidden at any other time. But it was late, and Nikki had good ears. She recognized the small girl, her footsteps quiet as she closed the distance between them. “You know you can take those back to your room, right?” She asked, her voice smooth as velvet as she leaned against the table.
monday, august 1st, afternoon.
quinn fabray and isabel st. james
tw. drug use, mo. gunshot.
"I can't handle this sober."
Isabel was in a fucking lot of pain. And was also incredibly angry-- angrier than she had been in a very long time. Left hand cradled in her right, Isabel trudged up the steps to Quinn's floor, rage rolling off her in waves. At any other time, she would have been amused at the way people actually turned around and went in the other direction when they saw her, but she was too focused on keeping her hand still. Pausing at Quinn's door, Isabel knocked twice before coming inside. She didn't speak-- not for lack of trying, though. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a pained yelp as she reached to close the door with the wrong hand.
Quinn was enamored with her show. Other than texting Isabel, she'd spent the day inside her room. Any other week, she'd be out drinking, or trying to pick up someone to bring home; either those or recovering from a hangover. But Isabel had made her weekend something she didn't have to recover from. She barely reacted to the knock, assuming the girl would just slip in behind her. However, the blonde quickly grew impatient at the lack of contact, turning to look and furrowing her eyebrows at Isabel's attempts. It wasn't until she heard the sound that she jumped up, knocking over most of the popcorn as she moved quickly to Isabel, not even bothering to look back at her mess. "What happened?" She said quickly, looking over the girl's body and checking her face for bruises, her fingers as careful as she could in her panic.
Isabel quirked a very awkward attempt at a smile-- the anger still had not disapated, and it showed. "Punched a guy in the face." She mumbled, avoiding eye contact and instead letting her gaze fall to where Quinn's hand ever so carefully held her own. "I think it might be broken? I haven't had a broken hand in a while, but it feels broken."
Quinn felt her eyes widen as she finally saw the injury to Isabel's hand, feeling a slight pang in her chest she hadn't felt for anyone but Norah. The expression on Isabel's face felt wrong, and Quinn felt it deep in her bones, and it only made her more worried. "Baby, why? Did he try and hurt you?" She felt anger. So much anger. But it didn't show in her tone. Normally, she would've just fixed it up and went to break ever bone in whoever's body she needed too. But seeing Isabel hurt did a lot more to her than she'd ever thought. She pushed away the slight fear that blossomed and pulled Isabel to the bed with her good hand, pushing her to sit. "Stay here." She said, without making eye contact, walking into the bathroom and kneeling down, going through the cabinet and finding the first aid kit, whose supplies had been untouched for a couple months; since Norah had made her stop going out looking for trouble. Bringing it up, Quinn opened it on the counter, picking through and grabbing the supplies she needed. She knew what to grab. Quinn had broken her hands more times than she could count. Rage, abuse, and depression had all shown up in her past and whether it was by her own anger, or someone else's, she knew how to treat any injury to the flesh. So she should be calm. If it'd happened to her, she would be. The blonde turned to leave, but she caught her reflection in the side mirror, stopping in her tracks. The look in her eyes wasn't one she'd seen in a long time. The tears on her cheeks were ones she didn't feel fall. Isabel was just contributing to the emotional wreck that was Quinn Fabray. The blonde rubbed quickly at her eyes, pushing down her fear as much as possible as she moved to the bed, sitting down next to the brunette and carefully pulling her hand into Quinn’s lap.
Isabel simply nodded, moving to sit at the end of the bed, hand cradled in her lap. Blue eyes that regularly were warm and bright were dark and stormy as she stared daggers down at her broken hand. Why did she feel like this? So upset at herself. She spent years doing far worse to people, why is this any different. Isabel barely noticed Quinn's return until the soft touch to her hand, her head turning to look at the blonde. "Why are you sad?" She asked softly, eyebrows furrowed slightly. She could see the emotions swirling in hazel eyes, and none of them were good. Isabel let her thumb twitch slightly, just enough to trace lightly against the hand holding her own.
Quinn: "Because you're hurt." Quinn responded quickly, still refusing to meet Isabel's eyes. It was careful and clinical work, wrapping up the brunette's hand, trying not to flinch at the painfully swollen skin. It was then, Quinn realized she'd forgotten where she was, and where she- and Isabel came from. And she felt something inside her break.
Isabel "A broken hand isn't so bad, baby, and that's coming from someone who's been shot." She let out a soft laugh before freezing completely-- realizing she really should not have said that. Her tone was soft when she spoke next. "I'm okay, baby. I promise."
Quinn: Quinn visibly winced at the information, her hands flinching away from Isabel's. Words bubbled at her lips, wanting to break this connection, wanting to push away someone who could get hurt because of her; or just because of their families. It felt like an inevitability. She'd spent her entire childhood trying to protect her mother, and it did nothing. Her mother never got out. And neither would she. But there was the selfishness that had always kept Quinn alive. Isabel was something she wanted. Something she craved. Her hands settled back down as she let out a breath. Without responding, she reached into her bedside table and pulling out a bottle of Smirnoff, taking much too large a gulp for such a small girl.
Isabel pressed her lips together firmly as Quinn flinched away. A part of her yelled at her-- she's a monster, how could Quinn want a monster like her? Somebody who gets shot and doesn't even care. Blue eyes darkened further as she looked away from Quinn, gaze glued to the floor beneath her feet as she tried to make herself as small as she could, bracing herself for the inevitable rejection and being sent away.
Quinn: Quinn coughed as her throat burned, setting down the bottle. "I can't handle this sober." She shifted lightly, reaching out and holding Isabel's chin between her index finger and thumb, turning the girl's face towards her. "You can do whatever you want. But if you die, I will kill you, okay? At the least, let me teach you a better way to fuck a guy up other than making it so you can't have sex with me for months, alright?" She shook her head, taking another deep breath. "I'm so tired of being so panicked, and scared, and my legs are so messed up from running every time I break. So I'm not going to break. I'm going to get tipsy, you're going to take a Vicodin, and you're going to explain this tomorrow. /Please/ just keep the broken bones to a minimum of at most only one every couple months."
Isabel was surprised when Quinn's next words weren't something akin to 'you're terrible get away from me', eyes wide and still a little lost. "You don't think I'm a monster?" Her voice broke just barely, the genuine surprise evident in her voice. Isabel was so terrified of Quinn hating her for the things that happened in her past. "I don't-- I know how to throw a punch, but the guy's face was /really dense/." She stumbled over her words slightly, her brain cycling through thoughts too quickly for her to focus one hundred percent. "I also have two hands, y'know." The part of Isabel that loved to tease Quinn and make her blush won out in that moment as she smirked just barely, before choking out a half laugh-half sob and all but throwing herself at the blonde, face tucked into her neck.
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, looking over the girls' features, trying not to acknowledge the slight relief as she saw some of.. /her/ Isabel come back. She gasped a little when she felt Isabel in her arms, her confusion only holding her up for a moment before she wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette, gently stroking her hair. "Baby, if you're a monster, then I'm Satan. And as much as I look great in red, I'm not /that/ bad." She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Isabel's head, closing her eyes. "I don't care if you punch a million guys. I just don't want to see you get hurt. That's all I've seen, my entire life. And I just don't want you to be in that list."
Isabel curled her right hand into the end of Quinn's shirt, nose nuzzling further into soft skin. "I want to be better for you." She murmured, almost entirely in the blonde's lap. Isabel couldn't understand where this had come from-- this apparent need for Quinn and to be near her, but it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was like Quinn was the balance she never knew she needed.
Quinn felt her mood soften, wishing she could hold Isabel tighter-closer. "You're perfect." The blonde said quietly, brushing her fingers as comfortably as she could through Isabel's hair. "I don't think badly of you. I don't want anything more than you being safe, baby."
Isabel let out a low sigh, brushing her lips over Quinn's shoulder before lifting her head to face her properly. "I'm...so far from perfection." She laughed lightly, bringing her good hand up to lay gently against the blonde's cheek, tracing her jawline. "You're an angel sent from heaven, y'know. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Quinn had to laugh, not wanting to seem callous towards Isabel's sweet words, but finding them hilarious. "I'm not an angel. And I'm not even sure I deserve you." Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Isabel's lips.
Isabel let her hand play absently with the baby hairs at the nape of Quinn's neck, melting into her touch. "You're an angel to me." She mumbled against the blonde's lips before pulling back just slightly, leaving their foreheads pressed together. "My hand really fucking hurts." She laughed, low and breathy. Her hand, currently pressed between them, was throbbing intensely.
Quinn: "I bet it does. Let me get you something for that." She moved off the bed, going for her bedside again and pulling out her purse, looking through it. Making an effort for Isabel not to see the other orange bottles within it, she quickly grabbed a small leather pocket with the letters Q.F. inscribed on it. Setting the purse back inside, she grabbed water from the table and handed it to Isabel as she sat next to her. "Sometimes being the boss's daughter has a few perks." Pulling out a pill, she broke it in half and brought it to Isabel's lips.
Isabel trusted Quinn, 100%. But she couldn't take anything without knowing what it was. She placed a light hand on the blonde's wrist. "What is it? I don't want to feel too blurry, not when I'm spending time with you." Gently, she took Quinn's wrist in her hand, thumb tracing lightly over the point where her pulse thumped, before bringing her hand to her lips and carefully brushing her lips over the bluish veins in her wrist.
Quinn shivered slightly at the light touches, her body coming down from a slight adrenaline rush. "Just Vicodin." She promised, expecting a question. "It's not strong at all, I usually had to take 3. But it'll take the edge off until you want to go to Jackson."
Isabel nodded, releasing Quinn's wrist and parting her lips, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde. Once she'd swallowed the little pill, she reached for Quinn's wrist and tugged her closer. "They gave me Vicodin after the whole-" she paused, making a little finger gun motion, "It wasn't too terrible, I only took it for about two days though." Tugging gently on Quinn's wrist to get her to sit in her lap, Isabel wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist once she settled, chin resting on her shoulder. "I just wanna stay here with you forever."
Quinn happily settled into Isabel's lap, feeling another pang at the mention of the gunshot but feeling calmer as the girl held her closer. "You can." She said quietly, leaning down and pressing a deep kiss to her lips, melting into it. "As long as you're safe."
Isabel "I know you'll keep me safe." She murmured, letting out a happy sigh as she tightened her hold on Quinn's waist, the two of them flush against each other. Isabel nipped gently at Quinn's lower lip, soothing it with a light swipe of her tongue before shifting to trail her lips slowly along her jawline.
Quinn 's eyes fell shut, letting out a sigh. "I will. Even if keeping you safe means tying you up in my bed." She wound her arms around Isabel's shoulders lazily, pulling back to look into blue eyes, searching for all the little things she'd memorized. "I like you way too much, " Quinn said quietly, brushing her fingers over Isabel's back.
Isabel chuckled, giving a teasing nip to the sensitive skin just beneath Quinn's jawline. "I wouldn't mind having you tie me up." She gave Quinn a crooked little grin when the blonde pulled back, the dimple in her left cheek a little more prominent. "I really really like you too. Maybe too much for so soon."
Quinn let out a small, relaxed moan at the feeling of Isabel's teeth. The sweet pleasure was nothing compared to the swelling of her heart as she saw Isabel's dimple. "Maybe." She repeated, reaching up to rub her thumb over the girl's cheek, tracing the dimple. "Or maybe we're just smart enough to know that-.." She shrugged lightly, brushing away strands of Isabel's hair absentmindedly. "That we don't have to go through all the awkwardness. Because you obviously have my back. And- I have yours."
Isabel 's grin widened at Quinn's words. Leaning over, she smacked a loud kiss on the blonde's cheek, before letting her lips linger against soft skin. "I won't let anybody hurt you." She mumbled, nuzzling Quinn's cheek affectionately.
wednesday, july 30th, afternoon.
quinn fabray and isabel st. james
isabel asks quinn on a date. tw. smutty tones.
"It's just funny to me, because I don't think I could've realized I liked boys if I'd met /you/ when I was younger.”
Isabel was nervous. Incredibly so. She'd only ever been asked on dates herself, never being the one to ask, so this was new. New and terrifying. Terrifying because her heart felt like it was gonna jump out of her chest when she looked at Quinn and the thought of the blonde rejecting her was far more horrifying than she'd ever expected it to be. A single rose in hand, Isabel was dressed in a cute little navy blue dress that stopped just above her knees, black heels and her hair curled meticulously. She knew Quinn had only ever seen her in joggers and nikes, so she figured it couldn't hurt to get dressed up nice. When Isabel finally reached Quinn's dorm, she had to let out a slow breath, her jaw flexing slightly as she fought to not turn tail and run. She was hoping that the blonde had received the roses she'd had left in each of her classes that day-- each one with a little slip of paper tied to the stem, either depicting a little doodle or another of her usual terrible jokes. Before she could lose her nerve, Isabel knocked at Quinn's door. As the door opened, she grinned crookedly, slightly holding up the rose. "Hi." She started simply, fighting a giggle at Quinn's astonished face. "I almost had some big speech planned but I kind of forgot the whole thing on my way here. So-- go on a date with me?" It was supposed to be sweet and romantic, but God-- Quinn was /so pretty/ and it was hard to think when she looked at her.
Quinn hadn't been a good student lately. Among her mental and emotional problems, and thinking much too much about Isabel to be healthy, she'd been behind. And her perfectionist nature had resulted in her being burrowed up in her room between classes, her hair in a very messed up messy bun, and shorts and a Harley Quinn shirt, which would've been normal for any other Undergrad. But Quinn rarely ever stayed in pajamas after waking up. She usually woke up early and made sure every aspect of how she looked- looked perfect. But today, amongst the worries of school.. And a little encouragement on how beautiful she was, she wasn't worried. It wasn't on track to last for longer than the time in her dorm room, but it was a start. Her eyebrows furrowed at the Knocks at the door, pushing up with only a bit of annoyance, and padding over. And she thought it was a supermodel. Or an angel. She recognized Isabel's bright eyes and puppy dog smile, but - this was new. And Quinn, past a little natural jealousy, could feel herself drooling. She barely caught onto what Isabel was saying. The blonde got most of it. It took her a moment to process. It would take anyone a moment to process. "I-" Her lips curled into a smile when she spotted the rose, cursing herself slightly for letting herself turn into a hormonal 14 year old boy. "Yes. Yes of course." She said, a laugh bubbling up to her lips. They tied up between her teeth as she took another once over of Isabel. "But only if you come in."
Isabel couldn't help but be incredibly pleased at the reaction she got from the blonde. She was well aware that she more often than not, dressed like a tomboy. It was always incredibly amusing when she did dress up and got to watch people who normally wouldn't look twice, drool over her. Of course-- Quinn was different. Quinn, who had said yes to her date. Pleased smile still firmly on her face, Isabel nodded, following the blonde inside. "You look beautiful, by the way." She said it so matter of factly, like it was unarguable that Quinn was anything other than stunning, no matter the time of day. "I know it's probably odd seeing me out of my nikes." Isabel laughed, giving a little spin to show off her dress.
Quinn couldn't help but giggle slightly, leaning against the door way as she watched Isabel, recovering from her surprise and feeling the same relaxed feeling Isabel always brought settling over her. She'd always found the girl beautiful. "I love your Nikes." Quinn mused gently, her tone completely genuine. Reaching out, she caught a loose part of the dress, tugging gently. When Isabel was closer, Quinn slipped her hand up, brushing a curly tendril from Isabel's cheek, looking over her features and feeling a leap in her chest when she met those stark blue eyes. "You look- /amazing/. No matter what you're wearing." She smiled warmly, brushing her thumb over Isabel's cheek. "Whether it's forest chic with leaves in your hair and that amazing smile on your lips, or looking like you're straight- and I mean, straight out of a Hollywood magazine. " Quinn let out a breath, knowing how dreamy her expression looked as she straightened up, wrapping her arms around Isabel's neck. She took a few moments, resting her forehead against Isabel's and closing her eyes. "I really like you." She said quietly. "More than I should. And not because of the dress, or even-" Her head fell and she pressed her lips to Isabel's cheek. "I woke up this morning and I realized how much I didn't want it to be without you."
Isabel was mildly surprised at the blatant affection she received from the blonde. It was second nature to lean into the touch on her cheek, blushing to the tips of her ears as she listened to Quinn speak. Arms winding comfortably around Quinn's waist, she fiddled absently with the hem of her tee shirt. Her heart was beating so fast, she almost thought something was wrong. But nothing about this felt wrong. "You-- /God/, Quinn." Isabel almost wanted to cry, knowing that Quinn felt the same was incredible. "I really like you too. I just-- I can't get you out of my head." Her cheeks flushed an even darker shade at the touch of lips to her skin. "All it took was once to know that waking up without you wasn't the same." Her hand begin absently tracing little patterns on the small of Quinn's back. The minimal distance between them was incredibly comfortable, and she really didn't want to move.
Quinn bit her lip again, pulling back only slightly. "Come in?" She asked gently, even a little shyly. This was all fast, and she could feel herself pulling away from it, but at the same time- she'd been unhappy for so long. Why wouldn't she hold onto this as tightly as possible? "We can make up for the lost mornings.." She licked her lips, failing to hide a small smirk.
Isabel "Wait, just one thing first." Isabel murmured before tipping her head forward to connect their lips gently. It wasn't meant to start anything- simply a way of showing her affection. Pulling back after just a moment, Isabel laced their fingers together. "Lead the way, Q." She gave her usual crooked little smile, her dimples a little more prominent.
Quinn wanted to fall into the kiss, melt into it. But it was so soft that it just left her with a slightly dazed smile, her eyes falling open to see her favorite smile. Overly happy, she turned the wrong way and almost ran into the doorway. She flushed darkly, giggling through her awkwardness. "Other- yeah." She pulled Isabel through the door, closing it gently behind them and leading Isabel to the bed, pushing away the papers.
Isabel couldn't keep back her slight giggle, squeezing Quinn's hand lightly. At the sight of Quinn's papers and books, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I'm not interrupting anything important am I?" She arched an eyebrow at Quinn, though she still helped move the papers out of the way. Shifting her grip, Isabel laid her hand on Quinn's forearm to brace herself as she carefully remover her heels-- putting her back to being just barely shorter than the blonde.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, you're saving me from becoming a hermit." She took the moment to watch Isabel, happy to support her and even happier to take advantage of the opportunity of the other girl busy. Quinn realized it didn't have as much to do with seeing the dress as she thought- it was just more that she could see Isabel's lithe body, and gentle curves. A little part of her felt a pang of relief that this wasn't a normal thing, everyday thing, because.. She wanted to be the only one to see this. Quinn had always been possessive, but it'd never come this fast. But then again, usually she was too distracted by herself to be so focused on people until they decided to leave. Her mind felt clearer, even just a little. And she knew it didn't have fully to do with Isabel, and more with the chemicals flowing through her system, but Isabel had a part in it. And Quinn definently associated the girl with the good feelings. "That's better." The blonde teased, slipping her hand back into Isabel's and settling herself on the bed. "You being taller is definitely alluring, but it'd get on my nerves after a while."
Isabel "Hey! I just wanna make sure." Holding her hands up in mock surrender, Isabel laughed. "Heels are very much not an every day thing, I promise." As Quinn laced their fingers together, she lifted their joined hands to press a kiss to the back of Quinn's, leaving a slight lipstick print behind. "Is there a specific reason you don't like me being taller?" She teased gently, casually straddling Quinn's hips. The movement was meant to be anything more than her sitting in the blonde's lap-- Isabel craved Quinn's presence, finding comfort in being so close to her.
Quinn: "Harder to kiss you." Quinn replied simply, smiling at the girl's motions and position, reaching for her cascading dark hair. Her eyes were wandering, careful and slow, feeling so comfortable in that moment, even as some color remained in her cheeks from her embarrassment. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it, laughing at herself.
Isabel couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. "You're so damn adorable." She mused, pressing a quick kiss to the blonde's lips before letting her head fall to Quinn's shoulder. "What's so funny, Hm?" Isabel hummed lightly, letting her lips brush slightly against smooth skin.
Quinn wanted the chase Isabel's soft lips but instead played with the girl's curly hair, something she found herself doing a lot. "I just-" she laughed again. "Don't take this the wrong way- okay? It's just, I've always liked boys, and girls, and never had a problem with it, and just, I." Quinn nuzzles into Isabel's hair, smiling. "It's just funny to me, because I don't think I could've realized I liked boys if I'd met /you/ when I was younger."
Isabel had to press her lips together to keep from giggling. Letting her arms hang loosely over Quinn's shoulders, Isabel played absently with the little baby hairs that had fallen from her bun at the nape of her neck. "You're telling me...that you're gay for me?" The amusement was thick in her tone as she spoke slowly. Lifting her head, she looked at Quinn properly. "You are the most precious thing I've ever seen." She said sweetly, dimples on full display as she grinned.
Quinn blushed as red as a strawberry, wanting the look away with embarrassment but captured by Isabel's beautiful eyes and Quinn'd favorite dimples. "Maybe, just a little." The blonde lied, leaning up to press her lips to Isabel's.
Isabel 's shoulder shook just barely with a low chuckle as she easily returned the kiss, finally allowing herself to melt into the touch. "I feel so special." She murmured into the minuscule amount of space between them, blunt fingernails scratching just barely at the nape of Quinn's neck.
Quinn shivered slightly at the pressure, curling more against Isabel. "You are." She mumbled, reaching her arms out to wrap completely around Isabel's small waist, trying to ignore how her muscles moved against Quinn.
Isabel couldn't help but press herself closer to the blonde, hands reaching up to gently pull the tie from her hair. Slowly, she let her fingers card through blonde curls. Their kiss remained slow and sweet. Isabel simply wanted to feel Quinn there, nothing more. She'd let Quinn choose their pace.
Quinn let out a soft whimper at the feeling of Isabel's hands in her hair, her fingers rubbing lazy patterns on the girl's back. She felt greedy, she wanted everything, but she kept herself from pinning Isabel to the bed because this felt different. It felt special. Especially with no push from the brunette, who seemed calm and happy with just touching Quinn. It felt refreshing. Everything about Isabel did.
Isabel meant to bite back the low moan, really, she did, but the feeling of Quinn so close to her and her hands on her back was so pleasant and relaxing, she just...didn't. Finally leaning back just enough so she could look at Quinn, Isabel gently trailed her fingertips along the blonde's jawline. "Hi." She murmured, lips curled up at the edges just so.
Quinn felt her eyes fall open, a warmth settling low in her belly at the sound from Isabel's lips. Her pupils were bigger when the brunette pulled back. She leaned into Isabel's soft touch, the only thing keeping her eyes from falling shut in happiness was the urge to look into Isabel's eyes. "Hi." She said gently, wishing she could slide her hands under the fabric of Isabel's dress, her fingers bluntly scratching over it.
Isabel "Hi." Isabel pulled her lower lip between her teeth, smiling a little bigger. She felt giddy, like a teenager falling in love for the first time. At Quinn's touch to her dress, Isabel glanced down before locking eyes with Quinn again. "This dress isn't really made for cuddling." She wasn't sure why she was whispering-- this little bubble they were in was too perfect to be broken, she guessed.
Quinn felt the soft whisper in her chest, feeling the exact same way. "You could always take it off." She whispered innocently, slipping one of her hands up to carefully pull Isabel's hair from her face, tangling it around her fingers and leaning up to brush their lips.
Isabel knew her eyes had to be at least a few shades darker then. "I could. Should I?" She quirked an eyebrow, her grin more of a smirk at this point. Shifting up slightly in Quinn's lap, she reached for one of the blonde's hands-- carefully guiding it to the left side of her ribs, where her zipper sat hidden. "It's up to you." She murmured, her voice a low husk.
Quinn watched the girl with wonder, her teeth tying up her lower lip. The blonde audibly whimpered at the sound of Isabel's voice, knowing from early on it would be her downfall. "I mean, as happy as I am with just being with you," she started sweetly, even as her fingers found the zipper, wrapping around the small piece and slowly pulling it down. "My will power isn't that strong." Her words were breathy, meant to be confident, but they gave her away as much as her eyes did, dark and wandering over every inch of skin as it was exposed.
Isabel let her hands cup either side of Quinn's neck, her thumbs tracing the soft skin just beneath her jawline. "You're beautiful." She hummed thoughtfully, fingertips trailing along Quinn's collarbone. Leaning close again, Isabel pressed their lips together slowly. "It doesn't have to be." Nearly inaudible, her voice was low and breathy as she shifted back and lifted her arms-- a clear invitation for the blonde to pull the dress over her head.
Quinn let out a soft moan at Isabel's touches, her eyes closing as she focused on every little thing, especially the tingling of her lips. Hazel orbs were only visible when she felt the other girl move, the sight making her swallow. All she could manage was a raspy "yes" as she reached out, almost smoothly tugging at Isabel's dress, letting her palms drag against the soft skin as it was exposed. And when the navy fabric fell off the girl and into her hands, she swore she couldn't breathe. "Oh my god," Quinn whispered, a touch of whine in her voice. "I'm so gay."
Isabel "Breathe, Quinn." Isabel husked, gently cupping the blonde's chin and tilting it upward to meet her eyes. "Is this okay?" She quirked an eyebrow. In all honesty, she had to fight to keep her voice steady, the way Quinn looked at her made her stomach squeeze and flip. "We don't need you passing out, now do we?" Isabel winked, obviously teasing. Seeing the normally cool and collected girl so flustered was easily the most precious thing she'd ever seen.
Quinn felt her breath hitch, everything about Isabel making her feel hot. "It's so okay." She pursed her lips, the blush on her cheeks not helping her body tempature. "I wouldn't mind passing out with you around- but I'd m-miss out on an angel." Quinn'd voice was laced with a whine.
Isabel 's cheeks flushed at Quinn's words. "You're so sweet." She cooed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Quinn's mouth before trailing her lips slowly along the blonde's jawline. She nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just beneathe Quinn's earlobe, smirking against her neck at the sounds she made. "But I'm already looking at an angel, babe." The pet name rolled off her tongue far too easily, given that they hadn't even been on a date yet, but it felt right. All of this felt right.
Quinn reluctantly let go of Isabel, reaching and pulling up her shirt. "It's too hot." She threw out as an explanation, pulling Isabel close by her hips and kissing her happily. She let out a moan at the feeling of Isabel's skin touching her, reaching up to cup her cheek.
Isabel involuntarily let out a low moan as Quinn pulled her shirt over her head, taking a moment to simply admire the blonde in front of her. "You're incredible. Breath taking." She mumbled, her hand coming up to loosely grip Quinn's wrist, tracing her thumb along the point where her pulse thumped steadily. Their next kiss was much slower than the last. Still charged-- but still almost careful as well. Isabel wanted Quinn to know that this wasn't just a hookup, that she wanted the blonde for everything, not just her body or beauty.
Quinn Even as the blonde felt tension coil, she still kept things as slow as Isabel, brushing her fingertips over newly bare skin, her head spinning slightly with the energy in the room. But Isabel's words were full of sweetness and care, and Quinn didn't feel like she had to go fast. Because she didn't have a single doubt that Isabel was going anywhere. She sucked lightly at the brunette's lower lip, her eyes fluttering open when she pulled away.
Isabel moved her hands to push lightly at Quinn's shoulder. "Lie back." She instructed gently. While her eyes were dark, and her pupils blown, her gaze still shone with genuine care and affection. It almost felt odd-- her last real relationship had been just after her senior year of high school, and emotions like this had almost been forgotten. "Why doesn't this feel too fast." She murmured against Quinn's lips between soft kisses.
Quinn let out soft breaths, leaning back into the bed, knowing she'd follow any instructions that Isabel gave her at this point. She stared in Isabel's eyes, seeing everything in them and wondering how so much could be held in just her blue orbs. Her hands couldn't find a place to settle until they slid up Isabel's back, feeling graceful muscles flex underneath her fingers. "I don't know." Quinn whispered quietly, letting their noses brush gently. "But it doesn't."
Isabel "I don't know where you came from.." She began slowly, hands coming up to gently cup Quinn's cheeks. "But I never want you to leave." She breathed out quietly, her thumbs tracing lightly just beneathe the blonde's jawline.
Quinn leaned into Isabel's touch, shivering at the softness of the brunette's touch. "I-" She caught herself, looking into blue eyes and thinking about what she was going to say. With anyone else, she would've thrown out a promise meant to be broken, and just want to finish whatever they were doing- because this was too close. But she could see the care in Isabel's touch and the warmth in her smile, and she deserved so much better. And Quinn wanted to be better. So Quinn thought about it, biting her lip. "I won't."
Isabel gently bumped her nose against Quinn's before kissing her soundly, coaxing the blonde's lip from between her teeth before nipping her lip herself, tugging gently before releasing. "Good." Isabel husked, smirking just so. Dipping her head lower, she trailer her lips slowly along the coloumn of Quinn's neck, sucking gently at soft skin, just enough to leave a mark.
Quinn tipped her head slightly, her breath shallowing as she buried her hands in Isabel's hair, feeling her pulse thrum under the newly marked skin. All her little worries melted away, just wanting /more/ of Isabel. Her ankles hooked around the brunette's back, arching up into Isabel's ministrations.
Isabel let her hips fall and push into Quinn's, moaning low in her throat. "Fuck-" She whined as Quinn arched into her, biting gently at the blonde's collarbone. The feeling of Quinn completely pressed against her was incredible, and she never wanted it to stop.
Quinn pressed her thighs into Isabel's sides, moaning out the girl's name softly. She could feel every little thing, the slight prick of Isabel's teeth making her tug slightly at dark hair. Quinn was completely at Isabel's mercy. And she loved it.
Isabel "My name sounds incredible coming from your lips." Isabel's voice was far breathier than she intended it to be, her hands wandering along Quinn's sides down to her hips, tugging at the waistband of her shorts.
Quinn lifted her hips almost immediately, trying to help her shorts off. "Make me say it again, then." She said, trying to sound calm, but her words were laced with lust. Quinn was completely enamored with Isabel, feeling her thoughts go between how much she wanted to hold onto her and how much she wanted to submit to her.
Isabel easily tugged Quinn's shorts down her hips and tossed them to the side. Hovering over the blonde, Isabel smirked. "I can't just ask you nicely to say it?" She quirked an eyebrow, knowing full well she was being a tease. But seeing Quinn so flustered made the pit of her stomach squeeze pleasantly.
Quinn: Feeling naked and exposed, the passing insecurity of not living up to all of Isabel's compliments passed Quinn's mind and almost made her falter, but she couldn't focus on that with the mischievous look on Isabel's face. "You wouldn't be earning it, would you?"
Isabel "Tell me how to earn it, Quinn." Isabel purposefully made her voice huskier-- having noticed already the affect it had on the blonde. Leaning down again, she kissed the blonde soundly on the lips, letting her hips roll into Quinn's again. Reaching for Quinn's hands, again Isabel carefully guided them up her sides to where her bra clip was. She didn't want Quinn to feel like she was pushing, but she wanted the blonde to know that she wanted this just as much.
Quinn felt whatever control she had fall away, letting Isabel guide her wherever she wanted. "That helps." She offered, shakily, Isabel's voice running down her spine and making her want to scream at the fact she was barely touching her. Quinn bit her lip at the prospect of seeing Isabel exposed, whimpering as she undid her bra.
Isabel shifted to wedge her thigh between Quinn's, again rolling her hips forward. "And that?" She murmured, pulling back enough to slide her bra straps down her shoulders and toss the garment to the side. Left bare aside from her panties, a part of the brunette wanted to cross her arms over her chest and cover herself. And she went to, briefly, nerves shining through her usual easy confidence.
Quinn moaned tightly, pinching her eyes shut for a moment. She almost missed the girl's shyness, but when her eyes flutter open, she was both surprised and fond of how the girl went from completely dominating her to the shy, sweet girl she'd seen before when she'd walked Isabel home. "Baby." She whispered, pushing up slightly, feeling suddenly very protective. "You're so so beautiful." Her hands went to settle over Isabel's arms, rubbing carefully. "Probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Isabel 's gaze flickered away from Quinn's for a moment before returning-- nerves almost completely melting at the genuine care and honesty she found in hazel eyes. "You're incredible." She breathed out, shakily, reaching for Quinn's hands to lace their fingers together. Isabel lightly brushed her lips over the blonde's knuckles, a little smile playing at her lips. "I'm okay." She mumbled against soft skin, her thumb tracing the inside of Quinn's wrist in hopes to reassure her.
Quinn smiled warmly, happy butterflies filling her stomach at Isabel's shyness. "Yes, yes you really are." The blonde's fingers splayed out to touch any part of Isabel's arm that she could. She thought for a moment after Isabel's words, biting the inside of her cheek. "Lay down." Quinn said, shifting slightly to the side to make room. "Please?"
Isabel pulled her lower lip between her teeth, blushing at Quinn's words. "Okay." She replied simply, shifting over to lie beside the blonde, her eyes soft. "Any reason in particular?" She quirked an eyebrow, her little smile crooked, making the simple in her left cheek more prominent.
Quinn smiled happily when Isabel listened, shifting over to mirror Isabel's earlier position, straddling her easily. "I want to appreciate how beautiful you are." Quinn said carefully, too focused on Isabel to feel self conscious. Tugging away her blonde hair with one hand, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Isabel's cheek, lazily and slowly trailing them down the brunette's jaw and neck.
Isabel "You're amazing." Isabel murmured, eyes bright with emotion as she looked up at Quinn. Her breath hitched as Quinn trailed her lips along her jaw, hands coming up to lay comfortably on the blonde's hips, squeezing gently and pulling her closer.
Quinn chuckled against Isabel's skin, settling close to her body. "Hush. You're /perfection/." The blonde tucked down into Isabel's neck, covering it with soft kisses, sucking a few times. "/Every/ inch of you."
Isabel let out a low whine, her head tipping to give Quinn more room. "You're too sweet to me." She chuckled breathily, her hands wandering absently up and down the blonde's sides, fingertips trailing and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Quinn "I'm not." Quinn whispered, resting her hands on Isabel's stomach and splaying out her fingers, moving her kisses along the length of her collarbone. "No such as /too/ sweet when it comes to you." She bit down gently, her hands curling around Isabel's ribs. "You're an angel."
Isabel 's eyes fell shut, arms hung lazily over Quinn's shoulders. Each touch from the blonde was like far, leaving her cheeks flush and her heart beating incredibly fast. And yet-- she'd never felt so incredibly at peace. There were no barriers here, simply two people. Two hearts. “What is light, if Quinn be not seen? What is joy if Quinn be not by?” The quote from one of Shakespeare's plays was a mumble as it fell from her lips, absent and almost not meant to be said at all. But it rang true. Lately all she wanted was to see Quinn and be near her.
Quinn hummed against Isabel's skin, feeling her heart fluttering at the girl's words. "You're so smooth." She said, laughing gently. "Both your words, and your skin..." A whimper caught in her throat as she pulled back, staring at Isabel's chest with what could only be described with hunger. "I'm trying to just be sweet, but /fuck/," Her words broke the moment slightly, but she couldn't think of any other way to voice her downright lust.
Isabel opened her eyes at Quinn's low whine, pupils blown. Shifting up slightly, leaning on her elbows, she smirked slightly. "Quinn." She husked, one hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. "I'm right here," She started slowly, leaning up more to meet Quinn in the middle. Lying her forehead against the blonde's, Isabel let their lips brush just barely. "Take me."
Quinn felt her jaw slack. She did, honestly. But she couldn't push it back up, for the life of her. It'd been barely 2 weeks and Isabel already was making her look like an idiot. She blinked after a moment, swallowing. "As long as I don't have to give you back." Her hands slipped up Isabel's body, cupping her breasts in her hands and holding back her own moans of happiness as she squeezed.
Isabel traced Quinn's jawline with her fingertips before carefully cupping her chin, closing her now slack jaw. "Don't catch flies, baby." She hummed, bumping her nose against Quinn's. At Quinn's response, a little smile tugged at her lips. "I'm yours for as long as you want me." Isabel did her best to keep it light, but telling someone something like that-- it was hard to not make it serious. And it was. As long as Quinn wanted her to be, she would be there. She moaned low in her throat as Quinn touched her, arching her back into they ounger girl's touch.
Quinn leaned down and pressed warm kisses to the length of Isabel's neck, her ministrations gentle but deliberate. "That's dangerous to say." She whispered, her thumbs brushing over Isabel's nipples. "Because I have no intention of letting you go." Her lips parted against Isabel's neck, intending to give her a matching mark, just a few shades darker. She wanted Isabel to be hers.
Isabel "Maybe I-- /want/ to be dangerous." Her voice broke slightly as she spoke, breath hitching as her hands moving to grip at Quinn's shoulders tugging her closer. Pulling Quinn up some, she connected their lips heatedly, nipping at the blonde's lower lip. "Maybe I don't want you to let me go."
wednesday, july 26th, morning.
quinn fabray and isabel st. james
filling in the gaps.
Quinn shivered in the cold room, turning and burying herself in the warmth of the blankets. The didn't conform to her though. If anything, they blocked her from moving forward. It wasn't until she felt arms tighten around her waist that she realized the 'blankets' were someone. A girl based on how their bodies were pressed together. She should've opened her eyes, and assessed the situation. Most likely, she should've gotten up and left. But she felt safe, and warm. Pinching her eyes shut, she buried closer to the softness. As she remained there, she began to remember the night before, with soft whispers, and gentle laughter, and a girl who refused to let her walk home in the darkness alone. And sure enough, a few moments later, when she opened her eyes finally, she could make out dark hair and a slender form. That could really be anyone. But the smell of pinecones and the forest hit her nose and she knew it wasn't just any girl. And she didn't even try to move.
Isabel had never felt so comfortable in her entire life. Other than something tickling her nose, she never wanted to move. In her groggy, more asleep than awake state she simply hugged whatever was in her arms closer, a happy sigh falling from slightly parted lips. "Almond milk is the devil's drink, keep it away." She mumbled sleepily, still kind of half-dreaming.
Quinn had to bite back laughter. Isabel was even sweet and sugary in her sleep. And hilarious. She felt strange, just laying here with Isabel, seemingly a lot more conscious than the other girl. But it was sweet, and she didn't have class, so she let herself indulge. Her eyebrow rose in amusement, resting her head on Isabel's shoulder. She readied herself to pop up and feign surprise, but she wasn't too scared.
Isabel was roused slightly by the movement in her arms-- blue eyes clouded and bleary as she blinked slowly. Her vision was partly blocked by familiar blonde hair, giving her an easy idea of who it was. A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she looked at Quinn-- half asleep and certain she was dreaming. "Hi." She murmured simply, her voice low and husky from disuse.
Quinn bit her lip, again holding back her amusement. Bright blue eyes stifled a little of her laughter. It was early and they had a definite effect on Quinn, the low quality of Isabel's voice settling low in her stomach. "Hi, sleepy head." The blonde replied, teasing very faint in her words as she looked over Isabel's features.
Isabel almost hadn't expected the blonde to respond. It was slow going, getting her brain in working order after sleeping so greatly. "You're actually here." She blurted after a moment, smile widening slightly. She really wouldn't have been surprised if she had dreamed up the whole thing and woken alone. Her eyes were bright as she took in the relaxed nature of Quinn's features, enjoying the way she looked in the sunlight beginning to stream through her curtains. The intensity of the way her stomach flipped was startling, but not totally unwelcome.
Quinn: A giggle pushed itself from the blonde's lips without her consent, her own lips curling to match Isabel's. "Yes, it seems I am." There were a million things Quinn could focus on. The kind, beautiful girl next to her had charmed her more than anything. Those bright eyes had kept her up late in the night, past when they'd finally settled down next to each other. But she could remember waking a few times in the night, feeling herself wrapped up tightly. She'd been held; almost protected, and she'd been able to get back to sleep peacefully. And it was one of the best night's sleeps she'd had in a while. Tentatively, she reached up to pull some messy brown curls away from Isabel's face, her fingertips lingering on her cheek before she realized and pulled her hand away. "You have something against almond milk, hmm?" She asked, amusement in her voice.
Isabel 's grin was ridiculous at the sound of Quinn's giggle. Dimples on full display, Isabel laughed lightly as well. Parting her lips to respond, her voice caught in her throat at the soft touch to her cheek. "I.." She started, having to swallow the lump in her throat before continuing. When Quinn finally moved her hand, Isabel found herself missing it far more than she'd expected. "I do, actually. You can't milk an almond, so how is it milk?"
Quinn couldn't help but giggle again, her hand raising to cover her mouth at the quick, unexpected sound. "That's true." She said, pursing her lips slightly to stop herself from laughing anymore. It wasn't out of mocking or confusion, it was just that Isabel made her laugh. It had been annoying at first. It wasn't easy to have a breakdown in a forest when someone was cracking stupid jokes that really were; quite amusing. But each night since Quinn found herself scrolling through their conversations, the dumb little puns keeping her feeling light in a dark place, especially nights when Norah was working. And now, Isabel was here. Keeping everything light. "Do you have any other hatreds?" Her eyes fell on Isabel's, looking over the sharp blue and wondering how blue was suddenly so akin to sunlight for her.
Isabel couldn't help but be incredibly pleased with herself, and it showed. She had absolutely no clue as to where this need to make Quinn happy had come from-- but the way her heart squeezed made her cheeks flush with happiness. "Well, let's see-- I don't particularly like coconut. I think moths fly like they're broken, and it's unnatural. And I think the Kardashians need to disappear forever. That's about it." Her nose scrunched slightly as she tried to think of anything else. "Oh! And mushrooms, they're awful." Nodding thoughtfully, Isabel smiled at Quinn again. "What about you?"
Quinn nodded, thinking over Isabel's words, letting an amused smile settle on her cheeks as she let herself relax her head into the her pillow; Isabel's arm to be exact. "I don't like people who whine, even though I whine. I don't like being cold, I don't like people who pretend they have Coach, I can spot a knock off a mile away." Her eyes trailed lazily to Isabel's lips, looking over the curve of her smile absent mindedly as she spoke. "I hate mushrooms, and anchovies, but I can deal with both if bacon is involved."
Isabel didn't even realize she'd started to do it-- absently play with the ends of Quinn's hair, that is. Twirling a stray lock of blonde around her finger, Isabel listened intently to Quinn as she spoke, a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Anchovies are gross too. But I can agree with the bacon." She chuckled lightly-- low and husky, same as her voice. "So, we've covered hate. What about favourite things?"
Quinn tried not to focus on Isabel's voice- the "sleeping together" had been innocent. Just a necessity. Usually, someone would want something in return, or try something, especially in the morning. But Isabel seemed content on just talking to Quinn. On getting to know her. It was nice. "Bacon." Quinn said, almost automatically. "Books.." Her eyes twinkled. "This-" Quinn's cheeks flushed, her eyes falling away from Isabel's. "Cuddling-, that's what I mean."
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Isabel really couldn't resist teasing Quinn-- the way she looked when she blushed was adorable. "Cuddling in general or cuddling with me?" She grinned, turning over to almost lie on top of Quinn, tucking her face into her neck. "Hm, you're very comfy. I'm not sure I want to move." She hummed, poking at the blonde's sides playfully.
Quinn shivered slightly at the sudden closeness, biting her lip in thought for a moment before she settled her hands into Isabel's hair. "Remember what I said about the big head?" Quinn diverted, noticing how soft Isabel's hair was before she felt Isabel's touch, jumping and squealing slightly at the pressure.
Isabel wiggled slightly at the feeling of Quinn's hands in her hair, humming contentedly. "I think so. Does my head feel big to you? I think I'm doing pretty okay." Isabel giggled, letting her eyes closed as she wound her arms around Quinn's waist.
Quinn stifled a giggle in Isabel's hair. "It feels fine, for now." The blonde let out a breath as Isabel wrapped around her. The lazy spooning had been nice, by feeling herself completely wrapped up in Isabel; she could've whimpered at how nice it felt. Instead, she just tangled her hands completely in brown locks so she. couldn't see where her fingers began and Isabel's hair stopped.
Isabel "Good, if it gets any bigger lemme know, yeah? Wouldn't want ya to get uncomfortable or nothin'." Her words were close to unintelligible as she mumbled, lips pressed to soft skin. "If my head gets to heavy, I mean." Unintentionally, she moaned lowly as nimble fingers carded through her hair. "I am so fucking comfortable." She blurted, fingers curled into the hem of Quinn's shirt. Isabel had all but melted into the blonde's touch, any mental filter on her words long gone in her sleepy, contented state.
Quinn: Quinn nuzzles into Isabel's hair further to conceal her own soft noises, more sensitive to touch than usual. She blamed it on abstaining for a week or two, but really, it had more to do with Isabel. There wasn't any awkwardness in their motions, even as it was relatively new, and it put anxieties that usually would be flowing through Quinn to rest. She deserved to feel comfortable. And if she got to hear that sound from Isabel even one more time, she would be happy. "Me too." Quinn offered quietly, rubbing gently at Isabel's scalp as she felt their legs tangle.
Isabel "Where did you come from? You're so great." Isabel murmured, nuzzling her nose into the crook of the blonde's neck. Lifting her head, sleepy blue eyes looked at Quinn. "I never get to feel this calm." Her voice was soft at the admission as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
Quinn 's eyes widened, not knowing how to respond, especially ever she met sky blue orbs. "Why not?" Quinn asked curiously, if a bit softly, ignoring the lip in her stomach when Isabel bit her lip. Her fingertips moved to Isabel's cheek, lingering on the soft skin.
Isabel unconsciously leaned into Quinn's touch. Chewing on her lower lip briefly, she tried to find the right words. "I'm not.. my parents aren't good people. With..what they're involved in, it's hard to relax, in any situation." Her words were slow and clumsy-- she didn't want to go into scary details, and hoped Quinn would understand.
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, her fingers drawing gentle circles on Isabel's soft skin, feeling a protectiveness overcome her at the girl's vulnerability. "You're safe." Quinn said in a promise. "Your parents have nothing to do with who you are- especially here. From what I've seen, you're a.. Wonderful, person." The color was back in her cheeks. "You're sweet. And you make me laugh. And I haven't seen you even glare since I met you."
Isabel 's gaze left Quinn's, looking to the side at the mention of her parents. "My father had a lot to do with a lot of things." Her words were more cryptic than she wanted, but she wasn't sure that she was ready for Quinn to know about the things she's done. As Quinn continued, tears gathered in her eyes far more quickly than she wanted. Not knowing what to say to express how she felt, she simply leaned up and pressed their lips together gently.
Quinn couldn't think of any words to comfort the girl, just looking at her with sympathetically soft eyes. She didn't expect the kiss. She didn't expect Isabel's lips to be so soft. Her hand cupped the other girl's cheek less firmly, eyes falling closed as she just enjoyed the softness, visibly relaxing.
Isabel let out a breathy sigh, hands moving to lay gently against Quinn's sternum. The kiss didn't last long, not more than a few moments, but Isabel kept the distance between them minuscule, her forehead pressed to Quinn's. "I'm..I don't know. I'm sorry? Should I be sorry?"
Quinn: The light pressure on Quinn's stomach had nothing to do with her breath being taken away. She blinked when Isabel pulled away, her eyes fluttering open, dazed. She licked her lips as she processed Isabel's words, keeping her hand on Isabel's cheek. All she could do was shake her head, a shy, playful smile curling on her lips.
Isabel couldn't help the little laugh the pushed past her lips, her dimples showing slightly. "Good, 'cause I really didn't wanna be sorry." Isabel scrunched her nose slightly, turning her head to press a kiss to the corner of Quinn's lips.
Quinn pulled Isabel in again, pressing a careful kiss to her lips before she gently pushed Isabel down, resting her head on the taller girl's chest. "You definitely don't need to be." She said, closing her eyes and curling up against Isabel. "Definitely."
Isabel made a soft sound of contentment, fingertips curling slightly to grip the back of the blonde's shirt. The question she'd asked earlier was legitimate-- she didn't know where Quinn had come from, but God-- there was just /something/ about her. Moving a hand up, Isabel again curled a stray lock of blonde hair around her finger. "You're so much more than just a girl." She murmured absently, a little smile tugging at her lips.
Quinn felt the tangles of sleep tug at her consciousness, the warmth and safety making it so easy to fall into what usually was born only out of exhaustion. "You're so much more than I thought." Quinn whispered sleepily, her fingers wrapping into Isabel's shirt as her breath shallowed.
Quinn left her things at home, thinking it was better not to get anything to eat, or tempt herself with booze. Her stomach was full of butterflies. She’d been talking to the girl from the forest all day. The jokes had started sweet, but after running into the girl the night before, she’d had a different effect on Quinn. The way they spoke together and the way Isabel smiled threw Quinn in a way that was remarkably different. But it was comfortable at the same time. She knew the only person who could decode her feelings was Norah. Even if Jackson had imposed an open door policy for her, she didn’t think girl problems were something to discuss with the older man. She slipped into Norah’s work, looking around for her and keeping a special eye around for any boys who seemed to be disturbing her.
Quinn woke up coiled up next to Vonnegut and Voltaire, feeling more dusty than the books. Her yawn stretched her tired cheeks as she rubbed her eyes, tiredly pushing off the floor. “Not again.” She mumbled, a slight whine heading out her words. The blonde set the books back in their place, tugging away the tendrils of hair that fell in her eyes as she got to her feet, picking up her things. Until she heard someone. She closed her eyes, letting out a weary sigh. “I’m leaving- I’m sorry, I-..” Quinn furrowed her eyebrows when she turned. “Oh.. It’s you.”
