Quitting (A Lily-Verse Tale) (1/1)
Title: Qutting
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: Set between Out Tonight and Cravings. Rachel devises a unique stop-smoking program for Quinn.
WARNINGS: Contains DP, Anal, and a teensy bit of breathplay.
The sound of the front door opening startled her. Rachel didn’t normally join her on the step when she was smoking - she disliked the habit, disliked Quinn doing it, and complained bitterly about the smell. She was even more surprised when Rachel sat down on the step beside her.
“What’s up, Rach?”
Rachel didn’t answer, looking out at the traffic passing by. Finally, just before Quinn asked again, she cleared her throat. “I want you to quit smoking.” She raised a hand to forestall Quinn’s objections. “I know - I know it’s not that easy, and I know how much you enjoy it, but I think I know a way to help. I want to make a deal with you.”
“What kind of deal?” Quinn asked warily.
“Every day that you smoke one less cigarette, I’ll do something for you. Don’t ask what those things will be - I’m not going to tell you. If you want to find out, you’ll just have to cut down. It’s not too much to ask, Quinn, I’m sure - just one less cigarette each day. What do you say?”
Quinn thought hard about it, regarding the pack in her hand. She smoked, on a normal day, fifteen. On the one hand she wasn’t sure that she could stop, or even cut down, but on the other Rachel had piqued her curiosity. She determined she could probably cut out at least one, at least until she found out what Rachel had in mind. “Okay,” she said, drawing the word out slowly. “You’ve got a deal.”
“Excellent!” Rachel clapped. “Now, I’m going to go back inside before I inhale anymore second-hand smoke. Please be sure to have a mint before you come upstairs, okay?”
“Yes, Rach, I know the routine,” Quinn rolled her eyes. Rachel kissed her cheek and disappeared into the house. Quinn savoured the last few drags before she rubbed the cigarette out on the step and dropped it into the coffee tin she kept there for butts.
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“Quinn, is that you?”
“Who else would it be, babe?”
“Did you cut down your intake today?”
Rolling her eyes at the phrasing, Quinn shouted back up the stairs. “Yeah, I skipped my smoke when I had my coffee break this morning.”
“Excellent,” Rachel’s voice was low and sultry, and when she stepped into view Quinn’s purse fell on her foot, prompting a curse. She was clad in a French maid costume - barely there, mostly backless and barely containing her breasts. The skirt, held out by the crinoline she wore underneath, was so short that the delicate curves of her ass were in full view, and Quinn knew if she bent over that the view would be breathtaking. The outfit’s even topped with a lacy collar and black skyscraper heels. She reached out for her, but Rachel danced out of her reach. “Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “Let me explain the rules, Quinn. This is day one. I know you like these outfits - you stare at the blonde in Clue every time we watch it. So this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit in the living room, and I’m going to make you dinner like a good maid does. I may even tidy up a bit while you watch. But you can’t touch me - you’re going to have give up one more cigarette before you can touch me.”
“Rach,” Quinn whined. “That’s not fair.”
“It makes you want to give them up, though, doesn’t it?” Rachel didn’t wait for an answer. “Now, go and sit on the couch. I’ll be in shortly.”
Quinn sat in silence, cursing her body’s betrayal. Her nipples were stiff and sore, scraping painfully against her bra, and there was an undeniable dampness between her legs that she couldn’t ignore. When Rachel brought her dinner, playfully dropping her fork and bending over to pick it up, making sure Quinn got a good view of her lacy g-string, it took all of her self-control not to leap off the couch and tackle her to the floor. She settled for whining instead. “Rach, please.”
“I’m sorry, Quinn, you agreed to this deal. That means you follow my rules. But if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I’ll clean while you eat.”
Dinner grew cold and all but forgotten as Quinn watched her girlfriend navigate the room with a feather duster, doing very little that could be called cleaning but a lot of bending over, offering tantalising views up her skirt and then, as she dusted the table in front of the couch, down the front of her outfit. “Jesus, Rachel, I can’t-”
“You’re a big girl, Quinn. I’m sure you can take care of yourself. I’ll just go on about my business here.”
On a normal day, Quinn would have been too embarrassed - but as she watched a private fantasy come to life, her hormones were far too out of control for embarrassment to be a factor. She unbuttoned her blouse, never taking her eyes off of Rachel, and gently fondled her own breast through the fabric of her bra. Her other hand traced a path down her stomach to the waistband of her tailored slacks, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. She lay further back against the couch, allowing her hand to wander under her panties and trace her wet lips. There was no need for build-up, no preamble required. Just desperation as she plunged two fingers into herself, questing for just the right spot inside. Rachel grinned over her shoulder, bending over to dust the bottom of the television stand, and Quinn’s pace quickened. She continued to massage her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, as the thumb of her other hand brushed her hard clit. A few more thrusts and curls, and she came undone with a soft cry. She flopped back against the couch, and Rachel sat down beside her.
“That was so hot, baby,” Rachel whispered. “I really wish you were allowed to touch me.”
“Rach,” Quinn gasped. “Stop teasing me.”
“Sorry, Quinn. Those are the rules. But if you come upstairs with me right now, I might let you watch me.”
Quinn nearly broke an ankle running up the stairs.
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Quinn had been ill-tempered all day, and she threw her purse down angrily on the counter when she got home. The decrease in her nicotine intake had left her slightly jittery, and it wore on her as the day went on. But all the same, she’d managed to resist temptation, and only had thirteen cigarettes. Her mood, therefore, wasn’t helped when Rachel came downstairs in a dress that looked like it belonged in a Mormon polygamous compound. “What the fuck, Rach?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why are you wearing that? What happened to the maid outfit?”
“First of all, Quinn, I’d expect a nicer greeting than that on your arrival home. That was very uncalled for.”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn shook her head. “I really am, honey, I’m sorry. My lack of smokes is making me twitchy, but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But - that dress?”
“I promised you could touch me if you had one less today. I never promised what I’d be wearing, or how much of me you could touch.”
Quinn frowned. She was right, as much as she hated to admit it. “So - what’s the game, then?”
“Game?” Rachel’s wide-eyed innocent expression was almost too convincing. “There’s no game, Quinn. I’m a conservative girl on her first date. I just don’t want anything getting out of hand, so I wore my best dress.”
“And what are we doing on our first date?”
“I prepared you a lovely meal of steamed vegetables and crispy tofu, and then I’ve selected a few appropriate movies for us to enjoy together.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow, but decided to play along.
The meal was bland and uninspiring, and the selection of movies was even worse. Ten minutes into “The Ten Commandments,” Quinn gave up and leaned in for a kiss. Rachel kept her mouth firmly closed, despite the pressure of her tongue against her lips, and Quinn sighed. She reached for her breast, and found her ability to massage it severely impaired by the ridiculously thick bra Rachel obviously wore under the dress. She reached down, meaning to work a hand under the hem of the dress, but Rachel’s hand stopped her. “Quinn, stop - just watch the movie.”
“C’mon, Rach! You drove me crazy yesterday, and now I have to sit here and watch this boring-ass movie and not even make out with you? I’m not getting how this is an incentive for me to quit smoking - I’d be enjoying the cigarette right now more than I’m enjoying this.”
“Good things come to those who wait, Quinn,” was Rachel’s only reply.
Twenty more minutes went by, and Quinn had nearly decided to just get up and leave when Charlton Heston’s gloomy visage disappeared, replaced by what looked an awful lot like lesbian porn. “Rachel?” she asked, confused.
“Oh, no!” Rachel protested. “Clearly someone’s wrecked this DVD, and I can’t seem to eject it. As objectionable as I find it, I suppose we can watch this together, if you like?”
Quinn, engrossed in the image of a tall redhead fucking a petite blonde with a strap-on, didn’t answer. Rachel leaned closer, and the scent of her combined with her arousal from watching the film, went straight to her head. She pounced on Rachel with a growl, pushing her down on the couch and ripping open the front of her dress. She pulled the stupid, annoying bra out of her way and found Rachel’s breasts with both hands, massaging them, caressing them, squeezing her nipples - and then suddenly she was on her back, and Rachel was pulling her dress back together.
“Quinn Fabray, that’s quite enough. I invite you into my home, allow you to kiss me, and you violate my virtue? I’m afraid this date is over.”
“What?” Quinn was honestly confused. “But - but-”
“Good night, Quinn,” Rachel disappeared up the stairs, and Quinn nearly wept with frustration.
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Down to twelve. Quinn’s nicotine withdrawal was getting worse, and she’d resorted to chewing toothpicks. She was chewing one, in fact, when she walked into the house and smelled - bacon?
“Rachel?”
She emerged from the kitchen, wearing a chef’s apron over her jeans and t-shirt and plastic gloves on her hands. “Hello, sweetheart! How are you today? I trust you kept up your part of the bargain?”
“Yeah - why does it smell like bacon?”
“This is your reward today. I cooked you a feast - eggs, toast, and a ridiculous amount of bacon.”
She tried to control her drooling. “Does this mean no sex tonight either?”
“Absolutely none,” Rachel shook her head.
“You’re killing me, Rach.”
“I’ll tell you what, Quinn - if you make it to five per day, I guarantee the last five days will make all of the waiting worthwhile. You have no idea what sort of things I’ve planned for you.”
“That’s another week!” Quinn complained.
“Come eat your bacon, Quinn,” Rachel took her hand.
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Eleven’s reward was Rachel agreeing to sit through Stand By Me, Quinn’s favourite childhood movie. Ten netted her a private ballet performance, which only left her more turned on, even more hot and bothered, than she had been already. Rachel presented her with a solution as her reward for nine - a brand new vibrator, and the chance to see her naked while she used it. And she did - vigorously, until she’d had four orgasms.
She came home crying the next day, confessing that she hadn’t managed to cut down to eight. There had been a meeting that day, where she was unfairly saddled with the blame for the failure of a major project, and she’d desperately needed a cigarette afterward. Rachel didn’t scold her, didn’t get angry, just held her close and promised that everything was okay.
The next day she did manage to only have eight, and her reward was Rachel’s fathers’ homemade latkes, combined with a gentle, achingly soft foot massage later in the evening. Quinn was so close to five she could almost taste it - pun very definitely intended. Seven netted her a ride in a limousine and a generous helping of champagne, and six a picnic in Lincoln Park.
She arrived home nearly vibrating with excitement the next day, only for Rachel to meet her at the door with a picnic basket. “Uh - Rach?” she asked, confused. “We did a picnic yesterday.”
“And we’re doing one today. Is that a problem, Quinn?”
“Well, no, but - I made it to five today! I thought-”
“Come along, Quinn,” Rachel gestured. They walked back to Lincoln Park, setting up a blanket in a more isolated area then they’d occupied the day before. As Quinn went to sit, Rachel gestured for her to stop. Reaching into the basket, she withdrew a small bag and handed it over. Quinn tried to open it, but Rachel slapped her hand. “No peeking,” she scolded. “Now go to the bathroom. I think you’ll figure out what that’s for.”
Quinn made her way across the park to the public washrooms, locking herself in a stall before opening the bag. She nearly dropped it in her surprise. She’d never used one before, but she knew a butt plug when she saw one. It was accompanied by a bottle of lube, and Rachel had been right when she said it was obvious what she should do with it. Hiking up her skirt and dropping her panties, she poured a generous amount of lube on the plug and then some on her finger, pushing it just slightly into her rear passage. She leaned forward against the door of the stall with one hand, using the other to guide the plug to her puckered hole and push it inside. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she had a momentary fear that she wouldn’t be able to take it all in, and then it slid into place and the flared base stopped it from going any further.
She pulled her underwear back up, tucking the lube back in the bag and stopping to wash her hands before she left the washroom. Walking with the intruder in place was an intriguing sensation, her body fighting to expel it but unable to as her panties held it in position. As she got within ten feet, Rachel did something and the plug started to vibrate inside her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned, picking up her pace and sitting down hard on the blanket next to her - something she immediately regretted when it pushed the plug further into her. “Rachel,” she whispered, “oh, fuck, Rachel.”
“Shh. There are other people in the park, Quinn. We wouldn’t want them to know what we’re doing, right?”
Rachel fed her a sandwich and some fruit before eating her own meal, leaving the buzzing plug to drive Quinn increasingly insane. Finally, she slowly wiped her hands. “I think we should curl up under a blanket for a while, Quinn, what do you think?”
“Anything you want,” Quinn was crying, although she’d yet to realise it. Rachel reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a thick blanket, draping it over the two of them as they lay down under the stars. She didn’t waste time, sensing Quinn’s need, and her hand worked its way under her skirt to her sodden panties, pulling them aside and working a single finger into her. Quinn cried out, and Rachel clamped a hand over her mouth without pausing her ministrations. The single finger was maddening, not quite enough, until she curled it and Quinn’s insides uncoiled. Just as she was about to climax, Rachel’s thumb and index finger squeezed her nose closed and she couldn’t breathe. Just as the world began to gray at the edges her climax hit and she screamed into Rachel’s hand, bucking wildly under the blanket. As she lay there, spasming, the hand disappeared and she could draw long gulping breaths. The plug stopped its incessant vibrations as well, and a hand wiped tears from her cheeks.
“I told you I’d make it worth your while,” Rachel smirked. Quinn would have answered had she not been busy trying to stay conscious.
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Four. She entered the house warily, waiting to see what her diminutive girlfriend might have in mind. She stopped short as Rachel stomped down the stairs, dressed from head to toe in black leather. She wore a harness that held - Quinn stopped trying to look at all of her at once and focussed - two dildos? One was a normal size, the other smaller.
“Clothes off,” Rachel commanded.
“Huh?”
“I said, clothes off!” Rachel stared at her, and Quinn rushed to comply. She was already wet, but she could see Rachel lubing both of the dildos as she stripped. “Good. Now bend over the arm of the couch.”
Quinn complied, and she jumped as the silicone pressed against both her dripping sex and her ass. “In case you hadn’t put two and two together, Quinn, today’s reward is double penetration. I imagine you’re okay with that?” Quinn just nodded.
“Good.” Rachel didn’t waste any more time, pressing both dildos into her. It was a feeling like she’d never had - completely, totally full, and she came in under a minute, cursing herself for going off early like a teenage boy. Rachel showed no signs of stopping, though, drawing two more explosive climaxes from her before slowing to a halt and withdrawing. She left her there, bent over the couch, with a casual “dinner’s in fifteen minutes.”
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Three was a day of rest - both of them needed it after the vigorous sex of the last two nights. Two was when Rachel finally let Quinn have her way with her. And have her way she did - tongue, teeth, fingers, strap-ons, the damnable vibrating butt plug - all of it came into play at one point or another. And that only left One.
Quinn had coped admirably with her withdrawal, and she credited Rachel - without her girlfriend, she could never have accomplished this. She opened the door, ready to ravish her - and found the front room covered from one end to the other in candles. “Rachel?” she called.
Her girlfriend had never looked more beautiful, she thought later. She was dressed in a chocolate-coloured dress that clung to her every curve, a headband adorned with gold stars, and brown ballet flats. She didn’t say a word, just took Quinn’s hand and led her to the couch. They sat down together and Quinn moved to kiss her, only for Rachel to stop her cold.
“Quinn, I need to speak to you first. Firstly, may I just say how proud of you I am? In only fifteen days, you’ve all but quit smoking. You are so incredibly strong, and I am so blessed to be the object of your affection. Don’t,” she put a finger to Quinn’s lips as she started to reply. “Don’t talk yet. I’ve been thinking, a lot, about how lucky I am, how you were willing to change something that was such a part of you, all because I asked. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. And I have loved you for so long, and this life we’ve built together has been so perfect. And so I have a question for you.”
Quinn’s heart raced. “Yes.”
“But you haven’t even-”
“The answer’s yes, Rachel. Always, forever, yes.” Rachel retrieved a diamond ring from her pocket and slipped it onto Quinn’s waiting finger, and their lips crashed together in a searing kiss. Quinn tried to unzip her dress, but Rachel pulled away again. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I need to give you your reward for today.”
“You’re my reward,” Quinn whispered, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
“You’re very sweet, but you do have one more reward. Come upstairs with me.” Quinn did, allowing herself to be led by the hand. “I believe it’s customary to have one last fling before you’re married.”
“What?” Quinn quirked an eyebrow. “Baby, I don’t need anyone but you.”
“Again, you’re very sweet - but I believe you’ll change your mind in a moment. Go ahead into the bedroom.”
Nervously, Quinn pushed open the door - to find Brittany and Santana, gloriously naked, reclining on their bed. Rachel followed her inside, slipping out of her dress. She leaned in close, to whisper in Quinn’s ear. “Aren’t you going to enjoy your reward, Quinn?”
And she did. Many times, before the night was through.
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: Set between Out Tonight and Cravings. Rachel devises a unique stop-smoking program for Quinn.
WARNINGS: Contains DP, Anal, and a teensy bit of breathplay.
The sound of the front door opening startled her. Rachel didn’t normally join her on the step when she was smoking - she disliked the habit, disliked Quinn doing it, and complained bitterly about the smell. She was even more surprised when Rachel sat down on the step beside her.
“What’s up, Rach?”
Rachel didn’t answer, looking out at the traffic passing by. Finally, just before Quinn asked again, she cleared her throat. “I want you to quit smoking.” She raised a hand to forestall Quinn’s objections. “I know - I know it’s not that easy, and I know how much you enjoy it, but I think I know a way to help. I want to make a deal with you.”
“What kind of deal?” Quinn asked warily.
“Every day that you smoke one less cigarette, I’ll do something for you. Don’t ask what those things will be - I’m not going to tell you. If you want to find out, you’ll just have to cut down. It’s not too much to ask, Quinn, I’m sure - just one less cigarette each day. What do you say?”
Quinn thought hard about it, regarding the pack in her hand. She smoked, on a normal day, fifteen. On the one hand she wasn’t sure that she could stop, or even cut down, but on the other Rachel had piqued her curiosity. She determined she could probably cut out at least one, at least until she found out what Rachel had in mind. “Okay,” she said, drawing the word out slowly. “You’ve got a deal.”
“Excellent!” Rachel clapped. “Now, I’m going to go back inside before I inhale anymore second-hand smoke. Please be sure to have a mint before you come upstairs, okay?”
“Yes, Rach, I know the routine,” Quinn rolled her eyes. Rachel kissed her cheek and disappeared into the house. Quinn savoured the last few drags before she rubbed the cigarette out on the step and dropped it into the coffee tin she kept there for butts.
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“Quinn, is that you?”
“Who else would it be, babe?”
“Did you cut down your intake today?”
Rolling her eyes at the phrasing, Quinn shouted back up the stairs. “Yeah, I skipped my smoke when I had my coffee break this morning.”
“Excellent,” Rachel’s voice was low and sultry, and when she stepped into view Quinn’s purse fell on her foot, prompting a curse. She was clad in a French maid costume - barely there, mostly backless and barely containing her breasts. The skirt, held out by the crinoline she wore underneath, was so short that the delicate curves of her ass were in full view, and Quinn knew if she bent over that the view would be breathtaking. The outfit’s even topped with a lacy collar and black skyscraper heels. She reached out for her, but Rachel danced out of her reach. “Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “Let me explain the rules, Quinn. This is day one. I know you like these outfits - you stare at the blonde in Clue every time we watch it. So this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit in the living room, and I’m going to make you dinner like a good maid does. I may even tidy up a bit while you watch. But you can’t touch me - you’re going to have give up one more cigarette before you can touch me.”
“Rach,” Quinn whined. “That’s not fair.”
“It makes you want to give them up, though, doesn’t it?” Rachel didn’t wait for an answer. “Now, go and sit on the couch. I’ll be in shortly.”
Quinn sat in silence, cursing her body’s betrayal. Her nipples were stiff and sore, scraping painfully against her bra, and there was an undeniable dampness between her legs that she couldn’t ignore. When Rachel brought her dinner, playfully dropping her fork and bending over to pick it up, making sure Quinn got a good view of her lacy g-string, it took all of her self-control not to leap off the couch and tackle her to the floor. She settled for whining instead. “Rach, please.”
“I’m sorry, Quinn, you agreed to this deal. That means you follow my rules. But if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I’ll clean while you eat.”
Dinner grew cold and all but forgotten as Quinn watched her girlfriend navigate the room with a feather duster, doing very little that could be called cleaning but a lot of bending over, offering tantalising views up her skirt and then, as she dusted the table in front of the couch, down the front of her outfit. “Jesus, Rachel, I can’t-”
“You’re a big girl, Quinn. I’m sure you can take care of yourself. I’ll just go on about my business here.”
On a normal day, Quinn would have been too embarrassed - but as she watched a private fantasy come to life, her hormones were far too out of control for embarrassment to be a factor. She unbuttoned her blouse, never taking her eyes off of Rachel, and gently fondled her own breast through the fabric of her bra. Her other hand traced a path down her stomach to the waistband of her tailored slacks, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. She lay further back against the couch, allowing her hand to wander under her panties and trace her wet lips. There was no need for build-up, no preamble required. Just desperation as she plunged two fingers into herself, questing for just the right spot inside. Rachel grinned over her shoulder, bending over to dust the bottom of the television stand, and Quinn’s pace quickened. She continued to massage her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, as the thumb of her other hand brushed her hard clit. A few more thrusts and curls, and she came undone with a soft cry. She flopped back against the couch, and Rachel sat down beside her.
“That was so hot, baby,” Rachel whispered. “I really wish you were allowed to touch me.”
“Rach,” Quinn gasped. “Stop teasing me.”
“Sorry, Quinn. Those are the rules. But if you come upstairs with me right now, I might let you watch me.”
Quinn nearly broke an ankle running up the stairs.
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Quinn had been ill-tempered all day, and she threw her purse down angrily on the counter when she got home. The decrease in her nicotine intake had left her slightly jittery, and it wore on her as the day went on. But all the same, she’d managed to resist temptation, and only had thirteen cigarettes. Her mood, therefore, wasn’t helped when Rachel came downstairs in a dress that looked like it belonged in a Mormon polygamous compound. “What the fuck, Rach?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why are you wearing that? What happened to the maid outfit?”
“First of all, Quinn, I’d expect a nicer greeting than that on your arrival home. That was very uncalled for.”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn shook her head. “I really am, honey, I’m sorry. My lack of smokes is making me twitchy, but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But - that dress?”
“I promised you could touch me if you had one less today. I never promised what I’d be wearing, or how much of me you could touch.”
Quinn frowned. She was right, as much as she hated to admit it. “So - what’s the game, then?”
“Game?” Rachel’s wide-eyed innocent expression was almost too convincing. “There’s no game, Quinn. I’m a conservative girl on her first date. I just don’t want anything getting out of hand, so I wore my best dress.”
“And what are we doing on our first date?”
“I prepared you a lovely meal of steamed vegetables and crispy tofu, and then I’ve selected a few appropriate movies for us to enjoy together.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow, but decided to play along.
The meal was bland and uninspiring, and the selection of movies was even worse. Ten minutes into “The Ten Commandments,” Quinn gave up and leaned in for a kiss. Rachel kept her mouth firmly closed, despite the pressure of her tongue against her lips, and Quinn sighed. She reached for her breast, and found her ability to massage it severely impaired by the ridiculously thick bra Rachel obviously wore under the dress. She reached down, meaning to work a hand under the hem of the dress, but Rachel’s hand stopped her. “Quinn, stop - just watch the movie.”
“C’mon, Rach! You drove me crazy yesterday, and now I have to sit here and watch this boring-ass movie and not even make out with you? I’m not getting how this is an incentive for me to quit smoking - I’d be enjoying the cigarette right now more than I’m enjoying this.”
“Good things come to those who wait, Quinn,” was Rachel’s only reply.
Twenty more minutes went by, and Quinn had nearly decided to just get up and leave when Charlton Heston’s gloomy visage disappeared, replaced by what looked an awful lot like lesbian porn. “Rachel?” she asked, confused.
“Oh, no!” Rachel protested. “Clearly someone’s wrecked this DVD, and I can’t seem to eject it. As objectionable as I find it, I suppose we can watch this together, if you like?”
Quinn, engrossed in the image of a tall redhead fucking a petite blonde with a strap-on, didn’t answer. Rachel leaned closer, and the scent of her combined with her arousal from watching the film, went straight to her head. She pounced on Rachel with a growl, pushing her down on the couch and ripping open the front of her dress. She pulled the stupid, annoying bra out of her way and found Rachel’s breasts with both hands, massaging them, caressing them, squeezing her nipples - and then suddenly she was on her back, and Rachel was pulling her dress back together.
“Quinn Fabray, that’s quite enough. I invite you into my home, allow you to kiss me, and you violate my virtue? I’m afraid this date is over.”
“What?” Quinn was honestly confused. “But - but-”
“Good night, Quinn,” Rachel disappeared up the stairs, and Quinn nearly wept with frustration.
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Down to twelve. Quinn’s nicotine withdrawal was getting worse, and she’d resorted to chewing toothpicks. She was chewing one, in fact, when she walked into the house and smelled - bacon?
“Rachel?”
She emerged from the kitchen, wearing a chef’s apron over her jeans and t-shirt and plastic gloves on her hands. “Hello, sweetheart! How are you today? I trust you kept up your part of the bargain?”
“Yeah - why does it smell like bacon?”
“This is your reward today. I cooked you a feast - eggs, toast, and a ridiculous amount of bacon.”
She tried to control her drooling. “Does this mean no sex tonight either?”
“Absolutely none,” Rachel shook her head.
“You’re killing me, Rach.”
“I’ll tell you what, Quinn - if you make it to five per day, I guarantee the last five days will make all of the waiting worthwhile. You have no idea what sort of things I’ve planned for you.”
“That’s another week!” Quinn complained.
“Come eat your bacon, Quinn,” Rachel took her hand.
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Eleven’s reward was Rachel agreeing to sit through Stand By Me, Quinn’s favourite childhood movie. Ten netted her a private ballet performance, which only left her more turned on, even more hot and bothered, than she had been already. Rachel presented her with a solution as her reward for nine - a brand new vibrator, and the chance to see her naked while she used it. And she did - vigorously, until she’d had four orgasms.
She came home crying the next day, confessing that she hadn’t managed to cut down to eight. There had been a meeting that day, where she was unfairly saddled with the blame for the failure of a major project, and she’d desperately needed a cigarette afterward. Rachel didn’t scold her, didn’t get angry, just held her close and promised that everything was okay.
The next day she did manage to only have eight, and her reward was Rachel’s fathers’ homemade latkes, combined with a gentle, achingly soft foot massage later in the evening. Quinn was so close to five she could almost taste it - pun very definitely intended. Seven netted her a ride in a limousine and a generous helping of champagne, and six a picnic in Lincoln Park.
She arrived home nearly vibrating with excitement the next day, only for Rachel to meet her at the door with a picnic basket. “Uh - Rach?” she asked, confused. “We did a picnic yesterday.”
“And we’re doing one today. Is that a problem, Quinn?”
“Well, no, but - I made it to five today! I thought-”
“Come along, Quinn,” Rachel gestured. They walked back to Lincoln Park, setting up a blanket in a more isolated area then they’d occupied the day before. As Quinn went to sit, Rachel gestured for her to stop. Reaching into the basket, she withdrew a small bag and handed it over. Quinn tried to open it, but Rachel slapped her hand. “No peeking,” she scolded. “Now go to the bathroom. I think you’ll figure out what that’s for.”
Quinn made her way across the park to the public washrooms, locking herself in a stall before opening the bag. She nearly dropped it in her surprise. She’d never used one before, but she knew a butt plug when she saw one. It was accompanied by a bottle of lube, and Rachel had been right when she said it was obvious what she should do with it. Hiking up her skirt and dropping her panties, she poured a generous amount of lube on the plug and then some on her finger, pushing it just slightly into her rear passage. She leaned forward against the door of the stall with one hand, using the other to guide the plug to her puckered hole and push it inside. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she had a momentary fear that she wouldn’t be able to take it all in, and then it slid into place and the flared base stopped it from going any further.
She pulled her underwear back up, tucking the lube back in the bag and stopping to wash her hands before she left the washroom. Walking with the intruder in place was an intriguing sensation, her body fighting to expel it but unable to as her panties held it in position. As she got within ten feet, Rachel did something and the plug started to vibrate inside her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned, picking up her pace and sitting down hard on the blanket next to her - something she immediately regretted when it pushed the plug further into her. “Rachel,” she whispered, “oh, fuck, Rachel.”
“Shh. There are other people in the park, Quinn. We wouldn’t want them to know what we’re doing, right?”
Rachel fed her a sandwich and some fruit before eating her own meal, leaving the buzzing plug to drive Quinn increasingly insane. Finally, she slowly wiped her hands. “I think we should curl up under a blanket for a while, Quinn, what do you think?”
“Anything you want,” Quinn was crying, although she’d yet to realise it. Rachel reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a thick blanket, draping it over the two of them as they lay down under the stars. She didn’t waste time, sensing Quinn’s need, and her hand worked its way under her skirt to her sodden panties, pulling them aside and working a single finger into her. Quinn cried out, and Rachel clamped a hand over her mouth without pausing her ministrations. The single finger was maddening, not quite enough, until she curled it and Quinn’s insides uncoiled. Just as she was about to climax, Rachel’s thumb and index finger squeezed her nose closed and she couldn’t breathe. Just as the world began to gray at the edges her climax hit and she screamed into Rachel’s hand, bucking wildly under the blanket. As she lay there, spasming, the hand disappeared and she could draw long gulping breaths. The plug stopped its incessant vibrations as well, and a hand wiped tears from her cheeks.
“I told you I’d make it worth your while,” Rachel smirked. Quinn would have answered had she not been busy trying to stay conscious.
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Four. She entered the house warily, waiting to see what her diminutive girlfriend might have in mind. She stopped short as Rachel stomped down the stairs, dressed from head to toe in black leather. She wore a harness that held - Quinn stopped trying to look at all of her at once and focussed - two dildos? One was a normal size, the other smaller.
“Clothes off,” Rachel commanded.
“Huh?”
“I said, clothes off!” Rachel stared at her, and Quinn rushed to comply. She was already wet, but she could see Rachel lubing both of the dildos as she stripped. “Good. Now bend over the arm of the couch.”
Quinn complied, and she jumped as the silicone pressed against both her dripping sex and her ass. “In case you hadn’t put two and two together, Quinn, today’s reward is double penetration. I imagine you’re okay with that?” Quinn just nodded.
“Good.” Rachel didn’t waste any more time, pressing both dildos into her. It was a feeling like she’d never had - completely, totally full, and she came in under a minute, cursing herself for going off early like a teenage boy. Rachel showed no signs of stopping, though, drawing two more explosive climaxes from her before slowing to a halt and withdrawing. She left her there, bent over the couch, with a casual “dinner’s in fifteen minutes.”
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Three was a day of rest - both of them needed it after the vigorous sex of the last two nights. Two was when Rachel finally let Quinn have her way with her. And have her way she did - tongue, teeth, fingers, strap-ons, the damnable vibrating butt plug - all of it came into play at one point or another. And that only left One.
Quinn had coped admirably with her withdrawal, and she credited Rachel - without her girlfriend, she could never have accomplished this. She opened the door, ready to ravish her - and found the front room covered from one end to the other in candles. “Rachel?” she called.
Her girlfriend had never looked more beautiful, she thought later. She was dressed in a chocolate-coloured dress that clung to her every curve, a headband adorned with gold stars, and brown ballet flats. She didn’t say a word, just took Quinn’s hand and led her to the couch. They sat down together and Quinn moved to kiss her, only for Rachel to stop her cold.
“Quinn, I need to speak to you first. Firstly, may I just say how proud of you I am? In only fifteen days, you’ve all but quit smoking. You are so incredibly strong, and I am so blessed to be the object of your affection. Don’t,” she put a finger to Quinn’s lips as she started to reply. “Don’t talk yet. I’ve been thinking, a lot, about how lucky I am, how you were willing to change something that was such a part of you, all because I asked. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. And I have loved you for so long, and this life we’ve built together has been so perfect. And so I have a question for you.”
Quinn’s heart raced. “Yes.”
“But you haven’t even-”
“The answer’s yes, Rachel. Always, forever, yes.” Rachel retrieved a diamond ring from her pocket and slipped it onto Quinn’s waiting finger, and their lips crashed together in a searing kiss. Quinn tried to unzip her dress, but Rachel pulled away again. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I need to give you your reward for today.”
“You’re my reward,” Quinn whispered, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
“You’re very sweet, but you do have one more reward. Come upstairs with me.” Quinn did, allowing herself to be led by the hand. “I believe it’s customary to have one last fling before you’re married.”
“What?” Quinn quirked an eyebrow. “Baby, I don’t need anyone but you.”
“Again, you’re very sweet - but I believe you’ll change your mind in a moment. Go ahead into the bedroom.”
Nervously, Quinn pushed open the door - to find Brittany and Santana, gloriously naked, reclining on their bed. Rachel followed her inside, slipping out of her dress. She leaned in close, to whisper in Quinn’s ear. “Aren’t you going to enjoy your reward, Quinn?”
And she did. Many times, before the night was through.