Fic: I Remember Our Love (12/12)
Title: I Remember Our Love (12/12)
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.
A/N 1: So, yeah. There is sex. I think at this point, Rachel deserves to get laid. She’s been barking up the tree of sex for a while now. Quinn deserves it too. Simply because, well, when does she deserve to ever not get laid?
A/N 2: Another shout out to my beta!
A/N 3: And a special thank you again to everyone that's read, liked, and commented on this fic!
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At eight o’clock Quinn and Rachel stumble into Quinn’s house. She turns on the lights and walks through the house with Rachel in tow.
“This was my good news,” she says to the brunette as she begins to climb the stairs.
Rachel takes in the stillness of the house. It was quiet. And by the looks of the old coffee in the coffee pot she saw moments earlier, no one had been there all day.
“Your parents aren’t home?” she asks with barely contained hope as she allows her eyes to drink in the expensive appearance of everything.
“They’re out of town on vacation,” Quinn replies. They walk into her room and Rachel’s in awe. Her walls are a powder blue, doused in pictures. As Rachel takes a step closer, she sees that some of the pictures are of them.
She turns back to Quinn, staring at her in wonder. “This is us,” she says, head tilting towards one of the pictures.
“It is,” Quinn says with an adoring smile. “That was the day you wanted to try ice skating.”
“And I fell pretty hard,” Rachel says with a pout as she recalls the memory.
“I remember,” Quinn replies a little crabbily. “I fell on top of you.”
Now Rachel smiles, even laughs because she remembers the shocked and miffed look on the blonde’s face. “That was a fun day.”
She turns away from the pictures. “Alright,” she says. “Enough talking.”
Quinn sits on the bed watching Rachel with a bemused expression as she approaches. “You were the only one talking,” she replies.
“Oops.” Rachel climbs on top of the bed, resting against the pillows on the blonde’s bed. Quinn wastes no time in swarming her. She fits in tightly against the brunette’s side and brings a hand up to stroke her cheek.
“Are you really ready?” she asks earnestly.
“Yes,” Rachel says a little warily.
Quinn wraps a secure arm around the girl. “You’re shaking,” she whispers into her ear.
“I may be…slightly nervous. Quinn, I’m sorry, but I’ve never done this before and I want our first time to be of good quality for the both of us. I am beginning to question whether or not I can give you adequate pleasure and the idea is-”
Soft lips press lightly against her own, effectively shutting Rachel up. She places a reassuring hand on her stomach, feeling the muscles underneath twist and bunch.
Rachel sighs softly against Quinn’s lips, the hand on her stomach spreading warmth throughout her body. She feels something low in her stomach clench tightly and she moans in sympathy.
Quinn pulls back slightly, peppering kisses all over Rachel’s face. “We’ll go slow, I promise. If you want me to stop, then tell me. And if I do something you don’t like at any point, please tell me.”
Rachel nods her head hurriedly as she kisses Quinn. Their tongues meet somewhere in the middle and moans quietly.
They continue to kiss, Quinn’s tongue light and playful as she teases Rachel’s own. Eventually, the smaller girl can’t take anymore and is more than ready. Rachel grabs a fistful of blonde hair and yanks Quinn upwards. Looking her in the eye, she whispers to her, “Make love to me, Quinn.”
Quinn’s breath catches in her throat. She wants to proceed but has to make sure the brunette is ready. “Rach, are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she breathes into the blonde’s ear before a tongue darts out to taste it. “Please, Quinn.”
Resisting every fiber of her being that’s screaming at her to ravish the girl in front of her, Quinn tentatively leans forward and brushes her lips against Rachel’s. She feels small hands grab at her shoulders as she runs her tongue along a full lower lip. Rachel gasps at the feeling, done with meaning, done with a purpose this time, a goal in mind. She allows Quinn’s tongue to slip past her lips and massage her own.
Quinn rests her weight on her left arm as she slowly drags her right hand up Rachel’s thigh. She feels long legs part themselves willingly, trustingly, and her heart swells. Rachel trusts her again, and there was no way in hell she’d mess this up a second time.
“I love you,” she whispers, her hand wrapping around a slim waist, needing to hold the smaller girl for a moment.
Rachel returns the tender embrace wholeheartedly, whispering her undying love for the blonde in return. She breathes in deeply, drowning in the overwhelming feelings coursing through her body.
Quinn lies there, content to be in Rachel’s arms until she feels the girl shiver with need. Taking action, she moves to straddle slim hips and slides her hands under Rachel’s shirt, greedy hands devouring every inch of flesh as she pushes the top up and over the brunette’s head.
Her hand goes back to idly resting on the brunette’s stomach. She gently strokes the skin there as she swoops in to kiss Rachel again, testing the waters. Nimble fingers slowly crawl up Rachel’s sides as Quinn bites her lip softly. Rachel’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she kisses back hungrily. When she feels a thumb stroke the underside of her breast, her back arches as she wrenches her mouth away from Quinn. “Please,” she moans.
Quinn nods urgently. Her hand encompasses her breast gently, kneading the tender flesh. Rachel tries to keep her eyes open and focus on Quinn, but the feeling, the pleasure is simply too overwhelming. Her eyes slip shut, but she braces one of her hands on Quinn’s back, clutching at her shirt, needing some type of contact.
When a thumb and forefinger close around her stiff nipple, Rachel arches powerfully, crying out loudly into the still room. Quinn smirks at her reaction and uses the opportunity to reach behind Rachel and undo her bra. “Good thing my parents aren’t home.”
“Yes,” Rachel pants as her bra is removed. She shivers as the cool air kisses her skin, nipples hardening even further. “Quinn, I want you naked.”
Quinn shakes her head with a quiet chuckle. Rachel was never afraid about voicing her thoughts. She grabs the hem of her shirt with both hands and slowly pulls it up her body. She then removes her skirt before settling over the girl again. Rachel licks her lips as a toned stomach, heaving breasts encased in a black, lace bra, and finally, much darker eyes come into her view. Mesmerized, she brings a single finger up and traces a teasing path from Quinn’s throat, to the valley of her breasts, to her stomach, ending well below her navel. She hooks a finger into the waistband of Quinn’s matching panties before snapping the waistband against her flesh. She watches, curiously, as Quinn’s hips suddenly shift forward and a soft sound falls from her lips.
Exhaling slowly, Quinn wills her hormones to simmer. This night was about Rachel after all. She gently removes the girl’s hands from her body, halting her exploration as she lowers herself onto her. She takes a stiff bud into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue.
“Quinn,” she hears the girl whimper, squirming under her assault. Rachel grabs a fistful of the sheets as she digs her head further into the pillow. Her legs begin to open further and further, inviting, and Quinn willingly settles herself between them. She continues to tease the bud between her lips.
Relieved to finally have some pressure, some resistance; Rachel’s hips begin a subtle rock against Quinn’s own. Quinn pushes down against Rachel, following her rhythm as she switches to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. When Rachel feels even teeth graze her nipple before clamping down, her eyes roll back as she squeals. “Fuck!”
Not sure she heard right, Quinn lifts her head with a bemused expression. “Who taught you that word?”
Rachel blushes at her own outburst and suddenly finds interest in Quinn’s blonde locks as she replies sheepishly. “Santana,” she murmurs.
Rolling her eyes at her friend’s vulgar mouth, Quinn presses a brief kiss to Rachel’s cheek before she gets back to business. She continues to pinch, suck, and bite at Rachel’s nipples until the girl feels as if she can’t take anymore. She restlessly moves against the blonde. “Quinn,” she whines. “More. I need something else.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” she questions as a wet nipple is released from her mouth.
Rachel’s somewhat sure how this sex thing worked. She’s done extensive research and even talked to Quinn about it many times. But even if she’s not that experienced with sex, she can feel. She knows that one particular spot on her body aches. It doesn’t matter what Quinn does, as long as it involved that one spot. “Touch me here,” she groans as she slides a hand down to cup herself, her other hand moving to Quinn’s shoulder.
Quinn moans quietly at the sight of Rachel’s hand, touching herself while begging for her own touch. Without even trying, without meaning too, Rachel was quickly ruining Quinn’s panties. When she feels a small hand push at her shoulders, she knows it’s time to move on. She places lingering kisses to both mounds of flesh before moving on to greener pastures. She licks a hot trail down Rachel’s stomach before coming up for air. That’s when she smells it. Rachel’s arousal. Quinn’s eyes flutter as a low, rumbling purr settles in her chest. She has to have this.
Quickly divesting Rachel of her skirt, Quinn positions herself between Rachel thighs. She kisses her left thigh, tonguing the flesh lovingly as Rachel’s hips continue to buck, meeting nothing but air every time.
Quinn lifts her hand up to cup Rachel through her panties. White panties. How fitting. She feels her lower muscles clench with the knowledge that Rachel’s innocence belonged to her. Not, Finn, and not anyone else that may have wanted a piece. Rachel was hers.
She can feel heat and so much moisture as she gently memorizes the contours of the girl’s sex with her fingers. Rachel pants, chest heaving up and down as she tries to be patient with the other girl. She knows that Quinn wants to make her first time special, but she really wants the girl to just get to it already.
“Take it off,” she calls to the girl between her legs. Quinn smiles at her girlfriend’s impatience, but doesn’t respond as she places an apologetic and reassuring kiss on her thigh. She continues to run her hands through her folds, feeling her wetness seep through her panties and coat her fingers. She wants to be absolutely sure that Rachel’s ready. She’s read Cosmo before. Quinn knows that a first time is more than likely a painful experience whether both parties prepared for it or not. She’s sure Rachel’s going to feel pain when she finally penetrates. But she wants to make it the least amount of pain possible.
“Fabray,” Rachel growls, voice made less stern by her panting. “Please take my panties off and touch me. Now.”
Quinn sucks her teeth in protest, but complies with Rachel’s order. “You’ve been hanging around Santana too much,” she grumbles as she removes the girl’s underwear.
The first sight of the area most sacred on Rachel’s body takes Quinn’s breath away. Swollen, pink, wet flesh fills her view and she can’t help but lick her lips. “You look like a flower,” she comments in awe. She can practically see the girl pulsing, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation of what was to come.
Leaning forward, Quinn closes her eyes as she inhales Rachel’s scent. Her cloudy head, quickly clouds over even further. “I am so gay,” she comments with a small laugh. Lust and love situated between her legs and in her heart as she opens her eyes and continues to stare in rapt pleasure. “I’ve wanted you,” she murmurs.
Rachel, whom had been lost in her own cloud of love and lust, looks down at Quinn at those words. It had been a long month that they’d been apart and Rachel’s sure that Quinn appreciates this moment of them finally joining as one as much as she did. She smiles with absolute happiness and runs her fingers down a pale cheek, murmuring with equal fervor, “Then take me.”
Not needing to be told twice, Quinn leans forward the remaining distance and joins with Rachel in the most intimate kiss. Moaning loudly, Rachel arches into Quinn’s warm mouth, one hand tangling in Quinn’s hair and the other tangling in her own.
Quinn broadens her tongue as she slowly laps at Rachel’s flesh. She gently gropes down Rachel’s stomach until she reaches her mound, fingers running through short, dark brown her. She gives the strands a firm tug, listening carefully at Rachel’s guttural moan as she tugs roughly at her hair. When she feels pressure on the back of her head, begging her for more, Quinn decides to quit teasing.
She continues to lick at Rachel until she finds her clit peeping out of its hood. Testing the waters, she pokes it with her tongue. Just when Rachel didn’t think her pleasure couldn’t get any better, she’s suddenly overcome with even more euphoria. “Quinn!” she hisses as she feels the girl’s lips wrap around her clit. Her hips begin a faster rhythm, bucking into the blonde’s mouth as Quinn sucks with abandon. “There!”
Rachel moans lowly as she feels herself begin to tingle. Her lower extremities are starting to feel like rubber and she feels herself clench low in her stomach. She’s beginning to feel out of control and she’s not sure whether she likes it or not. “Quinn,” she calls to the girl urgently. “Quinn, I’m close.”
At Rachel’s pleading tone, Quinn doubles her efforts. She begins to suck harder. Her fingers begin to get restless. She brings a finger up and cautiously places her finger at the base of Rachel’s opening.
It was just enough. The promise of penetration was all it took. Rachel’s hips still, suspended in mid air before they begin to buck in a shaky uncontrolled rhythm. “Quinn!” she moans loudly. She continues to moan her name over and over, whispering words of love in between.
Quinn rests her head against Rachel’s thigh, catching her breath. She didn’t have years of extensive vocal training that Rachel used to always brag about. Her breath control wasn’t as good and she needed time to breathe.
Rachel settles, minor twitches wracking her body as she comes down from her high. “Quinn,” she calls to the blonde between her legs.
“Yeah?”
“Will you hold me?”
The adorable request filled Quinn with a new vigor. She quickly scrambles up Rachel’s body and envelopes the girl in a hug.
“Thank you,” Rachel whispers into her ear. “It was everything I ever wanted, Quinn. I love you so much.”
Quinn strokes her hair as she places a kiss to her temple. “You better not be crying on me, Berry,” she says quietly. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
She thinks of what Santana said about making Rachel was prepared and gives herself a pat on the back. Nudging the girl’s head back, she kisses along her neck as her right hand snakes between them, between Rachel’s legs.
“I love you,” she murmurs again as she sinks her fingers into Rachel’s wetness. Her fingers tripping over her clit again and again. “I’ll only do this if you want it.”
It didn’t take long for Rachel to feel herself tighten again. Her hips buck up into Quinn’s hand that seemed to be doing nothing but teasing at the moment. But she feels apprehension pull at Quinn’s body, a question in her very touch. She gathers enough mental capacity to look Quinn in the eye and whisper, “I want it.”
“Are you sure?” Quinn asks as she circles her opening with a slim finger.
“Yes,” Rachel moans throatily at the feeling, the promise of being one with the girl she’s in love with. “I need you.”
Quinn’s eyes close at those words, grateful. She exhales slowly as she reopens her eyes to look Rachel in the eye. She gently presses at Rachel’s opening before slowly sliding in. And Rachel’s not sure why she heard Quinn groan but she’s damn sure she knows why a groan of her own emerges from her throat.
“Rachel…shit,” Quinn moans as she feels Rachel’s soft inner muscles instantly close in around her finger. “So tight.”
“I-Is that good?” Rachel asks. She thought she wanted to know but as she feels Quinn pull out before thrusting back in, she’s sure she doesn’t care about the answer.
“It’s perfect,” she breathes, answering the question anyway. She continues to thrust into the girl, hearing Rachel’s breathy moans and sighs of encouragement. Once she feels Rachel’s gotten used to things, she extends a second finger. “Rach,” she whispers into her ear. “I’m going to add another finger. This might hurt a little, but I’d rather do it now and get the pain over with than have to drag the inevitable out for you. But if you don’t want to do it now-”
“No,” Rachel says as she hips continue to buck. “I don’t want to do it later. Do it now, Quinn. Make me yours. Please.”
Those words ring through Quinn’s ears with satisfaction. “Mine,” she growls as she cautiously slips another finger inside. Rachel inhales deeply at the intrusion. Two fingers were certainly more than one. She holds her breath, body tense as she feels a sharp pain between her legs. She whimpers quietly, burying her face into Quinn’s shoulder for comfort.
“I’m sorry,” Quinn whispers into her ear. She kisses it lightly, holding perfectly still until Rachel says any different. “I know it hurts, baby, I’m sorry.”
Eventually, the pain subsides and Rachel’s left with a different kind of ache. An itch that needed to be scratched. Her hips lift closer to Quinn’s hand, hoping the girl got the hint.
She did. Quinn pulls out just as slowly as she did when it was only one finger and slides back in with care. Rachel thinks it feels odd. If she must admit, penetration isn’t at all pleasurable to her the first few strokes. However, once she’s adjusted to having something in her for the first time, the discomfort quickly turns into pleasure.
“Quinn,” she groans as her hips begin to buck at a faster pace. “It’s happening again.”
Face immediately turning affectionate, Quinn peers down at Rachel. Her eyes are closed tightly, lips parted in a moan and her sweat slicked hair sticking to her forehead. In Quinn’s opinion the girl never looked more beautiful, vulnerable. “It’s alright, Rach. Just let go,” she coaxes. She begins to pump into her faster, bringing her closer to a certain unavoidable goal.
Rachel feels fire rapidly spreading from her core and she’s not sure how much longer she can hold on. “You’ll hold me?” she questions.
Quinn feels her heart clench almost painfully at Rachel’s words. So much trust in three little words. Trust that she had, lost, and regained. Trust that she wouldn’t trade for the world. “I always will,” she whispers thickly.
Not saying another word, not having a coherent thought, Rachel gives herself over to the feeling, to Quinn. She arches her back like a bow into Quinn’s body, as her eyes roll back. Her whole body quakes, hips bucking with jerky movements. She tosses her head to the side as the screams Quinn’s name once before moaning it over and over again.
True to her word, Quinn continues to hold her until she’s done. Even after, she buries her face into the girl’s neck, kissing her tenderly. “Thank you,” she whispers.
Rachel smiles languidly. “No, Quinn. Thank you.”
She sits up slightly, fully prepared to flip positions but Quinn stops her. “I’m sure you’re tired.”
“But I want-”
“Rach,” Quinn intones. “We can do this tomorrow. You need to sleep, sweetheart.”
“Quinn, do you not recall the sext I sent you weeks ago?” Quinn rolls her eyes at the girl for using the word ‘sext.’ When did she and Santana become instant bffs?
“I said I wanted to make you come,” she continues. “And I fully intend to do that.”
When she moves to flip them over again, Quinn doesn’t resist. Truth is she was wet, teeming, and really needed the smaller girl. But she didn’t want to cheapen Rachel’s first time by making it about herself.
“This is your first time, too,” Rachel tells her quietly, as if having read her thoughts.
Quinn nods, resting against the pillows as she feels Rachel settle between her legs.
“You’ll have to forgive me for the lack of foreplay during our first coupling, Quinn,” she tells the blonde, removing her panties. “I am fully prepared to make up for that tomorrow and as many times as I can after that.”
She licks her lips as Quinn’s sex finally comes into her view. “Again…” she breathes as she leans forward. “I’m sorry. But I cannot wait any longer.”
Rachel didn’t waste any time. She quickly assaults the girl’s flesh, seeking out her clit uncharacteristically expertly and circling it roughly.
“Fuck, Rach.” Quinn purrs from deep within her throat as she wraps her legs around the brunette’s shoulders, trying not to smother her with her desire. “I’m not going to last.”
Rachel giggles into Quinn’s flesh, the vibration causing unexpected results as she feels Quinn’s hips begin to pump quickly against her face. She brings up an arm to wrap around her waist, anchoring the blonde in place.
Had Quinn not been so close to losing her shit, she would have been embarrassed about how eager she appeared. As it was, she was extremely close to losing it and didn’t care who knew how much she needed this.
Her hips pump faster, rhythm being lost in her urgency. “Rach,” she says, the girl’s very name sounding like a plea as she licks her lips. “Rach, please.”
Rachel tears her mouth away from Quinn’s flesh to peer up at her. She quickly places two fingers on her clit, rubbing in small, tight circles as another slips into her. “You’re so beautiful, Quinn,” she whispers fervently.
Quinn whimpers, opening her eyes to stare at the girl. Rachel smiles at the unfocused gaze. It’s like Quinn’s seeing her, but not seeing her.
“I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long,” she continues. “To feel you pulse around my fingers, moan my name, arch in pleasure. You’ve done all three already. But now I want you to come for me. Please, Quinn, come for me, baby.”
Quinn practically hyperventilates as she screams loudly, back arching, orgasm crashing into her quickly. That was all it took. Rachel. Her innocent (somewhat) Rachel, talking to her, coaxing her to an earth shattering climax.
Her body goes limp, completely pliable as Rachel cuddles into her. She wraps an arm around the girl and kisses her temple.
“Was I good?” she asks in a childlike voice.
Quinn lazily opens one eye. “You were amazing,” she whispers, yawning sleepily.
“Go to sleep,” Rachel tells her as she pulls the covers on top of them.
“You’re so chivalrous,” Quinn jokes.
Rachel settles further into the covers and Quinn. “I love you,” she whispers again as she closes her eyes. “And I want breakfast tomorrow,” sounding like a petulant princess. “My favorite.”
Quinn has enough energy to roll her eyes at her high maintenance girlfriend. She’s surprised when she hears Rachel lightly snore, something the brunette would never admit. The girl sure could fall asleep quickly. Feeling as if she should still respond, Quinn whispers to her before falling into her own slumber. “Pancakes. Star shaped. I remember, sweetheart.”
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Rachel wakes up the next morning, stretching her muscles. “I’m sore,” she comments quietly.
“That’s because I’m amazing,” Quinn retorts, waking up to the sound of her voice.
Rachel swats her arm before settling back into her. “What are we going to do today?” she asks as she assumes her position of the little spoon.
“Santana called earlier. She wants us to meet her and Britt at the movies later.”
Quinn wraps an arm around Rachel, sighing contentedly when she feels the brunette’s own arm cover hers. “She called? I wonder why I didn’t hear your phone ring.”
“You were snoring,” Quinn mumbles sleepily into the girl’s shoulder.
“I do not snore, Quinn Fabray,” Rachel says in all seriousness, with a glare that the blonde couldn’t see.
Quinn does nothing but hum a reply, teetering towards sleep.
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?”
Rachel smiles. “I really, really love you.”
Quinn smiles as well. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.”
Moments later. “Quinn?”
“Just go to sleep, Rach.”
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