I like to see just how you swing that thrill
Title: I like to see just how you swing that thrill
Author: please_replace
Rating: NC 17 for talking about sex toys
Length: 1,471
Spoilers: None
Summary: Quinn and Rachel go to a sex shop for the first time and awkwardness ensues
Disclaimer: If the characters were mine it would be a very different show
A/N: One shot possible two shot
It was something they had talked and talked about for a long time, and this was the decision they had settled on. Ordering from the internet simply wouldn’t work. Both girls’ parents would be suspicious of the package and would want to know what’s inside. Rachel had suggested simply telling her Dad’s what they had ordered, arguing that they were pretty liberal and would understand. Quinn didn’t even need to voice what a terrible idea that was as her look of pure disbelief and horror said it all.
After two colour coded files, one brief power point presentation and a lot of heavy make out sessions later, the pair were sneaking way out of town to go to a sex shop. In preparation Rachel had wrote down the addresses for three different shops. One that was cheap, one that was a chain store and the other Rachel choose at random and liked to call “The Wild Card”.
They spent an hour wondering around the strange town looking for the chain store, enjoying the freedom of being able to hold hands in public, when Rachel came to a sudden stop.
“Wait, it’s supposed to be here.”
“What?” Quinn questioned, peering inside the café in front of them.
“It was supposed to be right here, not some stupid café!” Rachel stomped her foot, clearly exasperated. “The website gave no indication to the fact that it’s closed down. They can expect to receive a very angry email from me.”
Quinn ran her hand soothingly up and down the other girls back. “Baby, relax. The cheapest store is like ten minutes from here.”
**
“Oh, God.” Quinn had been excited driving here and wondering around, but as soon as the store came into sight the panic settled in. They were about to walk into a sex shop that was located on a busy street. People would see them going in and leaving and would know exactly what they were doing.
“Come on, Quinn.”
“I can’t.” The blonde sighed as she pulled Rachel past the store. “It’s so busy here. Why are there so many people around?”
“Sweetie, stop and look at me,” Rachel brought her hands up to cup the taller girls face. “The sooner we go inside and buy what we want, the sooner we can go home and use it.” She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing the effect that it had on the other girl.
That certainly got Quinn’s attention. She grabbed Rachel’s hand and was dragging her inside before she had time to register what was happening.
Three doors later and they were finally in the store. Stepping inside was like stepping back in time. The paint on the walls was no longer the intended colour; everything was grimy and looked like it needed a good wipe down. Three of the walls were lined with DVD’s and magazines, and a little corner was dedicated to toys. The overall feel of the place could be summed up with one word: sleazy. The man behind the counter leered at the two girls, causing Quinn to growl and step in front of Rachel protectively.
“We might as well look around now we’re here.” Rachel mumbled into Quinn’s shoulder, as she pushed her gently forward, trying to remain hidden.
They stood before the small selection and looked on in horror. The assortment only offered one strap-on which was sporting a thick layer of dust.
“There’s still the other place.” The brunette whispered. The girls quickly left to the sound of the strange man’s laughter.
**
The pair slowly approached their final hope. Quinn had a bad feeling. The place before had been a disaster. It left Quinn feeling like she never wanted to go into another shop like it ever again.
“Wait, Rach. We can’t go in there now.”
“Why ever not? Have you changed your mind about this? Because while I’d never push you into doing something you didn’t want to do, I recall you being rather aroused after we discussed this.” Rachel stated, rubbing her hand up and down Quinn’s arm, reassuringly.
“I do, trust me I do. But there’s a guy coming by with his little kid. Let’s wait for them to walk past. I just wouldn’t feel right going in while they’re so close.”
Without looking back, they rushed inside and released a sigh.
“Hello!”
Both girls spun round to face a friendly looking, middle aged women unpacking a box giving them a small, knowing smile.
“Hi.” They replied in unison. They moved along to the selection of strap-ons, dildos and vibrators which had much more variety than the previous shop. Quinn suddenly felt overwhelmed. She’d spent a lot of time looking on the internet but being here, looking at them in the flesh, was completely different. The internet had failed to prepare her.
Rachel, however, was unfazed and was acting as if she was simply shopping for a new pair of knee socks.
“Quinn, honey, can you pass me the one on the end please? I don’t think I can reach.”
She reached up, trying to touch the box as little as possible and quickly passed it to Rachel, directing her gaze to the floor.
“What do you think? I’m not so sure the straps would be very comfortable. Are you even paying attention right now? This is important, Quinn.” Rachel stared at the box in her hands, not really interested in the blonde’s explanation.
“Rachel, please.” Quinn whined, desperate for her to understand.
“No, I don’t like this one. Can you put it back up?” She passed the box back to Quinn, already trying to decide which one to look at next. “Which do you think looks good?”
“I-I-… I really don’t know. I’m not… uhh.” Quinn ran her hands through her hair.
“Are you okay? You’ve gone really red.” Rachel stated bluntly.
“Are you okay? You’re acting so normal!” Quinn hissed. How did Rachel not know that she was uncomfortable? Could she really be that oblivious?
“Hi there, do you need any help?” The lady approached the young couple, who were clearly struggling.
“Yes, what would you recommend as a first strap-on?” Rachel asked, as if she had said it a million times before. When she thought about it later at home, Quinn came to the conclusion that Rachel probably had rehearsed saying that or at least something similar.
Quinn caught snippets of the bizarre conversation her girlfriend was having, things like “It’s not good. One of you will get hurt. Trust me,” and “You’d need a lot of lube for that and I really do mean a lot,” which made her thankful she had managed to tune most of it out. She was aware of Rachel passing her harnesses and dildos to feel, while her mouth hung open and she became increasingly red. Before she knew it, she was nodding and handing her share of the money to the lady.
“Are you good for lube?”
Rachel looked to Quinn, expecting her to answer. She quickly shook her head.
“No? Really? Alright, pick a good one, Quinn.”
She looked down, wide eyed, at the variety of lubricants littered around the till area.
“Can I make another recommendation?”
“God, yes please.” Quinn begged.
The lady picked up a clear bottle with a blue lid and held it out towards Quinn. “This is the best one on the market. Easy to clean, no weird smell or taste and is long lasting.” The taller girl looked to Rachel and nodded. Satisfied, the lady placed the bottle in the bag with their other purchase.
“Is that everything for today girls?” The older woman asked smiling gently.
“Yes, thank you very much for all of your help.” Rachel returned her smile as she passed the bag to her girlfriend.
“You can relax. The hardest part is actually coming inside.”
“We actually went into another a few streets over before coming here but it was…” Rachel trailed off, shaking her head.
The woman behind the counter laughed. “Wow, I’m surprised that didn’t put you off for life.”
“Nearly.” Mumbled Quinn.
“It doesn’t have a good rep. I think he scares away most of his customers. Well, now you know where I am.” Said the woman, as she placed both hands on the counter and leaned forward.
“Thanks again.”
“See you again soon.” The lady called to the duo as they left.
**
The girls raced to Quinn’s car, grinning and giggling the whole way.
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Me too. But I’m so glad we did. Finally.” Rachel said as she smiled lovingly at her girlfriend and sank back into the car seat.
“Finally.” Quinn echoed. She leaned across the console and captured the brunette’s lips in a searing kiss. “Time to go home and play with our new toy.”