Re-post from LJ.
unbetaed as usual. All mistakes are mine.
Rachel hated airports for a number of reasons, impatience being one of them. She was a fairly seasoned traveler at this point in her life, and could safely say that LAX always provided the worst experience possible. She had arrived four hours early for her flight, spent one hour checking her bags, for which they charged her fifty dollars, and was now approaching hour number two at the security check point.
She sighed in relief when she was finally able to make out the row of metal detectors ahead of her, meaning it wouldn't be much longer. Silently she began removing her shoes and socks along with all of her electronics to place in the bin and then began counting the minutes until she could sit and wait for take-off.
"Step through here please." Some huge excuse of a man beckoned her forward to walk through the detectors. Taking her cue she placed her belongings on the conveyor belt and strolled confidently through the machinery.
"Ma'am could you please come back and walk through again for me." Rachel turned around slightly horrified, she had never once sent off an alarm, it must have been a mistake. She tried again.
"Ma'am are you wearing any jewelry or electronics on your person or have you perhaps had any medical procedures we should be made aware of?" The man asked as he walked over, switching on the wand to personally scan her.
"No!" Rachel answered, hating the idea that she was holding up the line behind her. She stood as patiently as possible, arms spread, as he waved the wand up and down her small frame. When no sound emitted from the machine she lowered her arms with a triumphant; "See!"
She moved to grab her belongings off the end of the conveyor belt only to have the man stop her yet again.
"I'm very sorry to do this Miss, but it is standard procedure. We'll need you to step aside so you can be escorted to security for a more thorough search."
"Excuse me?" she asked indignantly.
"During the holidays we are forced to take every precaution." He finished just as another man came over, picked up her belongings, and motioned for her to follow.
Rachel sat in the small room and tapped her foot anxiously. She couldn't believe she was going to be subjected to this, she had half a mind to phone the civil liberties union and file a formal complaint about her right to privacy. As she entertained the thought the metal door keeping her from the outside world swung open and her presumed "molester," as she had affectionately named her walked in.
"Rachel Berry?" the woman inquired.
"How are you today?"
"Oh, I'm just wonderful." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
The women chuckled lightly and took a seat opposite her. "My name is Quinn, and I understand you are probably frustrated with this current state of affairs, and I'm sorry for that. So why don't we just run through these questions, we'll do the search and I'll send you on your way, okay?"
"Alright." Rachel relaxed slightly at her light tone. She hadn't expected the woman to be kind; she hadn't really expected a woman at all. She had in fact conjured up the idea of some sixty-five year old man getting his kicks frisking twenty-something's.
They went through the list of questions semi-quickly, Rachel had actually found herself growing quite comfortable; there was certainly something to be said about the stranger sat across from her. Rachel had taken the time to study her over the last twenty minutes or so, the woman was beautiful, there was no denying that. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and every feature on her face was crystal clear in the harsh lighting of the room; the high cheekbones, the plump lips, the striking eyes. Rachel let her gaze move lower as the woman rambled off a list of various travel procedures; her body seemed slim but toned; the white-collared button down hugging just the right places before tucking into a pair of dark grey slacks, which definitely fit her perfectly. She noted that the skin exposed by the few buttons on her shirt left undone looked smooth and creamy and she imagined for a moment how it might feel to dip her hand in and feel it under her fingertips. It would probably be soft and warm and if she could just undo that other button then maybe she could see…..
"Rachel…Rachel…" the inquiring tone dragged her eyes back up where they belonged.
"I'm sorry, what?" she quickly tried to recover as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.
"I said if you'll just simply sign here we can proceed with the search and you can go catch your flight." The woman smiled slightly arching her brow and Rachel had to swallow back the lump in her throat.
'Christ, get a hold of yourself.' Rachel thought as she quickly grabbed the pen, noting that her palms had started to sweat; 'now is not the time to be having inappropriate fantasies.'
"Just stand over here for me." The women grabbed Rachel's shoulders and guided her to the center of the room before turning to grab something from the table.
"Miss, is there…"
"Call me Quinn." She interrupted her.
"Quinn." Rachel smiled nervously, "Are there any cameras or anything in here?"
"No." Quinn laughed as rolled up her sleeves and pulled on a pair of crisp latex gloves. "We do what we can to protect your privacy during these matters."
"Oh, okay." Rachel chuckled, "Good." Quinn stood directly in front of her now and spoke as gently as she could, obviously mistaking Rachel's inappropriate arousal for anxiety.
"I'm going to remove your shirt now and check the lining, okay?" Rachel nodded and fought back a gasp as the warm gloved hands spanned her waist before pulling the black sweater from the hem of her skirt. Lifting her arms she shook slightly as the hands traveled upwards, over her ribcage, before grazing the side of her breasts in their quest to remove the tight woolen material. She luxuriated in the brief moment of darkness she was granted as the sweater came over her eyes, desperately she willed herself to calm down.
As the light came streaming back into her consciousness she watched as Quinn ran her hands down either side of the material looking for anything out of the ordinary. She noted how nimbly her fingers moved, checking in and out of every crevice with decisive speed. 'I bet they would be good at a lot of things,' her mind wandered, 'touching, teasing, stroking, fuc…stop!" Rachel squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn off her thoughts, she had no clue how she was going to survive this. She could already feel a slight dampness in her panties and she wasn't sure she could handle the mortification if her thoughts became any more obvious. Though, she knew it was a lost cause, because Quinn was back now, standing not more than a few inches from her, and Rachel could already feel the dampness spread. The woman was gorgeous. Not only that, she was touching her, and undressing her, and talking to her with that voice, my god that voice!
"And now your skirt, alright?" Rachel again only nodded in response, not trusting her vocal chords.
Quinn moved closer, reaching behind to begin the task of unbuttoning the material. Rachel could feel each warm breath as it whipped across the skin of her neck, could feel every slight brush of her knuckles across her lower back. She felt goosebumps crawl up her arms and back down her spine before fizzling out between her thighs. Slowly Quinn crouched down taking the skirt with her, gently lifting each of her legs to pull it out from under her. Rachel glanced down and fought back a moan at the sight of Quinn on her knees mere inches from her pulsing sex. She had to ball her hands into tight fists to control the urge to grab that tight ponytail and force the woman to place her mouth on her. She felt her nipples harden at the thought and squeezed her legs together to try to ease the throbbing. Looking up at the ceiling, she prayed to high Heaven that Quinn wouldn't notice her squirm.
"We're almost done." Quinn spoke as she stood up and moved to stand behind her, placing her fingers on the clasp of the black lace bra. "You're quite short, you know that?" She asked, trying to ease the mood.
"Um…yeah." Rachel sort of choked out as Quinn moved the straps down her arms before dropping it on the table. She glanced down at her breasts and thanked God that Quinn was behind her because her nipples stood at full attention. The relief, however, didn't last for long, because next she felt Quinn hook her fingers into her underwear and she was certain there would be no way to hide what lay inside.
As the material slid lower and lower towards the ground Rachel could feel the humiliation building inside of her. She was dripping; she could feel it sticking to the insides legs, a small drop even trailing down her left thigh. As she stepped out of the tiny scrap of clothing she stood in total silence, hung her head and took deep breaths waiting for the backlash for her bad form. She heard Quinn straighten up behind her, knowing full well that at this very moment she held in her hand the soaked proof of her arousal. Quinn stepped closer to her and Rachel could feel the warmth of her body against the naked skin her back, she shivered as her hot breath fell around her ear; "I'm going to need to you to put both hands on the table, spread your legs, and bend over."
A soft noise fell from Rachel's throat at the command, she knew it was procedure but fuck it sounded so sexy. As she smoothed her palms across the cool metal surface her mind ran in circles. 'Had she not noticed? Did she notice but not care? Maybe she is just really professional? Maybe this happened to her a lot? Right - it's totally fucking normal for her to see a girl literally dripping down her leg.' She was broken from her stream of questions by the feel of Quinn moving to stand beside her.
Rachel kept her eyes glued to the table, not wanting to give any more of herself away. The position she was in bad enough, add to that fact she could literally smell her own arousal filling the small room. She saw a slight movement out of the corner of her eye as Quinn placed her panties down in front of her. There they were, literally staring her in the face, and as suspected they glistened in the harsh light. Rachel still didn't turn to face her; instead they stayed in their respective positions for a few more moments, before Quinn moved to stand behind her. Rachel took a deep breath and dropped her head, silently preparing herself for what was about to come, praying she could restrain from making any noise. She heard the light crack in Quinn's knees as she bent down, she was looking at her now, she trembled lightly at the thought, and then gasped as she felt two fingers trail up her leg.
"You know Rachel…" The sound of Quinn's voice finally broke through the silence that had surrounded them. She moved her fingers higher positioning them at the apex of Rachel's thighs. "Usually we offer the option of using a lubricant to make this process less painful, but you don't seem to need it do you?"
'Shit!' Rachel couldn't believe she had just acknowledged what was happening. "Um...no." Her voice shook as she spoke; Quinn's fingers still just lingered against her and it was doing nothing to stop the flow of moisture between her legs. "I suppose not."
"I didn't think so." Quinn's voice sounded different suddenly, teasing almost. "I'm going to search inside you now Rachel, is that alright?"
Rachel nodded; "Yeah…Yes."
Placing one hand on Rachel's left thigh Quinn slowly eased two fingers inside her, smiling as she watched her struggle to stay silent. Ever so slightly she moved her fingers in and out, delighting in the effect she was having on the smaller girl before removing them completely. Upon their departure Rachel noisily released the breath she had been holding. Quinn stood, but didn't move from where she was standing.
"Are you concealing any paraphernalia Rachel?" Quinn asked as she removed both her gloves discarding them in the waste basket.
"What?" Rachel was shocked by the question. It should be quite obvious by this point that she didn't have the ability to conceal much of anything.
"Well, you see," Quinn for the first time allowed the bare skin of her hand to come down and rest along the smooth skin of Rachel's ass, "if I suspect you are concealing something," she let her hand slide downward to the inside of her thigh, "I would be forced to do a more thorough search." She moved her fingers up to slide through drenched folds causing Rachel's hips to jerk forward, "It is after all, my job." She poised her fingers at her entrance, "So I'll ask again, do I need to continue searching you?"
Rachel considered the question but only for a moment before deciding on her response; "Yes." She breathed, "It is probably best if you continue." And then she felt the delicious pressure of those two long fingers sliding back into her, releasing a guttural moan of approval from her throat.
Quinn moved quickly, although she knew she was lacking serious professionalism the sight and sound and smell of the small brunette had been getting to her too, far more than she'd like to admit. She leaned into her, wrapping her left arm around her stomach, pressing her breasts into her back, allowing her pepper small kissed along her shoulder blades, all the while pumping in and out of her with increasing speed.
"Feel good Rachel?" she breathed into her skin.
"God, yes. So, so good." Rachel groaned, nails trying desperately to grip into the table. "More, please more…"
Quinn shifted slightly and added another, feeling the brunette stretch around her. "God, you're tight." She groaned.
"Ugh, shit, shit, shit…" Rachel's hand slapped down on the table as she rocked back into her, she pressed her front to the cool metal and felt her skin slide, slick with sweat as she pushed and pulled. She felt Quinn's teeth nipping at her skin and she shot her left hand back over her shoulder to bunch in the crisp cotton of her shirt, her nails digging into her as she tugged at it. "Don't stop….don't stop…don't fucking stop…" her words parted with pants and gasps as she pressed forward toward orgasm.
"I won't…" Quinn answered back, a smirk in her tone. She could feel the muscles in Rachel's stomach clench and contract with each thrust, and she could tell she was close. Dragging her nails she moved her hand, dipping across her hip, past her navel, and then down, coming to rest on her hardened clit.
"Oh fuck…" Rachel's hips bucked with each flick of Quinn's fingers. She wasn't going to last much longer. Quinn built up a delicious rhythm, each flick of her clit coinciding perfectly with every pump of her wrist. "I'm gonna come.." she ground out.
"So come…" Quinn breathed in her ear, increasing the pressure of her fingers, fucking her harder, deeper. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name…" she curled her fingers and thrust into her again… "Say it." she thrust again, "Fucking say it…"
Rachel's gripped her nails harder into her back, as she felt the orgasm begin to swell through her, the cool metal on her front, the heat of the body on her back, the fingers inside her, the words in her ear, it all slammed into her at once, and she came apart loudly on Quinn's hand; "Quinn, fuck! Quinn…" she felt her whole body stiffen as her name tore again from her chest before quickly falling limp, silently grateful for the support of both Quinn and the table.
A few moments past with both of them breathing heavily, taking in the gravity of the situation before Rachel finally broke the silence. "Oh my fucking god…" she breathed out. "Thank you."
She felt Quinn shake lightly with laughter behind her. "It's no problem really. All in a day's work."