The hotel was gorgeous and Rachel silently reminded herself to write a thank you letter to each and every donor who had helped make the trip out here possible, though her foul mood had prevented her from stepping out and really taking in the countless amenities it had to offer.
She couldn't believe the club had ignored her countless warnings and ventured out to purchase alcohol, alcohol that was now noisily being consumed five doors down. Granted they weren't performing until Sunday but it was irresponsible, dangerous even. Disqualification, suspension, expulsion, each word pierced her brain with growing forcefulness as she tossed in her bed and eyed the clock suspiciously.
She was just considering calling over there herself when she heard the disjointed scrapings of the keycard against the door. Quickly screwing her eyes closed, she froze in the bed, doing her best to appear sleeping so as to not have to deal with a drunken Quinn.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her; she in fact enjoyed Quinn slightly inebriated a little too much. Where with other people she came off a bit angry with Rachel she was always slightly giddy, touchy, and entirely too loose with her words.
"Rachhelll." Quinn whispered harshly into the darkness when she finally managed to swing the door noisily open, only to begin cursing profusely under her breath when her shin collided hard with the coffee table.
Beneath the covers Rachel stifled the giggle that tickled the back of her throat. Though she was still overwhelmingly angry at everyone for drinking, she couldn't deny the flood of relief she felt now that Quinn safely back in their room.
"Shit." Quinn hissed, sliding out of her shoes and rubbing the base of her leg. "Rach, are you up?" She began moving blindly towards the beds searching for her, feeling for her body before laughing happily when she found her.
"There you are." She spoke to no one in particular and then, to both Rachel's delight and horror, pulled the covers back and slid beneath them, shuffling herself as close to Rachel as possible before smiling contently. "I know you're not sleeping." She breathed.
"No thanks to you." Rachel murmured back in the darkness, keeping her eyes closed and willing her heart to stop beating so fast.
"Why didn't you answer me?"
"Why aren't you in your own bed?"
"Yours is warmer." Quinn responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world, slinking her hand over Rachel's waist and burying her nose in the crook of her neck. "Mmm," She hummed absentmindedly, "and you always smell so good."
Quinn's words were lightly slurred with drunkenness but that didn't stop Rachel's breath from violently halting in her throat, her mouth opening in a silent cry of frustration. Instantly she was aroused, and painfully, painfully aware of all the different places their bodies were pressed together. The hand on her waist, the breasts on her ribs, the leg nestled and curled between her own, linking them together.
She wanted to pull Quinn more firmly against her, to move that precariously placed thigh a few inches higher, she wanted her grip her hair and drag those lips that rested so carelessly against her throat to her mouth. The longing that had been steadily building inside her over the past few months became unbearable in moments like these, and it was always after instances like this that Rachel quickly found excuses to be alone so she could settle the ache that took up residence between her legs.
"Quinn.." Her voice tentatively broke through the compatible silence that had enveloped them. She needed Quinn to move away from her, to get in her own bed, to unclasp her arms and uncurl her legs.
"Hmm?" Quinn shifted herself impossibly closer, completely curling up against her body, mumbling incoherently into her throat, clearly seconds away from passing out.
This wasn't the first time Rachel had found herself in this position, in fact it happened with alarming frequency, but it was the first time she felt the pain of helplessness in her gut. Knowing there would be not outlet for the things she was feeling for forty-eight hours. She was certain this weekend was brought upon her has a test, a test of both her strength and willpower to withstand the mounting urges within her.
She cherished this friendship for better or worse. So much so that she sometimes thought Quinn had to know, had to at least sense her level of despair and did these things simply to torture her. How could she not feel her muscles jump when she touched her, see the flush that spread across her chest and cheeks, hear the furious pounding behind her ribs? But Quinn never noticed, or at least pretended not to. She never said anything or changed her behavior so Rachel assumed she remained blissfully unaware of the intense reactions she so easily elicited in her.
Accepting the fate of her evening she waited patiently for sleep to claim her, daring to let her mind wander as she felt Quinn's deep relaxed breaths breeze across her skin. Thoughts of what it might be like if it were real, if her feelings were reciprocated by the gorgeous blonde pressed into her body. It was a rare occasion that she allowed herself these thoughts, it was only in these bizarre, private moments she let herself pretend they could ever be more than they were. But whenever she felt the glimmer of hope begin to swell in her chest, when she had somehow found a way in her twisted mind to make it work, she would quickly turn her thoughts off. Because it wouldn't, it couldn't work, and it was cruel to her heart to pretend otherwise.
Morning broke noisily, a scream of sirens so loud on the street below Rachel feared the fire might be in their own building. Her attempts to leap from the bed and investigate the cause halted abruptly by the feel of Quinn's arm tightening around her stomach and a low groan of "turn it off" rumbled into her back.
They had somehow shifted in the evening, though they weren't any further apart. Rachel had simply turned on her side and Quinn had taken it as an opportunity to latch on to her from behind.
This was normal, right? Rachel thought to herself, not for the first time. Two friends basically sharing the same pillow, the same air when they slept, to fit so perfectly with someone you hadn't so much as kissed. It had to be normal Rachel reasoned. She did not claim herself to be an expert in the intricacies of female friendship, but Quinn certainly had to know. And her reluctance to pull away from her this morning, and many others before this one told her this had to be normal, friendly behavior.
Though as her eyes drifted downwards to find those long fingers splayed unceremoniously across her stomach, dangerously close to the swell of her own breasts, nothing she felt could be described as friendly. The moment her mind registered the burning imprint of her palm beneath the thin material of her top, her body did as well; dizzying spikes of lust that caused her nipples to instantly strain against the cotton of her shirt and the fine hair on her arms to stand at attention.
She had gorgeous fingers, slender and neatly trimmed; she never wanted to debauch someone's fingers as much as she did in that exact moment. To take them in her mouth before running them down her body, over her neck before resting them against her now painfully hard nipples, then south again, over her stomach, past her hip, before settling them firmly between her legs..
Shit. Clamping her eyes shut she blocked the image of those fingers from her mind. Immediately she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to create any type of friction but Quinn's long smooth leg wedged between them prevented her from doing so, serving to only further increased her madness.
Rachel shook her head, trying to clear the lusty fog from her mind then slowly turned to face the source of her torment. She had expected to find Quinn with her eyes still closed, attempting to block out the morning light but was surprised, pleasantly so, to find hazel-green eyes wide and fixed squarely on her own.
"Morning." Rachel smiled; her voice much lower than she wanted it to be.
"Good morning." Quinn whispered.
"I have to say, I didn't expect you to be quite so awake after last night."
"Oh?" Quinn's perfectly shaped brow arched in amusement. "Why's that?"
"You forget I've seen you after nights out drinking."
Quinn smirked. "What can I say? I've had a good night's rest."
That makes one of us. Rachel thought, fighting the urge to reach out and smooth the unruly morning hair away from Quinn's forehead. She couldn't touch her, not now, not with the state she was in. Though Quinn had missed the memo and extended her own hand to push Rachel's bangs to the side, her mouth curving into a small, unintentionally seductive smile.
"You should grow your bangs back out."
Rachel laughed nervously, god was she nervous. She always was now, when Quinn said and did things that with any other person, any boy, Rachel would take as an intimate gesture and react accordingly. But instead she just lay there and hoped her response, her reactions to Quinn's ever present hands on her appeared normal, unaffected, like the light touch of her fingers wasn't literally making her lightheaded and her mouth dry.
"We have to get ready for breakfast." Rachel spoke softly, afraid the full weight of her voice would give her away. She propped herself up on her elbow effectively securing some distance while simultaneously directing the conversation off of herself.
Quinn groaned and buried her face in the pillow. "I might be awake but I don't want to get up."
"It's the price you pay." Rachel teased her lightly.
"Let's just skip it and stay in bed all day." Quinn peeked up at her from the pillow and smiled. "It could be fun."
Rachel didn't doubt it for a second, though she knew her idea of a fun day spent in bed with Quinn differed greatly from that of the girl lying next to her. Long talks didn't hold quite the same water as ravenous fucking in every imaginable position. Her stomach clenched at the thought of the things she would do to her given the opportunity.
The remainder of Rachel's morning was spent in a blur, between watching Quinn traipse around the hotel room in nothing but a bath towel to seeing her diligently apply lotion to smooth expanses of exposed skin she was practically vibrating by the time they reached the breakfast hall.
She knew she was partly to blame for the predicament she was in. Far too often she gave into her bodies demands for release and now that the option wasn't afforded to her the pressure within her built steadily and with shocking force.
Everything suddenly seemed more heightened, more poignant. As if every fleeting touch, every smoky word, every glance in her direction spread moisture between her legs. Breakfast was a mission to keep from squirming in her seat; the way Quinn's jaw tensed when she chewed, the way her fingers curled around her glass, or her neck when she swallowed — each tiny movement pushing her closer to something she couldn't achieve. When she had taken a bite of her strawberry and cream covered waffle, licking her lips with a satisfied "mmmm" Rachel had to bite her own cheek to keep from whimpering aloud.
It could be considered nothing short of a miracle that she made it through the majority of the day without suffering a spontaneous orgasm, something she didn't even think existed but had come dangerously close to happening. It was as though every activity, every event planned was designed specifically to torture her, culminating with where she was now, resting in a lounger aside the hotel pool.
She could hear Ms. Pillsbury faintly in the background spouting off the dangers of indoor swimming areas specifically public ones, but much like everything else it was little more than a muffled noise to the thoughts in her head. Thoughts of ripping that string bikini Quinn's body, of following the droplets of water that trailed down her spine with her tongue, her clit languished beneath her shorts and she feared standing for the wet spot she was certain rested below her.
Her hormones raged in a way which was frightening her, causing an almost sickly swirling in her stomach, making her think she might actually be sick if it didn't end soon. It couldn't be healthy feeling this way for such extended periods of time. She loathed that she couldn't control herself; that she sat here objectifying her best friend for hours on end, a friend who would go back to hating her if she ever knew. She shifted uncomfortably in both her thoughts and the sight of her approaching.
"Are you coming?" Quinn stood above her, the water dripping off her and landing squarely on Rachel's heated thigh.
"If only." Rachel muttered under her breath, forcing her eyes to look anywhere but the vision above her.
"What?" Quinn leaned closer, straining to hear her above the raucous splashing and yelling around them.
Oh my god I said that aloud?
"No." Rachel spoke louder this time. She couldn't believe she'd just spoken those words. I'm losing it, I'm actually going insane. She thought helplessly, and then visibly flinched when Quinn reached out to grab her arm.
"What's going on with you?" Quinn questioned at the recoil.
"Nothing." Rachel exhaled shakily. She couldn't let her touch her right now; her body physically could not handle skin on skin contact.
"It seems like something."
"I just want to relax." Rachel attempted nonchalance, like her body wasn't currently erupting is spasms of desire at her proximity and near nakedness.
"Well, relax in the water." Quinn attempted to reach for her again, but Rachel quickly jumped to her feet.
"Actually, I think it's best if I go lie down." She ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Tomorrow is a very important day and if I'm not properly rested I fear my vocal capabilities may be detrimentally impacted."
She didn't give Quinn a second to protest before she left the room, moving as quickly as her feet would carry her. The instant she was in the lobby she placed a steadying hand on the wall, sucking full breaths deeply into her lungs.
Her entire body trembled and her legs felt weak, she knew if she didn't touch herself soon her panicked warnings of needing rest would become a reality. She couldn't rest like this; she could barely think or breathe with the current strength of her need.
The walk to her room was too far, waiting for the elevator alone would take minutes, dreadfully long minutes, she could probably orgasm twice in the time it would take to get there. She just needed release, quick and hot release to get her mind back in its rightful place.
Her eyes scanned and found the closest restroom, the second the door closed behind her she braced herself along the porcelain sink, and then deliriously, frantically shoved a trembling hand beneath her shorts and between her thighs.
"Oh god…" She had never been more wet, more sensitive, and as her fingers began the motions they knew all too well she cried out in satisfaction.
Her eyes clamped closed as she worked; quick, swift, and deliberate swipes along her clit, images of a wet barely clothed Quinn dancing through her mind.
She was close, so close already, mere seconds away from the pleasurable explosion she longed for when she heard it, a quiet barely audible gasp behind her. Her eyes instantly shot open and to her absolute and total mortification, met with Quinn's in the mirror.
Her hand slowed but didn't stop, her brain screamed at her to cease all movements and begin thinking of an excuse, but she couldn't, she physically couldn't. It was as if seeing her, having those piercing hazel eyes burning into her own while she approached climax spurred her on more, and she moaned softly as her fingers resumed their mission.
Quinn stood in mute shock, her mouth slightly agape at what was taking place before her. She willed herself to say something, do something, but felt powerless in the face of Rachel's blatant exposure. Her stomach tumbled inside her when Rachel's hand picked up speed. Why was she watching this? Why was she reacting to it?
This is your friend. Her brain yelled at her, but her body definitely disagreed, a telling dampness making itself known against her bathing suit, considerably warmer than the chilly pool water.
She had to stop this, not only her actions but her apparent delight in watching them. She opened her mouth to speak, hoping for, aiming for a stern disapproval but was shocked when all the came out was an almost helpless whisper of, "Rachel."
A tingle crawled down Rachel's spine at the sound of her name, quickly followed by a hoarse groan. Her eyes remained glued on to Quinn, gorgeous incredible Quinn, standing there in that criminally skimpy bikini. A pulse beat hard and quick between her thighs, more intense then she had ever felt. Quinn's eyes fell to her hand and she felt herself twitch in recognition.
"God Quinn…" Her whimper sounded equally as helpless, she was so close she could taste it and she had never needed it more.
The sound of her own name echoing off the walls seemed to break Quinn from whatever trance she had been in, her eyes darted away from the small hand buried between Rachel's legs and back to her eyes.
Rachel shook her head. "I can't." Her stomach burned and her legs spread further, canting into her own hand as she strove to elation.
"Rachel, stop." Quinn's mind couldn't handle it, her body couldn't handle it. When Rachel's movements continued she gave up on words, taking the few short steps it took to reach her, and forcefully pulled her hand from her shorts.
There was a moment of silence and Rachel quickly felt hot tears begin to burn her eyes; tears of embarrassment, tears of sexual frustration, tears for what she was certain was a friendship lost, tears for so many things.
"Qui.." She started but her voice trembled and broke, "Quinn I'm.." She tried again but was silenced by the feel of Quinn forcefully pulling her from the bathroom, moving them quickly towards the elevator.
Quinn wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, she just knew she had to get them out of that bathroom. She had felt like she was practically bathing in the scent of Rachel and found it was making her mouth water. She would make them talk. They would get to their room and they would talk about whatever it was that just happened in there.
But god help her, she didn't want to talk. Her thoughts were so far from talking it was startling. She didn't know this feeling, yes she knew what it was but she had never felt it before; need, lust, desire. Those were just words up until five minutes ago, but that had to be what this was, still she could fight it. Rachel was her friend, she told herself yet again forcefully, begging herself to believe it.
The second the elevator doors opened they stepped inside, Rachel immediately falling against the wall and dropping her eyes to her feet, Quinn pressing herself against the other securing as much distance as possible.
As the long climb to the 48th floor began Quinn let her eyes fall to Rachel for the first time since they began moving then tensed when Rachel's brown eyes rose and met once again with her own.
There was silence, a palpable knowing silence that filled the air that surrounded them; a silence that spoke volumes about the magnitude of what just took place. Quinn wanted to say something, anything to break the tension that now existed between them.
Rachel was squirming, her legs pressed tightly together, clearly in a state of discomfort. Quinn's eyes were drawn to them, drawn to everything, her chest that was still heaving with labored breaths, her nipples pressed against her small white top, the wetness glistening on her fingers, her mouth partially open trying to find air.
And my God that mouth. How had she not noticed it before? How had she not wondered every day how it would feel against her own? Now that was all she could seem to think about, how soft it would be, how it would taste.
Fuck. She clamped her eyes closed trying to push it from her mind, tried in vain to cool herself down despite the fact she was standing here in nothing but a bathing suit. It didn't work, her mind played and replayed images of what she had just witnessed, and before she could even attempt to stop herself her hand had reached out and roughly yanked the emergency stop button.
There, suspended between floors, suspended between everything she knew and didn't know and didn't even dare consider she opened her eyes once again. Rachel's gaze was smoldering and terrified all at once, caught between what she hoped might happen and what she feared. But before she even had a chance to question her motives for pulling that button Quinn took the two short steps to reach her and roughly pulled her mouth to her own.
Quinn kissed her as if her life depended on it, as if she needed to convey every confused desperate feeling in this one moment. It was passionate, all-consuming, and when she felt the tip of Rachel's hot tongue connect with her own she tingled to the base of her spine.
Rachel was trembling, her limbs immediately wrapping around Quinn's body trying to bring her closer. Kissing her was like nothing she had ever felt, if she had thought she knew need before, she knew nothing, the desire inside her increasing ten-fold from a kiss alone. Cupping her cheek, she slanted their mouths, aching to explore more, feel more, but Quinn's pulled herself away with a gargle of frustration, resting their foreheads against one another.
"What are you doing?" Rachel whimpered.
Quinn was teetering on the edge of reasoning, battling to have any control over her actions. They were both breathing heavily, her lips were now tingling with the taste of her and her thighs were damp with wanting, but god what was she doing?
"What are we doing?" Quinn whispered closing her eyes, trying to find any answers.
"What feels right." Rachel almost sobbed with how much she wanted this, how much she needed this. "Don't stop." She placed burning kisses all over her face eventually coming to rest again against her lips, "Please, don't stop." She whimpered.
"But Rach.." Quinn tried again but stopped when she felt Rachel grip her hand and slide it down to her chest.
Rachel was desperate, that was the only word for it. Now that she knew Quinn held any interest in her beyond friendship she would make her see, would force her to see the effect she had on her.
"Do you feel this?" Her voice trembled lightly as she pressed Quinn's hand against the now pounding muscle in her chest. Quinn nodded and she moved it slowly southward, feeling the muscles of her body leap and twitch in excitement. Effortlessly she pinged open the button on her shorts, then gently, slowly slid her hand inside, hearing Quinn moan softly at the wetness that lay there.
"And this?" Her voice was no longer her own, and she fought hard to not breakdown completely. Quinn shakily nodded again.
"You do this to me, every day you do this to me. Please Quinn, I'm begging you.." She pushed Quinn's hand more firmly against her and couldn't hold back the moan that escaped, "Please touch me."
The soft plea breathed against her lips, the wetness now completely soaking her palm, it was too much, inside Quinn a switch tripped, a switch she didn't even know existed, and as Rachel's hips pushed into her again, she let her control dissolve and she took what she now knew she wanted.
Within seconds Rachel's top was stripped from her body and her shorts and panties were yanked roughly down her thighs.
"Oh thank god…" Rachel cried in relief when she felt herself pinned back to the wall and Quinn's mouth latch to her neck. Instantly her hand threaded through the damp blonde hair roughly pulling her back to her demanding mouth. She hadn't had enough of the taste of her yet, not nearly enough.
The kiss was different from the last, greedier, hungrier, full of promise and intent, and she grunted approvingly when Quinn's bare thigh slipped between her own and a pair of gorgeous teeth sunk into her lip.
"We don't have much time." Quinn pulled Rachel's head to the side, sucking and laving every inch of skin she could reach.
"Then hurry up and fuck me." She husked in return.
In a more rational, level-headed situation she may have considered her location, thought of the possible implications for the actions they were taking, but her desire for more had her quickly pushing her hips against her, relishing in the feel of her bare sex pressed firmly into her thigh.
"God, Rachel…" Quinn was in sensory overload, the words from her mouth, the feel of her skin, "fuck."
Quickly she fell to her knees, she had no clue what she was doing yet she felt no ounce of nervousness. Now that she had one bit of her, she needed all of her. She had to taste her, and smell her, and feel her in every imaginable way. And as she watched her willingly spread her thighs and felt her fingers along her scalp she needed it more.
Rachel's eyes instantly rolled back in her head at the touch of Quinn's mouth along her dampened thighs. Despite wanting to grasp Quinn's hair and tug her where she needed her most she resisted, but her hips still bucked and her body still quivered with each progressing movement of her mouth.
"Please." She whimpered helplessly above her, then lowered her eyes to see Quinn smiling, that same fucking smile from months ago, but before she could even properly register it Quinn's burning hot mouth descended to her clit and her world was black once again. "Oh my god…" The groan ripped from her chest and she grasped the railing behind her to prevent falling over. "Oh my fucking God, yes" She bucked into her mouth and shuddered to feel the pressure of those long fingers against her entrance.
Quinn was in heaven, that was the only way to describe it, and with one quick glance upwards to make sure all was right, she slowly dipped inside her, her own eyes closing at the feel of her tight walls clamping around her.
Her mouth and fingers worked in tandem; a rhythm built and set to match each jerk of Rachel's body. Swirling, thrusting, sucking, taking strong delight in each and every helpless whimper and moan emitted above her, and just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Rachel tugged on her hair, their eyes met, and she felt then tasted the thigh-trembling, searing hot release of Rachel against her tongue, her final cry of pleasure echoing through the confined space. She coaxed and soothed and greedily took everything offered to her until she felt Rachel's ever demanding hands pulling her back up her body.
"My, you are good at that." Rachel rasped, pulling her into her.
Quinn instantly met her lips, her tongue greedily sucked into Rachel's mouth. She needed to feel that again, to see that again. She needed to find every possible way to make Rachel do that again. Grasping her thigh she hoisted her tiny, still shaking leg around her hips, "Are you finished?" she groaned as her own aching clit met with her arching body.
"Not even close." Rachel panted into her mouth, she would never be finished, and she moaned her approval of Quinn tilting her hips into her, building the pressure yet again.
Hands roamed frantically across skin, and Rachel violently pulled the flimsy materials away from Quinn's body, hungry to feel all of her pressed against her, to have not one single barrier between them.
"You're so sexy." Her words were hot against the skin of Quinn's neck, that neck she dreamed about. She bit hard at the sensitive spot along her shoulder when Quinn pushed into her again, grunting in satisfaction as her still pulsing sex met the top of Quinn's thigh. "And wet, god so wet." She moaned in her ear, her short nails clawing down her back, gripping her ass trying to pull her closer, to feel more of that wet heat against her. "Harder."
Quinn did as was told, they grinded into each other with fervor. Rachel was sure her ass would be bruised tomorrow for how roughly it thumped against the wall behind her, but she didn't care; each time Quinn pulled she pushed, never wanting to lose the connection. She felt her stomach begin to coil once again, tense and burn as she strained towards her second climax. She knew her mouth was leaving marks along Quinn's skin but she couldn't stop and didn't until she felt Quinn's hand roughly pulling her back, their eyes meeting once again as their orgasms built from thrust to thrust.
The connection seared through each of their bodies, breast to breast, hip to hip, the contact never ceasing. It was overwhelming, and Rachel's heart leaped and galloped in her throat for how powerful it felt. The instant she saw Quinn's jaw slack, her mouth opening in a silent sob of pleasure, felt her burning release against her thigh, she felt herself clench and she came again hard, trembling in convulsions against her. Within an instant she felt the tears of overwhelming joy sting her cheeks, quickly followed by Quinn's lips kissing them away.
"Thank you," Rachel murmured, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Her voice was nothing but a trembling whisper but she didn't know what else to say, but god there was so much she wanted to say.
"Thank me in the room," Quinn whimpered, "We have a few hours before dinner."
"Or we could skip dinner." Rachel whispered, smiling, bringing those gorgeous lips to her own once more. "Spend the night in bed."