Is this hot enough for you?: You're dancing easily through my dreams

q-magenta:

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“God yes,” the blonde breathed out, her hands reaching out to firmly grab onto Rachel’s hips, urging desperately for her girlfriend to keep going. Her dark hazel eyes were staring deep into Rachel’s, swallowing thickly as she watched the brunette’s pupils dilating until there was only a thin circle of brown left.

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They looked primal, rocking hard against each other, desperately thrusting, trying to get closer. Rachel felt like she couldn’t possibly get deep enough, she always wanted more. She would most definitely have bruises in the shapes of Quinn’s fingers curled around her shoulders and angry red stripes where nails had dragged down her back.

But for all Rachel’s marks and bruises and tousled hair, Quinn’s was so much worse. Her body was absolutely covered in hickeys from Rachel’s sharp, greedy teeth.And yet, she still wasn’t finished staking her claim.

Anyone who saw Quinn would see the angry marks from where Rachel’s mouth had climbed the curve of her neck. Rachel had no idea how the blonde would manage to cover them up this time. But still, without slowing her thrusts, she leaned forward and ghosted her lips against Quinn’s long, delicate neck, exposed from where she had thrown her head back. She just had to pick her perfect spot…

When her lips reached one particular spot, seemingly random, Quinn let loose the revealing whimper. There it was. A place unique to only Quinn. A place Rachel where wanted to stay forever. She released a low, animalistic sound from the back of her throat and sunk her teeth in. A cry echoed around the kitchen, bouncing from the hard surfaces and then being lost to the frantic sounds of skin meeting skin, and rubber plunging that much deeper.

Quinn was close, Rachel could tell by the way she had to thrust harder when Quinn’s walls clenched desperately around the dildo. It was like she couldn’t possibly get enough, and despite the ache setting in her muscles, it just made her want to fuck the girl harder. Always eager to please. Always willing to give Quinn whatever she wanted.

Finally, she released the bruised flesh of Quinn’s neck from between her teeth, and the blonde let free a sob of both relief and disappointment. Rachel’s clit throbbed at the sound; like Quinn had lost control completely, like she didn’t care about anything but getting off right now.

Her attention switched now to Quinn’s clit. Pink, swollen, Rachel’s. She watched with dark, wide eyes as her fingers toyed with the small bud. Tight little circles, firm and fast.

“Rachel!” she cried out, almost screaming.

“Quinn,” Rachel panted in response, burying her face in the girl’s neck. She pressed a gentle kiss to one of the hickeys and whispered a hardly audible “I love you,” Their roles were melting away as they both neared their release, quickly melding until they were all they had ever really been; two girls who loved each other. It’s how it would always be, how it would always end, with their hearts as naked as their bodies.

Quinn wasn’t quite capable of returning the words yet, but Rachel knew. She pulled back and dragged her greedy eyes over Quinn’s body. Her back arched, curved and feminine. Her fair skin shimmered as the light caught the faint sheen of sweat coating her body. Muscles in her thighs and stomach trembled as she tensed, desperately chasing her climax. And peppered across the familiar contours of her body were those dark marks, brought into the world by nothing but passion and teeth.

She dipped her head until she was faced with Quinn’s breasts, bouncing in time to their combined thrusts. She loved the rhythm they had fallen into together. Completely their own, and so perfect.

Her pouty lips parted just a little as she moved close enough to touch the bottom one to Quinn’s hardened nipple. Her eyes shifted up to watch her girlfriend’s face as she playfully flicked her tongue against it. Quinn clamped down on her bottom lip, but only managed to restrain her moan enough to reduce it to a whine.

“Come on, baby,” Rachel encouraged, pounding into her girl hard. Her lips closed around a perky nipple and sucked gently, in striking contrast to the hard and fast fucking. Suddenly two hands found her hair and those long fingers she knew so well were raking through the chocolatey locks. Breathy moans poured out between them in an almost constant flow.

With a few more firm strokes to Quinn’s swollen clit, and one loving kiss to the base of her throat, Quinn began to tense and quiver all at once. Her breath caught, nails bit into Rachel’s skin, and body thrashed, quickly and greedily taking all that Rachel could give her.

The diva’s name echoed loud around the room as she pushed in as deeply as she possibly could and stilled. And for all Rachel’s vocabulary, she swore the words to describe Quinn as she fell apart did not exist. Dismantled, maybe, but so much more fluid, so much more beautiful and so much less systematic and methodical. No, something like waves crashing against each other. Something like a wild and thrashing storm above a chaotic ocean, before it melted into calm and gentle waves that Rachel could quite happily float on for the rest of her flife.

Quinn collapsed back, a boneless, panting body of calm waters. And Rachel held onto her with those arms that would forever feel like home to Quinn. She stayed inside the trembling girl for awhile after, with no intention of anything but staying close. It wasn’t until Quinn whimpered softly against her neck that Rachel pulled out, trying not to focus on just how wet the dildo was. The shocks shuddered through the sensitive blonde, but Rachel was gentle.

She laced her fingers between the long, elegant ones she loved so much. They seemed stiff as they uncurled from their clenched fist, but somehow, still completely boneless. Once together, she admired their hands proudly. There were times when hers would be completely swallowed up in Quinn’s, and others when she felt like hers was the bigger one, the one that kept Quinn’s safe.

She never even understood holding hands before Quinn. She liked it, sure, because holding hands with Finn in the hallways or out in the street was a statement of sorts. I have a boyfriend. She was always proud of that. Always proud of being with Finn. Well, most of the time.

But it wasn’t until Quinn came along that Rachel found a whole new meaning to it. Where being seen in public didn’t matter, because it wasn’t about telling the world you had something, even if that something was as special as Quinn Fabray. It was about connecting. It was about intertwining their bodies in the same way they had with their hearts.

With her free hand, Rachel brushed a lock of sweaty blonde hair behind her girlfriend’s ear with an affectionate smile. Always beautiful.

“Quinn,” she whispered to steal the blonde’s attention. Hazel eyes fluttered open, dazed like they had been earlier. Little traits of Quinn’s, just like these, stuck in Rachel’s mind.

Quinn offered a lazy smile, the kind that had Rachel swooning.

“You okay, baby?” she asked in the softest whisper, like anything louder would break the fragile glass moment surrounding them.

Is this hot enough for you?: You're dancing easily through my dreams

q-magenta:

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Rachel’s hands slid back up to her waist, randomly squeezing and her brown eyes were dark, intense and flashing with the natural dominance that just pierced right through the blonde. She could see what her girlfriend was dying to do. She could see it all playing out in Rachel’s mind, how this was going to go. How she wanted it to go.

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Rachel had barely caught her breath again when Quinn jumped up on the edge of the counter and wrapped those long legs around her. She smirked. She liked the way this was going.

Nothing could be better than those moments when Quinn would completely give herself up to Rachel. That was only confirmed when Rachel tore her lips away and attached them to her girlfriend’s racing pulse point. She bit down, hard. The sound of Quinn’s breath being completely stollen from her throat resounded throughout the kitchen, and those desperate fingers immediately gripped at her anywhere they could. Her neck, her shoulders, collars, waist, hair, anywhere, but Rachel never let up on her neck. She knew it would mark. She didn’t care. Everyone would see the claim Rachel had on her.

When she stepped back, the sight that greeted her almost took her to her knees. Heavy-lidded eyes, dark with barely restrained lust. She looked… animalistic.

But her favourite part, by far, she found when her hungry eyes fell to Quinn’s parted, swollen lips, those short, panted breaths escaping raggedly. Even her chest heaved with the effort. Rachel had never wanted her so badly. Although, she thought that every single time.

Her fingers found themselves roughly tugging away Quinn’s shorts, barely noticing the dampness that greeted her. They fell to the floor with a dull thud, followed quickly by the grey t-shirt she loved so much. And just like that, Quinn Fabray was naked and squirming, all for Rachel Berry.

“Stay here,” She growled. Her tone left no room for debate, because yes, she definitely wanted to do this here. “Don’t even move,” she glanced down at where her hands rested on each of those toned, spread thighs, noting the faint shine on them from the wetness that betrayed her.

Delicious.

With that thought in mind, she disappeared upstairs, heading straight to Quinn’s bedroom with only one goal. It wouldn’t have taken long to strap herself into the toy, but she decided to take her time with it. The thought of Quinn downstairs, waiting hungrily, behaving for Rachel- huge power trip. And in case you hadn’t noticed, Rachel loved having that power over Quinn.

When she finally emerged again in the kitchen, she noted with a smirk that Quinn had obeyed.

“Such a good girl,” she cooed, moving to stand between the blonde’s spread legs again. Quinn’s lips had formed a perfect ‘o’ upon noticing Rachel’s new addition. In a quick display of affection, just to re-assure Quinn, she leaned up and kissed the girl softly, murmuring a soft “Don’t worry,” while her hand snaked between them to tease her slick entrance.

She swallowed Quinn’s moans and whimpers while her fingers stroked and explored, and slowly but surely, her girlfriend melted into her.

They broke for air and locked eyes, hungry chocolate pinning the nervous hazel to their spot. “I want you to watch,” she whispered, leaning forward to tug on her girlfriend’s swollen bottom lip with her teeth, never breaking eye contact. Quinn whimpered, but lowered her eyes to where Rachel had been stroking the curved tip of their strap-on against her wetness.

It would be a lie to say Rachel wasn’t nervous too.

“Ready?” She gave a jerky nod, and that was all Rachel needed. She watched with hungry eyes as her hips pushed forward and inch by inch, the silicone slowly disappeared into her girlfriend. It took all her self-restraint to go slowly.

When she had finally given Quinn every inch she could, she paused. The blonde was panting and clawing at her back already. Rachel licked her own swollen lips and raked her eyes over her girlfriend.

Head Cheerio Quinn Fabray, moaning and squirming, spread out and hungry for anything and everything Rachel Berry gave her. Could anything be more perfect? She slowly pulled back, watching as the strap-on re-appeared, slick with Quinn’s juices. “Fuck,” She slammed her hips forward, releasing a surprised yelp when she felt a sharp bite to her shoulder. “God, Quinn,” She moaned. Her self-control was quickly unravelling, and with it, went her ability to keep the slow pace. But taking Quinn this way, taking her so completely, was quickly proving to be one of her newest weaknesses.

She pulled back to search those dark eyes with her own, looking for any sign of discomfort, pleasure, anything at all. Because for all her greed and lust for controlling Quinn, her love for the girl would always outweigh it.

“Is this okay?” She asked breathlessly, watching the way Quinn collapsed back to her elbows and fluttered those dazed, slightly unfocused eyes open. God, she was so beautiful.

q-magenta:

the-stars-are-a-metaphore:

q-magenta:

Does that mean I don’t get to chew on your cupcake?

I don’t even- what does that- you- but…

CHEW ON MY CUPCAKE!! How are you even saying it with a straight face!?

It’s because I’m saying it with a gay face, :D.

…How did you ever think you liked boys? I’ve never met anybody gayer. And I have two gay dads, y’know!!!

q-magenta:

the-stars-are-a-metaphore:

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Be glad I didn’t say that he was going to chew on your muffin, lmfao.

I’m done! You are terrible!

#WALKING AWAY FROM YOU QUINN FABRAY #WALKING #AWAY

Does that mean I don’t get to chew on your cupcake?

I don’t even- what does that- you- but…

CHEW ON MY CUPCAKE!! How are you even saying it with a straight face!?

Be glad I didn’t say that he was going to chew on your muffin, lmfao.

I’m done! You are terrible!

Good Lord, and she thinks I’m the horndog.

Well, you did say that it’s your new favourite picture and Artie is there getting to ready to chew on your cupcake. It was a reasonable assumption!

CHEW ON MY CUPCAKE? QUINN FABRAY, THAT SOUNDS AWFUL. NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!

Maybe I need a new favourite picture.