Title: Made For Your Hands to Read
Author: amaltheaz
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Future-AU.
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,885 words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anybody in Glee. And this is not used for profit.
Author's Note: This was originally meant to be a one-shot but the second part got a little longer than I anticipated so you guys can have the first part for now. I'll try to get the second part done in the next couple of days. Oh and- FLUFFY SMUT. You've been warned, :p.
Title comes from this quote: "O let me, please, hands in your hair, drink in your mouth. Sweetheart, your body is a text I need the art to be constructed by. I halfway kneel to your lap, propped by your thighs, and feel burning my hand, your privacy, your part armor underwear. This time I'll loose each button from its hole; I'll find the hook, release promised abundance to this want, while your hands, please, here and here, exigent and certain, open this; it is, this book, made for your hands to read, your mouth to use." – Marilyn Hacker

Made For Your Hands to Read

Part One

Brown eyes lazily fluttered open, slowly until blurry images finally became clearer. The wakening figure moaned quietly, wishing that she could just go back to sleep though she could feel her body starting to wake up.

"Hey sleepy head."

Rachel's heart made a slight jump, the previously steady pulse quickening at the unexpected sound of her girlfriend's voice, husky and warm, wrapping her in its sweet embrace. She slowly turned her body around. "Baby, you're home," she finally said in disbelief, questioning as she attempted to blink away her sleepiness, wanting to make sure that she wasn't dreaming.

But there she was, her Quinn staring back at her with a soft loving smile, the one that always got Rachel's already racing heart to speed up just a little bit more. And it never failed to leave her in a state of awe that this beautiful woman was hers. A bright smile quickly drew at her full lips as Rachel took in the sight of the breathtakingly gorgeous blonde sat up and leaning back against the headboard of their bed, dressed in her favourite gray t-shirt and a pair of Rachel's shorts with a book in her lap. She bit her lip at the sight of smooth, creamy thighs laid out beside her. Yes, she was one very lucky woman. Her appraising gaze returned to twinkling hazel eyes and Rachel felt a warm blush adorning her cheeks at being caught ogling.

Once the shock wore off and realizing that yes, Quinn was right there with her, the diva immediately snuggled closer to her girlfriend, resting her head on Quinn's lap and draping her arm over the blonde's thighs to give them a light squeeze. She hummed happily to herself when she felt long, elegant fingers gently brushing through her chocolate locks and another slipping under her t-shirt, sighing at the short nails gently raking over her stomach. "When did you get home?" she sighed sleepily while nuzzling her cheek against a toned thigh, still not fully awake just yet. Through hooded eyes, she watched in fascination as goose-bumps rose across flawless pale skin at the sweep of her breath over it.

Quinn had been gone on location for a photo-shoot that had taken her away from Rachel and their shared apartment. And it had been more than a month since they were in the same room, let alone the same bed. It was the first time that she had been gone for more than a few days and both girls felt the loss keenly. Knowing that she wasn't going to be reading another word of her book now that Rachel was awake, Quinn mentally noted the page that she had been reading before placing the book on the bedside table before returning her hands where they had been before. "Just half an hour ago," she replied, lifting her hand away from chestnut locks to allow Rachel to turn and lay on her back.

She tilted her head up to meet hazel eyes, her eyebrows knitted into a frown, mildly upset that she wasn't able to give her girlfriend a proper welcome home. "Why didn't you wake me?" She pouted slightly only to soften when she felt Quinn's thumb gently sweeping over her bottom lip. Brown eyes fluttered close to the touch and she pursed her lips to kiss the lone digit. A quiet sigh escaped her lips when the thumb left her lips and she felt of Quinn's fingers tenderly gliding along her jaw-line. She opened her eyes to meet dark hazel ones as she raised her own hand to Quinn's, lacing their fingers and bringing their joined hands up to press a soft kiss to her girlfriend's wrist.

Quinn bit her lip as she quietly watched full lips lovingly making contact with the small tattoo on her skin. It was a double infinity symbol, one that she had gotten as a third year anniversary present for Rachel. The tiny brunette had quickly grown fond of the inked skin, kissing it every single time that their hands were entwined. "Santana called me and said that you had a bad day so I figured I'd let you sleep in," the blonde replied. She knew that Rachel wasn't really angry at her and if she knew her girlfriend well (and she most certainly did), the diva must have had something planned and her being home a day early most likely threw a wrench in the works. She had a few days left to her trip but when she got that phone-call from their friend, she knew she had to come back. If Santana had cause to worry and went as far as to call her, Quinn knew that there was no room for argument. She was going home.

It had been nearly midnight when she finally walked through the front door of their home and she had expected to see her girlfriend indulging in her usual comforts; a stream of Barbra films, a smorgasbord of junk food while wearing one of Quinn's shirts. Worry seeped in when she was greeted with an empty living room, only to have relief settle in when she finally found the diva sleeping away in their bedroom, wearing what the blonde assumed to be the outfit she changed into after she was done with her show. It had to have been a really bad day if the brunette had foregone all comforts and just went straight to bed.

Rachel groaned loudly at the reminder of her day and burrowed her face against her girlfriend's stomach. "It was one of the worstdays ever," she whimpered, her voice muffled by her new position. Lady Luck just wasn't with her today and everything went horribly wrong for the tiny diva from the second that she woke up. Though for the most part, she had been fine while Quinn was away. Sure, her heart felt empty for every day that she had to wake up without the blonde's arms wound tightly around her, but it wasn't like Quinn was gone forever. She knew that. But today, the emptiness and the deafening silence just hit her harder than it usually did and that, together with the fact that nothing went right for her, completely affected her performance tonight. Everybody had noticed it, she could tell.

If this had been years ago, Rachel would have been appalled at how completely dependent she was on Quinn's presence but now, she just didn't care. It wasn't that she felt lonely. After all, rehearsals and the nightly shows did keep her very busy. And there was Brittany and Santana, who checked up on her when they could, and kept her occupied. But they weren't who she wanted. She wanted Quinn.

Her heart ached at the forlorn sound of the diva's voice and she brushed her thumb gently over the back of Rachel's neck, rubbing soothing circles into it. "I'm sorry you had a bad day, baby."

The smaller girl shook her head as she sat up, offering the blonde a reassuring smile, "its okay," she sighed. "You're here now. That's all that matters." The diva straddled Quinn's lap, raising her arms to loosely wrap around the blonde's neck before leaning forward to press their foreheads together. Eyes instantly fluttered close at the contact, and they took that moment to revel in the other's physical proximity that they had missed for so long since Quinn went away.

Rachel absently counted the strong pulse beating under the skin of her girlfriend's pale neck, feeling her own heart speeding up to match its rhythm. She listened to Quinn's quiet breathing and she arched her body towards the blonde's warm, comforting touch when strong hands began to move up and down her back. There was nothing they could say that could fully encapsulate the emotions that stormed inside them. After having to rely on nothing but words for so long, they were more than happy to let their closeness speak for their hearts.

She remembered the first time she realized how absolutely tactile her beautiful girlfriend was. When words failed her, Quinn always managed to say it all with her touch. It took some time for her to accept it, that her girlfriend just wasn't a talker like she was. Even before they were ever together, the blonde was never one to talk about her feelings and more often than not, kept her thoughts to herself.

It took a lot of fights and just as much making up, but Rachel had learned to read between the lines, to watch the way that hazel eyes flickered or changed colours to convey a certain emotion, the subtle way that full pink lips would quirk and said more than actual words ever could. The way that Quinn would hold onto her hand, not too tightly but not too loosely either. Sometimes the blonde's arms squeezed around her, as if she couldn't bear to let her go, as if she wanted to make sure that Rachel was really there with her. She even saw the way that Quinn always, always, breathed her in whenever they were close together, just like this, and how it seemed to bring this contented look on her girlfriend's face. It was the kind of look that a person made when they felt warm and safe, like they had finally found home.

It had taken her time but by now she was confident that she knew Quinn Fabray as well as she knew herself, maybe even better.

Being away from Rachel was not that much of a picnic for Quinn either. She hated being away from the girl. Even if it was just a day, she had never felt any more empty than when Rachel wasn't right beside her. She needed that reassurance, that tangible certainty that Rachel really was right there with her. Quinn would sometimes think about all that time they had wasted in high school, not as enemies but not really as friends, when they could have been like this, happy and in love. But she knew too that they wouldn't have made it together. They weren't ready for each other then. Rachel had been in love with Finn, so consumed in the idea of her perfect leading man, while Quinn had just been consumed with trying to fill the void that was inside her. Once they were in senior year though, everything just seemed to fall into place, like it was all meant to go the way it did. They became friends, good friends even, and more so after Rachel rejected Finn's marriage proposal that began the slow but inevitable death of their relationship. After they graduated and as the best of friends, the girls left for New York with Kurt and Blaine right beside them, and they never looked back.

Love was something that had most definitely snuck on them, and honestly, they couldn't really say when it was they had begun to see each other in a different way, as not just a best friend but a potential lover. But they didn't try to fight it, nor did they try to hide from each other. It wasn't a case of one realizing how breathtakingly gorgeous the other was, or a drunken kiss that evolved into an awkward morning after talk. It was just… a natural progression as it seemed to them, that their feelings had evolved just as their friendship had. They just knew that their need to make each other happy continued to grow and the trust between them was only strengthening with every day that passed. And if anything, their friendship had only gotten stronger by the day.

Hazel eyes slowly opened and Quinn felt her breath catch at the sight before her, of Rachel, still with her eyes closed that her eyelashes fanned so delicately against her beautiful cheeks. The brunette looked content and so at peace that Quinn didn't want to move, make a sound or even breathe, and she wished that she had had the foresight to keep her camera nearby. Not that Rachel kept up any walls with her anymore but she really did love it so much when her girlfriend was like this with her, so open and so unguarded. But her need to touch Rachel was stronger and it won over as she raised her hand to gently graze her knuckles over Rachel's face. As she did so, dark brown eyes revealed themselves to her and a fierce blush settled across Rachel's cheeks at Quinn's unwavering stare.

The blonde then thought of Rachel's shy confession so many, many months ago that there was something in the way that Quinn stared at her that made her feel so utterly exposed, so nakedly vulnerable and just so completely dismantled. And Quinn had sworn right then, that she would never, ever stop looking at Rachel like that. She knew in her heart that it would always be like this with Rachel. Intense. Passionate. Intimate.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with you in my arms," the blonde softly whispered as she brought her arms back around the smaller woman and pulled her closer so their torsos were flush against each other. Their eyes met for a brief second before Rachel leaned up so that their lips would meet too.

It was their first kiss since Quinn had returned so it was desperate, fast and filled with desire. Quinn's elegant fingers began to tangle in chocolate locks while Rachel's delicate hands began to roam under her girlfriend's t-shirt. Soft moans were exchanged when Quinn's tongue boldly sought out Rachel's and just like that, their pace slowed down, and burning want turned into burning need.

The diva pressed herself even more into her girlfriend's embrace. It was just so easy to get lost in Quinn when they were kissing like this, slow, languid, needy. It was like a gentle storm that quietly tore through her soul, bringing with it an unsettling chaos that raged inside her, impossible to temper down the longer the blonde's luscious full lips moved with hers. And god, the way their lips just… moved together. It was so effortless, like a sensual dance that only they knew, dancing to the rhythm of their fiercely beating hearts. Rachel could almost hear the words that her girlfriend was trying to say through this soft collision of relentless lips and seeking tongues.

Hello.

I missed you.

I want you.

I need you.

You're mine.

I'm yours.

For always.

Always.

Always…

She felt Rachel's hand sliding from where it had rested on her neck, down to her shoulder. Quinn then shuddered at the faint drag of short nails over the base of her throat as Rachel pulled down the collar of her gray t-shirt. Their lips reluctantly parted, giving way to heavy breathing and shaky sighs, and Quinn watched her girlfriend intently, knowing already what it was that Rachel was trying to do. A slightly damp palm pressed itself firmly to her chest and there was just no hiding the way that her already racing heart began to quicken even more. Rachel gave them no chance to say a word or take another breath when her lips captured Quinn's again, quickly deepening the kiss with no hesitation while her hand remained where it lay. But Quinn still had been able to catch brown eyes darkening, realizing the visceral effect she had on the blonde.

Rachel couldn't help it. She never could. Not when they were kissing and holding each other like this and Quinn's heart was beating, so wild and desperate. She didn't know how or why but she had come to rely on those strong, thunderous beats of her girlfriend's heart to tell her how much she wanted her, needed her. There was just something about it that took her in its talon-like grip and she felt like she was flying and falling all in the same breath. She felt powerful knowing that she was the one that did this to Quinn, while at the same time, she felt intimidated, afraid that she wouldn't know what to do with all this love that Quinn felt for her.

Quinn finally pulled back, taking a much-needed sharp breath. God, she could do that forever if she could. She licked her lips and felt the fire in the pit of her stomach grow exponentially at the taste of Rachel lingering on her tongue. She wanted more.

The petite diva too, was attempting to soothe her constricted lungs but then moaned quietly at noticing hazel eyes deepening to a mossy green. She missed seeing that, knowing that it was because of her that Quinn was this way. "God, I've missed you," she said in a desperate whisper as she took the blonde in her arms, holding her tightly and wishing not for the first time she never had to let go. But she knew she had to and she forced her arms to loosen, to relax, to let go, making her heart ache as she did so. She softened though at Quinn's gentle, discerning smile. The blonde just knew her so well, and she smiled bashfully in return when Quinn moved forwards to kiss Rachel's cheek, replying quietly with a sigh,

"I missed you too, angel."

END OF PART ONE