Title: Inscribed, Chapter 2/2

Author: Bladed Darkness

Category: Glee

Summary: Finn and Rachel celebrate her birthday together and wait for his name to appear on Rachel's skin because they always talk about how they are destined to be together and believe with all they have that they are soulmates. But then there forms the name Quinn Fabray instead. Prompt on the GKM.

Pairings: Faberry

Length: 700+

Rating: M or NC-17

Author's Note: Paltry offering of smut, here you go.

Even though she is following Rachel's every move, the kiss still takes her by surprise. Her lips press softly to Quinn's at first, gradually building in intensity. Before Quinn realizes it, the brunette is flush against her and swiping her tongue along the cheerleader's lower lip, asking for entrance which Quinn couldn't help but to grant, a low groan building in her chest.

Rachel wasn't sure how long they had been kissing, but she knows at some point Quinn had fallen backwards and Rachel had moved with her, now laying on top of the blonde. Quinn's hands are ghosting along Rachel's ribs, while the brunette keeps one hand curled into silky locks and the other rests on Quinn's hips with the lightest of pressure.

Quinn's hands flutter automatically to Rachel's hips as the diva presses her against the bed and Quinn forgets to how to breathe as the singer's soft lips met her own, engaging them in a slow, languid kiss. Rachel's lips fit perfectly between hers as they part to allow the diva's tongue access while her roaming hands tug insistently at the blonde. Quinn lets out a gasp as hips simultaneously jerk against her and fingers pull at locks of her hair. Her hands come up and grip the back of Rachel's head, reveling in the velvety texture of the brunette's curls between her fingers.

"Hi," she breathes in the pause when they both take in air.

How lucky is she, that Rachel is the one whose name is inked so delicately on her body? To have known the brunette long before her name appeared, felt a spark between them that has always been just more than antagonism and never quite so pure as the weightlessness that had surrounded Quinn, the relief, when the singer's name appeared? To not have to spend time searching for the right person with the matching name?

The break gives Rachel a moment to her own thoughts. They've been just tentative friends for so long, but the look in Quinn's eye hints at so much more. Even before tonight, they had started getting along better, for quite a few months. She wonders how much of that is because of her appearing on Quinn's skin. Quinn had been the one that finally started to return her offers of friendship, and she suspects that she now knows more about Quinn and Quinn about herself than Finn knows about either of them.

Quinn releases a handful of hair to slowly slide her hand up the brunette's inner thigh. Rachel tilts her head back at the light, sensual touch of Quinn's fingertips tracing patterns up her thigh. The feel is intoxicating and she presses eagerly against Rachel's heated flesh, creeping upwards until she meets fabric under her skirt and Rachel pulls away.

"Quinn," Rachel breathes, so softly and Quinn swallows.

"I-I want to," she fumbles for a moment. "May I touch you?"

There's a flurry of clothes for a few moments and then Quinn is pressing soft, reassuring kisses against Rachel's neck, the kind that makes Rachel sigh and whimper. Eventually Quinn's kisses move lower, over her collarbones and palms the full breasts now exposed. Quinn runs her thumb over Rachel's erect nipples, grinning as they stiffen even more under her touch.

When Quinn's fingers make contact where Rachel is dripping, they both moan and Quinn grinds her hips against Rachel's thigh for several minutes, chest heaving as she pants, the two of them rocking against each other, twitching with every little flex and motion, her fingers making slow circles against Rachel. They fall immediately into a rhythm, their bodies rocking together as they kiss, soft and open-mouthed. Quinn feels like they were so well-matched; like they were made for each other.

Quinn presses herself forward, bare thigh connecting deliciously with her dripping center. Rachel pushes herself sharply against the apex of the pale girl's thighs, pleased when she shudders and collapses against the small girl, the pressure of Quinn's body's against her causing the brunette to cant her hips up sharply as she comes.

They kiss lazily afterwards, sleepily. Quinn's arms wrap around Rachel, who pulls Quinn closer with a limb around her waist.

"Happy birthday," Quinn mutters tiredly into her hair.