There isn't anything in the world that can help Quinn get her dorm room key out fast enough, it doesn't help when she fumbles around with them like an idiot when Rachel's finger tips dance across the exposed skin at her hips. Rachel is subtle about it, but she is laughing at the eagerness.

The door is swings open the second the lock clicks, the two are already wrapped up in each other. Quinn didn't think her room was all that cluttered until she felt like she was literally tripping over every, possible, thing the more intense the kiss became.

Papers are sent flying, books clatter to the floor, everything that was once on the desk is no longer. All is quickly replaced by Rachel, who is wrapping her legs around Quinn's waist to pull her that much closer. The singer grips onto her hips in an impatient manner and it sends her reeling.

Quinn's heart is pounding, so hard actually that she has to tare herself out of the kiss because her breath is coming up short. Rachel arches into her, immediately sending shockwave to Quinn's knee's before they lock eyes. Rachel is staring back with a burning passion that Quinn has never seen before, and she can't believe it is directed at her right now; Rachel bites her lower lip in a questioning way that is almost too cute, and a too devious to look at.

"What's wrong?" She asks teasingly while her fingers to draw lazy patterns on Quinn's thigh.

"N-Nothing, just...one sec." Quinn's says with a bit too much panic behind each word as she hurries to the bathroom. The second the door locks, she turns the sick on and rests her hands on each side.

What's wrong with me?!

For the billionth time tonight, Quinn tries to take in at least one full breath because it has been next to impossible these past few hours. She meets her reflection in the mirror before turning the water off.

This is happening, this isn't another dream. Rachel is right outside that door, waiting. Waiting for me. Waiting because I almost caused myself to have a heart attack, and rush in here like a moron.

Quinn makes a lame attempt with fixing her hair, and masks as much confidence as she can; insecurities can't ruin this, she won't let them, not this time. She opens the door and flicks off the light behind her. Rachel had turned on the string of lights that Quinn had perfectly placed along her wall, making the room just dim enough that Quinn can make out Rachel on her bed, but there is something next to her.

Her could smash through the floor.

It was the bag that Santana had left her.

Quinn's eyes widen, and her words trip over themselves in her throat before she can explain herself in time. Rachel's head cocks sideways with a grin clearly plastered across her face. She lifts the bag by the strings with her index finger, still giving Quinn that look as it sways.

"Oh, Quinn, I had no idea you were into such-"

"I can explain," Quinn says rushing over to her practically diving for the bag.

"No need," She says pulling the bag away inches from Quinn's grasp. They're face to face again, and Rachel closes the gap with her lips to Quinn's. Before Quinn can let herself become lost in another one of Rachel's kisses, she tries to reach for the bag blindly. Rachel gives another tug at Quinn's dress which in return forces the blonde on her; Rachel presses her lips against Quinn's ear.

"I actually think it's, really, hot," She coos, and Quinn feels her heart stop as those words that flow so casually from her mouth. In one motion, Quinn is lifting and needing Rachel further up onto the bed before pressing her body between the singer's flawless legs. The bag hits the ground, but the two are already in another searing kiss to even care. Quinn is moving against Rachel in such an animalist type of way that she has never felt before; but after hearing the way Rachel said those few words, it was no surprise what they did to her.

Rachel turns the situation completely around, flipping their positions on the bed. She loves this control, she just has too. Her legs straddle on each side of Quinn's hips, and she looks down at the blonde longingly. Quinn manages to sit up with Rachel still on her lap, using one of her hands behind her back for balance. Rachel wraps both of her arms around Quinn's neck, and pulls her in.

Quinn's free hand snakes up the back of Rachel's dress until she feels the coolness from the zipper run under her fingertips. The way Rachel is kissing her is different from all of the other kisses that they've shared throughout the night. She is kissing with such a powerful, want; as if she was mirroring all the pent up feelings that Quinn had kept inside after all this time. As if she was going to lose Quinn if she lets go.

With each pop from the zipper, Rachel's dress slowly becomes loose. Her arms tighten around Quinn, and she lifts herself off of her at the motion. Quinn starts to dust light kisses from the center of Rachel's chest, to her collar bone, to the crook of her neck, until she hears Rachel's breathing hitch for the first time since they made it back to the room.

It takes seconds for Rachel to pull her dress over her head, and throw it over on to the floor.
Quinn's losing it, she longs to kiss every inch of the singers skin. Rachel doesn't hesitate to reach for Quinn's dress zipper either, and just as quickly as she lost her dress, Quinn does shortly after.

Never have the two felt so vulnerable, and yet so comfortable in their own skin.

Rachel bites her lip nervously, her face turning a new shade of red; something Quinn would have expected to happen to her first. She won't look directly at Quinn; she looks down at the floor, then her eyes dance up and down the blonde's body making Quinn suddenly nervous.

"You look incredible." she says finally meeting her eyes with Quinn's.

Now Quinn knows that the flush is creeping along her neck. She pulls at her again, closing the small gap between their lips before whispering to her.

"You're absolutely beautiful."

Rachel smirks while her fingers ghost up Quinn's arms lightly, her eyes never leaving their path.

Quinn almost forgets to watch out for certain looks when she catches a glimpse of what she had seen back in the car; that same look that Santana had warned her about. She didn't have time to react to it fast enough.

Rachel shoves her back onto the bed, and is back in her favorite position; top. Rachel pushes her hand to Quinn's chest as her eyes glowered at her; that darkness she was capable of was unbelievable. Quinn's left frozen. One push, and Quinn's on her back with Rachel's body dipped against her. Their faces touching cheek to cheek, her mouth close to Quinn's ear, she braces for it.

"You like this," she said in that tone. "Don't you?"

Quinn swallows hard. Rachel's hip's grind down and a soft moan involuntarily escapes from the blonde. Now usually, Quinn might have immediately covered her mouth from the sound that she had inexcusably let out, but they were currently being restrained under Rachel's. A satisfied laugh comes from Rachel before she tilts her head more to one side, allowing her neck to become more exposed inches from Quinn's lips.

A low grumble starts from Quinn's chest from not having her mouth against the brunette's skin.

"God, seeing you like this, so crazed with want," she holds her face close, brushing her lips against Quinn's. "Gets me so wet Quinn."

Quinn's entire body tenses up, almost to the point of shaking because the want for Rachel is becoming so overwhelming; It's not going to take much longer until she's not in control of anything she does anymore. The blonde's chest emits something of a growl as she snaps free from the grip, and flips them around.

There is that snarky grin clear as day. Why? Because this is exactly what Rachel wanted; and what Rachel wants, Rachel gets.

Quinn makes her assault at Rachel's neck, nips at her ear to feel the singers hips buck, and trails her fingers lightly against the line of the last bit of clothing on her lower half. Rachel's hands ravish Quinn, gripping, feigning for so so much more.

Never have they acted this way before, never would they have expected they even could.

Their mouths move heatedly, full of a deepening desire. Quinn's heart sinks to a new level when Rachel takes Quinn's hand in hers, and rubs against that spot taking in a sharp breath. Quinn can hardly breathe now, here Rachel was, using Quinn's hand like her own personal toy. She can't take it anymore, and rips her hand from Rachel to pins the singers hands back above her head. Rachel lets out a startled noise that's fallowed all too closely by another one of her looks that always seemed to push Quinn right over the edge.

Rachel chews her lower lip innocently again before Quinn has her mouth against her hotly. It only takes one more moan from Rachel to send Quinn's hand under that one piece of fabric that had been separating her from Quinn's hand.

Feeling how wet Rachel is sends Quinn's mind into space; she is no longer capable of thinking coherently. Rachel quivers underneath Quinn when she feels her fingers. Quinn slips in one finger, and Rachel's legs tighten around her even more.

Quinn needs to hear her, she needs to hear more, and it is making her absolutely delirious. Rachel is gripping on to Quinn, digging and dragging her nails across her back and down her arms. After hearing Rachel's breathing come unhinged on more than one occasion, there really was no surprise at all that Quinn knew why she liked this power so much in the beginning.

Quinn gets ballsy, and decides that maybe, just maybe, they should push this even further. The blonde pulls away, leaning over the side of her bed to get the bag. It takes a minute of rummaging around, but once she gets a hold of it she quickly sets it out of Rachel's sight; but not her sense of touch. Rachel's lips twist up into a grin, she had been thinking about using it way before Quinn did.

Rachel surges forward and pins Quinn down again. Her hips are rolling uncontrollably, and she's grunting with every move. Quinn pushes up, Rachel rolls down harder.

"God, Quinn, I've wanted you all night." She grinds down and Quinn tries to find her voice. The animal inside of Rachel, is more than apparent. Quinn isn't going to give into losing this power struggle, and flips Rachel back onto the bed (who by in fact is already making quick work of her underwear).

Quinn slides her hands down, grips Rachel's ass, and the groan that rips out of Rachel nearly makes Quinn lose it already. She squeezes and jerks Rachel harder against her, and the feeling of Quinn's hands on Rachel must really be what she needs, because Rachel is crazy.

She lets out a frustrated moan; she isn't taking too kindly to all this teasing, and Quinn could feel how bad she wanted this; it was written over her body. Quinn chews her lower lip in debate. It would be in her DNA to drag this out, to let Rachel be tortured by this harrowing want.

A gasp comes from Rachel when Quinn comes too, knowing that teasing Rachel would only make things worse for her later; Rachel is known for things like that. Quinn starts using it, careful and slow. Rachel's body tightens and her arms wrap around Quinn's neck entangling those hands of hers in the blonde's hair once again. With every sound Rachel starts to make, Quinn's movements start to become quicker. Quinn moans against Rachel's mouth when she feels her body tense.

"God," Rachel begs and gasps, "don't you dare stop," the command is soft even though Quinn's leaving a trail of hickies and bite marks over Rachel's neck and shoulders.

Rachel begins meeting Quinn, thrust for thrust, and the way their bodies moved together can only be described as sensational. As Quinn's hand works, Rachel only makes it fair that she is now straddling on one of her legs. Now they're rocking together. Quinn's hands are traveling, and Rachel is rubbing herself against her making the sexiest sounds Quinn has ever heard.

"Fuck!" Rachel hisses under her breath meeting each thrust harder.

Quinn's body is reaching new heights every second that passes with Rachel gripping at her, telling her faster or harder, squeezing her, and letting those beautiful moans let loose right into her ear. Quinn's surprise isn't born from the words themselves, but from the fact she is the reason for Rachel cursing out in pleasure in the first place.

Rachel's breaths become shorter and shorter, her eyes shut, brows drawn together. She lets out that final, loud, lustful combination of 'oh god' and Quinn's name and sends both of them over the edge. A soft whine from Quinn rolls along with Rachel's words before she clenches her jaw; Rachel's legs squeezed around Quinn's hand as she comes down from her high.

Quinn collapses next to her, their hearts pounding, their knees shaking.

"Oh my god." Rachel pants.

Quinn lets out a breath, it's all she has left.

"Jesus Quinn," she breathes out. The tug of a grin pulls at the blonde's lips. She lifts Quinn's face to kiss her, but she licks at her lips instead.

"Now," she says wickedly getting back on top of Quinn, "It's my turn." She pins Quinn's hands above her head. It's not until she feels Rachel tying her wrists with something to the head of the bed, that gets Quinn's mind to spiral.

"You're mine Quinn Fabray." Dark motives are behind those words.

:: Thank you all for being so patient with me and with this story. Sorry for another cliffy, but it's what I'm best at. I love all the support I've been getting, and now that things aren't so hectic I'll be able to get back to writing hopefully. Thank you all again, so, so much. ::