Chapter Eight: We Might Fall Hard, We Might Fall Fast

"I'm in love with you, Quinn."

_ Rachel couldn't handle it anymore. She grabbed Quinn's face in her hands and crashed their lips together. Clearly caught off-guard by Rachel's sudden assertiveness, it was all Quinn could do to follow and keep up with the tiny diva as Rachel kissed her hungrily.

This kiss immediately deepened and Rachel couldn't decide which part of Quinn she wanted her hands on more; in Quinn's golden hair, the girl's freckled cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, the gentle indent of her waist. She grabbed the belt loops of Quinn's jeans and yanked the blonde right up against her so she could feel more of Quinn all at once.

She kissed her way down the blonde's chin to her jaw then to Quinn's neck; nipping, biting, licking, sucking, and teasing as much of Quinn's smooth and sensitive skin as she possibly could. Quinn's hands had found the back of Rachel's head and she held the brunette to her, encouraging her to not stop now. Rachel knew she should be gentle, that her first time with Quinn was something she had unconsciously been waiting for for a long time and she should make it special, but she also wanted to mark Quinn in as many places as possible, to make sure that everyone knew that this girl was hers.

Her hands found the hem of Quinn's shirt and Rachel took her lips away from the blonde long enough to look into Quinn's eyes as her hands hesitantly began sliding under the fabric, and Rachel checked for any sign that she was moving too fast or going too far with Quinn. In Rachel's current state of mind, if she had had Quinn completely naked then she still wouldn't be moving fast enough, but still she would never in a million years take from Quinn what Quinn wouldn't wholeheartedly give to Rachel of her volition.

Quinn's hands wrapped around Rachel's wrists, and Rachel was entirely ready for Quinn to move her hands to a safer location, but Quinn did the opposite. The blonde took Rachel's wrists and guided them under her own shirt, pushing Rachel's fingertips to trail over Quinn's toned stomach. The brunette moaned at the sensation of rock solid abdominal muscles under velvety soft skin. Rachel's hands tightened around the bare skin of Quinn's waist as she kissed the blonde passionately and not-so-unconsciously began steering them toward her bedroom door.

She looped an arm around Quinn's waist, her lips never relinquishing contact with those of Quinn even as she lightly pressed the blonde to her door while fumbling for the doorknob. Every single tiny molecule in her body was screaming with delicious fire and her veins crackling with an electric feeling that Rachel had never experienced before. Was this what being turned on felt like?

"Mmm, oh God," she hummed, breaking away from Quinn's lips. "O-aah-oh," Rachel exhaled as Quinn's lips brushed a particularly sensitive spot near Rachel's ear. "Should . . . should we s-stop down? I d-don't want to . . . p-ooh-ssh. . . you into an-anything."

Quinn took a half-step away from Rachel and glared at her frighteningly. "Don't you dare," she threatened. She stepped back in and leaned close to Rachel's ear, "Do you know what I really want, Rachel?" Rachel shook her head tremulously and Quinn seemed to be regaining her footing. "I want you. Here. Now." The blonde rested her forehead against the side of Rachel's head. "This is perfect."

Rachel grinned wickedly. "Good," she said, "because I don't think I could stop now if I wanted to."

She slammed her bedroom door closed after them and pressed Quinn up against it with her entire body weight. Her hands founds their previous place under Quinn's shirt and their lips locked onto each other's again. Rachel's hands slid up Quinn's sides, pushing the shirt up inch by inch with her hands, brushing the sides of Quinn's bra-clad breasts and causing the blonde to shiver.

"If I were to take this shirt off right now . . ."

"Do it," Quinn whispered against her lips, causing Rachel to shiver in turn. "But yours comes off too."

Rachel broke away and grinned. She gave Quinn a gentle shove, causing the blonde to fall onto her bed. Then, gripping her shirt by the bottom, Rachel bold stripped it off over her head and threw it off to the side. She went one step further and flicked open the front clasp on her bra, rolling her shoulders back so that that article of clothing fell to the floor as well. Rachel stood back, completely topless and bare, and waited for Quinn to make the next move, but the blonde seemed paralyzed in astonishment.

After a moment, Rachel frowned and squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn't expecting Quinn to suddenly become unresponsive and she had a feeling she knew why. Quinn's first girl had been Santana, for crying out loud! Santana, who Coach Sylvester had mockingly dubbed 'Boobs McGee' for an entire semester of junior (or was it sophomore?) year. How had Rachel been so stupidly confident? It made her hurt, but she swallowed back the pain and stooped to pick up her shirt.

A hand on her wrist stopped her. "What are you doing?" Quinn asked suddenly.

Rachel stared at her with a mixture of hurt, bemusement, and resignation. "It's okay, Quinn. I shouldn't have . . . It wasn't . . . I mean, I get that I'm not . . ." – she gestured meekly to her body – "you know."

"No!" Quinn shrieked, her pitchy voice shooting straight through three octaves. She took a breath and continued, "I mean, no. Rachel . . . that wasn't why I was staring. . . I'm sorry, it's just . . . you're so beautiful and I . . ." – Quinn cleared her throat awkwardly – "I, um, I had a dream that was . . . kind of like . . . this. But," – she looked at Rachel – "my imagination didn't quite prepare me for the real thing." Quinn gently lowered Rachel's hands and took the shirt from her, tossing it across the room and hiding her burning face in Rachel's neck. "I didn't mean to stare." The blonde stepped back and, despite her last words, looked back at Rachel's chest. "This is going to sound so weird, but . . . your boobs are just . . . really pretty." Quinn's face flushed fire engine red.

Rachel blushed a little too, but for an entirely different reason. "Really?" she asked shyly.

Quinn swallowed and nodded. "Really," she answered reverently. "And I can see the gears turning in your head right now, Rach. I know you're comparing yourself to Santana, but you shouldn't, because there's no competition. You win every time."

Bashfulness all but gone, Rachel smirked. "I win, huh?" she repeated suggestively. She took a step closer to put herself right up against Quinn. "Does that make you my prize?"

Quinn smiled, glad that her honesty had been Rachel happy again. "If you want me to be," she returned. Quinn ran her hands through Rachel's hair, down her neck and across her collarbones, lifting her eyes for permission to reach any farther. Rachel nodded.

A load moan reverberated throughout the room, echoing from both girls' mouths at the first touch of Quinn's hands to the firm yet supple flesh of Rachel's breast. Quinn found that not only did Rachel's boobs look pretty but they felt amazing. She felt the weight of them in her hands, massaged her fingers into the tissue and flicked her thumbs over Rachel's nipples until peaked. She bent on her knees and kissed her way up Rachel's smooth stomach as she massaged both of Rachel's breasts with her hands, until her mouth reached those mounds of supple flesh and latched onto one deep pink and hardened nipple. Rachel hadn't known she could react so strongly simply to someone touching her breast. It usually took much more to get her this worked up, but the way that Quinn cupped and massaged and finally tasted her breast was completely erotic to Rachel. Her hands tangled into Quinn's hair, urging the blonde to suck harder on her nipple.

"Oh, God, Quinn," she groaned.

Her hands moved down until she reached the collar of Quinn's shirt and she ripped it open. She pulled gently up on Quinn's head, bringing the blonde's mouth back to hers, while Quinn's hand resumed massaging Rachel breast without missing a beat. Rachel shoved Quinn onto the bed again, this time with much more insistence, and climbed on top of her. She kissed her way down Quinn's neck, biting the girl's collarbone and soothing it with her tongue, before placing hot, open-mouthed kisses around the edge of Quinn's pink lace bra. Quinn sat up halfway, with Rachel still straddling her lap, to shrug off her shirt and pop the clasp on her own bra.

Rachel pulled back and grinned down at her. "Quinn Fabray, I'm going to make you insanely happy," she promised, nuzzling into Quinn's neck for a moment as she grabbed the front of Quinn's bra in one hand and flung it across the room.

She dipped her head to briefly lick a circle around each of Quinn's nipples and then pulled back and blew gently on the wet, sensitive skin, causing Quinn to jolt and shiver and her nipples to harden immediately. She sucked hard on Quinn's left nipple, massaging the blonde's other breast with her hand, her brunette hair tickling Quinn's chest and abdomen. Quinn gasped sharply as Rachel switched and repeated this process on the other breast. The diva's nimble fingers went on caressing Quinn's boobs in teasing motions as Rachel's mouth trailed a wet line down Quinn's toned stomach muscles, finally reaching the girl's form-fitted black jeans and popping the button open on them. Rachel kissed the spot where the button had left an imprint on Quinn's belly, then undid the zipper and licked the newly exposed skin.

"Ra-ACHEL!" Quinn squeaked.

Rachel stopped and looked up at the woman she loved. "Too far?"

"No!" Quinn told her forcefully. "No. Not even close. All . . . I want all." Her words came out in between clipped pants.

"Good," Rachel said, standing up and bringing Quinn with her so she could rip the blonde jeans off before pushing Quinn back onto the bed.

Rachel looked at Quinn, willing and waiting but she still felt the need to be reassured.

"You're sure that you want this?" Rachel asked again.

Quinn sat up and took Rachel's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. "Rachel, God, I wish that other people had been as concerned about me and what I wanted before they had sex with me as you're being," Quinn told her softly, not being able to resist stealing another kiss. "But you? Rach, you're the one person who doesn't need to be worried about me not wanting this. I love you. I want you."

"I just don't want you to have any regrets with me about this," Rachel said, giving Quinn a passionate kiss in return. "I don't want to make you feel pressured or obligated, I want you to enjoy this. I want you to love being with me."

Quinn smiled and smoothed her hand over the back of Rachel's head, and her eyes began watering slightly. "You're so perfect," she cried. She just couldn't stop kissing Rachel, so she did it again. "Rachel, I want to make love with you. I'm sure. I really, really want you. Please."

Rachel smiled and nodded in relief, kissing Quinn senseless before stepping back. She pulled back the covers on the bed, and then wriggled out of her skirt. She placed her hands on either of Quinn's knees and slowly slid them higher and higher, her thumbs dipping to skim the line of Quinn's panties and slipping under the fabric, but not yet touching Quinn in her most sensitive area where she wanted Rachel the most.

"Rachel, please," Quinn asked seriously.

Rachel slowly slid Quinn panties down her legs then she got under the covers with Quinn following her. Rachel laid next to Quinn and grabbed the girl by the waist, bringing their bodes flush another one another's and kissing her passionately. Her hand slid purposefully down Quinn's body and finally down between Quinn's legs, feeling the blonde's soaking wetness for the first time.

"Mmm," Rachel hummed. "All that just because of me?" she teased.

Her fingers played with the lips of Quinn's opening. Unexpectedly, Rachel's thumb pressed firmly against Quinn's clitoris, causing the blonde to inhale sharply and moan. She kissed Rachel to muffle the sound slightly, but the tantalizingly slow circles that Rachel was rubbing against her was driving her crazy.

Quinn ran her hands down Rachel's torso as they kissed and Quinn panted into the brunette's mouth. She grabbed onto Rachel's small and firm ass. She moved her hands to grip the brunette's hips and Quinn brought her own thigh between Rachel's legs, giving Rachel the friction that the brunette hadn't realized until then that she needed.

"Oh my God, Quinn!" she nearly screamed. Rachel rolled her hips, grinding on Quinn's thigh.

Quinn hooked a finger through one side of Rachel's underwear and dragged them down Rachel's body, moving them out of the way so she could reach down and grab Rachel's sensitive area.

"Ah!" Rachel gasped, grinding on Quinn's hand as she shoved a finger into Quinn.

She kept her thumb rubbing circles on Quinn's clit and she eased a second finger into Quinn's entrance and began pumping into her. Each thrust Rachel pushed into Quinn matched the rhythm of her grinding on Quinn's hand and the feeling of Rachel's fingers inside of her and her hand being sensually grinded upon, lathering her fingers in Rachel's juices, was making the coil in her stomach tighten more and more until she felt like her head was going to explode.

"Rachel, I'm so close!"

"I know, baby. Me too."

"I need– Harder!"

Rachel's grinding eased but she was still thrusting into Quinn and stimulating the little blonde's little bundle of nerves, though with even more vigor now. Wait. Why was Rachel stopping? Quinn moved her hand and abruptly entered Rachel with three fingers, causing the girl to cry out in both pain and pleasure as Quinn matched the brunette's thrusts, bring Rachel to the cusp with her.

"I'm going to. . ."

"Quinn!"

Rachel went a second before Quinn, her vision blackening as bright stars appeared and Quinn followed quickly after, holding onto Rachel tightly as they both screamed, riding out their orgasms together. After they had each come down from their high, Rachel rolled to Quinn's side and wrapped her arms around the blonde, basking in her post-orgasm euphoria. She had never felt anything like it before.

"Oh."

"My."

"God," they finished in unison, turning their heads to look at each other with bright smiles on their faces.

"That was . . ." Rachel trailed off, speechless for once in her life.

"Incredible," Quinn finished for her.

Rachel met Quinn's gaze and leaned forward to kiss the blonde softly. "Was I . . . ?"

Quinn kissed Rachel back, harder and more insistent. "Perfect." She placed a kiss into Rachel's hair and smoothed her hand over the brown locks as Rachel's head came to rest on her shoulder. "And to think . . . I wasted all those years on guys . . . and Santana . . . when, all these years, it could have always been this good. It's always been you, Rach. You're the only person who's ever . . ."

"And I'll keep being the only person to ever . . . for the rest of our lives. I-if you'll let me," Rachel told her shyly.

Quinn turned to look into Rachel's eyes, and tucked some hair behind one of the brunette's adorable, dainty ears. "This . . .with you . . . every night, for forever?" Quinn reiterated. She smiled, "What about when you're cast in a major production and have to tour?"

Rachel smiled, propping herself up so she could play this game with Quinn. "You'd come with me," she answered. "We'd make love every night after every show."

"You would want to go to the after parties."

"After parties are for the fans," Rachel scoffed. She grinned devilishly and slid her arms around Quinn, pulling her closer. "Besides, we'd be having our own after party."

Laughing out loud, Quinn gave another, "Wouldn't you be awfully tired after wowing thousands of people on stage, Miss Berry?"

"Too tired for sex with my incredibly hot . . . girlfriend?" Rachel questioned, beaming in return when Quinn smiled and nodded her approval at the title being offered. "I don't think so."

"What if I have a job?" Quinn challenged.

"Well, then there's always phone-sex."

It was the way Rachel said it, as if she were commenting on the weather, that made Quinn burst out laughing in delighted shock. It wasn't that it was necessarily inappropriate, not in light of what they had just done together, but it was just so unexpected coming from Rachel Berry. She leaned in and captured Rachel's round lips in a sweet kiss, inwardly swooning at the future-Broadway starlet.

"What about the kids?" Quinn questioned, knowing that she could be crossing a line but feeling comfortable enough with Rachel to cross it. After all, she and Rachel were best friends and they had talked about kids they might have in the future. Just, you know, not the ones they might have together.

Rachel, however, smiled happily at the thought. "There are kids?" Quinn nodded shyly and Rachel went on, "Good, because if Shelby's nature is anything like her nurture, then Beth is going to crave younger siblings to boss around." She glanced over to look at Quinn and found the blonde near tears. She sat up, pulling her sheet around her chest. "Oh, oh. God, Quinn, I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean . . ."

Quinn smiled. "It's okay, Rachel," she whimpered out, a sound that was half-laughter and half-crying. "It's just . . . you . . . you thought of Beth and everything. No one's ever thought of Beth but me."

Rachel relaxed back into the mattress next to Quinn. "Well, yeah," she replied, as if it should have been obvious. She took Quinn's hands and held them to her chest, "Quinn, Beth is a part of you, and of us. And, you know, as much of a field day as other people are going to have with Rachel Berry being in love with her biological mother's adopted daughter's biological mother, I want Beth to be a part of your life. And of my life. And of Fanny and Lucy and–"

"Rachel, I love you more than anything, but honey, we are not naming our daughter Fanny," Quinn cut in humorously.

The diva scowled and, had she been standing, Quinn imagined she would have had her hands on her hips. "And just why not?"

"Because A- we both know how kids on the playground can be and naming a girl 'Fanny' is just asking for her to get bullied, and B- my sister's name is Frannie and that would make family events very confusing," Quinn pointed out. As Rachel was about to argue, Quinn held up a hand and pressed on, "However, if we had a son, we could name him Bryce."

Rachel rolled her eyes grudgingly. "I guess I could acquiesce to that," she relented. "Although, we could also name a daughter Bryce, if we had another daughter."

"Why not name the first one Bryce?" Quinn asked.

"Because the first daughter's name is Lucy."

"Why is it Lucy?"

"Because your name is Lucy, but you don't go by Lucy and no one that I know of calls you by Lucy," Rachel said evasively.

"So?"

"So, Lucy Berry is a pretty name."

"What makes you think she's going to be a Berry?" Quinn challenged.

"Do you want her to be a Fabray?" Rachel countered smoothly.

". . . "

". . ."

"Fine. You've made your point."

"We could hyphenate. Berry-Fabray."

"Fabray-Berry."

"It sounds better as Berry-Fabray. . ."

So sorry it took forever to update. I know it's been weeks but I have a lot of trouble with sex scenes and yes, I am aware that I could just lead into it and then jump forward to the after part, but I felt like this was somehow necessary. Anyway, so yeah, Faberry-sex and pillow!talk. If it seems like they're kind of moving fast with the straight-into-bed-together and then the talking about a future when they haven't even gone out on a first official date, they kind of are, but they're both okay with it. These aren't new feelings for either of them, and they're best friends so they're comfortable moving forward together.

Anyway, thanks,

from H.J.