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Any Other Way | Faberry

Quinn:'s head lulled back at the feeling of Rachel's fingers working her sex, moaning lowly in the process. Her eyes slammed shut as soon as she felt her mouth on her as well, letting out a growl of frustration. "Stop," she said suddenly, grabbing Rachel's wrist and pulling her away. Without missing a beat, she pulled the girl into her bedroom, discarding her shirt as she did so. Quinn laid back on her bed, inching her body further up so that there was room for her to fully lay down. "C'mere," she whimpered, spreading her legs for the girl to see her in all of her glory. She smirked, raising one of her hands to beckon Rachel over with her index finger.

Rachel: pulls away quickly, eyes widened and scared. Had she done something wrong? Had she upset her? She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding on when Quinn takes charge again and instead of throwing her out she brings her into the bedroom. Rachel's eyes rake over Quinn's body as she takes her shirt off and opens her legs and with the summon of Quinn's finger Rachel gets onto the bed and leans over her, kissing her soundly. She doesn't stay at face level with her for long though, kissing along her neck, along her chest- kissing and nibbling at each peak until they hardened against her lips, before she trailed down Quinn's belly. She whimpers at the prospect of what was to come next. "I do want to taste." She purrs, looking for a sign of confirmation as she dips between her thighs nipping at the insides of them as her hand moves to tease.

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Quinn: It is.

Quinn: I know I am, Berry.

Rachel: What do you do?

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Quinn: Impressive.

Quinn: Those aren't as fun, but I'm glad you have all of these hobbies.

Rachel: Is it though?

Rachel: You are entitled to your opinion.

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Quinn: looked down, watching the way that Rachel was taking off her jeans and biting down on her lower lip. She had to admit, it was a great sight for her to be watching. "Keep going," she egged her on, knowing this was something unspoken about whenever it came to their relationship. Quinn never let Rachel touch her. She was craving it now though. "Oh my god," she whimpered as soon as she felt Rachel's fingers on her covered core, licking her lips. "You wanna taste, don't you?" She asked, her tone instantly switching to one that she recognized more, feeling the want for control passing through the drug induced haze that was taking over her body. Moving her fingers through Rachel's dark hair, she encouraged her to continue, knowing that there was no going back as soon as she let Rachel get this close.

Rachel: just met hazel eyes and with a nervous smirk she nods. Of course she did, how could she not want to taste, touch, feel this woman before her. She'd do anything for it and her level of understanding that wasn't very high, but it was the truth all the same. Rachel slowly moves her fingers beneath the fabric and runs one up her slit, not able to help the moan that leaves her at the feel of Quinn's heat and wetness against her finger. "You feel so good." She whispers as she quietly moves a finger inside her and after a moment of adjustment she adds a second, her other hand moving the fabric away from her even first so that she could lean in and get a taste, unable to stop the whimpering, totally high on the beautiful taste of the girl before her.

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Quinn: It doesn't.

Quinn: I just like knowing what people's recreational activities are.

Rachel: Well, if you’d like a list there is: kps, xanax, Vicodin, and wine.

Rachel: I’m also fond of yoga, running, poetry, and volunteering.

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Any Other Way | Faberry

Quinn: sighed happily whenever Rachel pulled away from the kiss, reveling in the sense of being able to take a breath for a moment. She giggled softly before she was burying her face in the girl's neck, placing kisses against her skin. "It feels good to right now," she whimpered against her skin, biting down on Rachel's skin as her hands worked to get her jacket off of her body. She needed them both to have a lot less clothing on, and to keep these drugs moving throughout her system. "Come here," she whispered before she was moving their lips back together once more, sighing in bliss at the feeling of their lips moving together. Everything was easier like this. Whenever Quinn was high, she never second guessed anything. She wasn't thinking about what this meant for the two of them. All she wanted was her. Pulling away, Quinn removed her loose sweatshirt, locking eyes with Rachel. She grabbed her hands before resting them on her own hips, sighing at the feeling.

Rachel: didn't need anymore words on the subject of them kissing because the answer Quinn gave, though vague, was enough for her and so were the kisses against her neck. She doesn't need to be told twice and she fills the gap between them kissing her deeply again. When her hands are placed on Quinn's hips it's like a switch is turned on. Her hands easily move to unbutton the jeans and undo the zipper, her eyes only on Quinn, watching her face and her reactions. She didn't want to overstep but oh god did she want to touch her, feel her, taste her. She didn't need to be in control but she wanted those things, wanted Quinn to cum around her fingers, her tongue, and cry out for her. Rachel slowly moves the jeans off Quinn's hips and she gets on her knees to kiss down her stomach, along her hips, as the pants fall around her ankles and Rachel places a hand beneath the fabric of her panties, whimpering at the feel of her heat beneath her fingers.

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Quinn: That's what I thought.

Rachel: Why does it matter?

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Quinn: That was a weird way of saying things.

Quinn: Where do you actually get them?

Rachel: I get them from the doctor...and when I run out before I get my refill, I buy them from a friend of a friend.

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Quinn: exhaled shakily, feeling like her entire world was quickly being pulled from the dark cave that she had catapulted herself into earlier. There was something different about their interaction right now. It was something that was making Quinn feel dizzy in all the right ways. Her legs gave out slightly at the feeling of Rachel's hands in her hair and she whimpered against her lips. "Okay," she whispered before she was peeling herself away from her body, grabbing her hand and nearly falling out of the elevator. Her mind was the perfect sense of cloudy right now, and it was making her feel like she was literally in the sky. She fumbled with the key to her apartment before she finally got inside, pulling Rachel inside and resting her hands aggressively against her cheeks as she brought her lips to hers once more. "I've wanted to do this since we sat down at the coffee shop," she breathed against her lips.

Rachel: doesn’t like how she feels without Quinn’s body against her, but she knows just how absurd of a thought that is. She also knows she won’t be in a state of waiting for long because Quinn is leading them to her apartment and then her hands are touching, her face, which leads her in feeling a sense of calm and a safety. She can’t explain it but kisses Quinn back with all she has. A hand instinctively running through her blonde tresses, bottom lip between her teeth, all raw and almost violent. Rachel feels her chest ready to explode and she pulls away, panting. “You never kissed me before.” Rachel States, mostly confused by what it had meant, had been confused since Quinn kissed her in the closet and her work place. “I like it. Your lips are soft.”

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Quinn: You mean, the pharmacy?

Rachel: Yes.

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Quinn: I’m sorry I took so many.

Ravhel: I know how to get more so it’s okay.

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Quinn: Why do you have those?

Rachel: To bring me down during panic attacks.

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Quinn: knew that she needed to stop speaking about her fascination and usage of drugs, but she didn't have much control over her words right now. Or at least that's what she would explain to Rachel tomorrow. Rolling her eyes, Quinn waited for the elevator before stepping inside and pressing the second to top floor. The elevator ride was far too long on most days for her, but she knew this would be different. "Stop talking, Berry," she growled before she was pressing her body against the brunette's, sighing in happiness as soon as she felt their bodies touching again. She grabbed Rachel's hands before resting them on Quinn's own hips and sighing. "You always talk so much. Is it a nervous thing?" She questioned, barely giving Rachel time to answer before she was pressing her lips against hers. She knew this was the drugs working, but part of her wondered if she just missed the girl.

Rachel:doesn’t think this feels abnormal at all. In fact it almost feels like a flash to the past. Being told to be quiet, the roughness in Quinn’s voice. This time is different though, Quinn questioning her like she actually cared. Rachel doesn’t answer because it couldn’t be possible that she’s been nervous her whole life (it was more possible than she knew.) Rachel kisses her back deeply, hand moving to stroke her cheek, before running through her hair. She only pulls away when the elevator beeps to let them know they were on their floor. “Hurry.” Rachel says quietly. “Want to keep.kissing you.”

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Quinn: I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't usually take drugs like that, but I think I just needed it.

Quinn: Thanks.

Rachel: No need to be sorry.

Rachel: Hope you’re feeling better.

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Quinn: nodded her head before she was walking down the sidewalk with the girl. Sometimes, she felt like she owned this city. Other times, she felt like she was getting swallowed up in all the hustle and bustle. "It's not that impressive. A lot of black and white. Minimalist, you know?" She explained before she looked down at Rachel grabbing her hand, a smirk forming as she easily laced their fingers together. If she weren't high, it wouldn't have happened. But since she was under the influence right now, she didn't give a shit about much. "I feel a little bit better, yeah. I feel... perfectly numb." The smirk was back on her lips, knowing that everything was working perfectly. "Thank you," Quinn chimed as her building's door man opened the door for them as she led them over to the elevator.

Rachel: feels confused mostly because Quinn seems to have no problem admitting she liked drugs. At least it is how Rachel took it, in the way she kept saying the pills she had given her were making her feel. It confused her because she didn't feel like she could brag about it like that, even if she felt very similar about it. Maybe that is where problems lie, when you're ashamed of the actions. "You have a doorman, that's impressive, you'll definitely remain safe and that is good." She steps into the elevator and takes a breath once the door closes. "I bet the black and white looks great. It probably looks great because it is yours. I appreciate you letting me come inside." She has a feeling they won't be going over her interview, at least it won't be the only thing they do anyways.

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Quinn: rolled her eyes once more, deciding not to comment on anything Rachel was saying. At this point in time, a high was creeping up on her and the last thing that she wanted was to have negative feelings flow through the both of them. That was never anything enjoyable. "Good," she said with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, watching Rachel retrieve the cups for them. She had to admit - Rachel looked really damn good these days. The style choices had clearly changed for the better, and while she was still long winded with her sentences, she didn't make Quinn want to claw her eyes out anymore. "We can walk," Quinn said as she stood up, placing a couple fingers on the table top as she tried to steady herself. She was definitely high. "I only live a couple blocks from here in a studio apartment." She added on before she was grabbing her cup and smiled genuinely at Rachel as a thank you.

Rachel: follows Quinn's lead and she stands up, following the girl outside. "Well that's just convenient." The brunette comments, voice light and gentle as she clings to her bag with one hand as the other holds her cup. She's feeling the pill bottle, grasping it through the fabric of her purse. She wonders if she could get away with taking one- but that would mean admitting she's feeling anxious and she can never just take one anymore. "A studio apartment, huh? I can't wait to see what it looks like. The styling's of Quinn Fabray sound very intriguing." She grins, reaching for her hand again and squeezing it. "Do you feel better?"

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