Say the word and you might get your way. Quinn Fabray. Junior at Yale and hopefully the next big playwright.
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Quinn arched up into the touch, wordlessly asking for more. There was a whimper of complaint when Tina's lips left her breast but her stomach trembled in anticipation, the lower Tina's lips got. The other girl's dark hair brushed over her skin and Quinn's finger moved to tangle in the dark mess.
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Quinn could feel the light touches that ended with Tina's fingers against her and she let out a soft cry. Her legs parted just a little further and she tilted her head to the side. Her fingertips dug into Tina's shoulders and her hips canted of their own accord. At that moment she recalled her conversation with Tina about being moaning in bed and she stubbornly sank her teeth into the soft skin at Tina's collarbone to keep herself quiet.
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Quinn was nervous beyond belief but there was a part of her that couldn't deny that she wanted this to happen. She lifted her hips slightly to help Tina get her jeans off and she shook a bit with anxiety. It wasn't that Tina wasn't gentle or wasn't listening to her feelings it was that Quinn had too many of them to express in that moment and they all were vibrating under her skin. The only outlet she could find was to sit up after her pants had joined the rest of the discarded clothes and tangle her hand in Tina's hair to bring her mouth back down to hers.
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There were small jolts of pleasure that coursed straight from Tina's finger tips to Quinn's core. Her hips bucked up shyly of their own accord and the delicious contact made her mewl against Tina's lips. Her muscles jumped and she let her eyes slip shut as she felt the zipper of her jeans parting. She was trembling and her heart beat so hard that she was sure TIna could feel it.
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Quinn let herself be guided back to Tina's lips. She pillowed Tina's lips between her's, sucking lightly at her bottom lip. An undignified squeak was swallowed when she suddenly found herself on her back and looking up at Tina. The girl's dark hair created a curtain around them and Quinn had no choice but to meet Tina's eyes. Her heart was pounding and she was very much aware of Tina's legs on either side of her body.
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Quinn felt her skin prickle as Tina became vocal. Her sounds encouraged her and she brought her other hand up to mirror the first. Quinn brushed her thumbs over Tina's nipples, her tongue poking out to wet her lips. She didn't even know when her lips had gone dry. Restless for something to do, Quinn leaned forward and pressed an open mouth kiss to the place where Tina's neck met her shoulder.
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Quinn's eyes moved, unblinking, from Tina's chest to her face. She watched in almost clinical fascination at the correlation of her hand and Tina's expression. She squeezed lightly, mimicking her actions that they had rehearsed before, paying more attention to how the girl reacted. For a moment she forgot her own nakedness, in awe of the girl in front of her.
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Quinn's eyes were drawn downward and she couldn't help but stare. She'd never really seen another girl's chest before outside of media and art. There was an irrational relief that Tina's chest wasn't much bigger than her's and she brushed her thumb against the swell of it. The skin was soft and Quinn very slowly made her way gradually inward, building up the courage to finally place her palm against the cool skin.
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Quinn slipped her hand under Tina to rest against the clasp of her bra. She was suddenly hesitant. This would be different. Up until now it was mostly Tina doing things to her and kissing could be explained away easily but this was taking a more proactive approach to what ever it was they were doing and Quinn was simply scared. She came to a full stop and looked to Tina for some sort of instruction or guidance.
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Tiny whimpers escaped Quinn as Tina's hands found her chest. She wasn't given enough time between Tina's lips and fingertips to be self conscious. She paused when her bra fell away from her body and she let the straps slide down her arms. It was uneven now. Tina was way more clothed than Quinn and she set to work unbuttoning Tina's blouse, pausing just short of taking off her bra.
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Quinn followed. She knew she had a choice but at this point it didn't really feel like one just yet. To not follow Tina's pull seemed like madness. It seemed familiar and a short cry was pulled from her lips as Tina rocked her leg against her. It was teasing and made her almost instantly aroused. She wasn't aware of how high Tina had gotten her shirt until she bumped her arms and Quinn sat up slightly to allow Tina to remove it. Her bra was a plain nude coloring and she blushed. She might have worn something a little more appealing if she knew they would have been doing this.
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It really didn't feel all that different from rehearsal. If Quinn thought about it she was simply studying up on her role and even though the way Tina bit down on her bottom lip made her whimper, it still didn't have to mean anything more than rehearsing. She moved with Tina and scooted backward toward the middle of the bed. She wasn't entirely sure what to do, they hadn't gone that deep into the scene and so she was stuck. Quinn tangled her fingers in Tina's hair, undoing the clip that was there and tossing it to the side.
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Quinn's eyes slipped shut as Tina's lips distracted her from the millions of voices talking over one another in her head. They got dimmer and dimmer as Tina got closer and she let her head fall to the side to give the girl more access. She turned her head and caught Tina's lips. Kissing her was becoming something familiar and she was confident now that she at least knew what she was doing when it came to making out.
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Quinn licked her lips. Her mouth felt dry and her tongue felt heavy so she simply nodded her head. She stood and made the short walk to Tina's bed behind the small divide. She sat on the edge and curled her fingers over the edge. Quinn's palms were sweaty and her knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the mattress.
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Quinn tracked Tina's movement very carefully and she froze with her coffee cup partway up to her lips. She felt a wave of warmth blanket her body at Tina's touch and finally she was able to communicate between her brain and her hand. She placed the coffee cup down and looked at Tina from beneath her lashes. "What scene would you like to rehearse?" Quinn swallowed, already feeling her throat go dry.
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"How very method of you," Quinn replied back. "The claws were never in to begin with but you should really be able to back up your game." Quinn swallowed thickly and disguised it as taking a sip of her coffee. Tina even attempting to rock her world was already doing things to Quinn that she shouldn't be thinking about. "Myself and Andrea say that has yet to be seen."
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"You can't just make your character into a sex god," Quinn argued. "Unless that is written in the script that is highly debatable." She drank from her cup. "Besides, Samantha was going wild in the bedroom scene," Quinn smirked and mentally pat herself on the back. "If she takes after you then maybe she should find a better teacher."
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