Chapter Eleven- A Fabulous Disaster

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Chapter Eleven- A Fabulous Disaster

Forever crawls
Can't someone make it crawl faster?
You shattered my walls
A fabulous disaster

QFRB

Quinn woke up with fingers in her hair and warm, smooth, soft skin under her palms. She could feel Rachel's deep, even breaths ghosting over her neck, and the tickle of silky brown hair on her cheek and nose. Their legs were tangled and their upper bodies were pressed flush. They had shifted in their sleep somehow so that she was mostly underneath Rachel's soft, sleep warm body. Her hands were under Rachel's shirt, flat on her back, and anchoring the two of them together.

It was perfect.

She lay there in wonderful, Rachel scented, contentment for a while, letting her brain choose whether wakefulness or more sleep would be better. Just as she was tipping over back into dreamland a thought from the back of her mind swirled up between her ears and rattled and shook like a cartoon alarm clock.

There was no way it should feel so perfect.

Quinn's body tensed immediately, following half a second after her emotions. She was automatically preparing herself for the letdown. Nothing that felt this good ever lasted long, not for her. So what if there was evidence just down the hallway that pointed to continued happiness? It didn't matter. It wasn't real. It was all an allusion of what could be, not what would be. Feeling good, loving the moment, expectations. Those things were for fools.

Quinn wasn't a fool. She knew it was easier to never expect too much, that way you could never be disappointed.

An insistent wrap of knuckles on the door drew Quinn's eyes and thoughts away from Rachel, until Rachel groaned unhappily at the noise. "If you two lovebirds aren't too worn out from last night, it's time to go run."

Even though Older Quinn couldn't see them, or their compromising position, Quinn flushed and jerked her hands out from under Rachel's top. She tried to roll away from Rachel, but the smaller girl wasn't having it.

"No," she whined, moving her hold from Quinn hair to her waist and wrapping her arms tighter around the blonde so that she couldn't escape as easily. "Don't go." Rachel hummed and curled closer, which Quinn wouldn't have thought possible if it hadn't just happened. "You're warm."

"It's time to get up," Quinn whispered even as her heart swelled in her chest. She knew Rachel was probably still mostly asleep and groggy, and so she wasn't entirely in control of her actions, but it was still refreshing to hear someone ask her to stay with them. Hope threatened to choke out her wariness.

"No," Rachel whined pathetically. Quinn wouldn't have found that sort of behavior attractive at all usually, but she was warm and Rachel was cuddling up to her and breathing on her neck, and that endeared her to it just enough.

"You're going to miss working out," Quinn tried to point out. It was a weakly fought battle and Rachel could smell it like blood in the water.

She pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of Quinn's neck, sucking just a little and pulling a squeak out of the throat under her lips. "We could still work out."

The words themselves were innocent, but the hands that had previously just been minding their own business attached to the arms wrapped around Quinn's waist were suddenly under her sweater, tickling gently over the skin of her belly and sides. Quinn was ticklish, but Rachel wasn't exerting enough pressure to throw her into laughter. Only enough to make the muscles of her stomach twitch nervously.

"Uh," Quinn coughed. She hurriedly stilled Rachel's hands under her shirt and then pulled them out from under it completely. "I, um, I'm not..." She couldn't concentrate. Rachel's mouth was doing sinful things to her neck and jaw. She arched unwittingly under the assault and flushed in embarrassment when she moaned from the back of her throat. When Rachel answered with her own low sound, Quinn felt like her skin was so hot it might just melt and slide right off. "Rachel, please," Quinn tried again.

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