Where love leads us-Faberry

Chapter 3

"We had a budget planned, Rachel." Quinn said from her spot seated Indian style in the middle of their bed. Her elbows were braced on her knees with her chin resting comfortably on one hand as she squinted her eyes behind her glasses and studied the new house Rachel had wanted to buy. "It's out of our price range."

"Not by much." The diva explained as she appeared from the bathroom wrapped in her towel and wringing her wet hair dry with another. "It's a little bit more than what we want to spend but it has the park that we hadn't thought about when we set our limit."

"And a park is worth another fifty-thousand to you?"

"Yes." Quinn raised her eyes to study her wife's face over the rim of her glasses. Rachel was serious. "This could be the house we live in when our grandchildren come to visit. That park has a multi-generational purpose."

The blonde paused for a second before suddenly changing positions and leaning her weight back slightly, pressing her palms to the mattress behind her. "I'm not sure how to respond to that. On one hand I am left wanting to smile because I had never once thought of us as grandparents seeing as the boys are only four. But on the other hand, I'm not ready to hear it because I'm only thirty-three for crying out loud."

Rachel stopped drying her hair and scrunched her face up as she looked at the other woman seriously. "Are you really that old?" Quinn's jaw dropped and she scoffed while Rachel burst into a smile and a giggle before abandoning her hair drying and leaning into the bed to give a kiss of apology.

Quinn wasn't having it and leaned away. "No. I don't want your kisses. Not after that."

"Quinn Fabray!"

"You called me old! And I'm only a few months older than you."

"I know that." The diva confessed, still smiling and still leaning into the bed on her hands, waiting for her kiss. "But that just means you will always be older than me." The blonde turned back with an arched eyebrow in shock that her wife had called her old yet again and Rachel planted a kiss on her lips.

"No." She playfully refused, pulling away again, but Rachel followed, giggling as she tried to pull Quinn back to her. "I don't want your kisses. I may suck away your youth and leave you old and wrinkly just like me."

"Shut up and kiss me already." Rachel demanded through her laughter as she straddled the blonde's waist and fought with her to remove her hands that were plastered over her face. "Fine!" The brunette called out in defeat, releasing her hands. Quinn peeked through her fingers to read the expression on the diva's face. She was still playing. "I know how to get your kisses."

"Yeah? And how is that?" Rachel arched an eye brow and undid the towel wrapped around her chest and threw it across the room, leaving her naked for Quinn's enjoyment. The blonde's hands instantly fell from her face as she took in the sight of still slightly damp tan skin in front of her. "That works."

Rachel smirked in victory as Quinn ran her hands up her thighs while the brunette placed hers on each side of the photographer's head, inching closer and closer. The stare between them set the room on fire. Quinn's hands came to a rest on the smaller woman's hips when their lips first touched, sending electricity throughout her body. She never felt as much as she did with Rachel. Every sensation was new or more intense. Each caress of her lips pulled the breath from her lungs and made her heart try to beat out of her chest and into her wife's.

She also never felt as willing to completely give in to someone as she did Rachel, allowing her to remove the blonde's hands from her hips and pin them to the mattress by her head as she moved her slow kisses over Quinn's jaw line, teasing each inch. The submissive woman's eyes were lightly closed as she took in the feeling of each soft connection of her lover's perfect lips gently trailing down, down to her neck which she turned willingly, granting the diva more access.