Where love leads us-Faberry

Chapter 7

Rachel stopped in her bedroom door and locked eyes with Quinn. The blonde was sitting up at the head of their bed, indian style, with her hands folded in her lap, a blank and distant look on her face. Her flight was tomorrow morning. "I would ask what you are thinking but I already know."

Quinn didn't raise her eyes from the spot on the mattress in front of her but slowly nodded her head, having said the same thing over and over and over for the last few weeks. She was tired of hearing herself say it. "I don't want to talk tonight."

"No?" The diva asked playfully as she took a few steps further into the room as her wife shook her head, keeping her eyes locked downward still. "Then what are you wanting to do tonight?"

This time hazel eyes lifted up to meet hers but not with the expected, devilish glint to them. This look was one Rachel hadn't seen for a while. "I just want to hold you."

A light smile formed on the brunette's lips as she walked to the edge of their bed and then crawled on, straddling her wife's legs and leaning into a deep hug. Quinn tightened her arms around the smaller woman, wanting to hold her close without hurting her but still feeling like it wasn't close enough. She sniffed back the emotions that were coming to her, hell bent on not crying tonight, and rested her cheek to Rachel's shoulder.

"I am going to be so mushy for the next three weeks."

The brunette sat up a little as Quinn leaned back against their headboard. "Three weeks?"

"Yeah. The two that I'm gone will be high lighted by midnight calls of poetry and singing while the week after I get back will be much of the same plus the possibility of never getting out of bed again."

"Oh, I see now."

"Good. So you have no objections to that?"

Rachel playfully looked up to the ceiling in deliberation as she ran her hands up and down her wife's neck and collar bone. "I wouldn't. However, child services might."

Quinn groaned and rolled her eyes slightly. "As much as I love our children, and I do with all my heart, there are days I long for old times."

"You mean the times when we would wake up in the other's arms, spend all day in bed ravishing each other, only getting up to scurry to the kitchen for food, still naked, and then jumping right back into bed."

"If we even made it back to the bedroom." The blonde teased with a beaming smile and bounced her legs to send her wife into a fit of giggles. "But yes. Those days. I miss them sometimes."

The diva smiled and leaned forward, resting her forehead on the blonde's and letting out a long breath. She missed them too. The carefree days when all she had to worry about was Quinn and only Quinn, not even her job mattered back then. "Just promise me one thing. Once you have gotten over the fact that you will be rid of all your stresses in life and are in a new and exciting environment with people who soak up every word that you will say and you finally give in to the fact that you are actually enjoying your trip... please don't come back with any more tattoos."

Quinn scoffed, causing Rachel to sit up and look at her. "I already promised you once before that I wouldn't get any more. And you act like I am covered from head to toe in them. I have five. And only two of them are visible on a normal day."

"Only because you wear long sleeves at the studio most days."

"You only further proved my point. The ones on my wrists, of which are dedicated to you, are the only two you can see. Not to mention they are all in white ink so you can't really seem them anyway. Why even say anything about them?"

Rachel smiled and bit her bottom lip, resuming her hand's movement over the photographers neck. "Because I knew you would get defensive... and feisty." Quinn arched and eyebrow and smirked slightly as both women studied the other's lips in front of them.