Where love leads us-Faberry

Chapter 9

The lights were out but it didn't matter. The vocal gasps for panted breaths between the desperate kisses were enough to spur Quinn on. It had been too long since she had tasted the sweetness of her wife's kisses, felt the perfectly soft lips pulling at hers, coaxing her further and further into the lust fog of their love.

A strangled moan of absolute need left the back of the blonde's throat as she sat up in the bed with Rachel straddling her lap, tugging as she ran her hands through Quinn's hair roughly. The photographer's hands were restrained as she fought to pull her blouse off behind her back but that didn't stop every other muscle in her body from straining to connect deeper with each kiss.

As soon as she jerked her last hand free, they were on the brunette, gripping her sides firmly and pulling her painfully close. The actress bit down on Quinn's bottom lip as she began to writhe in her lap, desperately in need of her wife's touch after being denied for so long. Each movement was echoed by a whimper, begging. They both needed each other and words would only get in the way right now.

Quinn repositioned her hands on Rachel's hips, just under the hem of her shirt and swiftly glided it up and off the diva who returned her arms around Quinn's neck, one hand cupping her face and pulling her into each kiss. The blonde didn't waste a second more, finding and releasing Rachel's bra before finding the strength to push forward and lay Rachel down, stretching out on top of her. The brunette wrapped her long, short clad legs around her waist and the feel of smooth skin grazing her sides released a primal, almost animalistic energy.

She abandoned her wife's mouth for her neck, biting down on it with little restraint. Her back muscles tensed as she planted all of her weight on her left hand and showed no hesitation slipping the other into her wife's shorts.

Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.

Quinn's eyes flew open. She gasped for breath as her heart raced in her chest, trying to place herself in her current location. She was still in London.

"Fuck." She swore in a whisper, still trying to catch her breath before reaching over and grabbing her phone, trying to shut the alarm off.

This was her routine. She woke up in the early, early hours of the morning to call home so she could say good night to the boys and talk with Rachel until she had to go back to sleep herself. Rachel had tried to talk her out of it but gave up after the fourth night. It was something Quinn needed in order to feel connected.

She had been trying to spend all of her free time out and exploring or setting up lunches or dinners with people she had met on this trip, but there were still several hours in her day that she spent either looking out her hotel window, sitting or laying down and just staring as the silence crept in and scared the hell out of her. She had paced over every inch on her suite, thinking of home but not being able to call because everyone else was still living their daily lives as if nothing had changed. She was left to her thoughts of loneliness. No wonder her dreams were so vivid.

She cleared her throat and dialed the home number. As soon as Rachel said hello, her smile of anticipation fell into more of a smirk. "You wont believe the dream I was just having."

The brunette huffed a laugh that seemed empty. "Knowing you as well as I do, I bet I have a decent idea of the thoughts roaming around in your head this evening."

The blonde's smirk faded as she laid in the dark listening to her wife's voice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Rachel answered quickly and in a lighter tone. Quinn's brow dropped and she sat up in bed, knowing better. "So how was your day?"

The blonde shook her head, denying the play to move forward beyond whatever issue Rachel was trying to avoid. "It would be a better if I knew what was bothering you." She heard Rachel sigh and could envision her resting her forehead in her hand, not wanting to deal with whatever it was. "Rachel?"