Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 60

Quinn woke up slowly that morning, resting on her side with her hand resting on something incredibly warm. She cracked her eyes open, met by the sight of her sleeping boyfriend, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he breathed softly. She shut her eyes again and for a moment she didn't move, simply relishing the feeling of complete satisfaction running through her. It was almost like her body was still humming, and she smiled as she recalled last night's activities. It had been better than anything she'd ever imagined. When she was on the Cheerios she had always enjoyed the sensation of flying through the air. Last night had felt just like she was flying, only a thousand times better.

Before Ryan she hadn't been completely sold on the concept of sex. It was just this thing that she wasn't supposed to do until she was married. And then everything with Puck had happened, and, while it wasn't horrible, it was something she thought she'd never actually want to do again. Once was enough.

But last night...

Ryan shifted beside her, turning onto his side and wrapping his arm around her body. His eyes stayed shut but a goofy smile appeared on his lips. "Hi," he mumbled sleepily.

She chuckled. "Hi." She shivered as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, cuddling her close. "I love you, you know?"

"I know," he smiled. Finally she saw his warm brown eyes looking up at her. "I love you too. So much." He rubbed his hand lazily against her stomach. "You know, I'm not really sure what to say after last night."

"Me either." She smiled shyly, hesitantly. "I... last night was good, right? I mean, I was okay?"

Ryan laughed softly. "Oh my god, Quinn. I do not have words. And considering how extensive my vocabulary is, that's saying something." Quinn's smile widened. A tiny part of her was worried that she sucked at sex. A touch of vulnerability appeared in his dark eyes. "What about you? Was it good for you?"

She kissed him languidly, nipping lightly as his lower lip. "It was fantastic."

He gave her smile, a hint of cockiness showing through. "Good. I am an entertainer after all, and I always aim to please." She huffed out a laugh, pulling him in for another kiss. "And us, we're still good, right?"

Quinn locked gazes with him, nodding. "We're good." She'd been kind of scared that this might change them, ruin everything somehow. But everything just felt right. She felt even closer to him than ever before, something she hadn't thought was possible. "We're perfect."

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she sighed, melting into him. Then he pulled away. "Wait, what time is it?"

Right. Shit. They had parents who could very well kill them. Quinn glanced at the clock on the wall. "Almost six."

"Crap." He sat up, glancing around the room for his phone, which he'd laid on the table last night. Grabbing it, he checked his messages. Quinn watched him in amusement. They were probably so dead with their parents, but she couldn't find it in her to care right now. "I should get home before my mom wakes up."

She nodded. "Yeah, you should probably go before my mom and Frannie wake up."

He got out of bed, picking his pants up from where they'd ended up on the floor as Quinn eyed him with a smile. "See something you like?" he flirted as he pulled his clothes on.

"Most definitely," she nodded, eyes tracing his bare torso. "I wouldn't mind having it again sometime."

Ryan grinned as he leaned bent down to kiss her again. "I would be most delighted to oblige."

..

Fifteen minutes later Ryan pulled up outside his house, getting down from the car ever so quietly. He didn't want to wake his mom up, he'd probably be so much trouble for missing his curfew it wasn't even funny. Then he stopped short when he saw someone sitting on the porch. "Uh..."