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thickwamuu · 5 years

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can u pls do more pillarmen I really like the lab experiment one

Um… hell yes I can??

Self-indulgent cuddle pile with your modern!human!pillar men roommates.

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Getting home, you could hear the sound of bickering of your roommates in the kitchen and not wanting to deal with it, you snuck into your bedroom for a nap- knowing you barely had enough time for a quick one before the blind date your friend was forcing you to go on later that evening.

Getting out of your work clothes and slipping into some soft shorts accompanied by your old high school t shirt, there was a knock at your door.

“Yeah?” You called, wondering what one of the boys needed to borrow this time.

“I just noticed you hadn’t said hello when you got in and wanted to check on you. Are you alright?” Santana’s concerned voice inquired from the other side of your door.

You opened the door, missing how Santana’s eyes drifted to your bare legs. “Just kinda fed up from work and didn’t want to deal with the noise at home on top of that.”

“Rough day?” He asked, leaning his toned body on your doorframe. You nodded and opened your arms pathetically, and as if he could read you mind, Santana happy wrapped his large arms around you, causing you to let out a long sigh as you nuzzled your face into his expansive chest.

You really liked everyone in the house but you undeniably shared the closest bond of all your roommates with Santana. Although he could be a bit overprotective at times, he was by far the most considerate of the four and had been the one who warmed up to you the fastest when you moved in. He said it was because he was no longer the baby of the group and that he could now stop being teased- despite that not coming true when it came down to it, but you knew your personalities just gelled well together as you greatly appreciated his observant, at times stoic and aloof low maintenance nature. You loved the way that when you spoke to him, he would listen intently, as if learning some new and revolutionary information each time.

“Can I braid your hair again?” You meekly asked into his pecs, the prospect of playing with someone’s hair already relaxing your tensions from the day. A chuckle resonated through the two of you. “Of course.”

Getting on your bed and splaying your legs open in a ‘V’ you patted the space between them and looked at him expectantly, combing your hands through his long, dark red hair in preparation for the braid once he was situated between them, head in your lap.

The momentary peaceful energy in the room was disrupted by the two overgrown children bursting in. “Y/N! Esi refuses to admit he cheated in mortal kombat and is acting like a toddler because I called him out for it!” Wamuu announced loudly, as if you could do something about it.

“Am not! Don’t blame me for your lack of skills and call it cheating!” Esidisi defended himself quickly, before widening his eyes at you and Santana’s intimate positions. “…what’s going on here?”

Wam snapped his eyes up to you and his mouth fell open.

You removed your hands from Santana’s hair and sighed, irritated. “I’m just braiding his hair, You knucklehead-besides what did I say about knocking first?”

“Looks fun, can I join?” Esi asked ignoring you, already striding over to your bed and taking a seat on your side. Looking smugly over at wam he grinned. “I’m not in the mood to win against you again, you can go play a game on your own.”

Wamuu looked at him angrily with a huff and an eye roll as he moved his gaze back to you. “Y/N, would you mind if I sat with you guys?”

Letting out another long breath, you were just thankful you decided to get a larger bed when you moved. “I mean, If you really want to, wamuu.”

Plopping himself down with a creek, he fell back onto your pillows, kicking his feet up and grabbing the remote on your bedside table before turning on the tv across from your bed, flipping through Netflix titles.

You resumed playing with Santana’s hair as Esi got comfortable laying down as well. “Why is your bed so much softer than mine?- oh shit wam I love that movie.”

Wamuu scoffed “It’s hardly a well written movie, the dialogue is laughable and the fighting scenes at repetitive, not to mention horribly choreographed.”

“Okay, tough guy.” You snorted out in a laugh as you let go of Santana’s hair, Esidisi grinning triumphantly from beside you at his rival knowing you were defending him.

Wam carelessly tossed the remote at Esi with a quick “whatever, you pick if it matters so much.” Before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down beside him, effectively locking you in a soft version of a chokehold. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly where you’re ticklish spots are! You’re 1000 years to early to believe yourself a worthy opponent of the great Wamuu!” He announced in a dramatic tone. “Luckily for you though, my generous self has taking a liking to you, and I do not wish to completely obliterate you- instead, I offer you my protection from the hideous old beast Esidisi, along with anyone else who tries to pursue you!”

The white haired male shot wam a look, “don’t lump me in with the animals chasing after Y/N. I may not have youth, but I certainly make up for it in class.”

“Esi, you’re only a few years older than Wamuu, stop acting like you’re having a mid life crisis.” You chided, quirking up an eyebrow, hoping your stern face would stop the bickering.

“I’ll stop using my superior intellect to outsmart him when he learns the basic lessons you learn in kindergarten...” an impish gleam erupted on his face “like how to share your things.” Yanking you from Wam’s arms, he circled his own around your waist.

Tired and admitting defeat, you just allowed it as you began to watch the movie Esi had chosen, letting out a yawn before you felt Wamuu rest his head on your shoulder and Santana readjust so he could see the screen, head still lazing in your lap contently as your eyes drifted closed.

Groggy, you became vaguely aware of the front door slamming shut, knowing the ‘head of the household’ was home. Falling in and out of consciousness, you startled as the sound of someone clearing their throat impatiently snapped you right out of your sleepy mood, Kars standing at the foot of your bed.

“What the hell is this?” Kars demanded, gesturing to the mess of limbs on the bed.

Before you could answer, the phone you lazily tossed on your dresser dinged, causing Kars’ attention to divert from you. He grimaced. “Who’s Adam And why is he asking if you’re still on for tonight, Y/N?”

“Shit.” You spoke, attempting to sit up from beneath the now groaning tired mass of muscles tangled around you. “Kars can you pass me my phone? I have to let him know I’ll be late.”

His striking gaze turned cold. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Your roommates- now fully awake, observed the situation with watchful eyes, all interested as well in why you would be texting a man when they had clearly been trying to woo you for months now.

“Why does it matter to you.” You argued.

“Shall I take away your phone privileges?” He threatened.

“What the fuck? You’re not my-“

“Up.” Kars instructed, gesturing for you to stand. Fearfully, You obeyed as you knew how Kars got when you didn’t show him respect. Being the one to earn the largest sum in the household at his glitzy CEO office job and often covering most extra expenses without complaint seemingly making him overbearing and authoritative towards the other cohabitators.

To your surprise he settled himself where you had sat in between Wamuu and Esidisi, Santana Sitting at his feet as he still held your phone.

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion at the sight of him in his luxurious dress clothes, surrounded by the other three in their casual tees and sweats, all peering at you. “Wha-?”

Kars motioned for you to sit down on the bed… right on his lap. With a blush, you shook your head making Kars give you ‘the look’.

“You seemed cozy enough when I came in here, am I not up to your standards? I sure hope this ‘Adam’ is a millionaire in that case.” You’re face turned multiple shades redder. “Perhaps we should give him a call and let him know you won’t be meeting with him tonight.” He teased, wagging your phone in the air.

You laughed, irritated but used to putting up with Kars’ bullshit. “Nice try, you don’t even know the password.”

Looking at you with a smirk and facing your phone screen towards you, he simply pressed his thumb to your home button, the phone unlocking first attempt with no issue.

Widening your eyes at the invasion of privacy, you lunged at him to retrieve your cellular device, Santana latching onto you as you did so to prevent you from clawing out Kars’ eyes.

“So you are useful for something Santana.” Kars remarked to the redhead, making him grumble and tuck your head under his chin to calm himself down.

Kars put his hands under your arms and lifted you from Santana’s grasp and onto his lap, the Younger man immediately latching to your waist and legs.

Hearing the dial tone through your phone behind you, you struggled to prevent what he was about to say to Adam. Your friend was going to have your head for this.

Kars held the phone away from his face. “Esidisi, Wamuu. Would you mind assisting me?” He inquired. Nodding, they trapped both your arms.

“You guys too?” You cried out.

Sheepishly, they shrugged as Esi spoke up. “Well..” he trailed off. “You know what they say, the enemies of my enemy are my my allies.” His words made you deflate, knowing you had no chance against 4 hulking men.

“Ah, yes hello.” Kars greeted when the call was answered. “I’m calling on behalf of Y/N… they’re a little tied up right now and won’t be able to make it tonight.” There was an angry voice on the other end, making you wince. “Calm down your pathetic babbling. Its not as if I’d let them go regardless, this is just how things are, I’d be more than happy to settle this with you face to face though, if you still insist on acting like a petulant child.”

More angry words were thrown at him before the beeps of a hung up call met your ears. Kars tossed your phone onto your night stand sighing as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking on a patronizing tone. “Some people have such a temper… it’s wildly unbecoming, but no need to fret over being set up with such a barbaric Neanderthal… you’re meant to be here with us anyways. You were already ours the moment you stepped through the front door.”

#jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo’s bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #jjba part 2 #pillar men #kars #wamuu #esidisi #santana #pillar men x reader #jojo x reader #kars x reader #wamuu x reader #esidisi x reader #santana x reader #oneshot

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leigh-kelly · 6 years

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104 please

A continuation of this.

After Santana had been so upset the week before, Brittany is more anxious than ever to get to Lima. She knows how much she hates being home, and how much of an outcast she feels in her town, so she’ll be glad to just get there and be with her, even if it’s only for a long weekend. It’s only been a few weeks that they’ve been apart, but it honestly feels like forever for Brittany. She’s been going crazy doing mostly nothing but laying by the pool and working on some math stuff, and she needs some time with her girlfriend more than anything.

She leaves later than she’d wanted, and as a result, she ends up sitting in nearly two hours of traffic. She has no idea how there’s so much traffic in Ohio, but apparently there was some kind of accident, so she screams to herself in the car, thinking of how every single minute she’s stuck there is a minute less that she’ll have with Santana. It’s only the first weekend of July, and already she’s wishing it was August. She’s not thrilled about being back in classes, and constantly worrying that she’s going to fail, but she wants to be back with Santana full time. She hates distance, and this really, really sucks.

When she finally arrives in Lima, it’s after lunchtime, and she’s glad she’d thought to pack a sandwich for herself in the car. She’s always aware of these things, thinking of the obsessive schedules she makes surrounding food. She’d be lying if she said it still wasn’t a struggle every day, and that food didn’t control her life in a lot of ways, but she’s much better than she was, and at least now she knows that she absolutely has to eat, no matter how obsessive she can sometimes get about the act that surrounds it.

“Honey, I’m here!” Brittany calls out, knocking on the door to Santana’s mom’s house and waiting patiently for her girlfriend to come downstairs.

“Hey.” Santana grins, opening the door and standing there in cotton shorts and a grey tank top. “You finally made it.”

“Please, what a nightmare. If I was going anywhere else but here, I would have turned around and gone back.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t.” Santana pulls Brittany into the air conditioned house, and immediately kisses her. “I would have been majorly disappointed.”

“I’d never do that to you, you know. If I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it.”

“I know, and that’s one of the many reasons I love you.”

“Where’s your mom? The only reason I was goofy and called out to you like that was that I saw her car was gone.”

“She went into the office. Normally I’d really fight her about working on a Saturday, but...you know.”

“Avoiding the separate bedroom policy?”

“I really worked on her about it. I thought I might actually win, but...she was raised by my grandmother, I know she has certain rules for propriety, and apparently until I’m married, she doesn’t want me sharing a bed in her house.”

“I think it’s sweet. Shitty, but sweet.”

“I mean, I’m cursed with my stupid period this week anyway, so, I guess it only matters half as much as it would otherwise.”

“Well, I did bring you chocolate, and also it’s cold in here, so we can cuddle on the couch for as long as you want.”

“I don’t want to trap you inside all day because my uterus is the actual devil. The fair starts tonight, but we could go to the park or something, if you wanted.”

“Totally your call.” Brittany smiles, kissing her again. “I’m just glad I’m here, I don’t care what we do.”

Brittany knows Santana is really bummed about having her period when they still haven’t even figured out when they’re going to see each other again before school starts, so she tries to make her feel better. She knows sex is absolutely off the table, and Santana would probably die of embarrassment if Brittany even suggested it, so they end up making out on the couch for an extended period of time. Though they’re only a year removed from high school, they both feel so grown up, and Brittany can’t help but laugh a little that they’re making out on Santana’s mom’s couch. But still, she doesn’t let it ruin the moment, and she takes the opportunity for some good old fashioned first base action, massaging Santana’s breasts under her t-shirt. She leaves a mark just below her neckline that’ll remind Santana of the fact that she managed to make her come without even undoing her pants every time she sees it in the mirror.

Santana’s mother comes home from work not long after the separate on the couch—it’s almost as if Santana has some kind of sixth sense about it, Brittany thinks—and they have a late lunch with her. Maribel apparently has her own date to the fair, and Santana tries to pry information out of her, while Brittany grins and what a good mother and daughter pair they make. After the kitchen is clean, Santana grabs sweatshirts and a blanket from her bedroom, and she packs up the car with water bottles and snacks for later. Brittany thinks it’s cute how prepared she is, since she usually flies by the seat of her pants, and when Santana begins driving to the fairgrounds, Brittany grabs her hand on the center console and squeezes it tightly.

“So what’s there to do at this fair?” Brittany asks, though she’s pretty sure she can figure it out.

“The usual, I guess. Except the fireworks show is the best. Mom and I haven’t missed a year my whole life.”

“Am I cramping your style, stealing you away from your mom tonight?”

“Oh...no. I mean, I talked to her about it, and she was the one who wanted me to invite you out for the fair. It’s kind of the one place every single person in town takes a date. I’m glad I finally get to be one of them.”

“Well I’m honored to be your first date to the fireworks.” Brittany feigns a bow, despite being seated, and Santana laughs.

Santana pays to park the car, and hand in hand, they walk through the grassy lot and up to the gate of the fair. Brittany laughs as Santana swats her hand away to pay for sheets of red tickets, and she takes in the sights and smells of the carnival. Her parents aren’t big into things like this, her dad gets too distracted and her mom’s shoes would sink into the mud, so she thinks this is exciting for her as it is for Santana. It’s the kind of date like she’d see in the movies, and the whole idea of it is so cute that she kind of wants to dance around.

“You okay, Britt?” Santana bumps her side with her shoulder.

“Yeah, totally. Just really excited. Can we go on the Ferris wheel?”

“I was hoping you’d want to.” She looks down at her feet, a small smile spreading across her face.

“Obviously. I’m glad I don’t have to pull a scene from The Notebook and scale the thing to get to you.”

“That’s another one I haven’t seen.” Santana shakes her head. “But yeah, I’d prefer if you didn’t climb it, I’d probably have a heart attack.”

“Don’t have to. I’ve already won you over.”

“In spite of me.”

“And don’t be alarmed if I fall—“ Brittany sings. “Head over feet.”

“I love your voice.”

“It’s nothing compared to yours. Seriously, if you weren’t so set on your English thing, you could be a singer.”

“Britt, stop. I’m just a shower singer.”

“Still, you’re really good.” She squeezes Santana’s hand. “Alright, let’s do this Ferris wheel thing. But I’m totally kissing you at the top.”

“You’d better.”

Brittany is giggly while they wait in line for the Ferris wheel, mostly because Santana’s grin is so wide. She loves that she gets to have all of these big firsts with such an amazing girl, and she loves even more seeing how happy it makes her. When it’s finally their turn, Brittany steps back to let Santana get in the car first, and she slides in beside her, pulling the lap bar down over them. She doesn’t hesitate to grab her hand again, and as they rise up, Santana lays her head on Brittany’s shoulder.

As promised, they kiss at the top, with the view of all of Lima beneath them. Brittany thinks it’s kind of sweet, seeing Santana’s whole hometown while she gets to kiss her. She knows this place has been rough on Santana, but it’s also where she came from, and Brittany is so glad that she gets to be part of this. When the ride is over, Brittany knows she should eat something for dinner, and she nudges Santana toward the circle of food stalls. While Santana picks out cheese curds, Brittany gets a corn dog, slathering it with ketchup and mustard, and taking a big bite out of it.

“Want some?” Brittany holds it out to Santana, who pulls a face.

“Ew, get that thing away from me. You know I hate ketchup.”

“Oops, I forgot.” She licks the ketchup off the side of her mouth and takes another bite. “‘S good.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Want some of these?” Santana offers up her paper tray of fried cheese to Brittany, who pops one in her mouth. “We’ll share a funnel cake later for the fireworks.”

“A few years ago I would have died at those words.” Brittany murmurs, savoring her corn dog in a way that still surprises her that she can. “But that sounds really good.”

“Can I try to win you a prize?”

“Really? You have to ask? Of course you can.”

Santana leads Brittany to the games, and she finds a balloon dart stand. Considering Santana always says she has no coordination, Brittany is wholly impressed by the way she nails a balloon with each of her five darts. When the carnie gives her a giant stuffed whale, she proudly presents it to Brittany, who beams, and wishes she could kiss her right there. Then, clearly not satisfied with the stuffed animal, Santana steps up to a stall with little plastic bowls of fish, and she takes her bucket of balls, failing on the whole first attempt, and then buying another bucket, because she’s clearly become intent upon winning a fish for Brittany. When she’s finally successful, Brittany cheers, and Santana proudly takes the fish in the plastic bag, bowing a little as she hands it off to Brittany.

“Now we’ll have a pet in our room!” Brittany grins. “If I don’t accidentally kill it first.”

“Haven’t even moved in with you yet, and you’re already sneaking contraband into our room.”

“Oh, c’mon, the no pets rule is dumb, especially for a fish. My cousin in New Mexico snuck a rabbit into her dorm room, I don’t think the fish’ll be a big deal at all. We can just hide it behind your big stacks of books when the RA does room inspections.”

“I’m only saying yes because I agree that the rule is dumb, and also because it’s cute that you’re already planning a pet for us.”

“Duh, you won it for me, you should get to be part of its life.”

“Fair enough.” Santana laughs. “We should probably go get the blankets and sweatshirts out of the car and find our firework spot. It’s getting dark.”

Brittany follows Santana back out to the car, and she sort of stands idly as Santana organizes the things and lifts the bag containing them out of the trunk. She tries to take it, but Santana is insistent upon carrying it, and Brittany doesn’t argue. Instead, she takes her free hand and follows her to the grassy area where other people are already setting up. Santana spreads the blanket out on the lawn, and she offers Brittany a sweatshirt to combat the evening chill, combined with the feeling of too much sun throughout the day. Then, once they’re settled into sweatshirts and have their shoes off, they lay back on the blanket, heads touching and hands entwined.

“This is really nice.” Brittany tells Santana. “Even before the fireworks have started.”

“I know it’s going to sound so lame, but I seriously dreamed about doing this since I was fifteen and realized it wasn’t going to be a boy I wanted to lay with.”

“I don’t think it’s lame. I mean, you haven’t even seen all the cheesy movies, and this is pretty much the kind of stuff everyone does in them. It just feels way better when it’s real, and not someone you fell in love with an hour after meeting them.”

“Unrealistic. I love you a lot, but an hour after meeting you, I’m pretty sure I was just thrilled I had someone to have ice cream with. I wasn’t thinking love...yet.”“Ice cream doesn’t make you fall in love, coffee does, obviously.”

“You’re going to tease me about that until the end of time, aren’t you?”

“Pretty much, because it’s my favorite. Most romantic way to tell someone you love them is when they’re exhausted and they bring you coffee.”

“Best way to show someone you love them back is to bring them coffee when they’re exhausted.”

“You work so hard, Santana. I’m constantly in awe of you.”

“Britt...”

“I am. It amazes me, the effort you put in. I can’t even imagine it, because as hard as I work, it doesn’t even compare. And you love every second of it.”

“I do, as much as it drains me sometimes, I know what I want from my life.”

“I wish I did. My dreams involved working at a chicken factory, so this is all new for me.”

“I know.” Santana squeezes Brittany’s hand and snuggles closer. “But I know you’ll figure it out. That’s what college is all about, right?”

“I guess so. I mean, I guess I’ll crack this hypothesis thing someday, so that’ll give me something to go with. It’s just a question of whether or not I want to do math for the rest of my life.”

“Because you love to dance?”

“I do. A lot. And I know I’d be wasting my brain, but maybe I want to do that.”

“You asked me awhile ago to take a dance class with you. Is that still something you want?”

“I don’t know...maybe?”

“I will, for you.”

“But you hate dancing in front of people.” Brittany protests a little.

“I know, but if it gives you the opportunity to do something you love, I’m willing to do that.”

“Really?”

“Really. You always support all my dreams, I want to support yours too.”

“Even though I’m not sure what my dreams are?” She asks, as the fireworks begin overhead.

“Especially because you’re not.”

#brittana #nyu!au #burglover

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poetzproblem · 7 years

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You Know I Want Your Love

A/N: I had started to write the pregnancy smut in Quinn’s pov before changing my mind and switching to Rachel. So as a little bonus, here’s a ‘deleted scene’ transformed into a very short ficlet.

Her first pregnancy hadn't been like this.

Oh, there are things that are the same—things that Quinn recognizes with a sense of bittersweet wistfulness—but there have also been a handful of little surprises that hadn't been present (or that she just hadn't really been present enough to notice) when she'd been pregnant with Beth.

Quinn had never marked those weeks with any joy or anticipation, and she certainly hadn't gone looking for information on her baby's development at each passing milestone the way she and Rachel are so joyfully doing with this baby. No, those weeks had mostly dragged along in hazy, slow motion as her body had changed and rebelled against her, evicting her meager meals for months and riling up her hormones in the most destructive ways before squeezing her out of her clothes more and more as her belly had grown. At the same time, the weeks had somehow flown by far too quickly for her to be at all prepared for the pain and heartache that awaited her at the end of week number forty. Well—Quinn hadn't actually quite made it to week number forty the first time around, but it wouldn't have changed anything even if she had.

Things are very different this time.

Quinn's copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting is well-read and dog-eared. It's only slightly less dog-eared than Rachel's copy and lacking the dozens of post-it page markers, neon yellow highlights, and handwritten notes in the margins. There are already onesies, baby blankets, and reusable diapers (that Quinn isn't one hundred percent sold on) tucked away in the closet, ready for their little girl's arrival in the world. They're even making plans to view a few of the more affordable apartments currently on the market in the Upper West Side. Moving will be hell whether they do it before or after the baby is born, but it will need to happen soon either way. Their family is growing—and so is Quinn.

She'd hated this part when she was sixteen—helpless to stop her stomach from ballooning up for all the world to see—and while it still bothers her to lose her waistline and kiss her favorite clothes (and shoes, damn it!) goodbye, she's mostly made her peace with her changing body by focusing on the end result. That's something she hadn't been able to do the first time around.

She also hadn't had Rachel the first time. It makes a world of difference to have someone to hold her when she's feeling fat and remind her how beautiful and sexy she is. Quinn can't say that she always feels beautiful or sexy, but her relationship with her own body is much more positive with this pregnancy. Maybe it's because she's actually happy this time. Or maybe it's because her partner actually loves and supports her. Or maybe she's just finally grown up and grown into her own sensuality.

And oh—the sensuality.

Quinn absolutely does not remember being this persistently horny during her first pregnancy. Oh, she remembers having a few urges, of course, and a fleeting sex dream or two, but since those had been all twisted up with her repressed sexuality and her unrelenting depression, it had been pretty easy to ignore the whispers of her long-suppressed libido. Besides, her only viable options at the time had been Finn or Puck, and the idea of having sex with either one of them (sober) had been enough to cure whatever little itch she'd felt.

That's so not the case now.

The itch has been a near constant companion ever since Quinn had hit the fifteen week mark and the nausea had finally subsided, especially when she has a gorgeous, sexy wife who's oh-so-willing to help Quinn scratch those itches.

Well—mostly willing. Rachel does need to get enough rest to keep up with her show schedule, so she can't be at Quinn's constant beck and call. And Quinn doesn't want to be constantly dragging her wife to bed (or the sofa or the shower or the kitchen table—though that one's gotten a little too uncomfortable now with her ever-expanding belly) when they both have more to do with their time than each other, but some days she just can't seem to help herself. It's a little embarrassing, actually.

She knows it's perfectly normal for her sex drive to be increased now that her energy level is back up to speed and the extra blood is flowing to the most sensitive parts of her body—all the pregnancy books say so—but she still feels like a wanton sex fiend when she's sitting across from her wife at their favorite corner diner on a Monday morning and all she can think about it stripping Rachel naked and having her for breakfast instead of the strawberry and banana covered waffle on her plate.

"This one is only three blocks from Santana," Rachel murmurs, staring intently at the phone she's holding in her left hand while the other juggles her fork. "I'm not sure if that should be considered a pro or a con," she jokes, glancing up at Quinn.

"Mmhmm."

Rachel's brows furrow slightly as she studies her wife with a mildly disappointed expression. "Quinn? Have you been paying attention at all?"

"Huh? Yeah. Three blocks from Santana," Quinn echoes, forcing her attention back to Rachel's words and not Rachel's delectably tempting non-wordy assets. She shifts restlessly in her seat, diligently attempting to ignore the very inappropriate tingles skittering through her lower body and the fact that it's been approximately twenty-three hours since Rachel last touched her there.

She really thought she'd be okay this morning, damn it!

Rachel's slowly lowers the phone in her hand down to the table as her expression turns knowing. "Quinn, baby. We really should take a look at some of these apartments today," she points out gently.

Quinn purses her lips, dropping her eyes back down to her plate. "I know," she confirms with a short nod. They really do need to find a three bedroom that they both like before Quinn gets so big that Rachel will need a forklift to move her along with the all of their belongings.

She hears a sigh from the other side of the table. "We're getting the check and going home, aren't we?" Rachel speculates in mild amusement.

Quinn scrapes her teeth over her lip as she lifts her gaze. "Can we?" she asks hopefully.

Rachel grins. "I suppose I can make the sacrifice."

Those tingles catch fire and race through Quinn's body until she's squirming in her seat. She leans across the table—as far as her belly will allow—and lowers her voice. "You can wear the strap-on."

Rachel's breath hitches and she drops the fork to her plate with a clatter. "Check, please," she shouts, lifting her hand into the air with an impatient wave to their waitress.

Quinn presses her thighs together in anticipation as she gazes hungrily at her wife, already planning to leave their waitress a really nice tip so she can hurry home to enjoy Rachel's much sexier service.

#don't blink #you know i want your love #in love with the shape of you #follow-up #ficlet

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