Somewhere between humiliation and lust

A/N: Ok! So this is my very first Faberry fic. I hope you enjoy it. I'm still working on the second part but will only post if this is well received. So, I would appreciate your reviews. Thanks.

The first time was about humiliation. Quinn Fabray smiled as she followed Rachel Berry to the music room. She'd had an idea that drawing pornographic pictures of the brunette in the bathroom was an excellent way to bring her down a peg. Quinn, ever the over-achiever, thought she might do a little research to ensure a true likeness.

Quinn paused just outside the door to make sure there was no one around. She stepped into the room and closed the door.

"Hello Berry," said Quinn, eyeing up Rachel.

Rachel grimaced at the derogatory greeting.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep the terror out of her voice. Quinn stalked towards her. She towered over Rachel, enjoying how the close proximity made her squirm.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Rachel shook her head, too nervous to speak. Quinn licked her lips, and before Rachel had time to react, she planted her lips against that of her prey. The contact lasted only a few seconds then Rachel stepped back and tried to formulate words. Quinn couldn't read the expression on her face. She searched for disgust, or horror, but didn't find either. She wondered what her face looked like. She couldn't find any disgust in her own thoughts. Quinn had thought she had a plan. Now she wasn't sure what the plan was.

Rachel stared at her with that look still on her face. What is that look? Quinn thought. But then Rachel moved and Quinn was sure she was heading toward the exit. Instead, the shorter girl stood her ground in front of Quinn and leaned up to kiss her. This was new territory.

It was easy to be celibate when you didn't feel attraction, that earth-moving force. Stopping to pray was the perfect excuse to end the charade that was making out with Finn Hudson. But when Rachel pressed her full lips against hers a spark of electricity shot though her. Her breath caught. Her head swam. Her lips parted in surprised and Rachel slipped her tongue inside her mouth to explore her. Quinn felt exhilaration for the first time. She was losing control.

That was enough to get her head straight and break the kiss. She needed to regain control.

Pushing Rachel against the wall she started to undress the brunette. Finally back on track, she thought. With Rachel's skirt and underwear pooled around her ankles, and her shirt unbuttoned and splayed to reveal her breasts, Quinn looked satisfied. She gazed at the naked, little lamb before her and felt a small pang of guilt.

Quinn pressed her body against Rachel and placed an empty kiss against her lips. Not trusting herself with a longer, more passionate embrace, she focused her attention on touching Rachel's body. She slid a hand over one of her round breasts and felt the smaller girl quiver against her. Quinn stopped thinking. She circled the pert nipple with her thumb until Rachel panted. Dipping her head slightly, Quinn used her mouth to pleasure the other nipple. Rachel's breath came in ragged gasps and Quinn could feel her own arousal building. She pushed that aside and slid her hand slowly down Rachel's thigh to the mound between her legs. She parted them willingly and stared up at Quinn, making her feel uncomfortable. So she picked a spot on Rachel's neck and starting sucking on it. Quinn smiled against her skin when she felt Rachel slick to the touch. She fingered her opening teasingly until Rachel moaned her need. Quinn was transfixed by the sound; by the way it made her feel, made her want. She thrust two fingers into Rachel. The brunette whimpered at the sudden ferocity of Quinn's demeanor. Quinn saw the flash of terror in her eyes, but Rachel said nothing, and didn't try to push her way. She went back to Rachel's neck intent now on leaving a mark, a little reminder. She thrust in again and again eliciting cries of ecstasy and Quinn knew the fear was a distant memory.

Rachel's nails dug into her back as she circled her clit, and in a few strokes Rachel cried out her climax and slumped into Quinn's arms. To Quinn's surprise it didn't feel wrong to hold the other girl like this, feeling the small aftershocks of Rachel's orgasm against her body.

Quinn held her until her breathing became soft and regular. Composed now, Rachel looked up at Quinn and blushed. Quinn raised her hand to her mouth and licked the wet, stickiness from her fingers. Rachel blushed deeper. Quinn pushed her back against the wall, turned on her heel and left.