just keep following the heartlines on your hand

QUINN: [that she can do. touch herself like Rachel would. teasing touches at first, two fingers circling without truly pressing against the nerves of her clit. just enough pressure for hips to follow the movement, to seek more.] I wish it was-- [a gasp cuts off Quinn's words as her touch grows more focused.] Your mouth, baby. I want your mouth.

QUINN: [a grin appears, one that's even a bit of a leer as it grows to reach hazel eyes, making them sparkle. Quinn licks her lips, drawing out the motion as drags her right hand down her torso. off camera her fingers tug at the strings of her lounge pants until they're untied and loose enough for her to slip her hand beneath the band.] Wet. For you.

QUINN: [she knows she's pretty. beautiful even. enough boys and girls over the years have told her as such. but there's something about Rachel saying it, there's always been something about Rachel saying it, that has Quinn believing without an ounce of doubt and she knows she blushes, from her breasts to her cheeks, at both the words and tone and being under her wife's watchful eyes. her own little moan sounds, one of pleasure and frustration that's matching Rachel's own. they're the noises they make when they tease, when they draw out moments with fleeting touches or skirt right around where they need each other the most.] Fuck, baby. The things you do to me, the things you make me feel. [fifteen days is too long and 2800 miles is too far away.]

QUINN: [her own hands aren't idle as Quinn slides down the headboard and re-angles the computer's screen to catch her movements -- her hand cupping her breast, massaging and kneading as the nipple pebbles against her palm.]

QUINN: [for just a second, Quinn closes her eyes, because when she does it's almost like Rachel's little breathy sounds could be in this very room. that she could be hovering over her wife, breath hot against her cheek and neck, and dragging her hands up and down the body she knows better than her own. but then Quinn blinks hazel back open, not wanting to miss a single sight of Rachel touching herself for her.] You do have perfect breasts, baby. Made to fit in my hands. Tug a little harder, Rach. Let me hear you.

QUINN: You know me so well, baby. So where would I linger? Where would I pay the most attention?

QUINN: [hearing the material of the sports bra smack again something -- whether wall or door or dresser -- Quinn can't help but laugh.] You've always had such impeccable aim, Rach. [she sighs then, the last bits of the hiccup that interrupted their previous foreplay of sorts leaving right along with her breath.] So, so beautiful. Touch yourself, babe. Please. Like you know I would.

QUINN: [smiling, and now that she's a bit settled once more, Quinn's quiet as her eyes bore through the computer screen and take their time tracing the body Rachel has on display.] So beautiful, Rach.

QUINN: And that's a good thing, baby. I'd be lost without you.

QUINN: Hey, little bear. [Quinn waits a beat as she holds Rachel's eyes with her own.] I love you.

QUINN: [hearing that particular tone in Rachel's voice has Quinn and her wet eyes finally looking up at her computer screen. her wife's words settle something in her chest, a fear that this distance and separation was only affecting her so starkly.] We can breathe together in fifteen.

QUINN: [she doesn't say anything. just keeps staring at her lap as she tries to collect her emotions and slip a well-worn mask into place.]

QUINN: [her hand falls to her lap and her eyes follow to hide the sudden sheen coating them.] Of course not. It's hard to breath without half your heart.

QUINN: [she doesn't stop touching herself, but her voice grows slightly less breathless and more serious.] What makes you think I've been able to truly breathe since I flew out here?

QUINN: A lot of reacquainting, baby. How you feel. How you taste. Especially how you taste. [her hand continues to rub, teasing, as it slides up to pluck and pinch a nipple.] I'd tongue fuck you, Rach. And then I'd fuck your you face.

QUINN: [sitting back, Quinn eagerly watches the little show Rachel puts on, softly groaning as each inch of her smackable behind is slowly revealed.] Tease. [it's accompanied with a light chuckle from Quinn and shake from Rachel. as her wife walks back toward the abandoned laptop, all legs and thighs and skin on display, Quinn slides down along the headboard, shifting her angle to slide her hand down her stomach, thumb rubbing just below her belly button. her voice is a touch lower.] God, the things I would do to you if were here. The things I would have you do to me.

QUINN: I like when we're even steven, Rach. But... [reaching around her back, Quinn's hands find her bra's claps. with a snap of her fingers the material gives and she shrugs lace off her shoulders.] Gotta up the ante.