Feb 9, 2023
I took a nap for over an hour yet I still feel exhausted, let’s go Terza Serata!!
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I took a nap for over an hour yet I still feel exhausted, let’s go Terza Serata!!
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One More Night (Rachel/Quinn) [Faberry Week]
So you can't really tell this is for the 1950s prompt, but I swear it is. This is essentially a deleted scene from Your Ex-Lover is Dead but you don't really have to read that to get this since it's so short. I wanted this to be longer but I'm busy, busy, busy today so enjoy!
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Lima, Ohio 1954
The red shopping basket is pressed into her hip and a strand of blonde hair falls into her eyes as she looks over the egglants in her hands. Her hair is shorter than it was the last time Rachel saw her but it's just as blonde and her fingers itch at her side. Rachel wants to go over there and tuck back the strand behind her ear, feel the soft strands slip through her fingers.
Quinn puts one of the eggplants in her basket and runs her hand over the skirt of her dress before turning. Her eyes meet Rachel's immediately and when her eyes widen, Rachel simply raises her hand in a motionless wave. Quinn clutches the cross against her chest and takes a look around the empty store. Almost everyone is at the beach or at home barbecuing, making the most of the beautiful June weather and Rachel is positive that's the only reason Quinn walks over, each of her steps punctuated by the clacking of Quinn's cream heels.
She takes a deep breath when she stops in front of Rachel and the brunette can hear her heart thumping wildly in her ear. "Do you like ratatouille?" Her voice is so familiar yet so different. She sounds confident and aged but still light and airy like the eight month dream they had all those years ago.
Rachel nods and Quinn silently continues on to the register. She came in to get Mrs. Hudson some milk but she knows the woman won't be upset if she's not back right away. -- A hand grips her hip and she turns to meet Quinn's eyes, her own hand finding purchase on the back of Quinn's neck. Before, she would have been courteous. She would've asked Quinn explicitly if this was okay and if she was sure. She would've taken things slowly in an effort to memorize everything she could about the pale skin she exposed. Rachel doesn’t do any of that this time around. Instead she runs her fingertips down Quinn’s collarbone, pressing herself against the blonde. She's positive Quinn's dressed was buttoned more at the store but Rachel notices now that the first two are undone, revealing more sunkissed skin. Quinn shivers beneath her and she smiles. “Oh liebling*, I’ve missed you,” she breathes out and Quinn looks torn between laughing or crying. “I can’t even blame this on hormones,” she says, resting her forehead against Rachel’s. “I never thought I’d see you again. I thought you disappeared forever.” Rachel shakes her head. “Not forever. Never forever.” She thumbs the third button on Quinn’s dress and it pops open easily. They only make it as far as the landing and Quinn trips over Rachel’s discarded top, both of them tumbling to the hard wood floors. “Are you okay,” Rachel asks and Quinn laughs beneath her. “Of course I am, Rachel,” she answers, her smile brighter than Rachel’s ever seen it. Rachel’s hair falls like a curtain around Quinn’s face and she feels two strong legs wrap around her hips. “Nothing can hurt you in a dream.” She blinks and everything comes back in to focus again. Noah appears next to Quinn, putting his hand on her hip delicately. He whispers something in her ear and she laughs before hiding her face against his chest. They turn away without noticing her.