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[Glee] improve on the silence (Mercedes/Quinn)
Title: improve on the silence
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1079 words
Prompt: Porn Battle X: Glee, Mercedes/Quinn, chastity
Pairing: Mercedes/Quinn established
Other: Again with the writing not!porn for Porn Battle. PG for sexual discussion. Spoilers for 1x22 Journey.
Excerpt: "I don't know, Mercedes," Quinn says. Her voice is brittle and uncertain. Today isn't going to be a good day, Mercedes thinks, hiding a sigh. The good days, if she's honest, are few and far between: when Quinn's smile is as bright as her glossy hair, when her laughter spills sweetly, when it's as if the bad parts of the last year never happened, only the good. Mercedes has spent a lot of nights holding Quinn as she shudders back tears; the afterbirth of grief.
"Look, homegirl, can we talk?"
Mercedes looks away for a moment and Quinn follows her gaze, tensing. Her shoulders slump and she drags herself to her feet, forgetting for a moment that this endeavor is much easier without thirty pounds of baby weight. Mercedes's gaze whips back around. She reaches out and grabs Quinn's wrist.
"Where are you going? I said I wanted to talk, not that I was kicking you out."
"I don't know, Mercedes," Quinn says. Her voice is brittle and uncertain. Today isn't going to be a good day, Mercedes thinks, hiding a sigh. The good days, if she's honest, are few and far between: when Quinn's smile is as bright as her glossy hair, when her laughter spills sweetly, when it's as if the bad parts of the last year never happened, only the good. Mercedes has spent a lot of nights holding Quinn as she shudders back tears; the afterbirth of grief.
She's seen Quinn at her very worst (screaming, shouting, crying, Beth, and how Mercedes's hand ached for a week afterward, but she wouldn't have let go even if she'd had the option). And she's seen Quinn at her best. The latter is worth the former. When Quinn is happy, she brightens everyone's day. This goes double for Mercedes, who felt such a strong pull one day that she gave in, leaned forward, and kissed Quinn's cheek. It could have been innocent, but Quinn turned her head toward Mercedes's lips. Quinn's made a host of bad decisions over the term of her life (living under Sue's thumb, merciless teasing, Puck), but she thinks this might be the right one. Maybe.
"We need to talk about this," Mercedes says, and her voice is firm, though gentle. "Girlfriends talk."
"Girlfriends," Quinn repeats. Her mother kicked her out again when it became clear Quinn wasn't going to give up "this little phase." She doesn't know why it surprised her at the time; her mother hated rocking the boat. She'd only divorced Quinn's father for the sake of her own pride; his infidelities were too obvious to be ignored. Quinn and her mother have nothing in common anymore, now that Quinn's faith hangs by a thread and Judy retreats back into prayer as if God will fix everything, turn it back, give her something new. Her mother reads Job and sees him restored sevenfold. Quinn can only see the fact that Job's first family is dead, and God wouldn't bring them back. Mercedes's parents took Quinn back without question, and they are practically family now, but she can't help but miss her innocence, her perfect blonde family with the cracks she couldn't see.
Quinn leans her head on Mercedes's shoulder and laces their fingers together. She smells Mercedes's shampoo, mellow and sweet, and she shuts her eyes. It's been six months since she kissed Mercedes back, and she still loves that smell, loves to run her hands through Mercedes's glossy hair, to rest her fingers on the curve of Mercedes's hips. She loves Mercedes more than she should, she thinks. Quinn is good at falling fast. Maybe that's why she's etched this one last boundary.
"I know dating isn't about sex, and sex isn't dating," Mercedes says, and Quinn doesn't have to look to know she's rolling her eyes in exasperated affection for the originators of that statement. She feels the same way about Santana and Brittany most of the time. "But it would be nice, you know. I really-- I want to be with you that way. And I think you do too."
Quinn wavers. "I was going to wait," she begins. Mercedes shakes her head firmly and Quinn has to sit up. She still lets their laced fingers rest in Mercedes's lap.
"You said that, sugar, but it didn't last. And I want to do this without guilt, without resisting and resisting and finally talking you into it. That's not right. It wasn't right when Puck did it, and I'm not going to do the same thing," Mercedes answers. Puck hadn't really tried to talk Mercedes into sex, since their relationship was little better than farce, but she knows the way that Puck operates. She's heard the flippant way that Quinn blows him off in public ("I felt fat," Quinn says, and Mercedes feels a twinge), but she's also heard the way that Quinn says it when her head is pressed to Mercedes's chest, their legs intertwined, and the way her voice shakes when she wonders about resisting temptation.
"O-oh," Quinn manages.
"And it's still sex, even if it's two girls," Mercedes says. She leans in and brushes Quinn's ear with her lips. "So you can't think of it like that. It means something. We don't need in-out, in-out, boom, for it to be real," she says, rocking her free hand back and forth. Quinn can't help it; she laughs. She starts giggling helplessly, leaning into Mercedes and clutching at her arm with both hands. It's the kind of laugh that almost dissolves into tears, but Quinn doesn't give in. She lets the lump in her chest dissolve until all that's left is Mercedes, Mercedes laughing along with her because she can't resist Quinn's mirth. Mercedes has been there always, ever since she let her in. And maybe she wouldn't have dreamed of this a year ago, but that doesn't matter anymore. Dreams can change.
"Are you sure? I saw a really interesting strap-on in one of the catalogs I found under your brother's bed," Quinn says. She's falling sideways into Mercedes's lap and she's amazed, she's always amazed by how well two women fit together. She'd always expected it to feel wrong, given the way that she was raised, but they really are a perfect fit.
Mercedes waggles a hand at her. "Girl, all I need, I got right here. Maybe when we're ready for the advanced class."
"Are we done talking?" Quinn asks, with a roll of her eyes, shifting herself deftly into Mercedes's lap. She puts her arms around Mercedes's shoulders and smiles.
"I guess," Mercedes answers, "we can resort to body language."
They kiss and press together and Quinn can feel a warmth that makes her toes curl in satisfaction, and they're not even naked yet. Yet.
But maybe they will be soon. And Quinn will like that too.
(The thing about chastity is, it's kinda boring. And Quinn Fabray is never going to be boring again.
Mercedes Jones never was in the first place.)
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1079 words
Prompt: Porn Battle X: Glee, Mercedes/Quinn, chastity
Pairing: Mercedes/Quinn established
Other: Again with the writing not!porn for Porn Battle. PG for sexual discussion. Spoilers for 1x22 Journey.
Excerpt: "I don't know, Mercedes," Quinn says. Her voice is brittle and uncertain. Today isn't going to be a good day, Mercedes thinks, hiding a sigh. The good days, if she's honest, are few and far between: when Quinn's smile is as bright as her glossy hair, when her laughter spills sweetly, when it's as if the bad parts of the last year never happened, only the good. Mercedes has spent a lot of nights holding Quinn as she shudders back tears; the afterbirth of grief.
"Look, homegirl, can we talk?"
Mercedes looks away for a moment and Quinn follows her gaze, tensing. Her shoulders slump and she drags herself to her feet, forgetting for a moment that this endeavor is much easier without thirty pounds of baby weight. Mercedes's gaze whips back around. She reaches out and grabs Quinn's wrist.
"Where are you going? I said I wanted to talk, not that I was kicking you out."
"I don't know, Mercedes," Quinn says. Her voice is brittle and uncertain. Today isn't going to be a good day, Mercedes thinks, hiding a sigh. The good days, if she's honest, are few and far between: when Quinn's smile is as bright as her glossy hair, when her laughter spills sweetly, when it's as if the bad parts of the last year never happened, only the good. Mercedes has spent a lot of nights holding Quinn as she shudders back tears; the afterbirth of grief.
She's seen Quinn at her very worst (screaming, shouting, crying, Beth, and how Mercedes's hand ached for a week afterward, but she wouldn't have let go even if she'd had the option). And she's seen Quinn at her best. The latter is worth the former. When Quinn is happy, she brightens everyone's day. This goes double for Mercedes, who felt such a strong pull one day that she gave in, leaned forward, and kissed Quinn's cheek. It could have been innocent, but Quinn turned her head toward Mercedes's lips. Quinn's made a host of bad decisions over the term of her life (living under Sue's thumb, merciless teasing, Puck), but she thinks this might be the right one. Maybe.
"We need to talk about this," Mercedes says, and her voice is firm, though gentle. "Girlfriends talk."
"Girlfriends," Quinn repeats. Her mother kicked her out again when it became clear Quinn wasn't going to give up "this little phase." She doesn't know why it surprised her at the time; her mother hated rocking the boat. She'd only divorced Quinn's father for the sake of her own pride; his infidelities were too obvious to be ignored. Quinn and her mother have nothing in common anymore, now that Quinn's faith hangs by a thread and Judy retreats back into prayer as if God will fix everything, turn it back, give her something new. Her mother reads Job and sees him restored sevenfold. Quinn can only see the fact that Job's first family is dead, and God wouldn't bring them back. Mercedes's parents took Quinn back without question, and they are practically family now, but she can't help but miss her innocence, her perfect blonde family with the cracks she couldn't see.
Quinn leans her head on Mercedes's shoulder and laces their fingers together. She smells Mercedes's shampoo, mellow and sweet, and she shuts her eyes. It's been six months since she kissed Mercedes back, and she still loves that smell, loves to run her hands through Mercedes's glossy hair, to rest her fingers on the curve of Mercedes's hips. She loves Mercedes more than she should, she thinks. Quinn is good at falling fast. Maybe that's why she's etched this one last boundary.
"I know dating isn't about sex, and sex isn't dating," Mercedes says, and Quinn doesn't have to look to know she's rolling her eyes in exasperated affection for the originators of that statement. She feels the same way about Santana and Brittany most of the time. "But it would be nice, you know. I really-- I want to be with you that way. And I think you do too."
Quinn wavers. "I was going to wait," she begins. Mercedes shakes her head firmly and Quinn has to sit up. She still lets their laced fingers rest in Mercedes's lap.
"You said that, sugar, but it didn't last. And I want to do this without guilt, without resisting and resisting and finally talking you into it. That's not right. It wasn't right when Puck did it, and I'm not going to do the same thing," Mercedes answers. Puck hadn't really tried to talk Mercedes into sex, since their relationship was little better than farce, but she knows the way that Puck operates. She's heard the flippant way that Quinn blows him off in public ("I felt fat," Quinn says, and Mercedes feels a twinge), but she's also heard the way that Quinn says it when her head is pressed to Mercedes's chest, their legs intertwined, and the way her voice shakes when she wonders about resisting temptation.
"O-oh," Quinn manages.
"And it's still sex, even if it's two girls," Mercedes says. She leans in and brushes Quinn's ear with her lips. "So you can't think of it like that. It means something. We don't need in-out, in-out, boom, for it to be real," she says, rocking her free hand back and forth. Quinn can't help it; she laughs. She starts giggling helplessly, leaning into Mercedes and clutching at her arm with both hands. It's the kind of laugh that almost dissolves into tears, but Quinn doesn't give in. She lets the lump in her chest dissolve until all that's left is Mercedes, Mercedes laughing along with her because she can't resist Quinn's mirth. Mercedes has been there always, ever since she let her in. And maybe she wouldn't have dreamed of this a year ago, but that doesn't matter anymore. Dreams can change.
"Are you sure? I saw a really interesting strap-on in one of the catalogs I found under your brother's bed," Quinn says. She's falling sideways into Mercedes's lap and she's amazed, she's always amazed by how well two women fit together. She'd always expected it to feel wrong, given the way that she was raised, but they really are a perfect fit.
Mercedes waggles a hand at her. "Girl, all I need, I got right here. Maybe when we're ready for the advanced class."
"Are we done talking?" Quinn asks, with a roll of her eyes, shifting herself deftly into Mercedes's lap. She puts her arms around Mercedes's shoulders and smiles.
"I guess," Mercedes answers, "we can resort to body language."
They kiss and press together and Quinn can feel a warmth that makes her toes curl in satisfaction, and they're not even naked yet. Yet.
But maybe they will be soon. And Quinn will like that too.
(The thing about chastity is, it's kinda boring. And Quinn Fabray is never going to be boring again.
Mercedes Jones never was in the first place.)
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Quinn is good at falling fast. Maybe that's why she's etched this one last boundary.
this line was like a kick in the gut but a lot less damaging. just. so much impact, ahhhh. thank you for sharing \o/
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but anyway good job love to see you write more of them if you do ^_^
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Thank you very much, I'll be sure to post it if I do.
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Bravo for being first and bravo for this fic! You got the progression of their relationship across really well, and I loved your prose style :D
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This was so sweet. The last few lines, like icing on the cake. Very awesome.
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I love your Mercedes, especially. Best girlfriend ever!
This pairing needs more love. I'm so glad you wrote this.
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