Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.

Warning: Contains depictions of consensual f/f and f/f/f sex.

A/N: Book II of 'Music, Rainbows, and Black Lace.'

I woke up to a dry mouth and a slight headache - my first ever hangover. It wasn't as bad as I'd heard it could be, but it wasn't pleasant either. I opened my eyes to a room that was thankfully dimly lit, with the drapes still shut against the bright and unforgiving California sunshine. My eyes were sore nonetheless, and I groaned as I realised I'd slept with my contacts in. Forcing my vision to focus on the digital clock beside the bed, I saw that it was almost eleven. 11am! This was the latest I'd slept in a very long time. Shifting in the bed to look around the room, I felt the unfamiliar sensation of satin sheets against my naked skin, and the events of last night suddenly came back to me. Ohmigod! Last night! With the dancing and the drinking, and the Jade and the Cat and the sex! The wild lesbian threesome sex we'd had all night long in this very bed! What the chiz?! What had we done?! What had I done?! Had that actually happened, or was it all a weird, messed-up erotic nightmare that I'd had after drinking one too many midoris and listening to too much out-and-proud-bisexual-popstar music?

But no, I really was laying naked in Jade West's bed. And the pleasant aching in my limbs and other parts of my body told me that yes, I really had had sex last night. And not just a little bit - lots and lots of sex… With Cat… And Jade…

Oh. My. God.

I sat up quickly, much to the annoyance of my sore head, and scanned the room for the other two. But they were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was closed, and the door leading from the bedroom to the hallway was ajar. I could just smell the aroma of bacon and toast coming from the kitchen downstairs.

My clothes from last night lay neatly folded on a chair nearby, and my half-drunk bottle of water sat on the stand beside the bed, along with a couple of white tablets. I picked up the water and gratefully took a few long swallows, the semi-cool liquid soothing my dry throat.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Jade walked out into the bedroom, shrouded in a plume of fragrant-smelling steam. She was already dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but her hair was still damp from the shower, falling about her neck and shoulders in gentle waves as she patted the glossy black locks with a towel. Suddenly shy, I pulled the sheets up to my neck with one hand as she looked over at me. Bereft of its usual dark make-up, her face was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I see Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up and join us," she teased, but the comment was free of the usual venom she injected into her verbal barbs. "Shower's all yours Vega. Plenty of fresh towels in there." She nodded towards the tablets on the bedside stand. "Some aspirin if you need it. Cat put some leather conditioner on your leggings, so they should be alright. She's downstairs making breakfast now if you're interested." And with that, she dropped the towel on a nearby chair and headed out the door without another word or glance at me.

I stared stupidly after her for a moment, my mind trying to figure out if that was the normal way frenemies spoke to each other the morning after having wild lesbian threesomes. Never having been a part of any wild lesbian threesomes (until last night! what the chiz?!), I didn't really have a frame of reference to go by.

I gave up thinking about it, quickly swallowed down the aspirin with another mouthful of water, and slid out of bed. I gathered my toiletries and some fresh clothes from my overnight bag, then headed into the bathroom.

I managed to prise out my contact lenses, then hopped in the shower. The hot water soothed my tight muscles, but at the same time made me aware of the stinging scratches and bite-marks dotted over my body. Looking at myself in the mirror after I got out of the shower, I could see a few bruises and hickies forming. My lip was swollen and tender where Jade had bitten me. God. Me and Jade. The things I'd let her do… But I'd wanted her to do them. Just like I'd wanted Cat to do the things she did. And I'd done plenty in return to both of them.

As I studied my reflection, scenes from last night replayed themselves over and over in my mind, a montage of images and sensations and emotions. It was surreal - a part of me still couldn't believe that it had actually happened, like it was some sort of dream. But no, the evidence was written all over my body - I, Tori Vega, had had sex with Cat and Jade. And it had been good.

I shook myself out of my daydreaming and finished up in the bathroom, then headed back into Jade's bedroom to gather my stuff. Padding tentatively down the stairs, I made my way into the kitchen. The sight that met me was unexpectedly normal. Cat and Jade sat at the table, eating breakfast. I'm not sure what exactly I had been expecting. Again, no frame of reference - my previous experiences of sex with my boyfriends had been restricted to quick and inelegant fumblings in parked cars or in bedrooms whilst parents and siblings were out. There had never been an opportunity to 'stay the night.' Which I guess had always helped avoid the 'morning after' awkwardness I was feeling right now.

Cat looked up as I entered, and beamed. "Morning Tori! I made breakfast. Want some?" Jade simply glanced in my direction, then went back to eating.

"Umm…" I had a sudden flashback to Cat's smiling face buried between my thighs, and blushed hotly. How could they just calmly sit there and eat breakfast like that after last night?! I needed to get out of there. "Actually, I have to go. I have umm… schoolwork to do. And I need to go home. To do that. So umm… bye!" I turned tail and all but ran out of Jade's front door, then started hurrying along the streets back to my place. I considered calling Trina or my Mom to come pick me up, but I didn't want to face them at the moment, as they would inevitably ask me how my night was. I also didn't like the idea of having to hang around out the front (or inside, gulp!) of Jade's house any longer. So I decided to just walk it. It was a bit of a distance, up and down the hills, but I thought it might give me a chance to clear my head a bit. All it succeeded in doing was making me tired, hot, sweaty, and thirsty again, since I hadn't brought any water with me. At least the painkillers were kicking in, and I couldn't feel my various aches and pains anymore.

I finally arrived home and managed to get past my Mom and sister without them noticing anything was wrong. After that it was another shower, followed by another bottle of water. Then I lay down on my bed in my most comfortable sweats, and tried to calm the chaotic whirl of thoughts going through my mind. Hoping a distraction might help, I started up the music on my Pearphone, setting the playlist to random. The first song that came on was 'C'mon' by Kesha, and I immediately had a flashback to me and Cat dancing last night to 'Die Young,' just before… it… had happened. I glared at my phone, cursing Kesha. "This is all your fault, you know! I should never have let you influence me!" I skipped to the next song, then groaned a second later when Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl' started. "Come on! Really! Soo not helping!" I stabbed at the touchscreen to turn the music off, wondering when exactly my playlist had become so lesbian. I tried to remember if I'd ever put any Tatu on there… Resigning myself to having to do without the inspiration of my favourite pop singers, I lay there in silence and tried to make sense of it all.

Long before I could get even a little bit of it to make sense, I fell asleep amidst visions of mischievous brown eyes framed by bright red hair, and black lace upon the palest of snow white skin.