Hey guys quite a few of you wanted a sequel to the bet so here it is. Don't own anything so don't sue me. UN bated. Still not very good at writing this kind of thing so go easy on me let me know if I should continue. Read and review. Enjoy.
"How dare you say that I can't go without sex for one day." Rachel all but screamed at her wife.
"Because it's true baby, don't take this the wrong way but you're kind of a sex addict and I mean that in the best way possible." Quinn said back defending herself.
"I can hold out just as long as you can." Rachel muttered back.
"What did you just say? You could hold out as long as me." She laughed at the divas statement.
"Well it's true I could, and stop laughing at me it's not funny." She said showing her frustration at the blonde chef.
"Baby you can't last one day without it so just drop the subject already." Quinn said back now getting bored with the conversation that started when Brittney mentioned that Santana was the addict in their relationship and Quinn said that Rachel was addict in Quinn and Rachel's relationship, and the diva became slightly offended at the statement and insisted that she could last just as long as Quinn could without sex.
"You think so do you because I can last just as long as you, if not longer." She huffed out.
"Oh really is that a challenge?" Quinn asked with a raised eyebrow.
"YOU know what it is and I can't wait to wipe that smug look of your face, you win one bet and you think you're so strong but you what I can last just as long as you." She jeered out.
"Baby, don't put yourself through that torture." Quinn said.
"It won't be torture for me coz we will see who caves first and it isn't going to be me. There will be rules and whoever is caught breaking them will instantly lose by default of breaking the rules." She said back in a huff and walked out of the room only to return a few moments later with sharpie and a piece of paper and sat down at the dining table and began writing.
No masturbation at all.
Sexy talk is aloud at all times.
No sexting during work hours.
Any or no types of clothing allowed during the duration of the bet.
The bet will not be over until one of said a parties cave.
No public humiliation allowed.
No blackmail.
Kissing and fornicating is allowed if the other person doesn't mind.
Spooning is allowed.
If one has an orgasm she loses the bet.
No lying allowed.
Playing with yourself is allowed as long as you don't get off.
Both women agreed to the rules and they would start immediately. Rachel put the set of rules on the fridge door, and then stripped out of her clothes determined to win the bet this time and smack that stupid smirk of her wife's face.
Quinn watched as Rachel disposed of her clothes and couldn't help but smirk at the divas antics, she was going to win because there was no way in hell that Rachel could last as long as she could.