Rachel had the worse rattling headache. The pain started from the bridge of her left brow and pulsed to the back of her head into an agonizing jackhammer. She rolled on to her back with a grunt where she felt the warmth of another body. Squinting through bleary eyes, Rachel looked over her shoulder to see Quinn lightly snoring and curled on her side. She rubbed her eyes and blinked. A creak from the left corner of the room sounded. Santana stood in the doorway, dressed in red lace lingerie.
"Santana?"
Rachel rubbed her sore head. She yanked back the quilt and the chill of morning air touched her legs. She looked herself over to find she was clad in underwear, but she had on an entirely different t-shirt.
"What," She said, struggling to push herself up to sit against the headboard.
"Be quiet," Santana whispered. "Do you want to wake Quinn?"
They gazed at the bed. Quinn whimpered before turning over to her stomach and dozed off. Rachel could only see a slender pale arm peek out from the quilt and a bush of wild blonde hair. She took her time to get out of bed to avoid waking Quinn. She took a short glimpse around the room, but couldn't find her dress, except her pumps by the door.
"Come on, we're making breakfast," Santana said, rushing over and took Rachel by the wrist.
"But, my clothes," She said, frowning as she was led out into the hallway.
Santana chuckled. "We're in a shit ton of trouble, because of last night. At this point it might help you by exposing yourself."
"What?"
Santana entered the kitchen. The drip of the coffeemaker on the counter whizzed. She pulled out a knife and a cutting board, before placing a mix of fruits from the fruit basket.
"Do you not remember what happened," She asked, placing an apple in the center of the board and chopped it into cubes. "Are you okay with fruit salad? Quinn and I haven't went shopping, yet to buy your vegan food."
"How did you know?"
Santana scoffed and glanced over her shoulder saying, "How do you think? We tell each other everything."
The apple chunks were pushed to the side of the board. Rachel took a seat at the table, trying to shake herself of the haze from the excessive drinking.
"What did you mean we're in trouble?"
Santana laughed. She chopped a whole banana and a handful of strawberries before tossing it into a bowl. The coffeemaker let out one last hiss and beeped. She left the counter, heading toward the fridge and Rachel flinched, her eyes drawn to Santana's hips.
"Take a picture dwarf," Santana said, laughing.
Rachel gulped and brushed her fingers through her hair.
"We screwed up. We weren't supposed to get 'wild orgy' drunk. Quinn's going to be pissed." Santana said, handing Rachel a cutting board, knife, and the basket of fruits. "So, we, you and I, are going to feed her to appease her."
"Um, what happened?"
Santana grinned.
"You were so wasted," She said, returning to the counter to set out three mugs.
"Did we...um," She asked.
"Fuck?" Santana said, grinning as she watched Rachel flinch. "Nah, Quinn made sure of that."
Rachel pressed a hand to her heated cheek. The cup of coffee was placed in front of her. She focused at the task at hand and gathered a pear from the basket. Her hand steadily cutting it into chunks. The tick of the burner emitted into the kitchen. Santana placed a pan on top and poured pancake mix into a bowl.
"Then why are you in lingerie?"
"I'm always prepared. Quinn likes it that way, just a tip," Santana said, cracking an egg onto the pan. "Down to fuck is my motto."
The knife in Rachel's hand faltered. She heard Santana laugh and continued to chop the fruits. She finished and got up to retrieve a bowl to toss them in. Looking over to the stove, Santana was done cooking scrambled eggs and was flipping over a pancake from another pan. The burner with the eggs was cleared and Santana put an entire pack of bacon on top. The burners were turned off once the bacon was finished and Rachel got herself a fork. She scooped up an apple. Santana filled a mug with coffee and strutted toward the table.
"Santana."
They turned around to see Quinn standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. She entered in only a skirt and bra. Rachel gulped. Santana had put down a mug and plate when Quinn reached the table and gave Santana a firm smack on her ass. She grinned, raising a brow as Santana peered over her shoulder.
"For last night," She said, with a wink.
Santana smiled, biting her bottom lip and leaned down. They shared a slow kiss and Quinn grabbed her again, followed after with another smack. Santana whimpered.
"Come sit and eat San."
With a pout, she pulled out a chair from across Rachel. She had picked up another spoon of fruit when she glanced up and caught sight of the erection through Santana's panties. A sharp gag emitted and Rachel was hunched over the table coughing. Santana's face split into a wide grin.
"Ha!"
Quinn slid over a cup of coffee, which Rachel took and gulped it down. A few more coughs and a pat from Quinn on her back, Rachel was wheezing and trying to get her breathing under control. She turned to Rachel.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" She glanced between both women and let out a deep breath. "I mean I...I'm way too hungover for this."
"He has that affect on people," Santana said, glancing down to her crotch.
Rachel's jaw tightened and her brow arched.
"Y-You call it a boy," She whispered.
"Yep, Satan's Staff."
The spoon dropped from Rachel's hand and her jaw unhinged.
"I got a name for every inch," Santana said, smirking.
"That's enough San. She'll get a heart attack," Quinn said.
Santana burst into a fit of laughter.
"We all drank a little too much last night," Quinn said, side glancing at Santana. "Some more than others."
She served herself a heap of bacon first. She looked into the mug of coffee and frowned. Santana slid over a small picture of milk. When Quinn's plate was stacked she took a sip of her coffee. Rachel decided to spend the remainder of breakfast, staring into her bowl of fruit as it was the only safest place to look with everyone at the table being partly naked. She could feel Santana's eyes on her and the gleaming smile she had. Rachel felt the heat of her blush creep into her cheekbones.
"You're leaving so soon," Santana said, entering the bedroom as Rachel slipped on her heels.
She managed to find her dress in Quinn's closet and was trying to work out the wrinkles from last night, using her hands.
"Kurt's been calling me all morning and it's already noon."
She let out a groan and left the ends of her dress alone. Santana stepped closer, smiling and studying Rachel. Her eyes glimmered a more peaceful glow. Rachel froze, feeling her hand on her shoulder and turned around.
"Quinn will be disappointed," She said, using her left hand to curl a finger under Rachel's chin. "I have to say I will be too."
"I have work tomorrow and Kurt is freaking out because I never answered his calls," Rachel said. "I'd like to stay and I really enjoyed breakfast, but-"
Santana hooked her by the waist and dragged her in. The kiss was warm and steady. A complete opposite of last night and Rachel felt her shoulders drop. She stepped back, panting and awestruck.
"You know she's waiting for you to make the first move," Santana whispered, staring at Rachel's plump bottom lip before leaning down for another kiss.
"What?"
Santana grinned, placing a kiss on Rachel's neck. She heard her sigh and latch an arm around her neck.
"Quinn isn't going to sleep with you until you do something," Santana kissed the grove above Rachel's clavicle and chuckled when she whimpered. "Take her on a date. I know you're dying from lady blue balls, especially after last night."
Rachel scoffed, fighting a smile.
"Santana."
"I'm serious. I don't blame you though. Have you seen Q's ass?"
Rachel laughed.
"I have a few pics of it that I can send you later if you'd like?"
"I shower for a few minutes and Santana is trying to get you naked," Quinn said, standing in the doorway in a towel. "I hate how your trick to make me jealous is working."
Santana chuckled and walked away. She stood beside Quinn and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Actually Quinn, I was hoping you'd come," Rachel said, watching her stalk through the room.
"Really?"
She yanked Quinn down into a firm and hungry kiss. Santana watched Rachel, with an arched brow when they parted. Quinn scoffed.
"So not fair that you're leaving now," She said, with a frown. "I just finished taking a cold shower."
"I'm gonna shower," Santana said, picking up a towel on her way out of the room.
"I'll walk you to the door."
Quinn took a hold or Rachel's arm. They paused at the threshold.
"Quinn, I wanted to," Rachel said, swaying back and averted her gaze to the ground. "Will you go on a date with me? I'm free Monday night."
Quinn smiled and said, "I'd love to."
Rachel grinned.
"Okay Monday night at my place. Seven o'clock."
Quinn dipped down to place a short kiss on Rachel's lips.
"I'll see you Monday."
Rachel let out a soft sigh and left. The sensation of the kiss, causing her arms to shiver.
Rachel's shift at Spotlight ended at noon. The only thought since she left was to raid her closet for tomorrow night and then sleep. The effects of Friday's partying left her hazy, but the headache was gone.
"Kurt, I need another favor," She said, entering the loft. "I can't - Santana?"
Sitting at the table, with her legs crossed and a devilish smile in place, was Santana and across from her was Kurt. Rachel looked between the two twice, trying to buy time to figure out where to start.
"What's going on?"
Santana got to her feet.
"We're going shopping."
"W—Wha- "
Rachel was dragged out the door with little time to process.
"Wait Santana, I'm still in my uniform from my shift!"
She glanced over her shoulder.
"I'll buy you an outfit when we get there."
Inside the elevator Rachel's phone buzzed.
Kurt
You're right. The other one is gorgeous!
Rachel leaned against the wall with a sigh. She stuffed her phone back into her bag and glanced at Santana, who had been watching her.
"Oh quit pouting. It's tempting. Besides, you'll thank me when you get into Quinn's pants tomorrow night," Santana said, leaning forward and curled her hand around Rachel's hip. "Just know when I get a turn you're gonna wish it happened sooner."
The elevator dinged and she exited. Rachel hesitated, trying to push away her racing thoughts of her and Santana.
"Let's go midget. We don't have much time."
"I thought you said we were going to get an outfit."
Rachel glanced through the row of clothes and Santana took a hold of her wrist.
"We are."
"This is a lingerie store!"
Santana took a set off the rack and turned around with a scowl. She thrusted it into Rachel's chest and walked down the next rack.
"I'm doing you a favor."
"You're a little too enthusiastic to get me laid," Rachel said, scoffing.
"As much as I will love banging you, and I will. This isn't really about me. Quinn wants this and I like seeing her happy."
Santana sorted through a few articles of lingerie, while Rachel stood to the side, her hand tucked under her chin and her left arm crossed over her chest. She peeked between looking at the shoppers that passed and down to her feet with a blush on her cheeks.
"Quit being virginal and put the damn panties on and lets see," Santana said, with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh my god," Rachel yelped, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Can you not tell my business to the public?"
"No one is here. Come on."
Rachel didn't budge and with a groan Santana took her forearm and yanked her to the fitting room. She was shoved into a room with a pile of clothing in her arms then the door slammed.
Santana looked down at the time on her phone for the second time and stretched back into the couch with a grunt. She approached the fitting room and knocked on the door.
"Let's go Rachel," She said, pressing closer to the door.
"No," Rachel said. "I'm not coming out!"
Santana sighed and crossed her arms over her chest with a frown.
"You either come out, or I'll come in," She said.
The lock clicked and the door was pulled back. Santana closed the door behind her and spotted Rachel to the right, trying to cover her stomach and chest.
"Are you serious right now," Santana asked, stepping forward. "We're gonna do the hanky panky eventually and you're not naked."
"This pair is see-through!"
"Quinn loves lace."
Santana looked Rachel over, nodding for her to continue. They spent three more seconds exchanging glances and Rachel shrinking back not willing to give in. When Santana's stubbornness wasn't going to fade and aware that she wasn't going to leave, Rachel dropped her arms with a huff. Santana's posture straightened and she smiled. The pair was a white lace with boy shorts, underwire bra, both were thin and left little to hide. Santana's gaze paused at Rachel's chest, seeing dusky brown nipples poke through. A thumb brushed along Santana's bottom lip.
"This will have her stripping you naked in 30 seconds or less," She grinned, her eyes still drawn to Rachel's top."
Santana headed toward the door.
"Try on the other sets then we'll go."
The door slammed shut and Rachel exhaled. Santana was enjoying this way too much.
Santana didn't stick around once she dropped Rachel off. They settled on an outfit Santana guaranteed would make Quinn speechless. Then Rachel had the rest of the day to herself, which she wanted to spend sleeping, having been exhausted from an early shift and a four hour shopping spree. The following morning, Rachel awoke to fresh coffee and laughter. She stretched and groaned, getting out of bed and yawned upon entering the hall. She followed the chatter.
"Uh...what is going on?" Rachel rubbed the sleep from her eyes, blinking a few times before settling on to Santana.
"Santana stopped by an hour ago and waited for you. She made me breakfast," Kurt said, gathering a plate from the cabinets. "You missed it. I ate everything."
Rachel stood for a moment, but when her stomach growled and the smell of coffee grew stronger she caved. Santana smiled as she settled in a chair across from her and Kurt had given her a cup of coffee and a bagel with butter.
"Are you going to tell me now what you're doing here," Rachel said, taking a sip of her coffee. "I know you didn't come here to make my roommate breakfast."
"I still have on more favor before the date."
She put both sides of her bagel together and took a bite.
"When you're done get dressed. It's going to be another long day."
Rachel came out from her room without a shirt.
"I thought we were done finding an outfit?"
"We are, but I'm going to need ingredients to make tonight's dinner. You can thank me later, being that if you touched a stove it would explode."
Rachel frowned, her brows arched up in question.
"How did you know I can't cook?"
Santana broke into a smile and said, "Kurt told me."
With a grunt, Rachel entered her room.
It took an hour to finish shopping. But Rachel trusted Santana to prepare dinner and have time for dessert and she couldn't ask Kurt. He was out for the night on a date.
"What are you going to cook?"
Santana glanced over her shoulder from the stove. She tied an apron around her back before turning on the burner.
"Quinn's favorite," She said, slicing a piece of butter and tossing it into the pan. "Mushroom sausage Ragu. I have no idea how it's going to turn out with the vegan ingredients."
She took a handful of shiitake mushrooms and started to slice them. Rachel picked up the bottle of red wine from the table, reading the label. Santana looked back at her with a grin.
"This will all get Quinn in your panties in no time."
Rachel scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm not completely incapable of closing the deal on my own, you know," She complained.
"Yeah, well, after I make dinner it's all on you. So don't mess it up. Should be easy." She stirred her spoon through the pot, mumbling. "I'm going to be so unimpressed if you don't get her into bed."
"Is this exactly how you got her to date you?"
"Nah, the first time we dated we slept together and did that at least seven more times before we made anything official," Santana said, chuckling as she added a tablespoon of olive oil to the pot. "Although, our official date as a couple we also ate after we banged."
"Did you two did anything right?"
Santana let out another laugh.
"When I first met Quinn she was more sexually frustrated than a jack rabbit and a closet gay, plus I don't blame her I mean look at me." The pot sizzled as sausages and morel mushrooms were tossed in, followed by water chestnuts.
"She doesn't seem like the type," Rachel said. "She's so collected and confident."
"She was a different girl before she went to high school and met me in her senior year. She's still not gonna initiate anything and you're gonna need a shove to get any lady loving tonight. That's why I brought the wine and after dinner you will be watching a movie which I've picked before I showed up at your place this morning." Santana gave her a coy smile. "Netflix n' chill?"
Rachel cringed.
"Do you have to make me sound desperate?"
"Aren't you," Santana said, grinning as she watched Rachel's frown deepen. "Come on, I'm dying to have you tied up and spanked. You can't lie to me and say you haven't been waiting for this."
Rachel shifted toward the edge of her chair and deeply inhaled. It took her a moment to settle down the flare of desire in her stomach as she pictured her time spent with Quinn, kneeling and begging to have her dominate her. It's been a year since she's had sex, let alone been tied up. Rachel let out a short cough.
"Thought so," Santana laughed.
Santana left thirty minutes before Quinn arrived. Rachel had been fiddling over the stove, trying to fill their bowls when the doorbell went off. She raced through the living room and combed a hand through her hair before opening the door.
"For you," Quinn said, handing Rachel a rose.
Rachel felt her face stretch into a beaming smile as she trailed after Quinn. She paused at the kitchen, taking a deep breath and sighed. She turned to Rachel.
"It smells amazing in here," Quinn said, taking a seat at the nearest chair.
Rachel had found a spare vase underneath the kitchen sink and dropped it in. She joined Quinn at the table and served the wine first. The ragu was served next and Rachel settled in a chair across from Quinn.
"You look beautiful," Quinn commented. "I hope Santana wasn't too much of a handful. She's been antsy since our night at the club."
Rachel let out a tiny chuckle and took a sip of her wine.
"A handful is putting it lightly," She said.
A pause washed between them as they enjoyed the first three spoonfuls of their ragu. Rachel's hand quivered as she picked up her wine a second time and took two long gulps. She noticed the flicker of Quinn's emerald and golden eyes on her over the rim of the cup. The edges of her mouth curled up into a thin smile.
"Do I make you nervous Rachel?"
She sucked in a faint puff of air. Her right hand remained tied around the stem of the cup. Quinn kept her soft smile, waiting.
"You're stunning and- All I can think of is how your lips felt on mine and how badly I that again"
Quinn came to her side and pulled Rachel from her chair. She tugged her forward, pressing Rachel's hips to hers. Rachel released a gasp before her lips pressed against Quinn's. Rachel's hands glided up Quinn's forearms and she whimpered when Quinn's left hand cupped her rear from underneath her skirt. A finger found the edge of Rachel's boy shorts and yanked at the leg hole before pushing it aside. Rachel's body jolted and her chest curved inward to Quinn. The smack of their lips sounded as the kiss ended and Rachel was gasping.
"So much for a movie," She whispered, her hands wrapped around Quinn's neck.
"I don't think I could wait till after a movie for this," Quinn said, chuckling.
Rachel moaned, feeling Quinn's hands grip the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She halted for a moment, realizing that the bra Rachel wore was sheer. Quinn scoffed.
"Remind me to thank Santana," She said.
Rachel found the tab of her zipper on her thigh and pulled it down just as Quinn hooked a finger into her skirt. It dropped to the floor and she was quick to find the clasp of Rachel's bra next.
"Bedroom," She gasped, managing to take a hold of Quinn's wandering hands.
Quinn allowed herself to be directed through the house, passed the kitchen and down the hall. Rachel's room was on the left and they stumbled inside, their lips connected, and Quinn unhooking the clasp. Rachel watched the bra sink to the floor and she yelped as she stumbled back onto her bed. Quinn took the moment to remove her pencil skirt and undo the buttons to her blouse. Rachel shifted to use her elbows to prop herself up. she watched Quinn take off her heels then her own. She strut to the edge of the bed and Rachel grabbed her collar and pulled her down. Quinn was quick to find her wrist and push Rachel flat on her back. She looked into blown dark orbs and Rachel bit her bottom lip as she shivered. Quinn shook her head.
"Rope?"
Rachel whimpered. Quinn arched a brow.
"Closet. Top shelf."
Quinn spotted it in the corner and turned around, examining the material.
"Strip," She said, her eyes still on the rope.
Rachel removed her underwear and fought against another chill as she waited. Satisfied with the quality, Quinn approached the bed and took a hold of Rachel's ankles. She positioned her legs to fold up and the bottom of her feet pressed flat on the bed.
"Hands behind your back," She said, running the tip of her finger along the length of Rachel's thigh. "Are you familiar with this position?"
She watched Rachel shake her head.
"I was tied to the headboard flat down only," Rachel said, watching Quinn wrap the rope around her thigh first.
"It's my favorite knot," Quinn said, wrapping Rachel's calf and moved to the next leg. "It's called frogtied."
The rope crossed between Rachel's breast into a large X and curled underneath before reaching back and binding her wrist together. She bit her lip to contain her groan as Quinn finished the last knot. She shifted and couldn't stop the next whimper when she realized her legs were bound together and left immobile with her center exposed to Quinn's view. She stayed at the foot of the bed, arms crossed and grinning as she looked Rachel over.
"I don't gag during the first play, especially when I use rope," Quinn said. "The safe word is softball. Are you okay?"
Rachel whimpered as she nodded. Quinn wedged herself between Rachel's thighs, reaching down to kiss her exposed shoulder and move to her neck. She shook as Quinn's hands glided down her thighs.
"Q – Quinn," She panted.
Rachel sighed as their lips met again in a slower more tender kiss. She felt Quinn's tongue slip through her lips and moaned. Her right hand cupped Rachel's breast and brushed her thumb against her nipple. The kiss ended and Quinn licked down Rachel's neck, making her way to an erect nipple and wrapped her lips around it.
"Oh fu-please Quinn?"
She released the hardened nipple and ran her right hand down Rachel's flexing stomach and up the inner side of her thigh. Quinn grinned, watching Rachel gasp and shake. She reached in for quick kiss as her hand traveled down her leg and she watched Rachel arch and cry as her thumb pushed through the folds of her center.
"Fuck!"
Quinn chuckled and sealed her lips against Rachel's. She moaned as a tempo started. She captured Rachel's bottom lip, sucking for a moment and bit down as she pulled away. Rachel wiggled against the bed, desperate for more contact.
"Look at you. You're beautiful," Quinn huffed, darting her tongue out to lick Rachel's bottom lip.
She pulled her thumb out, sucking up the fluid that coated it and made her way down Rachel's body. She settled between Rachel's thighs and licked her left thigh. She watched the muscle flex at the touch.
"P—Please I," Rachel flinched as Quinn's thumb and forefinger pushed apart the folds of her center.
The contact of Quinn's tongue stroking against her clit had left Rachel a whimpering mess. The touch was soft, before Quinn licked again, more firm and slower. Rachel felt her legs shake and tighten.
"Quinn!"
She let out a huff of air as she felt Quinn's tongue lash out and push through the silk walls of her center. Rachel yelped, her back arched and her head tilted up toward the ceiling. The contact of Quinn's tongue brushing against velvet walls, left her a trembling mess of moans. She struggled to open her eyes several times, before settling down between her legs where the blonde of Quinn's hair peeked through. She pulled away and Rachel groaned, trying to calm her chest as it heaved and swelled.
"W—What?"
Quinn smiled, her lips glistening. She scooted up, keeping herself placed between her legs. Rachel reached up, eager to have Quinn's lips again. She placed a finger along Rachel's lip, chuckling as she felt Rachel's tongue press against her finger. She pulled her hand back, keeping it on Rachel's thigh and closed the space between them. Rachel was a shaking and wet when she felt Quinn's lips on her again. The feel of her tongue and the brush of warm lips was overwhelming. Rachel squirmed and backed away as a cry pushed passed her throat. Looking down through half-opened eyes, she saw Quinn's two fingers inside her, starting a steady pace.
"F—Fuck. Quinn!"
A sharp slap burned through her left thigh and Rachel moaned. She bit her lip, struggling to keep her eyes open as the pain washed through her into a comforting burn. The speed of Quinn's hand increased and she let out a yell of pleasure, her eyes clenched shut and her chin pointed up. The tip of Quinn's finger pressed against her clit, rubbing it as her right hand continued to thrust.
"Oh sh—shit! Please I—I..."
"What is it," Quinn said, kissing Rachel's knee. "Do you want to cum?"
Rachel nodded and frowned when the pressure on her clit disappeared. Quinn used her left hand to pinch her nipple. She let out a yelp.
"Yes! I—I want...oh please?"
"Go ahead," Quinn demanded.
She twisted Rachel's left nipple before pulling it and letting it go. She smiled, enjoying the way Rachel yelled and squirmed. She moved her way back down, pressing the tip of her tongue back on to Rachel's clit and she cried out as the rush of her orgasm hit her. Quinn continued to lick, moving to clean up any of her release and stood up to remove her blouse then her underwear. Rachel laid back, panting and staring into the ceiling in a daze. She felt the rope loosen and Quinn discarded it on the floor. The bed sunk and Quinn laid beside Rachel, pushing away pieces of brown hair from her eyes.
"Oh my god," Rachel gasped, giggling as she turned to Quinn.
She placed a chaste kiss to Rachel's tender and swollen lips.
"Oh, we're far from done."