Story: I'm Not Your Rebound

Pairings: Beth Corcoran/Lea Michele, Rachel/Quinn

Disclaimers: Still Don't Own These Characters, Real or Imagined. All for Non Profit fun. No animals were harmed during the production of this story.

Ratings: M

A/N: The Red Sox Are going to the World Series! 'Nuff Said. Oh, and there is some angst coming soon. The title of this story had a point...sorry.

Chapter: The Lull...

"What goes up, must come down."

-Sir Isaac Newton

It was a crazy, wonderful time for the young actresses; critical acclaim; working in a wonderful situation with people you call your friends and your family; the lucky happenstance of actually wanting to come to work every day…

Oh, and, of course: mind blowing, heart-stopping, sexual gratification on a nearly daily basis.

It would seem that once Beth got her sea legs, there was no stopping her. She wanted to have sex, all the time. As if making up for years of unintentional abstinence would be palliated by ruining another set of sheets with the diminutive TV actress. Lea was her real life, in-the-flesh, sex toy; and honestly, there were days when Lea felt like her parts had been rearranged by Beth the night before.

She was kind of insatiable.

It took Beth the next seven days, after they first had sex, to convince Lea that she had been a virgin the night of the fluffy pink towel encounter. As it evolved, their lovemaking became more consuming, and Beth was rarely satisfied with "one." That word, "one," would not seem to appear to be not present in her vocabulary...ever. She demanded sex again, and again, and would fuck Lea even past the point of exhaustion on nights they had the next day off.

Usually, they would start with a conventional round, lots of touching, feeling, gentle kissing; and usually Beth would go first, and Lea second. Making Lea come, however, would generally undo Beth, and she would need a quick, hard one after. Sometimes Lea strapped it on, sometimes she fisted her; but she needed Lea in her afterwards, in whatever methodology would be most rapid in endgame.

Once Beth was sated with her second, hard fuck, then her mind turned towards the researched topic "du jour," and Lea would always remark jokingly that she "dreaded the second wave." Of late, what Beth seemed to really love was anal fucking Lea, while driving into her clit with a high frequency vibrator., until Lea was wrecked. Occasionally she would beg Beth to enter her vagina, but she never would; she wanted Lea to come from her ass-penetration, only.

Of course, Lea had initially protested the idea of anal sex, as she kind of viewed it as unsanitary, truth be known. However, Beth had been very persuasive on that night, begging, cajoling, and finally wearing her down. She reassured Lea she had read a lot about it, she had invested in hypoallergenic lube, and used a lot of it on her one finger before inserting it gingerly into the pink rosette, just up to her first knuckle; Lea closed her eyes with the sensation, as Beth gently worked her way in. Lea was shocked how good it felt, and how patient Beth had been, as she massaged her female prostate. The somewhat blunted orgasm that would initially follow from that first encounter would be Lea's undoing.

Because here they were, an month later, with Beth jamming her strap on dildo that vibrated and had a ribbed underside, deep into Lea's ass, riding her from the backside. They were a mess of sweat, flesh slapping against flesh as body contact was jade and grunts, and lube mixed with saliva; Lea was on all fours, almost bearing Beth's full weight as she continued to hammer deeper and deeper into the punished orifice. Lea's anal opening had clearly done this dance many times before with the blonde thrusting above her presently, as it rested with a slight gape these days. But amazingly, Lea didn't care. She had her deepest, hardest, and longest-lasting orgasm when her ass was involved. And Beth was a fast learner: she found Lea's currency quickly. In fact, Beth had ordered a series of several butt-plugs to just leave in Lea while they had sex, so that she would come with a more intense frequency when she did have "vanilla" sex.

Initially Quinn helped Beth , by helping them stockpile their own essential sex toys through Quinn and Rachel's "toy" account. Rachel put her foot down when they now eared the "platinum club status" and were viewed as "big spenders."

Beth got an account shortly thereafter and never looked back.

And for the most part, their life outside of the bedroom was pretty great as well. It would be hard, in all fairness, for real life to be as amazing as bedroom life was; but all in all, it wasn't bad. The two small irritations that Beth had about her lover were her own issues, she realized; she tried hard to bury it.

But there they were. Firstly, she hated that Lea lived in the closet – deep in the closet. The happiness she felt in finally being in love was washed away with Lea's psychotic need to never be photographed together or claim ownership of their relationship in had a nagging feeling it came from her workplace – she couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but she felt like Lea's boss really wanted hr to be heterosexual. Which was odd, for a show that preached "be exactly who you are." That apparently did not apply to it's star.

Secondly, Lea would cheap her to death. Lea was a successful actress with a good paycheck; at the end of the day, Beth was still a college student. This was the first time she earned more than minimum wage, ever. And she knew for a fact she was drawing the smallest paycheck of any of the lead actresses, show-wide! Yet, Lea would huff when the check would come on a dinner Lea insisted on them splitting the check, despite Beth's meager reserves. She made a mental note to herself she needed to talk to Lea about it.

The above two conditions would come together in a perfect storm one night. Firstly, the show Lea worked on was nominated for some award, and the cast was asked to attend. Beth tried to bury the resentment and disappointment she felt in the fact Lea dismissed her, sort of. Lea explained that "the cast usually just attends these things together - no S.O.s. It's better publicity," and Beth tried to understand. But it did hurt, to not even be asked, after all. She was falling in love with Lea, and she wanted to be by her side for the triumphs and the disappointments.

This was also on the same day that the ugly topic of January had reared its head, again. Beth had brought up post January, and Lea would deflect by asking if she was going to fly to see her and how great that would be. No mention of reciprocity or even Lea helping financially towards the coast to coast flights. Beth thought of the idiom, "damning with faint praise."

However, as she was three knuckles deep in her lady, she buried the nagging doubt and tried to be in the moment. After all, Lea was her girl.

Wasn't she?

TBC