AN: Again, big big thanks to those who reviewed! Here's my longest chapter, yet! And just to warn ya'll there's some M rated material in here, but I'll put up markers for everyone. So, read. enjoy. review!
Sam couldn't help but scoff at the surprised yet horrified expression on Quinn's face. "What? Did you honestly think you'd be able to get away with something like this? Quinn, not only can a bunch of supernatural freaks see you, but you've started a relationship with your own charge. Do you even have any idea how many rules you've just broken right there?"
"I love him, Sam." she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "We're meant to be together."
He felt his anger subside for a moment, the sight of Quinn so obviously upset enough to make him want to forget the whole thing and focus on making her feel better.
But then he reminded himself that she didn't want him. She wanted Jacob. She was throwing everything away for stupid dog. "You're dead if you haven't forgotten." he spat out rather coldly. "There is no way you two can be together. He's alive, you're not."
Her jaw tightened in hope of quelling her already trembling bottom lip. Sure she knew Sam was just stating a fact, but she never thought he was the kind of person to just throw it in her fact like that, to intentionally hurt her.
"Then how was Jacob able to imprint on me then? Huh?" She folded her arms across her chest, her eyebrow arched.
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. That's not my area of expertise."
"Jacob says imprinting is all about the spirits choosing who a wolf is destined to be with. Tell me, who decides fate, who decides what a person's destiny is?"
He sighed. "You have to know that Heaven is entitled to making mistakes, Quinn. It's very rare, but it happens. Obviously this is a mistake."
"Jacob and I are not a mistake!" she snapped. "And how does the Council even know about us?"
She watched with wide eyes as Sam's gaze suddenly dropped to the floor. Shaking her head, she took a step back. "You? Sam, you told them?"
"After I finished collecting Harry Clearwater, I went to find you. Instead, what do I find? Your charge, who could clearly see you, confessing his love for you and then the two of you kissing!"
"How could you tell them, Sam?" she cried out, hurt and betrayed.
"You know there wasn't anything I could do!" he exclaimed. "I saw what I saw and you know there is no keeping secrets from the Council. You have to believe me, Quinn." He tried to take her hand but she recoiled from his touch. He looked deeply into her eyes. "I did everything I could, Quinn." He huffed in frustration. "But you know the Council, and especially now that they've got that little lapdog Maggie always on the prowl, she knows whenever something's up. She knows when people are lying. I had no choice but to fess up."
She could've slapped him right then and there, she was so mad. "You could've chosen not to!"
He scoffed. "Oh yeah, right. And then I'd be in serious shit too!"
"You completely threw me under the bus, Sam! I thought we were friends!"
He started shaking his head. "Oh no, don't you dare try to put the blame on me, Quinn! This whole mess is your fault. You shouldn't have gotten involved with him in the first place! You know better. You should've reported to the Council the second you realized people could see you. And you know you should've tried harder to keep the two of you from happening."
"So why hasn't the Council done anything?" she retorted, hastily wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Harry Clearwater died awhile ago and if you told them around that time…"
"They're probably taking the time to figure out what the hell they're going to do with you. No one's ever broken the rules like this before, Quinn." he replied. "But either way, don't expect to be keeping this job any while longer. They're bound to call you up at any given moment."
Her stomach dropped at the very thought. But then in that same moment, Santana popped out of nowhere, mildly making them both jump in surprise.
"Okay, what's going on?" she spun around, looking between the two of them, "Why did no one tell me about this little powwow?"
"Because it's really none of your business, Santana." Sam retorted, throwing a glare her way.
She threw him an equally, if not more terrifying, glare back his way and was about top it with a snarky remark but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Quinn's misty eyes.
Hell no.
She snapped her attention back onto Sam, ready to go for the kill. "Okay, salamander lips, my girl's got tears in her eyes and you've got five seconds to give me a good explanation why before I rip off your little balls and force feed them to you."
"I didn't do anything to her." he snapped, but taking a few steps back nevertheless.
"Aside from reporting me to the Council." Quinn muttered under her breath.
"You WHAT? Okay, that's it, angel be damned, I'm kicking your ass from here to Pluto and then back again to beat the shit out of you. Estás muerto!" Santana lunged for him, but Quinn jumped after her at the last second, holding her back.
"Santana, don't." she said with heavy sigh as she reeled Santana back to her side. "Just leave him alone. The damage is already done."
"Exactly." she spat, glaring daggers at Sam, "Which is why I have to go all ape shit on his stupid white ass."
"Okay, I'm going to leave before I find myself without my manhood." He looked at Quinn sympathetically. "I truly am sorry about this whole thing, Quinn."
"Yeah, so am I." she replied with a huff, as she was struggling to keep her hold on Santana at the moment.
"Yeah, you better get out of here, trouty mouth! Afores I end ya!"
Quinn instantly released Santana once Sam had gone, her hands flying to either side of her temple. Now what she was going to do?
"Now what are we going to do?" Santana demanded, voicing Quinn's thought before spinning around and facing her. "Damn, I can't believe that tool told on you! I mean he's been wanting to bone you for ages, he would've been like the last person in existence I'd expect to screw you over like this."
Quinn made a face at the very idea of ever knowing Sam in that way and shook her head. "Yeah, well, there's nothing we can do about it now. Sam says I'm bound to be called up by the Council soon enough and when that happens…." She drifted off, unable to even think about what was bound to happen afterward.
Santana stepped forward and clasped her right shoulder. "Well, just know that whatever goes down, Q, that I got your back."
She nodded, smiling appreciatively at her before giving her a hug. "Thanks, Santana. That means a lot."
Santana slowly pulled away and nodded. "But don't think for a second that I'm not going up there with you."
She sighed. "Santana-"
"Don't Santana me, I am going up with you when they call you. I'll act as your lawyer or something. I'll be there to defend you."
"No way." Quinn retorted, shaking her head. "I don't want you getting in trouble because of me. Just stay out of it."
She smirked. "Now when have you ever known me to just stay out of something, huh? Look," She clasped Quinn's shoulders again but this time around gave her a firm shake. "You're my girl, we're bffs, partners in crime, the Thelma and Louise of guardian angels, whatever you wanna call us. Point is: if you're going down then I'm going down too."
Quinn pulled her in for another hug, sniffling against her shoulder as tears silently slid down her cheeks. "You truly are the best friend a girl could have, Santana."
Santana patted her shoulder and smiled. "Yeah, yeah I know. I'm awesome on all sorts of levels. But don't start thanking me until after I've got you out of this mess."
Quinn pulled back and frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Santana nodded, her hands moving to her hips. "Yeah, I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but some way or another I'm getting you out of this whole mess. Even if I have to, like, sell my soul to the Devil or something."
Quinn smacked her arm, appalled. "Don't even joke about something like that, Santana."
"Ay, man! I try to help you out and you're hitting me! Unbelievable!" She turned and punched Quinn in the arm. "Jerk."
Quinn rubbed her arm and scowled, then quickly smacked Santana upside the head before hopping out fist range.
"So now what?" Santana asked. "We just…wait?"
"Looks like." Quinn replied, shaking her head. "But I've got to get back to Jacob. If the Council is planning on calling me up at any given moment, I at least want to be able to properly say goodbye to him just in case I don't get a chance to do so later."
Santana nodded. "Understandable. Just call when you need me."
"I will." she promised with a nod before disappearing off of the mountain.
She reappeared in the Cullen's front yard and quickly headed up the front steps. While she knew she had to see Jacob before it was too late, she had to speak to Esme as well. She had to at least give her the head's up just in case they never saw each other again.
Grimacing at that thought, she wrapped her hand around the doorknob only to have the door yanked open at that same moment. "Hello, Quinn." Alice greeted brightly, stepping aside before beckoning her inside. "Come on in."
"Hey, Alice." she greeted back, managing a soft smile as she walked across the threshold.
"Esme's up in her study with Carlisle." Alice explained, closing the door behind her and then leading her through the house. "And no, they're not busy doing anything. You can go up."
Quinn nodded and followed her into the living room to say a quick hello to the others. She found Emmett and Jasper playing a game of chess in the corner of the room, while Rosalie flipped through the latest issue of Vogue magazine on the sofa. Taking notice of the absent Edward, she figured he was just over at still grounded Bella's as usual.
She said hello to them all, Jasper and Emmett being kind enough to acknowledge her presence and greet her back, while Rosalie paid her no attention whatsoever.
Not wanting to be rude, she made small talk with the boys and Alice for a few minutes before she headed upstairs to see Esme.
She'd just reached the top of the stairs when the door to Esme's study opened and Carlisle walked out. "Hello, Quinn." he greeted, stepping forward and meeting her with a hug.
"Hi, Carlisle. How was work?"
"Busy as usual." he replied with a soft smile. "Esme tells me you got her to climb trees today."
"Yes, I did." she beamed, an accomplishment she was rather proud of.
He chuckled. "Well, Emmett refuses to believe it. He's been trying for years to get her to climb a tree ever since he heard our little story of how we first met."
"He just doesn't have my persuasion skills, I guess." she laughed, giving a small shrug.
"I suppose not." He nodded his head toward the door. "Esme's waiting. I just thought I'd give you two your privacy."
"Well, thank you, Carlisle." she said appreciatively, side-stepping out of his way and making her way toward the door.
Stopping in front of Esme's door, she softly tapped her knuckles against the wood. A second later, she heard Esme respond and then opened the door before stepping inside.
"Hi, honey." Esme closed the book she had been reading and pushed herself out of her chair.
Quinn closed the door behind herself and crossed the room, smiling weakly. "Hey."
Esme immediately frowned at her lackluster response. "What's wrong?"
"I have something to tell you and it's not exactly great news." she murmured, sighing when Esme pulled her in for a hug.
Keep it together, Quinn, just keep it together…
But of course she couldn't. Within seconds, she once again she found herself crying into Esme's shoulder.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, sweetie." Esme kissed the top of her head while she rubbed her back in soothing circular motions. "I'm sure whatever it is, everything will be okay."
But it most definitely wouldn't. She thought miserably, pressing her cheek against Esme's shoulder and sniffling.
After a few moments, she sighed heavily and reluctantly lifted her head. She stepped out of Esme's arms and hastily brushed away her tears before meeting her gaze. "Look, Esme…"
Quinn walked away from the Cullen house with a heavy heart. She felt absolutely awful but mainly she was disgusted with herself. How could she have been so selfish?
This whole time, why did she never bother to think about how this would affect Esme if all this went south?
She knew vampires were unable to cry, but she truly thought Esme was going to start when she had told her everything.
She could feel hot tears welling up in her own eyes again just thinking back to how heartbroken Esme had looked.
And it was all her fault just like Sam said.
Esme was now hurting because of her. And in a few moments, Jacob would be hurting just the same. Probably worse.
She was so stupid and naïve and inconsiderate, she could just kick herself.
She all but jumped at the chance to meet Esme and the Cullens without even thinking of the consequences. Sam was right, she should've known better. She was an angel for Christ's sake! What happened to them being perfect? To never making mistakes? To no flaws?
It's not like she was human anymore, so she shouldn't have worry about these kinds of trivial things anymore. She shouldn't have to strive for perfection, she should just be it…right?
Apparently not.
Despite being one of God's strongest creations, she suddenly felt so damn powerless.
Powerless and weak. Yes, that's what she was.
She should've tried harder to keep her and Jacob from happening, just like Sam said. Hell, she didn't have the strength to even try to fight the imprint. Instead she let herself cave the moment Jacob told her he loved her because that's what stupid little unloved girls do.
She had let love cloud her good judgment.
But then again…
It technically wasn't her fault that Jacob imprinted on her.
And it wasn't like she could've just denied the imprint. It would've destroyed him both mentally and physically.
Oh, stop making excuses, Fabray. At the end of the day, you fucked up.
That she did.
"Quinn."
She immediately stopped walking and spun around, no longer preoccupied in her own thoughts. "Jacob."
He stepped forward and pushed a low tree branch out of his way before stopping a few feet away from her. "Tell me it's not true."
She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat she'd gotten from all the crying feeling as though it was the size of a golf ball now. She should've realized that Jacob would have been listening in on them. Of course he had heard every word.
"Tell me that everything you told Esme was a lie." His voice caught in his throat at the end, making it hard for her to breathe properly.
She could feel herself breaking on the inside as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I can't do that."
Her gaze dropped to the ground, her eyes glazing over with a fresh batch of tears. She heard his sharp intake of breath as the words left her lips and watched as his feet moved in her line of view. She reluctantly lifted her head, but avoided making eye contact with him as she rested her right cheek against the firm surface of his chest.
She felt his body tense up as her arms slid around his waist and wrapped around his lower back. She kept her hands there, thinking he would relax against her touch, as he always did, but this time he didn't.
Taking that as a sign, she made a movement to pull away but in that split second, his arms wrapped around her and pushed her body into his, making it so that she couldn't even move her arms if she wanted to.
She couldn't help but shiver when he pressed his hot lips against her forehead and then let them linger there. His grip on her tightened. It was a good thing she wasn't human otherwise he would've broken several of her bones already.
"How long do we have?" she heard him manage out, his voice rough and strained. "Until they summon you or whatever it's called."
"Not long I imagine." she murmured, pressing her cheek further against his chest even though the fabric of his shirt was wet from her tears. "They've known about this for some time. God only knows why they've kept it to themselves for so long."
"Well don't think for a second that I'm letting you go without a fight."
She sighed heavily, shaking her head against his chest. "Jacob-"
He lifted his chin from atop of her head and reluctantly released one of his arms from around her waist so that he could get her to look at him. "I'm coming with you."
When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off. "I'm serious. No one and I mean no one, not even a bunch of old ass angels, is going to take you away from me. If they as much as touch you I will not hesitate in tearing them apart limb by limb."
She pulled away, as much as she could in the ironclad embrace he still had her in, and craned her neck back to meet his gaze. "Jacob, you can't come with me. It's physically impossible."
"Can't you just…I don't know… beam me up with you?"
A short chuckle escaped her as she shook her head sympathetically. "Jacob, you know that's not how it works. And besides, even if you could, the Council is ten times more powerful than you are. You'd be dead in a second."
His jaw tightened and let his arms drop from their place. "So what am I supposed to do, Quinn? Just wait and see if you maybe come back to me? I can't just let you go alone to something that could end up being your execution."
"But I won't be going alone. Santana will be with me. "
"That doesn't make me feel any better." His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across the surface. "Quinn, you know I can't survive without you. You can't go."
"I have to, Jacob." she choked out, raising her hand and caressing his forearm and bicep. "I can't just ignore this. If I don't go now, they'll forcibly bring me up there. I have no choice. I have to go."
"Okay, then." He nodded his head, although it lacked conviction. "But there's a chance that you'll be able to come back to me, right? They could let you off with a warning. I mean it's your first offense. You've never…" He drifted off at the expression on her face, his hand sliding down to rest on her neck.
"Jacob, I compromised every angel's existence."
"But it's not like you told people who would go blabbing about it. I'm not going to tell anyone and you know the Cullen's would never-"
She shut her eyes and shook her head. "That doesn't matter. I still went against the rules. The Council doesn't take that lightly."
His exhaled deeply, his eyes darker than usual. "So then what are they going to do to you?"
"Strip me of my guardianship most likely, but maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll just put me on suspension." She gave a small shrug as she wasn't really sure on anything.
She could be completely off for all she knew.
"Suspension, then that's only for a little while." His eyes lightened with hope.
"A little while for you is like a couple of weeks, maybe a few months. A little while for angels is like a few decades, even centuries." she whispered, forcing a small, sad smile.
"I don't care, I'd wait for you regardless." he stated firmly.
"Jacob, even if I was just put on suspension, if they deem me suitable to return to my job, they certainly wouldn't let me resume being your guardian."
"But you're my soulmate." His voice was clearly full of pain.
"I know, I know. That will never change." she pushed herself up onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I've hurt you in the worst way and I will never forgive myself for that. But if I don't come back…"
She released her grip on his neck and cupped his face with both her hands and quickly brushed away the hot tears that slid down his cheeks, even though she had her own sliding down her face.
"I know we only had a short amount of time together, but these past couple weeks have been the time of my existence. I spent a long time wishing somebody would love me and now, thanks to you, you turned that wish into a reality. It's difficult putting into words just how much I love you, but just know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Jacob Black. And know that I will always be with you and that my heart is always going to be yours." She exhaled shakily and smiled lovingly up at him through wet eyelashes.
His eyes glistened with tears and when Quinn let her gaze falter to the rest of him, she realized that his body was trembling. She didn't have much time to think on it though, since Jacob had abruptly took her face in his hands and kissed her with so much passion that it hurt in the most exquisitely pleasurable way. His fingers found their way in her hair while his other hand pushed her body back to his so that not even a slip of paper would've been able to get through them.
She moved her hands from their place on his chest and grabbed his face, kissing him with all the intensity he was projecting onto her. He parted her lips with his tongue and delved inside to meet hers. With every kiss, every touch, she could slowly feel the logically functioning part of her brain shutting down on her.
Because of that, she was only half aware that Jacob had picked her up off the ground and that her legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist. She decided that until the Council called her, she wasn't going to let go of Jacob.
And she most certainly wasn't going to stop kissing him.
Her back hit something hard and while Jacob's lips traveled down her neck, she glanced behind her, expecting it to just be a tree he had her up against.
It wasn't. Instead it was the front door to his house.
She had to do a double take, since she could've sworn they were just making out in the woods outside of the Cullen house, no where near Jacob's home. "Jacob." she breathed, lightly pushing at his body until he lifted his head from her neck.
He stopped what he was doing and returned her gaze, before looking around at their surroundings and at the position they were in. She chuckled at the expression on his face as she rubbed the spot on her neck where she was sure he had marked her permanently. "Such enthusiasm."
"Guess I got a little too carried away." He placed a tender kiss to her forehead before mumbling a sorry against her hair.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Jacob." She assured him, reaching out and touching his chest so that she could feel his heart beating beneath her palm. She held it there for a few moments before letting her hand drop to her side. She nodded back to the door behind her. "Should we go inside?"
He nodded and followed her inside once she opened the door. He was only vaguely aware that his dad wasn't home, his main focus being on the angel in front of him. He closed the door behind him, probably with more force than he necessary, and crossed the living and headed down the hallway until they were both in his room.
He grasped her hip the moment he was close enough and pulled her back to him, his other hand moving behind him and closing his door. She took his hand and then beckoned him to sit down on the bed.
He sat down and wrapped both arms around her while she stood in between his legs. She cupped his face and began giving him soft, whispery kisses all over, making his face tingle while sending minor tremors running throughout his body.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply in an effort to keep calm, but with the way her lips felt on his skin, his own breathing came out shallow and rapid, with his heart still pounding against his chest.
"Quinn." As much as he loved what she was doing to him, he was afraid of getting too worked up and losing control.
"Hmm?" She continued to kiss the length of his jaw while her hands rubbed his shoulders. He abruptly stood up and ran his hands upward over the bare skin of her arms as he leaned down and nuzzled her nose. He nipped at her bottom lip and felt his breath hitch when one of her hands slipped underneath his shirt. "Quinn," he tried again, a shiver running up and down his spine as her fingers traced his bare skin. "Do you want to…?" He searched her eyes questionably, hoping to find his answer without having to directly say it aloud.
"I want you." she breathed, her voice alone enough to create instant arousal for him.
"Are you sure?" He most definitely didn't want to force her into anything she wasn't ready for or didn't want, considering everything she'd already went through.
She cupped his face and stroked his cheek, nodding her head. "I love you, Jacob And I want to be with you in that way." She blushed furiously at the expression on his face, making him chuckle. "But of course, only if you want to."
He slowly ran the back of his hands from her shoulders down to her wrists and kissed her again. "Of course."
Although he would admit to be a little worried. It wasn't just his first time, but their first time - probably their only time - and he didn't want to bring about any horrible flashbacks from that time for her.
No, don't think about that. He mentally scolded himself once he felt his body tense up and start tremble. Not unless you want to phase in your room.
Placing a finger on his chin, she directed his attention back onto her and shook her head, as if she knew what he was thinking about.
-M-
He exhaled and instantly his body relaxed. But that was only momentary, as she took the hem of his shirt in her hands and began inching it up his torso until she reached his armpits. He lifted up his arms and pulled the rest of his shirt off himself before tossing it aside.
He wrapped his finger around one of her curls and leaned down, placing several kisses down the side of her neck and down her shoulder until he reached the strap of her dress. He pushed it down her shoulder and kissed the bare skin there.
He pulled back, ready to give her other shoulder the same treatment, only to find her pushing down the sleeve herself and proceeding to remove her dress.
While he wanted to savor inch of her at leisurely pace, he understood that time wasn't necessarily on their side. Just thinking about it made his heart clench painfully and his breathing become strained.
Knowing now was not to time to dwell on it, he scooped her up in one swift movement to distract himself. He laid her down on his bed and shielded her body with his before taking a moment to admire her perfect body. He kissed her gently at first, but then as her arm slid around his neck and pulled him closer, their kisses began to quicken, growing deeper and more urgent until it feels as though all the oxygen had left the room.
His nails dug into the sheets, their every kiss becoming fiercer than the last and making him feel like his control was slowly slipping away from him. It really didn't help that the sounds she was making sent small electric shocks ricocheting throughout his body and had him trembling uncontrollably.
He moved his lips down her body, kissing every inch of skin and even the parts of her that were covered by her undergarments. His hands moved up and down her sides, as he reveled in the feeling of her insanely soft skin beneath his fingertips. He kissed her naval once more before moving back up and reaching behind her. He silently asked permission and when she nodded, he unclasped her bra and removed it from her body.
"You're absolutely gorgeous." he breathed out, pulling back and staring at her.
"Says the guy who just got to see my breasts for the first time." she giggled, touching his face and then bringing him back down to her lips.
He kissed her heatedly and while he propped himself up on one hand, his finger hooked the waistband of her underwear. He then trailed a pathway of warm kisses through the valley of her breasts and down to her stomach as he tugged down her last article of clothing.
Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, she closed her eyes and felt him remove them (and also felt him kiss her in a few places she never dreamed she'd ever be kissed).
For a few moments she couldn't feel his lips on her skin and when she opened her eyes to see why, Jacob had just finished disposing of his shorts, leaving him completely naked.
Woah baby.
"Are you okay?" She heard him ask, prompting her to take her eyes off a certain part of him that had kept her attention for probably longer than it should have.
"Where have you been hiding that thing?" she breathed out in wonder. When she realized that she'd not only thought it, but said it out loud too, her eyes widened.
She met his gaze and he stared at her for a moment before bursting into deep laughter.
She blushed furiously, giving a short chuckle as she covered her face with her hands. "I did not mean to say that out loud."
That had meant to be a rhetorical question, meant for inside her head.
Not out loud. Where Jacob could hear it.
If she weren't already dead, she was sure she would die of embarrassment right then and there.
"I'm not sure how to respond to that." he chuckled. "But thank you for noticing." He took her hands from over her face and kissed her lips, still laughing softly.
She couldn't help but gasp when she felt his warm hand slid up her inner thigh and traveled closer to her most private area. "Is that okay?" he instantly asked, halting his movements.
"Yeah." she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip when he started to tease her with his fingers. She threw her head back, unable to stop the moan that escaped her.
She turned her head to the side as he leaned down and latched his lips onto one of her most sensitive spots while his fingers continue to work her bundle of nerves.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure increased and just when she was about to jump of the edge, Jacob removed his fingers. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he inquired softly, bringing a hand up to her cheek and brushing her bangs out of her face.
She nodded and let out a small, shaky breath, the muscles in her lower stomach trembling with anticipation, and nerves.
He parted her legs for her and repositioned himself in between them. She gazed into his eyes while he looked down at her unsurely. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." she reassured him, bringing him closer so that their was less space between them, their chests completely pressed up against each others. "We belong together."
"Yeah, we do." He kissed her softly and then nuzzled her nose with his own. "You ready?"
"Mmm-hmm." She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit down on her lip when he slowly entered her. She had anticipated the pain, but thankfully it wasn't as bad as she expected, with the pleasure overshadowing the pain.
She exhaled deeply and felt herself relax a little once he was fully inside her. She rubbed the back of his neck, lightly played with the hairs on his nape and murmured a soft I love you as he peppered kisses all over her face.
She gasped out loud in the most pleasurable way when he began to move his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her. He gradually picked up his pace and lifted up her hips so that he could push into her at a deeper angle, the sounds escaping Quinn's lips just encouraging him all the more.
She arched her back and ran her nails up and down his back, mentally screaming out all the swear words Santana had taught her from over the years.
"Quinn." she heard him growl out when she started to move her hips in sync with his. She was rewarded with even deeper thrusts that made her eyes roll back into her head.
Either Jacob had lied to her about this being his first time or his inner werewolf had simply gifted him with the abilities of a closeted sex god, because what he was doing to her was earth shattering.
"Ja-Jacob." she cried out unevenly before he captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
"Fuck, Quinn." he muttered when they pulled apart, feeling himself start to get closer and closer to his own climax by the second.
She shouted his name, nails digging into his arms as she reached her own peak, her walls tightening around him and then triggering his own release. They rode out their orgasms together and once they finished, Jacob flipped them around so that she was resting on top of him.
-M over-
"I love you so much, Quinn." he whispered against her hair, before placing a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you too, Jacob." she replied breathlessly, pressing her cheek against his chest and sighing. "So much."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked with concern, both his arms wrapping around after he pulled up the sheet to cover her. "I might've gotten a little carried away…"
She tilted her head to look up at him. "You didn't." She kissed his chin and smiled. "Rather, you rocked my world. But don't let that go to your head." she added after taking notice of the huge smug grin plastered on his face.
"I won't." he promised, even though the grin was still there.
A few hours later…
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"Jacob, would you please just do ask I ask?" Quinn moved her hands to her hips and stared at Jacob, who had his back against the wall as he sat up in his bed. She had just finished putting her clothes back on and now stood before him. "It's obvious that you're tired."
She'd be tired too if angels had needed to sleep, what with the marathon they'd just partaken in, (since apparently doing it just once was not enough for either of them). "Just go to sleep."
He shook his head stubbornly. "I'll sleep when I'm dead."
"Dead people don't sleep." she reminded, giving him that obvious look.
"Nothing doing." he stated firmly. "Knowing my luck, if I as much as close my eyes, the second I reopen them, you'll be gone. It's bad enough you have to leave at all but I'll be damned if I miss out on you-" his voice caught in his throat, unable to even say the words.
He huffed in frustration, kicking aside the sheets before standing upright and pulling her against his chest. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him tightly. "I'm truly sorry about this, Jacob. I know I've hurt you in the worst way possible. And now, we do this right before we might never see each other again and I just feel awful."
He pulled back and frowned. "Are you saying you regret doing this?"
She shook her head, "I could never regret being with you, Jacob. I just wish things were different, you know? Less screwed up."
He nodded understandingly, kissing the top of her head. "You and me both. But I am grateful that I got this time with you rather than no time at all."
"So am I. You are-" Jacob watched in horror as Quinn suddenly cried out, both her hands clutching either side of her head. "Quinn, what is it?"
She swore loudly, staggering backward, until the pain became so excruciating that it brought her to her knees. "Quinn, Quinn, what is it?"
"Santana!" she called out through tears.
She'd never been personally called up by the Council before, but she'd heard from training that when they summoned someone, that angel would most definitely feel it.
"Quinn, talk to me." Jacob pleaded, grabbing her by the shoulders and helping her back onto her feet. "Honey, what is it?"
"It's time." she replied, resting the top of her head against his chest and sighing in relief when the pain disappeared.
"Showtime?" Santana guessed as soon as she popped into Jacob's room.
Quinn lifted her head and looked over at her. "Unfortunately."
"Holy fuck, you're wolf's naked!" Quinn's eyes widened and at an inhuman speed, grabbed the sheet off his bed and pulled it around Jacob's waist so that it covered everything that, well, needed to be covered.
"Shut the front door." Quinn glanced at Santana and felt her cheeks grow hot at the look she was giving her. "You did the deed with your wolf." Santana raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Pretty Wanky stuff, Fabray. Didn't think you had it in you. But apparently you had a lot more than I thought inside you tonight." She smirked.
"Shut up, Santana." she hissed, blushing furiously before turning her attention back onto Jacob.
"This is it, isn't it?" he whispered. "They're calling you."
She nodded, mentally telling herself to keep the tears at bay. "Yeah, they are."
"C'mon Fabray, we don't want to keep them waiting." Santana urged, jabbing her in the ribs.
Quinn nodded but kept her attention on Jacob. "I love you so much, Jacob. And I know I'm probably sounding repetitive, but it's how I feel and it's the truth." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had.
Santana rolled her eyes and looked on with a slight grimace, tapping her foot impatiently before deciding to break up the heated mack fest before they started going at it again in front of her.
"C'mon, Q. Break it up." she yanked Quinn out of Jacob's arms. "We have to go."
She shook her head in disbelief when Jacob and Quinn proceeded to exchange a few more 'I love you's and other mushy tortured romance novel crap before simply taking a hold of Quinn and getting the two of them up to the clouds.
The two of them reappeared in the lobby of the Council's building and then quickly made their way to the Council's chamber. As they walked, Quinn hastily trying to smooth out her hair and make herself look as presentable as possible. Forget the Supreme Court, she was about to go before the highest court in the universe, and she didn't mind admitting that the very idea left her scared shitless. She was just thankful Santana was insane enough to want to go through this with her. If they made it out of this thing in one piece, she'd be forever grateful to her.
"Everything will be fine." Santana murmured, clearly able to sense her mood. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was now squeezing the hell out of her hand. "Just look naïve and innocent and not like you've just got your brains fucked out of your head five times over."
"It's not my fault he's got stamina." she murmured back, the corner of her lips twitching slightly as she held back a smirk. But that quickly faded as she looked at Santana. "And how did you know we did it more than once?"
"Oh please, you've got endless energy and he's a flippin' werewolf. I did the math." Santana retorted in a hushed whisper. "And besides, by the way that room reeked of animalistic lovin' I came to my own conclusions."
"I don't smell like sex, do I?" Quinn whispered anxiously, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
Santana looked her up and down, shaking her head. "No, kind of like wet dog though, and wait a minute is that…semen on your dress?"
Quinn stopped and looked down at her dress in horror. "WHAT? That's impossible!"
Santana cackled loudly, quickly side-stepping away before Quinn could slap her arm. "You're so gullible."
"Another word and I'll ring your neck." Quinn threatened, picking up her pace and heading toward the door at the end of the hall.
"You do that here and the Council will surely kick your skinny white ass before I get to."
Quinn scoffed. "If I did that to a cherub, then I think they'd kick my ass. But you, on the other hand, are no cherub. I think they'd let me get away with it."
Santana scowled, coming to halt just as she did. The two guards in front of them pushed open the marble doors leading to the Council's chamber and then stepped aside, holding the doors open for them. Quinn politely thanked them while Santana whispered something to the guard closest to her, making his ears burn red. Quinn didn't even bother asking what she had said to him.
As soon as they reached the center of the room, the guards brought the doors with them until they closed with a booming echo that resonated throughout the entire room.
Quinn immediately did everything she could to push all thoughts of feeling claustrophobic out of her mind. She exhaled deeply and did her best to focus on the huge marble panel, where the Council sat, in front of her.
"How long do you think the old geezers will keep us waiting?" Santana asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Almost instantly did the Council appear in front of them, as if they'd heard Santana's remark. While every single member on the Council looked to be in their late 40's or 50's, in reality every angel knew that they were actually eons old. Quinn glanced at the long line of them and forced a warm smile even though she was terrified beyond words. Since everyone in heaven referred to the Council as 'The Council', no one but higher ranking angels knew their individual names, so Quinn figured it would be best if they were the one to speak first. The last thing she needed was to offend them, well more so than she already had, by addressing them incorrectly.
"Santana." Quinn's gaze landed on the female Council member sitting directly in front of Santana. "I don't recall summoning you here as well."
"I'm here for moral support." Santana replied with the squeeze of Quinn's hand.
Quinn bit down on her lip, watching as the Council shared a look with one another. Please, let her stay, please let her stay….
"Quinn Fabray." The grey haired Council member that sat in the center spoke up. "I suspect you know why we've summoned you here?"
Quinn cleared her throat and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"And what do you have to say for yourself Miss Fabray?" A dark haired Council member inquired.
"Well, I…uh…" She fiddled with her hands anxiously, no longer clinging to Santana's. "While I accept that my actions were my own responsibly and mine alone, I don't think there is any reasonable…er…reason to punish me."
One of the Council members off to the side scoffed, clearly amused by her response and simultaneously destroying what little courage she had to begin with.
"We have always thought very highly of you, Quinn." The central Council member continued. "It's the reason we made you a guardian in the first place. You were a very good person despite all your hardships in your time as a human and your faith in the almighty Father never faltered."
Quinn subtly jabbed Santana in the ribs when she let out a small snort and rolled her eyes.
One of the female Council members spoke up. "When we first got notice that you were seen by your charge, we thought you would come to us immediately after it happened and do the right thing, Quinn." she said seriously, making Quinn gulp. "But you didn't. We continued to keep our eye on you, hoping you would go down the right path before it was too late."
The same Council member who had scoffed at her earlier, scoffed once more. "Instead what do you do? You expose our secrets to mortals and sin with your very own charge."
"And just before we summoned you here no less." Another one added.
"You betrayed our trust and our rules, committing the ultimate crime a guardian can make. After careful deliberation, we have decided that we have no other option but to strip you of your guardianship and your powers and banish you to Hell until further notice."
Quinn's stomach dropped. Hell? They were sending her to Hell?
"Those little bastards will go after her like an all-you-can-eat buffet!" Santana exclaimed, outraged that they would even suggest sending Quinn down to where those perverted demon scumbags hung around. "Can't you just make her a Fallen?"
"I'm afraid that would too kind a punishment given the circumstances."
Santana stared at them in disbelief. "Too kind of a…what the hell are you guys smoking? You can't seriously-"
"Santana, don't." Quinn hissed, digging her nails into her arm and yanking Santana backward.
"Shut it, Q." She hastily yanked her arm out of her grasp and stepped forward, looking up at the Council. "Let me go in Quinn's place."
"Santana!"
She held up her hand to Quinn and continued speaking. "Look, I already know I'm not the greatest guardian angel and I know you guys know it too. But here's how I see it, Bella's bound to become a vampire in a month or two. So I'll just be assigned to a new charge anyways. And while Bella's a good kid, she's still a little fucked up." She made a quick little circular motion with her finger near her head. "Now, do you really want to shtick another poor unsuspecting human with the one and only Snixx?"
Quinn almost smacked her hand to her forehead right then and there. Santana just had to bring up her silly alter ego in front of the Council.
Just had to.
"Okay, maybe that didn't come out quite right." Santana conceded after taking a glance at the Council's expressions. "Just…let me go in her place, please."
The central Council member shook his head. "This is not up for negotiation, Santana. Quinn committed the crime. Quinn will serve the punishment we see fit."
"But you can't do this to her." She exhaled deeply, trying to hold in the long line of swears she was just ready to let loose on them. "Look, Fate, Destiny, whatever it is you guys wanna call it, is the reason all this happened. None of this would've occurred if Jacob hadn't imprinted on her. Since you run that whole game, it's your fault Jacob imprinted on her. So this is all your doing."
"A mistake was made."
"Yeah, well, you'll just be making an even bigger mistake by banishing Quinn. She's Jacob soul mate. If you make it so that she's never able to see him again, Jacob will suffer because of how the imprinting bond works. And Jacob's pack, they'll all suffer too because of their shared pack mind thingy. So not only will Jacob lose his sanity, but all of them will too, until finally Jacob's forced to kill himself just to escape it all." She took a step back and smiled triumphantly.
Check and mate.
"Quinn should have thought about all that before she betrayed our trust."
Santana's smile quickly faded and just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, Quinn moved beside her. "Fine. Punish me all you want, but you can't hurt Jacob. Undo the imprint if you must, wipe his memory of me if you have to, but please, don't make him suffer. He did nothing wrong."
"If we could do all that, we would. But unfortunately that is something we cannot undo."
"Something you can't do?" Santana repeated. "Well something you can do is not have my girl here pay for your stupid mistake."
"While a mistake was made, nevertheless Quinn still chose to disobey our orders."
"So she made a mistake! Can't her mistake cancel out your guys' mistake?"
"That's not how we work, Santana." The female Council member sighed.
"Yeah, well how you work is totally unreasonable and unfair!" she yelled, pointing her finger accusatorily. "You all are insane, corrupt, old bats!" She then ventured off in Spanish, her frustration and anger building with every second and every obscenity. She pushed Quinn away when she tried to hold her back.
"Santana, I suggest you hold your tongue before we banish you as well."
Quinn glanced over her shoulder and noticed that the guards had reentered the room, along with two more. "Santana…"
"Go ahead!" she challenged. "Banish me! I don't even like it up here! You call yourself angels," she scoffed, "Ha! More like a bunch of Nazi's if you ask me!"
"If that's the way you feel, Santana." The central Council member said above Santana's ranting. He raised the gavel that he had summoned out of nowhere, and before Quinn could even try to reason with them on Santana's behalf, he slammed the gavel down and that was it.
A blinding bright light was all Quinn saw before everything went to Hell.
Literally.
She landed on her back with a loud thud, the impact making her feel as though she'd landed on a concrete surface at a speed of a hundred miles an hour. Which probably was what happened, but never, in all her years of her being an angel, had she felt pain quite like this. After a few seconds, she managed to push herself into an upright position, her hand moving to her lower back as she groaned. She didn't know what it felt like to have an out of place spine, but she figured it felt something similar to what she was feeling now. She glanced to her right and sighed in relief when she saw Santana sitting next to her in a position that mirrored her own, grumbling in Spanish.
"I can't believe those old farts actually sent us to Hell!" Santana exclaimed, still shaking her head in disbelief. She exhaled frustratingly and arched her eyebrow. "So this is Hell." she murmurred, prompting Quinn to look around. The sky above them was various shades of grey and black with yellow smog running through it, coating the air. Quinn coughed into her hand after inhaling said air. It smelt like sulfur and felt as though it was burning her lungs inside out.
"Huh. Not as fiery as everyone makes it out to be." Santana offered her hand to her and helped pull her to her feet. Quinn couldn't help but notice that her dress was no longer pure white, but instead a faded grey.
A sign of banishment no doubt.
"Now what do we do?" she wondered, spinning around to find that they were in the middle of nowhere, no signs of afterlife anywhere.
"You know if I didn't know this was Hell, I would've said we were on Mars or something." Quinn nodded in agreement, taking in all the crimson dirt beneath their feet. She mentally groaned when she realized it stuck to the bottom of her bare feet.
The first time in her afterlife where she wished angels had needed shoes. But then again, was she even considered an angel anymore? Or was she just another damned soul?
Probably the latter.
"Oh great," Santana grumbled, having taking notice of the way the dirt stuck to her feet. "Now we're gonna have like permanent Wal-mart feet."
Quinn wasn't even sure what that meant, but nodded along anyways. "Yeah, so what do you think we do now?"
"Beats me." she shrugged. "But I guess we just pick right or left and start walking. We're bound to find something."
"Maybe, but this is Hell. All this nothingness could just be what we've gotten ourselves into. Forced to walk until we go mad, never reaching our destination."
Santana threw her head back and groaned. "Man, I thought hell was supposed to be fun! Stupid 80's music, they so lied to me!"
Quinn just shook her head, not even bothering to dignify that with a response. "Look, I think we should…" She drifted off as she turned around and took another glance at their surroundings, hoping to catch sight of something she'd missed before. "Let's just start walking." she sighed, "We can't just stand here forever."
Santana agreed but just before they had even taken more than a step, a small blonde with glasses popped out of nowhere, startling them both. Quinn quickly took a step back, figuring it best to keep her distance when concerning demons.
As for Santana, she stayed where she was, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Becky?"
Quinn arched her eyebrow, glancing back at Santana. "You know her?"
Why was she even surprised that Santana knew people in Hell?
"You're coming with me." Becky stated, stepping forward and taking Santana roughly by the arm and Quinn by the other, evaporating before either one of them had time to protest.
"Fuck, Jackson!" Santana hissed as she tried to yank her arm out of Becky's ironclad grasp, to no avail. "Ease up on the talons!"
Becky didn't really have talons but her sharp fingernails were probably as close as a demon could get to them.
"Walk faster then, Boss doesn't like to be kept waiting." she retorted, reluctantly making Quinn and Santana pick up their pace.
The corridor she was leading them down was as dark and dreary as they got, and not to mention uncomfortably humid.
"I feel like I'm in Dracula's castle or something." Santana murmured to Quinn, who nodded in agreement. She felt like she was taking a tour of a medieval castle of some kind, what with all the iron maidens they passed. "Or more like a torture chamber."
Santana rubbed her arm and snorted. "Well, this is hell."
Becky finally stopped them at the end of the hall and let go of their arms, much to Quinn and Santana's relief. Wrapping her hand around the doorknob in front of them, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Quinn and Santana shared a look before following suit.
The two of them stepped forward and watched as Becky walked around the mahogany desk and whispered something to the person hidden behind the crimson chair. Santana nudged Quinn's arm, drawing her attention away from the huge painting of Richard Nixon to her left, and forcing her to look back. "What?" she mouthed.
Santana inclined her chin down toward the desk in front of them, specifically to the (presumably) solid gold plaque with the words, The Devil, written across it.
Quinn felt her stomach drop before her eyes darted back to the back of the crimson chair in front of her. She had expected to be taken to the higher ranking demons or Hell's equivalent of the Council, but she had certainly not expected to be taken to see the Devil himself.
That would be like, seeing God the moment you're taken up to Heaven. She mentally scoffed at the very idea of God greeting everyone admitted to Heaven at the pearly white gates.
Like a Wal-mart greeter or something.
She would've figured it would be a little more difficult to get one on one time with the Devil himself.
Just goes to show how differently Heaven and Hell worked.
But despite that, she was now a hundred percent positive that there was no chances that she, or Santana, was gonna survive this whole ordeal. There was a better chance of Hell freezing over twice over and the entire solar system imploding than the Devil taking pity on couple of banished angels.
There was a loud snap and suddenly two chairs appeared behind the two of them, the edges hitting the back of their knees and forcing them sit down. Quinn moved herself so that she was sitting but quickly took her hands off of the chair when she realized the material was not leather…
Disgusting.
The figure in the big crimson chair turned around and Quinn raised her eyebrows in surprise, for one the Devil wasn't even a-
"Holy shit!" She glanced back at Santana, confused at her outburst.
"Wait a minute," Santana leaned forward in her seat, hands grasping the edge of either armrest, her jaw practically down to the floor. "Coach Sylvester, you're the Devil?"
AN: Review please!