This fic is going to be a series of oneshots based on this prompt by Rocker9113:
Vampire/Goth/Pyrokinetic/GP! Rachel is a loner who lives alone (no living family since she's rather old) and is a member of a sports team. She attends McKinley, and falls in love with Punk!Quinn, (who finds Rachel's diary one day and discovers that she is a vampire). Their relationship develops slowly and at some point Quinn convinces her to feed from her.
(Side notes: Finn has a crush on one of them but he doesn't get what he wants. They are each other's firsts in every way.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or the idea.
LAST CHAPTER! Woohoo! First long multichapter story that I have completed. I have another prompt to do and need to finish Breathe Me, but all in good time.
Thanks to _ for suggesting that telepathy be something to occur only between mates because I wasn't sure how to write a lot of different people's thoughts or really how it would work with Rachel.
All I had to do was then think of a gift for Quinn.
I hope got everything included from the prompt over the course of this.
Thoughts are in bold.
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College
They had moved to New Haven together so that Quinn could attend Yale for Art and Rachel for biology.
They had a nice little apartment that they shared and they were blessed not to have any financial concerns, unlike the rest of the student population.
They were pretty much coasting through college easily. They both were diligent students, they did socialise -but they always went together to any event- and then went home either to cuddle or make love. Often both.
Hormones seemed to have gotten ramped up after graduation and they were always on top of one another.
Mainly because Quinn could hear Rachel's thoughts and her body responded to it. She could block her thoughts out now but she liked having Rachel's view on things.
They were currently at a party that they had somehow been talked into going to. Rachel had went to get her a drink because she didn't trust anyone else to get one for her- despite it having no effect on them- but better safe than sorry.
Quinn was leaning against the wall with a smile on het face as she listen to Rachel grumbling away in her head.
"That could not possibly be considered clothing... It barely covers anything."
"Why would one want to become so intoxicated that fornicating with a tree would seem like a good idea?"
"I do have an issue with personal space- I like to have some and you are seriously infringing upon it, excuse me."
It was like a little running commentary in her head and she knew Rachel was also doing it for her benefit, letting her know that she wasn't enjoying being separated from her.
She was watching the movements of the crowd if bodies grinding on one another, something she wished to have no part in, and was glad Rachel insisted upon her waiting where she had breathing room.
"You wanted Pepsi, correct my love?"
"Yes please, 'Sire'." She even managed to do a low laugh with it.
"Quinn! Not in public! I'm getting aroused and it's all your fault!"
She smirked at the embarrassed whine that came from her wife. It was just too easy. She may get shy when talking about sex, but Rachel went to a whole knew level- it was only to be spoken of in the area in which it was conducted. At least they could talk about things like that and be completely comfortable with each other, but it wasn't to be discussed with anyone else.
"Hey." Quinn blinked and her smirk turned into a frown at some guy standing before her. "Brody Weston, Senior."
"Quinn Berry-Fabray." She did not like this guy, he seemed as though he would be a jerk.
"I've seen you around campus... Where's your little brunette friend? You ditch her?" He leaned a bit closer and she tried not to growl.
"Her name is Rachel, she's my wife and Rachel is kindly getting me a drink." She was surprised he hadn't left with the force of the glare she was giving him, instead he laughed.
"Your wife? That's hilarious! You're way too hot for that and who the hell gets married in college? I call bullshit!" Quinn clenched her jaw and asked Rachel to hurry back because she was going to lose control. "Listen honey, how about you and me-"
"How about you back off my wife, honey?" Quinn relaxed as Rachel stepped around the guy and handed over her drink. "Sorry that it took so long darling." She placed a gently kiss to Quinn's cheek making her smile. She knew most others would make a show of kissing on the mouth, but Rachel respected her and trusted her enough not to feel threatened enough to do that.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Quinn."
"What the fuck? I was talking to her, it's nothing to do with you!"
"When you are trying, quite pathetically I may add, to seduce my wife, then I believe it has everything to do with it. Either leave us be, or I will be forced to make you."
"You and what army, you creepy bitch. C'mon blondie, I'll show you a good time." Quinn gasped as he grabbed her wrist. She had been so shocked that she stumbled and dropped her drink.
Rachel steadied her with an arm around her waist and gripped the asshole Brody's wrist instead. "You. Never. Touch. My wife."
Then she squeezed.
Quinn watched the way his eyes bulged as his bones were crushed by Rachel's hand. Her wife simply watched as he tried to scream in pain but no sound came out. He quickly passed out from the pain and Rachel let go.
"I think, we should leave."
Quinn nodded.
They got to the apartment in silence. Rachel glaring at anyone they crossed paths with and Quinn felt as though she was responsible. She couldn't even see into Rachel's head...
She had never really needed to deal with an angry Rachel before. Well, at least not with the anger directed at her.
As the front door shut behind them and the lock clicked into place Quinn swallowed, "Look, Rachel I-"
She was cut off as Rachel pushed her up against the door and roughly kissed her mouth. Her lips were almost using bruising pressure as her tongue plunged into her mouth.
Quinn whimpered in delight. This was different. They never usually used any sort of force, yet this was happening. She heard a zip, felt her panties being ripped from her her lower body and then she lifted up.
She gasped as her wife licked and bit at her neck, she wrapped an arm around Rachel's back and used her other arm to brace her weight on the door handle.
She was so wet. She had never seen such unbridled aggression in Rachel, it was sexy. She felt the thick head gliding along her lips before dipping in between her folds and then...
Quinn gasped, her head falling back against the wooden door.
She felt that gorgeous cock spreading her open, and gliding right in. She clenched around it, trying to draw her deeper, and Rachel's head fell against her shoulder.
She moaned and lifted up as Rachel withdrew, then dropped down as she slammed inside.
They had never been rough before, but it felt so good.
It was as though her body was thrumming, she could hear the wet slap as their bodies brutally connected in their most vulnerable areas. She was sure to have bruising tomorrow, yet it felt so good right now.
She could hear her own cries getting louder and higher and any other time she would have been mortified, alas, it wasn't any other time.
Rachel was grunting like an animal as she drove herself hard and deep inside. The blunt head of her dick was colliding with her spongy inner walls, and it twinged a bit, but her orgasm was building.
"You're mine!" Rachel growled.
Quinn let go of the handle and buried her hand in brunette tresses, trusting Rachel would keep her up as she fucked her. Fucking had never been used to describe their actions at any other time.
"All yours!" Her eyes fluttered shut as her body started clamping around her.
"Mine!" Rachel whined, palming her thighs and pulling her down as she thrusted up.
"Yours!" She was so close...
"MINE!" Rachel bit her neck as she came, and she was gone.
"YOURS!" Quinn tightened her grip as she came. "Ahh!" She shivered with pleasure before her body became loose. She felt waves of her cum gush down onto Rachel's spent member.
She loved it when Rachel came inside her, and she could feel the thick liquid trickling back down.
"I'm so sorry." She heard a broken whisper.
"Hmm?" She was still in a bit of a daze from that orgasm.
"I'm so sorry, Quinn."
Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand what Rachel was talking about. "What?"
"I'm so sorry, god, what did I do?" Quinn frowned as she was gently lowered to the ground and her dress fixed. She pushed at Rachel's mind and her defences were down, she was able to hear everything she was thinking.
And she didn't like what she was hearing.
"Monster"
"Hurt Quinn"
"forced"
It was the last one that made her react and she slapped her across the face. It was only human strength so Rachel would barely feel it but she flinched as though she was struck by a hammer.
"Do you honestly think I would let you do something I wasn't comfortable with Rachel?"
Her wife hung her head, and Quinn found it quite sad that she didn't even have her pants zipped up. God, it was like yelling at a puppy.
"I liked it, okay? You being all dominant and possessive... It was hot. You're mine too, so I feel the same."
She saw a bliss spreading across Rachel's cheeks as she shared her thoughts with her. "Quinn..."
The blonde smirked, looking down to see Rachel's cock stiffening again. Having a telepathic link really was awesome.
Now it was her turn.
"Quinn!" The brunette squeaked as she was lifted up and flitted to the bedroom.
Quinn chuckled and leapt on top of her, "Mine."
She pressed a soft kiss to Rachel's lips, feeling her mouth open up to her, and a small hand cupping her cheek. As Rachel was distracted, she let her hand drift down her wife's body and caress her aching shaft.
It was still wet from, well, her... But that just made it easier to pump her hand up and down.
"I'm going to fuck you, Mrs Berry-Fabray."
"Oh shi-take mushrooms!" Still tries not to swear even in her own head.
Quinn heard the thought and immediately looked to Rachel's cock to see a jet of precum squirt out, rather than dribble from the little slit as usual. Someone clearly liked that idea.
She pulled off her dress, blushing at her wet thighs, and tore Rachel's jeans off. She figured it was only fair.
Rachel swallowed and pulled her own shirt off and threw her bra on the floor with it.
Quinn licked her lips and crawled on top of her. She smiled wickedly at her lover and let her fangs come down as she lowered her head to a small breast. Her tongue flicked out to play with the stiff brown nipple, suckling gently, before she bit down hard and pierced it with her fangs. Rachel yelped and fisted her hair, as she then soothed the with her her mouth and placing soft kisses to the area as her spit healed the cuts. Then she did the same to her other breast. Rachel would be raw tomorrow, pretty much like she was sure between her legs was.
Her stomach was becoming sticky with precum as Rachel had ground her cockhead across her skin when she was bitten.
A thought came to her, that she made sure to block from Rachel as she kissed her way down the toned stomach in front of her.
She puckered her lips as she kissed her way up the sticky shaft, uncaring that she was tasting her own juices. She brushed her lips along the sensitive head, feeling the clear fluid bubbling out the small hole to coat her lips. She slowly took the head into her mouth and sucked. Rachel seemed to have forgotten that her fangs were down as she kept them from brushing the delicate area.
As Rachel moaned and gently stroked her hair she bit hard.
Rachel screamed, and tightened her grip on her head, but she didn't push her away.
Quinn hummed as the white, thick cum was released into her mouth. Her tongue carefully swiped over the puncture marks and they healed quickly.
As Rachel was softening and shrinking, she willed her to regain her erection.
Rachel whimpered as the pain started tingling instead, it would be her third time getting erect in half an hour.
"None of that. I haven't fucked you yet." Quinn smiled gently, contrasting with her coarse words.
Rachel panted as Quinn straddled her, sitting on her cock but not taking it in and pinning her arms by her head.
She blushed at this, she wasn't used to topping Rachel. In fact, she thinks this might be the first time she has. She wasn't exactly sure what to do.
"I trust you Quinn. You can do whatever you want to me." The softly spoken words, were just what she needed to here.
She shifted to get herself more comfortable, Rachel cock was being pressed upwards as it was nestled between Quinn's soft folds. The brunette could feel her entrance clenching at the base of her shaft, and the steady trickling of warm juice being released.
It was all incredibly arousing.
Quinn decided to do what Rachel had done earlier and essentially eat the older vampire's neck.
As Rachel became focussed on the scraping of teeth against her skin, Quinn slowly raised her hips, and let the cock straighten. Then she dropped down hard on it.
She winced slightly. Tomorrow would be hell, but it felt good now and she wasn't going to give up.
She felt Rachel's hands settle on her waist to help her and smiled internally. She pushed the hands to onto the bed and pinned them there. She was in charge though.
"I'm going to fuck and you don't cum, or else." She couldn't really think of what that 'else' might be but she knew Rachel probably wouldn't be able to do it. Their bodies usually achieved climax simultaneously as part of being soul mates, like their telepathy. (She can't believe Rachel had known she was listening to her thoughts back then... But it was nice that she let her. Rachel was more of a bull in a china shop when she had tried it the first time and that was how Quinn knew it wasn't her ability.)
Quinn put her hands onto Rachel's stomach to lever herself up and down, as well as to keep some contact with her.
The brunette linked her hands together over her head so that she didn't interfere.
She just watched intently, her eyes dark with arousal as her mate used her body.
She watched as those swollen pink lips spread and stretched as her cock disappeared into the small raw channel.
How her dick got wetter each time, how the air felt cool against her wet skin before it was submerged in a scalding heat, the smooth entry and feeling the ridges of her walls...
Then there was the smell of Quinn's musky arousal, it made her mouth water. There was also the sound.
Quinn was bouncing up and down on her hard. It was slightly jarring on the base of her shaft, but delightful overall. The was a squelching noise as the juice was forced through the small gap between her cock and the channel, then the clap as their bodies smacked together.
It was a sensory overload.
She couldn't both hold of her orgasm, and not touch Quinn.
Something was going to give.
Her wife started to gasp. They were quite high in pitch and it signified her getting close to the edge. Neither of them were particularly vocal in bed, but they did have their tells.
They were also getting better at it.
They both peaked at the same time. Despite Quinn quivering through her intense orgasm, she felt the familiar sensation of Rachel cumming inside of her.
She couldn't really blame her. It was incredible. She had felt her body seize up and squeeze the thick member inside of her, then the sharp contractions as she released, soaking the appendage with her own juices.
They lay, panting, and enjoying the afterglow until they could breathe normally. They were superhuman and so was their love life.
Rachel carefully pulled herself out of Quinn's tender core. "You okay, sweetheart?" The blonde just nodded sleepily as she was taken into strong arms. "I love you."
Her wife smiled, "I love you too, Rachel." Then she slapped Rachel's right cheek- hard- as they rolled over to spoon.
"Hey!"
"That was the best I could come up with!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and tried to pretend it didn't hurt a much as it actually did.
Quinn twisted around to see behind her little 'big spoon' and muttered "oops".
There was a bright red hand print on Rachel's ass- and it didn't look like it would fade anytime soon.
"Oops indeed. Turn around and sleep, both are bodies need to rest."
Quinn lay back down and wiggled backwards until their bodies were pressed against each other.
Then Rachel pulled the covers over them and diligently tucked them around their bodies.
Yeah, the pain would totally be worth it.
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Years later...
Quinn watched as Lucas and Ryan flitted across the fields.
She loved seeing them so uninhibited and unburdened by their secret. It was definitely a wise decision to move out into the country.
It did come with the issue of becoming accepted into an established and close knit community, but they were respectful.
They never stepped on anyone's toes and pretty much kept to themselves. It was even more perfect living here with the issue of blood supply taken care of.
It had been something that Quinn had long struggled with. The fact that she had to feed off an unwilling victim in order to survive- even though Rachel had warned her many times and repeated everything about vampirism to her, before turning her- it filled her with unease.
She was forever grateful to her wife for creating a suitable alternative. During college, Rachel had used her access to the biology labs and her degree to develop and then put to market "Flood".
She had managed to create a serum that had all the nutrients required from blood but in a synthetic form.
It was a nice little earner.
(They had made ten million within the first six months. The process was simple and cheap, yet very effective.)
Quinn felt strong arms wrap around her middle and the comforting scent of her wife fill her nose.
"Hello, my love." The blonde vampire smiled at the softly spoken voice, then turned in the embrace to see Rachel's face. She loved the tender side of the brunette, although it was still rarely seen outdoors. It mostly made an appearance in the privacy of their bedroom or occasionally in the presence of friends.
Her wife still had some issues with displaying much affection in front of their sons, and could feel rather awkward about it, yet she still tried for Quinn's sake.
The blonde personally felt sad about the effect being born in such a repressed era had on Rachel, and was especially thankful that her home was full of physical expressions of love between her parents- at least until she came out. Still, her mom had continued hugging her.
Rachel had been brought up that children were only seen and never heard. Mainly raised by a nanny.
She was at least grateful that Rachel was very tactile with her. Always needing to be connected with her. The brunette had actually shown her that it was possible to demonstrate physical affection without making it sexual.
"Hi, Rach, good day?" The elder vampire nodded, then dipped her head to lick the pale neck exposed to her.
"Could be better..." Was mumbled against her skin and Quinn bit into her lip.
"The boys..." Quinn tried to protest although she didn't really not want to...
"Will be fine. It's a garden babe." Quinn groaned. She was gone when Rachel called her babe. It just sounded so strange for someone who often spoke in such frustratingly detailed prose, it just got her hot. "I'll even let you pick position."
Quinn rolled her eyes as she let Rachel sweep her up bridal style. Of course she would toss that in to sweeten the deal.
Granted, Rachel often did dictate which position they would do the deed in, but Quinn often preferred her to. She still got embarrassed when talking about sex, even after three decades. Then again, it was nice sometimes to boss Rachel about. She remembered that one time; with the leather cuffs and candle wax, when she poured it onto the tip of her peni-
"RACHEL!" Quinn squealed as she tossed on to the bed.
Her wife merely grinned, with a blush on her cheeks, having flitted into their bedroom when Quinn got lost in her own head- which the brunette had been privy to.
The blonde watched as Rachel pulled off her shirt, kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants. She licked her lips at the sight of black silk boxers hanging low on slim hips and the lack of bra.
"You called, my lady?" Rachel teased, crawling up the bed and capturing Quinn's lips. The ex-punk moaned as her dress rode up her thighs and she felt Rachel junior pushing against her panties, the blunt head nudging the wet cotton into her entrance.
"Someone's eager." Quinn smirked, feeling the drenched material clinging to her skin and the persistent nudging of Rachel's dick.
"You have looked in the mirror right? Or have you forgotten that we have a reflection again?" Rachel chuckled, gently humping her as she started nibbling on her wife's ear.
"It was our first date. I panicked." Quinn tried explain and subtly unbutton the front of her dress.
"You were adorable. Still are," The ex-goth nuzzled her neck with her nose. Then moved her mouth down to the newly exposed flesh of Quinn's chest. "And really sexy..."
Quinn moaned and arched her back as her wife began to suckle on her breast. She felt the teeth scraping against to straining pink tip. Then she swapped nipples.
"From behind..." The blonde panted. As her chest was gently nipped at.
"Behind?" Rachel pouted, her mouth relaxing the pink bud with a pop.
Quinn grinned, "You said I could pick." The blonde knew Rachel wasn't overly fond of this position because it meant that they couldn't see each other's eyes, but Quinn absolutely loved how deep the vampire could get.
There was even one time, when they had gotten a little rougher, and Rachel had managed to hit her cervix. (Which made it hard to sit down for a week or so afterward).
The ex-punk had then discovered that she really rather enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure- not having realised that when she had Rachel bite her during sex, that she was getting off on the combination of friction and pain.
"Behind it is then, my love. Could you get on all fours please? Or do you want your head down and bottom up?" Rachel asked, moving back to kneel on the bed and give Quinn room to manoeuvre.
The blonde smiled and moved so that her arms were locked straight, and she had her knees spread apart a comfortable amount.
She heard a whine from behind her as Rachel gently stroked her hips. She was about to turn her head around to see what was wrong only to ear the ripping sound of her dress and the cool air of the room on her skin. It was a good thing she wasn't overly keen on it.
She sighed as Rachel slowly peeled the translucent cotton from Quinn's pussy, gradually exposing the painful pink flesh on offer.
Quinn smiled as she felt her wife used a small finger to trace a swollen lip, then dipped into her slit to feel the cum clinging on to the digit. Then the hand moved away.
"You always smell amazing."
Quinn bit her lip at the husky quality in Rachel's voice. Things had changed quite a bit from their first time- they were a lot more confident in their bodies for one.
Quinn titled her head, so that she was looking down her body and could see Rachel shifting about to remove her underwear. She grinned as the fabric fell away to unveil the rock hard penis. She could already see the fluid beading at the tip, and she waited as it bobbed up and down as Rachel shuffled forward.
"Are you ready?" Rachel's voice was soft at this point (as usual). Sometimes she thought it was funny how the brunette always double checked that Quinn was sure before entering her, it was just one of Rachel's adorable quirks.
"Always." She breathed out, as she felt a firm hand grip her left hip as the other hand held the pulsing member steady.
Quinn inhaled deeply as Rachel stretched her. The pressure of feeling Rachel's thick cock slowly opening her up never got old. Quinn could always feel every ridge and contour as it rubbed her insides.
Uhohuhohuhoh...
Quinn raised her eyebrow at the unexpected thought from her wife. She had gotten used to blocking out her thoughts, but her guard was low at the minute. However, it sounded like Rachel was having a control issue...
"Are you alright Rachel? Not having any performance issues?" Quinn teased and squeezed her internal muscles, her eyes widened as she felt hot fluid jet out inside her.
"I... Just- give me a minute." The blonde tried not to laugh at the strangled voice of her lover. Since becoming a vampire, Rachel perfect body matching thing where she didn't come until Quinn was satisfied had altered a little. She still could only become aroused by Quinn or thoughts of her, but she also sometimes had cum unexpectedly.
So far it had only happened twice.
The first time, they were trying to have a quickie (which Rachel hated doing, she preferred to spend time loving Quinn's body) and all of a sudden she jerked awkwardly on top of Quinn with a grunt and then sagged on top of her. Rachel had been mortified and apologised profusely afterwards, ranting about etiquette, and how sorry she was. Quinn had just lay there in shock and frustration, feeling the once hard cock inside her softening up and thick cum leaking out.
The second time was their honeymoon- thankfully not the wedding night- but the day after. Admittedly, Quinn had been teasing her relentlessly, so when she finally sank down on her cock she erupted.
Quinn was tempted to make this, time three, but Rachel started moving.
"Not this time Quinn," Rachel forced out a chuckle.
"Damn, it's like you read my mind," Quinn panted with each thrust.
That caused a bigger laugh from behind her, before there was a sharp jab to her g-spot.
"Must be our great minds..." The blonde hummed in agreement as her fingers twisted the sheets beneath her.
She thought about how many human couples would grow tire of the person they claimed to love after a few short years and yet here they were... Decades later and the spark hadn't been extinguished.
She was so glad that she picked up Rachel's book.
The thought of several lifetimes being shared with Rachel made her tighten up in excitement. They also had the joy of seeing their children exploring the world and not being as delicate or easily injured.
Anything was possible as long as she had that charming little vampire by her side.
"God, I love you..."
The elder vampire smiled softly and reached out to lace her fingers with the long pale fingers of her wife. She stopped thrusting, pressing her front to Quinn's back, and simply rolled her hips.
"I love you too." Quinn sighed happily as a gentle kiss was pressed to her shoulder. It was a little frustrating for Rachel at times because of her height, she couldn't reach Quinn's face in this position.
It wasn't going to last much longer, their shared headspace was just too intense with the overwhelming love and gratitude they felt for each other. Quinn let go of one hand and let it go between her legs, but she had no need to touch herself. Instead, she gently tugged the soft sacks dangling between Rachel's legs.
The brunette whimpered as she tried to keep grinding her hips into the supple flesh of Quinn's ass.
Her eyes were drifting shut, and she heard the breathy little sighs informing her of Quinn's impending orgasm, along with the intermittent contractions around her cock.
She, herself, began to release sudden jets of precum into the snug channel.
With one last quick thrust, that caused Quinn's hand to fall away, it was over.
They both called out each other's name as they orgasmed. Quinn erratically clamping down on Rachel's appendage as creamy fluid burst out and painted her channel.
They both fell forward, completely exhausted, on the bed.
Rachel weakly pulled the covers over them and wrapped her wife in her arms.
"That was... Amazing." Quinn croaked, feeling Rachel pressed to her back.
"Always is... And always will be." Rachel whispered back, kissing her collar bone. She smiled as she gazed at Quinn's peaceful face.
Quinn Fabray was someone that Rachel found herself fascinated by.
Not just because she was in love with her, not just because she was so complex, not just because she gave her two lovely boys... But because she loved her right back, because she still made her breath catch with a simple glance and because she was the most wonderful mother and loving partner she never dared dream that she would find.
The vampire, carefully snuggled up to her wife, and mindful that they had two curious sons, nudged her to lock the door.
Quinn waved her hand and the lock snapped into place. Then she turned around to look into those big brown eyes. Slowly, she pressed her lips against Rachel's, slipping her arm around her waist, just like there was an arm over her own.
They simply stared at each other until their eyelids started to droop. "Love you."
"Love you more."
"Not possible."
"Agree to disagree." The brunette sighed, shutting her eyes.
"Scared you'll lose?" Quinn teased with a smirk.
"No, more like we could spend our time making it instead contemplating who believes they do it more."
"That is a much better idea."
"It's because I'm wiser."
"Older more like..."
"I heard that, you."
"You were supposed to, you cradle snatcher."
"You just called yourself a baby."
"Shut up."
"That's mature."
CRACK!
"Jeez! What is it with you and spanking? I thought you were the child."
"Shut up and go to sleep." Quinn chided.
"Yes mother." Rachel mumbled, rubbing her face into the pillow like a dog would.
"Do you want the other cheek to be red too?"
Rachel just huffed, silently.
The couple soon drifted off to sleep, their sons still playing out in the garden.
Theirs, was kind of a long story, and one that would hopefully not reach its end for a few centuries.
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The end.
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