Chapter 1: A Very Long, Absurd Fucking Dream
A/N: Warning, mild depictions of violence, explicit wet dream, and full blown threesome and incest ahead. DLDR.
How did we get here?
Her mother was dragging her down an open, empty hallway, heels strutting and clicking at a brisk, rhythmic pace, one that now matched the girl's maddened heartrate as she watched the bleached linoleum floor race under her feet. Many times, she'd often fantasized about strutting down these very halls, usually during some over-the-top, lavish musical number, maybe clad in a tight dress and a pair of black suede pumps, no backup bitches necessary. Never did she imagine it would be anything like this, her wrist held fast in her mother's iron grip and no clear hint or spoken word as to where they were headed. She followed clumsily behind, desperately trying to avoid tripping over her own feet, whipping her head around with a constant cautionary glance over her shoulder.
God, if anybody noticed them—noticed her—being hauled off mercilessly by her mother like a little girl… oh, the humanity! The vice locked down on her wrist was more than painful enough without her potentially spraining her ankles in her own heels. She swore she'd never seen Shelby move so fast—or with so much ferocity, such vigor—as they shuffled past door after door, the lockers now a red, angry blur in motion.
She lagged behind, her knee skidding roughly on the smooth flooring before she felt a sharp, impatient jerk of her wrist.
"Mommy," she whimpered, the white of Shelby's knuckles a stark contrast to the deep crimson handprint branded into her wrist.
Shelby said nothing, only kept up her stride with her daughter hobbling in tow. They rounded the corner before arriving suddenly at what Rachel recognized as the wide double doors to the auditorium. Why would they go here? It was bound to be dark and empty, hours before there would even be another rehearsal. Surely, it would still be locked? Why had her mother chosen to drag her here of all places?
Without a word, Shelby threw them open, her anger seemingly enough to force both doors to pump violently against the back wall with the strength of just one arm. Rachel's skinned knee clipped crudely on the doorframe on their way in. The doors clanged shut behind them, the girl brought wordlessly up and onto the vast open stage, conveniently illuminated before either of them set foot on it. It wasn't until then that Shelby finally decided to relinquish hold of her. She staggered under the beaming lights, rubbing the circulation back into her poor wrist, fixing her mother with a bemused glare.
"Mommy, what—" she broke off upon feeling Shelby's deft hand slam against her blushing cheek. She stumbled backwards, hand flying instantly to cup her discoloring face. She met Shelby's cold, green gaze, mouth agape, tears springing to her own dark orbs.
"You think you're funny," came her mother's voice over her ringing ears. "You think it's cute to just storm out whenever the hell you want?"
"What?"
"You still think you can just walk right over everyone else? Get your own way?"
Rachel was struck with the sudden realization as she continued to nurse her reddened cheek. So, that was what landed her here? A few coarse words and blunt criticism aimed, once again, at another New Directions member? Criticism that likely no one fucking asked for? It appeared her mouth had thrown her in hot water with her mother yet again. The only issue was that she couldn't seem to remember what it was she had even said, much less who her comments were directed towards. Even more puzzling was how Shelby had managed to find out in the first goddamn place. Both had established early on since their reconnection that they would steer clear of each other's rehearsals for obvious reasons. Reasons unbeknownst to any and every one on school grounds.
She hoped.
"I thought we'd moved past this by now," Shelby continued, inching closer, Rachel drawing back further away, anywhere to escape her mother's wrath. "I thought you would've learned by now that the world doesn't revolve around you, that other people matter. But, no I guess not, right? Screw everyone else and screw me, too, right?"
Rachel stood dumbstruck, her heels now teetering on the edge of the stage. If Shelby had come any closer, she would have fallen straight back, though Shelby made no remark of concern. "I don't even know what the hell you're talking about! What is even happening right now?!"
Before she could go on, Shelby caught hold of her wrist again, dragging her over to a piano stool that had miraculously appeared out of nowhere. Up until this moment, the stage had been totally empty, save for the two of them. A vague memory of this very stool and its missing instrument surfaced from the deep recesses of her mind. She had little time to muddle through it as Shelby moved to sit, yanking her ragdoll frame over her splayed thighs. She felt her stomach tighten.
Oh, hell no. Not this shit again.
"It's high time you get over yourself, princess," Shelby said, one arm coiling around her slim waist, the other reaching to flip up her red, checkered skirt, Rachel shocked to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Your fathers may have spoiled you. I won't make the same mistake."
Rachel struggled fruitlessly against her mother's powerful arms, Shelby's grip tightening with each futile attempt to escape. "Mommy, stop!"
At that moment, Shelby's open palm connected with her backside. Rachel's body jolted upright, spasming wildly, her ass now lit with pain as her mother's hand came down over and over.
"Time for you to grow up, princess," Shelby lectured, hand paused mid-strike seemingly for added emphasis. "You pompous brat, you think everyone's just gonna roll out the red fucking carpet for you and only you?" Her hand clapped down loudly against her bared flesh once again, yielding fresh tears streaming down the girl's cheeks. Her legs flailed madly behind her, Shelby's hand mercilessly raining down blow after blow in rapid succession.
She remembered, all too well, the last time her mother had corrected her this harshly, one of many times her biting words had set her straight in Shelby's crosshairs. How could she forget being slung helplessly over her mother's knees, her stinging palm bringing unadulterated heat to her ass and other places she'd rather not mention, the source of that damnable heat soon coursing down her bared thighs? It was, indeed, Rachel's primal reaction that had prevented Shelby from spanking her ever again, apart from the occasional swat delivered in jest more often than not. She very much remembered storming off in tears, secretly wanting to go back and beg for more, have Shelby throw her down and have her then and there once it was over.
And though she hadn't the faintest idea what had earned her a trip over Shelby's knee this time, the effects were very much the same. Each reverberating slap shot a pulsating spark straight to her cunt, her nipples stiffening painfully against the confines of thick nylon, her thighs shifting and chafing together in effort to mask what emanated between them.
"How do I get through to you?" Shelby continued in the same jeering tone, pausing again in obvious punctuation before resuming the punishment.
Rachel's head swam, blood rushing hot to her ears as she kicked, begged and cried, her body flexed at an awkward angle, head swung low.
"Mommy doesn't like to punish her little girl," Shelby crooned, light and chastising, her hand cinched around the girl's hip. "But if you act spoiled, I won't hesitate. You can't get your way all the time." Her gaze slipped to admire the smooth flesh of Rachel's upturned ass, fingers trailing low until they reached warm, damp curls. She squirmed in vain to close her legs, the shame all too real. Her mother's smarting palm issued another warning strike before swiftly returning to the gathering wetness below.
"A depraved, volatile little mix," Shelby remarked, thumbing intently over her clit. "For all the smack you like to talk in glee, you don't look so high and mighty right now, princess." Her fingers traced a perfect outline around her vulva, parting and dabbing lightly. She scoffed inwardly, the pad of her fingertips coming back slick. "I should've known you'd enjoy this. Even over my knee, you're still bad as ever."
She sobbed pitifully, Shelby's lewd words only serving to make her clit twitch. She jostled aimlessly in her lap, her mother's persistent hand coming away before landing solidly on her swollen center with a wet, resounding smack.
"Going somewhere, princess?" Shelby taunted, the leering grin evident in her voice. "And here I thought you liked it when Mommy played with your pussy..."
Rachel shuddered beneath her grasp. Shelby had never dared to swat her cunt before. She had no idea what motivated her to start now. She briefly focused her blurry eyes on the legs of the stool, fighting to understand why this all felt so familiar. She blinked before another set of legs appeared just behind the stool, the missing piano itself somehow materializing out of nothing. This place, this scene… when had they last….?
Her head dropped further down, bright parallel beams above them flooding her vision, damn near blinding her. Sweat soaked clearly through her thin, white blouse, rivering down her back and thighs. She had practiced many times before at this very piano, with the rest of New Directions, by herself, even. But when was the last time she and Shelby had paid a visit here together?
Before she could piece her befuddled thoughts together, she was shoved unceremoniously off her mother's lap, her body sprawling in a tangled heap center stage.
"I'm so sick of playing these games with you," Shelby bit out, dusting her rosy palms off on the crinkled hem of her dress. Rachel glanced down to examine herself, her own skirt a rumpled mess bunched around her waist, doing little to nothing to buffer her tender backside from the fall.
"Why do you do it?" Shelby demanded, voice low and husky. "Why do you insist on wearing me out like this?"
She leaned back against the baby grand, hands drifting and rubbing so far up to where her dress hiked a few inches up her smooth, alabaster thighs. The neckline opened up into a V-neck that didn't exist before, light spilling onto the top of her now exposed cleavage. Rachel gaped unabashedly from her spot on the ground. Shelby never looked so pale, so shamelessly exposed, her skin a translucent contrast to her dark hair shimmering under the beams overhead. And—Jesus!—what the fuck happened to that dress, once purple and now pitch black, a new tear slit up her thigh? Rachel felt a new wave of whiplash overtake her.
She swallowed thickly before creeping steadily on all fours towards her, accentuating every move with a deliberate sway of her hips, anything to distract and appease Shelby in the most immediate form possible.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," she simpered, her tears now dried streaks trekking down her red-brimmed cheeks. Placing tentative hands on her mother's knees, she drew her legs apart, her eyes never once leaving Shelby's unrelenting gaze.
"Please," she murmured, lowering her mouth, watching Shelby's eyebrow lift suspiciously. "Let me make it up to you."
With that, she dove in, her tongue lashing out at her mother's reddened clit, her own emerging as she coaxed Shelby's out of its hood. A wave of heat surged through her nose and mouth, her mother's heat clearly having started long before Rachel was brought to her knees. She barely had time to take a breath before Shelby gripped the back of her head, mashing her face deeper into her core. Rachel's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head, her mother's wanton, intoxicating musk flooding her senses.
"God… fuck yes," Shelby seethed, flexing her hips. "Show me what else that pretty little mouth can do."
Wordlessly, she obeyed, her tongue feverishly delving in and out of her mother's slick, brewing cunt. Her head burrowed deeper as she drank her down, her nose nudging Shelby's clit as she worked. Her tongue drew back swiftly, lips parting to suction her delicate inner folds before dragging them hungrily into her mouth. She let out an involuntary moan, the feel of the blood rushing to her mother's warmed flesh driving her up the wall. God, what she wouldn't give to have Shelby ravage her against the wall once she was done! The thought alone sent a tremor to her own starving cunt.
"You know what? I don't think you're all that sorry," Shelby groaned, fisting her hand into her daughter's long, dark tresses, pressing her tighter to her center. Rachel gave a small yelp of surprise, her protests muffled as Shelby's legs locked around her head.
She couldn't remember the last time Shelby had been this forward, so eager to have her mouth on her. Twice as shocking was how Shelby had let her venture there at all. She stole a glance up at her, eyes straining to see as her mother's lust filled cries goaded her on, Shelby's hair tossed back in a harried mess, one hand clutching the back of the stool while the other remained curled in her daughter's hair. She passed her tongue over her lower lip, dragging it between her teeth as she bore down around Rachel's artful fingers, which, at some point, had stealthily slipped inside.
"Fuck! Ray," she grunted, untangling her fingers from Rachel's long locks and reaching down to fondle the girl's breast through the flimsy confines of her blouse.
Rachel's teeth closed gently around her clit, her nipples puckered at the sharp contact of Shelby's fingers. She pulled back and carefully extracted her fingers, caked in essence, sucking them into her mouth before wrapping an arm around one of Shelby's shapely thighs. She lowered her mouth again in hot pursuit, nails biting into the smooth surface of her mother's inner thigh, Shelby's own fingers pinching and pulling at one of her nipples.
On and on, her tongue danced, her mother's pleasured cries carrying higher and higher until—
"Poker face!"
Her head nearly shot up from between Shelby's legs, so unnerved by the sudden outburst she barely registered her mother spewing graciously into her mouth. So, that explained why this all felt so familiar. Truth be told, she couldn't remember them ever having a solid moment together by the piano like that since their first duet. It was a shame they had to reunite here under such extreme circumstances.
"That's one way to improve your range," an all too familiar voice intoned behind her.
Rachel's head snapped in its general direction, panic settling deep within her belly. Her eyes narrowed, her vision blurring to accommodate the sudden darkness. There, lingering by double doors stretched ahead stood Quinn Fabray, hair fully restored in a high pony on top of her head, the ruffles of her cheer uniform revealing a pair of firm, toned legs even at a distance.
"A little on the nose," she continued, slowly emerging into the light, "but hey. Who am I to complain?"
Rachel leapt to her feet in a fumbled attempt to pull herself together, disengaging herself from Shelby's punishing fingers. A rush of air carried up her skirt as she stood, enough to make her wince in pain, her ass still very much sore from her mother's lesson. She rushed to button her blouse, looking to Shelby for help in formulating some semblance of an explanation. She never imagined it would go down like this. Caught between her mother's legs, on campus of all places, mouth swollen, Shelby's leg hiked over her shoulder.
And for fuck's sake, out of everyone in Lima who could've found them, why did it have to be Quinn?!
Shelby was unfazed. "Miss Fabray," she drawled. "Quelle surprise!"
Even in the dark, Rachel could clearly make out a twisted smirk etched into the blonde's features. She offered no remark, never once stole a glance in Rachel's direction as she neared the lip of the stage. She didn't even bother to finish readjusting herself, catching an odd, mischievous glint in Quinn's eyes as she approached them.
"Well?" Shelby said with one brow raised emphatically, legs splayed generously. "Come to check out the competition?"
Quinn climbed up effortlessly, the smile never leaving her face. "In more ways than one."
Rachel scampered off to the side, unsure of what to do now that they'd been discovered. Shelby barely seemed to notice, absentmindedly examining her nails as Quinn came closer, closer than Rachel admittedly cared for.
"Not the rehearsal I was expecting," she remarked dryly, tucking a few wispy, golden locks behind her ear. "Still, can't say I'm disappointed."
"Tell me more," Shelby beckoned, never bothering to close her legs, the look in her eyes practically inviting. Quinn took the bait, the two of them exchanging a long meaningful glance as she strolled forward. Rachel stared back and forth between them, searching her mind for something, anything, to break the awkward tension in the air. Her words failed her, the lecherous gaze between them growing more apparent by the minute.
Without preamble, Quinn was pulled into her mother's lap with a practiced ease, Shelby smashing their lips together, Quinn returning the favor with a matched vigor. Rachel watched in horror, a morbid mixture of envy, disgust, and—much to her own shame—arousal forming low in her belly. As her gaze lingered, they clutched each other tighter, Quinn mounting to straddle Shelby's hips, arms looped around her neck, Shelby's own hands roaming wildly in search of whatever trace of flesh she could find. The skirt of Quinn's uniform offered little coverage, hiking farther up as Shelby's nails raked over her thighs.
"You shouldn't wear this thing around so much, Tink," Shelby admonished lightly, the girl's mouth drifting along her jaw, all the way to her ear. Quinn paid her no mind, lost in the feel of smooth, pale skin beneath her lips, Shelby's hand disappearing under her skirt.
Tink?! Fucking Tinkerbell?!
Rage discolored her cheeks, a wave of jealousy rolling hotly over her.
No fucking way….
Quinn melted at the endearment, joining their lips again before shifting off her lap, Shelby cradling the back of her head as she moved down to bury her face between her ample breasts, her nipples pebbling in effect.
Rachel finally decided she'd had enough.
"Get away from my mother, bitch," she growled.
Quinn's eyes slid over, barely grazing in her direction. "You weren't treating her like a mother two minutes ago," she taunted, her menacing grin enough to set Rachel off again. Shelby didn't even spare her a glance, her head tipped back as she nudged Quinn closer.
Her nostrils flared. "Did you hear what the fuck I just said? Get away from her," she snarled.
Refusing to be ignored, she started forward, ready to tear the girl off her mother before Quinn turned halfway in Shelby's lap. Before she could object, Quinn's hand shot out, ripping away at the loose fabric of her blouse. Buttons popped off and flew in every direction, Rachel recoiling with a startled cry. Her breasts tumbled free, her bra doing little to conceal her toughened nipples. Her mouth dropped open, her gaze locked on the pair leering hungrily at her.
Shelby crooked a finger under the blonde's chin. "Bring her to me," she commanded in a hushed whisper, sending her off with a swift smack to her ass.
Rachel shrank back, Quinn advancing on her with a predatory gaze. "Quinn, what are you doing?"
"Shut up," she snapped, seizing her arm and throwing her with superhuman strength until she landed backwards into Shelby's clutches once again.
Shelby's hands cuffed down around her wrists, pinning them flush to her side. She struggled to twist free, Shelby's legs coming to tangle around her own and bind her in place.
"I wouldn't, baby girl," she purred into her ear. "You're fine right where you are."
Rachel froze, the tone in Shelby's voice leaving no room for argument, the sting in her backside serving as a subtle reminder of what might happen if she moved. Her breath hitched in her throat as the blade of Shelby's tongue flicked over her ear.
Quinn was on her now, dividing the ruined remains of her blouse, eyes never leaving the tips of her breasts as she slid the garment down her shoulders. Rachel shuddered, practically feeling her nipples peak under her sharp gaze. When she was sure Rachel would remain still, Shelby withdrew her hands, tracing her fingertips along the lower band of her bra before promptly snapping open the clasp. Quinn helped to remove it, the article tossed carelessly off to the side.
"I can't decide which one of you I hate the most," Quinn pondered aloud, running the pad of her forefinger over the junction between Rachel's breasts all the way down to her belly. "Honestly, you're by far the most pretentious cunts I've ever met in my fuckin' life," she laughed, the obscenity rolling smoothly off her tongue.
Rachel shivered between them, unsure of what was even happening to her. Over her mother's lap one minute and sandwiched between her and Quinn the next…. What kind of drugs was she on?!
Shelby's grim chuckle came over her shoulder. "Please! We both know you've wanted this for a while now."
Rachel wriggled uncomfortably between them. "Mommy, what—"
"Enough, Rachel," Shelby said, tapping her hip in warning, her breath skimming over her bare shoulder. "I told you not to interrupt."
"Interrupt what?" Rachel sputtered. "Please let me go—"
She was cut off abruptly as Quinn's lips crashed into her own, Rachel's hands flying up instantly to shove her away. Shelby caught hold of her wrists again, wrenching them behind her back. She screamed into her mouth as Quinn jerked her head back, Shelby leaning down to sink her teeth into her daughter's shoulder. She clenched her eyes tightly, anything to escape this horror, moaning into Quinn's mouth as Shelby's questing fingers sought out her dripping slit again, playing over her pretty pink flesh.
Finally, Quinn drew back, leaving her breathless.
"Quinn," she panted, her head swimming. "Quinn, please—"
The blonde's hand sailed through the air in a blur and caught her in the mouth. Rachel's head rocked back violently, blood springing from a fresh gash in her lip. Her head hung low, shoulders heaving with broken sobs.
"Please," Quinn sneered, fixing her grip on the girl's chin, "for once in your life, kindly shut the fuck up."
She heard Shelby snort behind her, her clit twitching as her mother's fingers dipped slowly in and out of her, conditioning her to the pain whether she meant to or not.
Quinn directed her eyes toward Shelby again. "Well? Can I…?" Rachel could've sworn she detected a hint of desperation in her voice, Quinn's eyes searching Shelby's for approval.
Again, the dark chuckle. "Go ahead," she said, withdrawing and flexing her soaked fingers as if to prove a point. "She's ready now."
Quinn's mouth stretched into a lewd grin, dropping low to capture one of Rachel's darkened nipples. Rachel let out a low whine, protesting weakly in spite of her pleasure seeping into Shelby's persistent hand.
"Shh, easy now, princess," her mother cooed with surprising gentleness, guiding Rachel to lean back fully against her. "Just relax. Shoulders back… that's a good girl. Stick those tits out for me."
She arched into Quinn's mouth with a subdued whimper. Shelby's hands moved to knead and mold her breasts, helping to push them further into Quinn's mouth, the blonde's hand traveling down to cup her dripping void.
"Feels good, doesn't she, Tink?" Shelby drawled. "Everything you expected?"
Quinn hummed in agreement, her mouth never leaving Rachel's breast. She used the tip of her nail to tease her open, slipping effortlessly inside.
"Jesus, that's fuckin' tight," she hissed, reclaiming her finger to sample a taste. She squatted down between Rachel's knees, her crystal gaze burning into Rachel's core as she spread her open.
"Sorry," she locked eyes with her. "But you know I've never been able to resist temptation." Her head vanished under her skirt.
Rachel threw her head back, her body stiffening against Shelby's as Quinn's lips sealed around her pert clit to suck, drawing deep guttural moans from her lips.
Shelby's enticing fingers continued to work around her small breasts, tweaking and pinching mercilessly at her nipples, her lips glued to Rachel's neck. Using what little willpower she had left, she shifted away from the blonde's unyielding tongue, Shelby's arms tightening around her at the slightest move.
"Keep going," she ordered. "She's not going anywhere. If she fights me, she knows what'll happen." She redirected her attention to the trembling girl in her lap.
Quinn readily obeyed, her tongue slithering in quickening circles around Rachel's swollen nub before entering her, Shelby reaching down to stroke the head bobbing between her legs. Shelby's hand fell away, Quinn rising slowly to meet Rachel's gaze. Relief washed over her, Rachel silently hoping it was almost over until Quinn swept aside her own skirt, the feel of something rough poking and prodding against her. Her stomach fell. Surely, it wasn't…? No. It couldn't have been. There was no way in hell a simple cheer uniform could accommodate hiding that.
Quinn stole an inquisitive glance at her mother again, Shelby nodding into her daughter's shoulder in turn. Her lips curled into a wry smile, Rachel fearing the worst. Without warning, Quinn cast aside her skirt with a dramatic flair, a monster of a shaft harnessed to her front. Rachel felt her insides twist in both horror and amusement. Quinn was undoubtedly way too small to sport something so ridiculously huge. She almost managed to laugh until she remembered the nonverbal exchange between them, sealing her fate.
She thrashed helplessly in her mother's lap, Quinn's fist belting her across the mouth before her legs were thrown open again. Strangled cries fell from the girl's bloodied mouth as Quinn slammed into her, reaming her open, Shelby bucking into her from behind. She snatched her head back by the hair, gnashing her teeth into Rachel's neck, the girl's hips shooting up involuntarily as her mother's fingers found her abused cunt one last time.
"Oh, god," Shelby husked, releasing her grip on Rachel's wrist to cup the back of Quinn's neck and pull her in for a kiss, Rachel begging and crying for the end.
No, no, no, no, no, no—
"NO!"
She stirred and jolted upright in bed, her screams piercing the deafening silence of the room. Her eyes bounced blindly around the room, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her bearing.
"Whoa! And… no!" She buried her face in her hands. "No, no, no—"
"Ray?" Shelby bolted up alongside her, voice laden with concern, a comforting contrast to whatever alternate version of her Rachel experienced earlier. "Baby?" She touched a hand to the small of her daughter's back, the warmth anchoring her steadily back to reality.
Rachel turned to look at her, desperately seeking out her familiar features, almost afraid the dream had never truly ended. The room was dark save for a small sliver of light from the streetlamps peeling in through the curtains, Shelby's naked form silhouetted before her. She could vaguely make out her mother's harried expression.
"Fine," she nodded slowly. "I-I'm fine."
Shelby let out a short breath, reaching up to scratch her head, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved. It was then that Rachel thought of her own nakedness, her mind whirling back to the slow, tender goodnight they had given each other just hours before then. She shuddered, remembering what soon followed.
"Bad dream?" Shelby surmised.
She squirmed, the wetness between her knees growing more and more apparent with each movement. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
Shelby shushed her gently, her arms instinctively opening for Rachel to fall into. "Sweet baby. It's fine. Don't even worry about it. C'mere." She cuddled her close, kissing the top of her head. "Mommy's right here. I won't let anything happen to you."
She thought back morbidly to what she'd witnessed in her dream, shivering in spite of Shelby's warmth. "You promise?"
Shelby gave a sleepy chuckle. "Silly. Of course I do. It's over now. Mommy's gotcha."
She scooped her up and leaned them back, snuggling her head to her chest. Rachel's breath evened out slowly, her mother's hands massaging loving circles into her bare back. Shelby's own elevated heartrate slowed beneath her ear, Rachel's head moving along with the rise and fall of her chest. On any other given night, she would have gladly gone back to sleep, the gentle thrum of her mother's heartbeat or the sound of her voice enough to lull her peacefully back. Here and now, with the gruesome details of her dream still fresh on her mind, the unwavering heat burning in her center, sleep was damn near impossible.
She craned her neck and glanced over at the burning red neon of the clock. Nearly two in the morning. Shelby wouldn't be up again for another four hours. Surely, there was enough time for just one more…?
Shelby's hands stilled against her back, resuming their earlier ministrations when she felt the girl stir in her arms again. She rose and untangled herself from Shelby's arms, bracing herself above her, hands on either side of her mother's head. Shelby sighed deeply at the loss of contact, delivering a few light taps to her ass.
"Come on, sweetheart. Back to bed. It's late."
Rachel said nothing, only smiled, leaning down to kiss her parted lips, Shelby far too tired to reciprocate. Still, she didn't seem to mind until she felt the sheets rustle, Rachel's kisses creeping lower and lower.
"Ray," she firmed her voice.
"Shh, it's okay," Rachel murmured around one of her nipples, hips undulating slowly, deliberately.
"Ugh. Go back to sleep," she groaned, turning and rolling away from her. "Christ, you're like a rabbit."
Rachel wouldn't be thwarted that easily. "I need you," she pleaded, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses, one arm draped over Shelby's hip.
"Rachel, I swear to god, if you don't go back to sleep…" she trailed off, fatigue seeping out of her voice with each passing second.
Rachel held fast. "Please," she pressed, her stray hand roaming until she found a familiar patch of dark curls. Anything to forget. "I can't sleep."
"Rachel, I swear, if I have to get up for whatever reason, I promise you, you won't sit for the rest of the day."
Rachel paused to consider her mother's words, her lips twitching into a mischievous smirk. Perhaps sleep was to blame, but honestly, did Shelby really think she considered that as a valid threat at this point? After all they'd been through? Maybe Shelby would give her a greater distraction than she'd hoped after all. Anything would help to remove all lingering thoughts of blonde hair and Cheerios uniforms.
She brought her lips close to Shelby's ear, teasing and nibbling gently. "Do your worst."
With a startling quickness, she was flipped over and thrown onto her back, their bodies colliding in a flurry of biting kisses and a tangle of swarming arms and legs.
A/N: TBC Just bear with me.