Sex with Rachel had always been good, better than good. Rachel was generally an eager participant, always willing to try new positions, new toys. But this time just felt different. Maybe because it had been so long since the last time that they had been together.

"Quinn."

Her name on Rachel's lips causes Quinn to shudder, as that possessive streak of hers comes back. The thought of that voice, that's an equal mixture of a low husky moan, and a pleading whine is enough to get her to redouble her efforts, her hips slamming against Rachel's ass. The strap-on around her waist was slick with Rachel's wetness.

Dinner had gone well, filled with laughter and the two of them catching up. She was just meant to walk Rachel home and then head back to her hotel room, but all it had taken was Rachel leaning up and kissing her that had led to their current events. It didn't matter how strong her will had been, or what her plans had been for the night. She had wanted this and clearly from Rachel's moans of pleasure she wanted this as well. "Fuck," Quinn hisses into Rachel's ear. They had done this before, and usually the words between them were filthy and exciting, but this time she couldn't think of anything as her hips moved at that blistering pace.

The sounds of the bed squeaking and flesh hitting flesh fills the room, mixed with Rachel's moans, and her grunts as she presses on, digging her fingers deeper into Rachel's waist marking her. It's only one of the marks on Rachel's body, and she almost feels sorry for Rachel's makeup artist. But people would know, that Rachel was hers. And at this moment in time, that was all that mattered.

They fit together, even if the sex at this moment in time was desperate and needy, and maybe not as great as it should be, they fit, and she only hoped that Rachel understood her feelings, that Rachel wanted her just as much as she wanted Rachel.

It's not long before Rachel's body quivers as she orgasms, hard but despite that she continues on pushing the pace she's been at. Pleasure, pain it doesn't matter anymore, she just needs to keep going to keep being joined with Rachel. It's supposed to be their moment, and even as she begins to pull the toy out so they can switch positions there is a loud banging at the door, that causes Rachel to twitch. "Ignore it," Quinn mumbles into Rachel's ear.

Rachel nods for a moment and tries to focus on Quinn as she's flipped over only for the knocking to get steadier and louder with each passing moment. She freezes for a moment, "What if it's my stalker?"

"You have a stalker?" Quinn frowns, of all the days to decide to not bring her gun, or a weapon.

Rachel shrugged, "I am a famous Broadway actress Quinn, and this is my apartment? Who else would it be?"

Quinn frowns, Rachel made a very good point. "Do you have a gun?"

Rachel made a face, "Of course not, I am very anti-gun, I've read the stats did you know that there is an increased likelihood—" she's quieted by a kiss from Quinn and she scowls a bit before kissing Quinn quickly. "I have some sharp knives?" she offers after a moment.

Quinn hesitates for a moment before nodding, she could make do with a knife. She'd invest in a security system for Rachel if it was. "I'll give you a lesson in gun safety and find something that you should keep around to keep yourself safe when I'm not here," Quinn promises.

"I don't actually want—" Rachel huffs when Quinn hops out of bed and slips out of the strapon. Rachel looks around and finds her robe and slips it on as she quickly follows Quinn who had found her knives and had picked smallest sharpest one. "Be careful Quinn," she whispers as Quinn approaches the door.

Quinn flashes Rachel a small smile before she checks the peephole, her body goes rigid and she opens the door a crack, poking her head past it. "What are you doing here?"

Lawrence raised a brow at his granddaughter's tone, "You aren't picking up your phone," he replies bluntly as he pushes on the door, frowning when Quinn blocks it. "Lucy."

"Unless the world is ending, then I don't care, it's my vacation. I haven't had one in three years. So, whatever this is, even if the world is ending all I can say is let some other asshole handle it."

Lawrence takes a breath, it sounds irritated. "Lucy, as I've informed you the upper echelons of the Templar's have been going through a civil war, now is not the time to take time off. Since you've joined my faction there are those who will do anything and everything to undermine you, to make it seem like you are simply a product of nepotism. You doing this is giving them the chance."

Quinn rolled her eyes; she was happy for the first time everything fit. Rachel fit, her professional life was finally firing on all cylinders, her family life was still a disaster but Charlie was trying and things were going well all things considered. "I hear words grandad—"

"I tried to warn your sister, I tried to inform she was in danger but she wasn't listening to me. She didn't hear me Quinn."

Quinn's posture stiffened for a moment as her muscles went rigid, "You did what? I told you to stay away from her, that she would talk to you when she was ready if she was ever ready. She's still trying to figure out where I fit into her life, and she's trying to balance the whole Templar thing with what she knows. Why would you just—" Quinn lets out a frustrated breath of air, her fingers twitching.

Rachel touched Quinn's lower back, causing Quinn to turn to her. "If you need to go save the world—"

"World can burn, I want to spend my week with you," Quinn mumbled to her, smiling when a ghost of a smile crosses Rachel's lips.

"Well my hallway isn't the place to be discussing sensitive matters. How about you go put on some clothes, I should have some sweats that might be a bit short but should fit and a few hoodies, I can put some tea on and the two of you can talk."

Quinn was about to nod before hesitating, "We should go—"

"I don't really want you to leave Quinn," Rachel interrupts, meeting Quinn's shocked look with another smile. "I think we clearly need to have a conversation and I'm afraid that if you walk through that door, I may never see you again. So, go, maybe shower, put on something and then come join us for tea."

Quinn turned to her grandfather and her lips twisted into a scowl, "Behave."

"I'm a harmless old man Quinn—"

"Bullshit. If he does anything weird, let me know," Quinn said as she pulls away from the door and gives Rachel a quick kiss on the cheek. She needed a shower and a moment to collect her thoughts.

~ O ~

Rachel flicked her eyes back and forth between Quinn and her grandfather. You could cut the tension with a knife, despite the fact that Lawrence was busy sipping on his tea as if there was nothing wrong. He hadn't said a word since she had let him inside. Quinn on the other hand was currently sitting beside her with her arms crossed over her chest. "If you want I can—"

"Stay." Quinn said immediately reaching for Rachel's hand. "Whatever this—" Quinn nods towards her grandfather. "I want you beside me Rachel."

Rachel looked over at Lawrence who merely shrugs, as if he wasn't bothered by her presence. "Is this how Templar's generally do business?" She whispers to Quinn.

"Of course not. He's doing this because he outranks me and he's my grandfather. This is more grandfather, than commanding officer," Quinn explains. "Because going to meet Charlie when she expressed no interest on meeting him is something a grandfather would do not a commanding officer who knows better would do."

Rachel turned to look back at Lawrence who seemed amused by Quinn's words. "Well I can understand the need to connect with family—"

Quinn turned to Rachel sharply, "Don't encourage him. Also don't feel sorry for him just because he's an old man and you might think that he's a bit senile. He is still as dangerous as he ever was."

"Something your twin found out the hard way," Lawrence mused. "Though I'm certain if she wasn't enraged at my presence she could have put on a better fight. Her instincts are sharp, it's a shame that your father never thought to train her in how to use her magic. It's probably for the best she'd be far more dangerous. Though from what I've seen she's holding back."

"Of course, she is, it's easier to kill than it is to subdue people. The only reason that she's not out there murdering Templars for what they did to her is because I think Charlie likes me, or at least tolerates me, and even if she didn't Santana—"

"The one that calmed her down?" Lawrence prompted.

"Brunette, loud and annoying as shit," Quinn informed her grandfather. "Charlie's in love with her."

"Really?" Rachel said raising a brow.

Quinn shrugged, "Their relationship is weird. Maybe but she clearly cares about Santana, I tried to give her advice about it, but she basically told me to mind my business."

Lawrence raised a busy brow; Santana had managed to keep Charlie rather calm. "I've been going about this the wrong way. To get Charlie to join our faction, I need to convince this Santana that it's in her best interest to have Charlie on our side."

"This is Templar business, Charlie isn't a Templar, and she never will be."

Lawrence sighed; he had expected better from Quinn. "If Santana is Charlotte's weak point, what do you think will happen when your father comes to this realization?"

Quinn narrows her eyes, "I can say a lot of things about my father, but he's not an idiot. Charlie—"

"The Templar's are at an impasse and your father wants vindication that he made the right decision. The—" Lawrence paused for a moment and turned to look at Rachel for a moment, "Nothing I say must be made public."

Rachel licks her lips and looks at Quinn, "I—okay. I won't breathe a word about this to anyone."

Lawrence frowned before sighing, "The shadows that you faced, that weren't quite shadows were created by Templars. The fires in California, creatures that were created by the Templars. The entire situation in the Middle East—"

"What situation?" Rachel pressed and bit her lip when both Quinn and Lawrence looked at her. "Never mind."

"Haven't you noticed the uptick of supernatural events? The magical drugs. Ash, the drug that you were investigating before your transfer—the increase of violence from the magic-touched community, all within the past six months? Didn't you question it?" Lawrence sighed when Quinn looked surprised. "I'm surprised that you haven't put it together."

"There hasn't been an increase of violence from the magic-touched community, they've been more active. Sure, some peaceful protests have devolved into riots, but you can chalk that up to agitators. I thought that Charlie's meteoric rise was bound to have a positive effect on the magic-touched community. Charlie has basically become their unofficial ambassador. Titan's been managing any potential fall-out, by having a hard line on Charlie's position."

"Who do you think the agitators are?" Lawrence watched as a gamut of emotions ran across Quinn's face as she began to put together everything he had said. He turns to Rachel, "Give her a moment, she can be slow sometimes. So, what are your intentions with my granddaughter?"

Rachel blinked, the whiplash from the speed of the conversation was almost too much but from what she could piece together, "That sounds like a conspiracy—"

"More or less. I'm handling it." Lawrence waved his hand. "So, your intentions?" he prompts.

Rachel ignored Lawrence and turned to look at Quinn, they had argued about the role of the Templar's in society. Quinn had truly believed that they were incorruptible, a bastion against the darkness. The last line of defense against everything that went bump in the night. "Quinn—"

Quinn turned to look at Rachel and reaches for her hand squeezing it. "I probably shouldn't have dragged you into this mess," she admits. "I just want you to be apart of my life, probably picked the wrong time to bring you back into my life." Quinn takes a breath. Having her grandfather spell it out for her, made her feel slow. She hadn't seen it, and if she had, she'd simply chalked it up to Charlie's rise in popularity. "You want to use Charlie's popularity as a way to push the other factions aside."

"She's beloved right now," Lawrence pointed out, "And she's powerful."

"I think—" Rachel began only for both Quinn and Lawrence to look at her. "The best disinfectant for corruption is light."

"The Templars have a use," Quinn responded after a moment, though from her tone it was clear she wasn't sure herself. "I'll help—but after this is done, after we've won. You and the rest of the council need to step aside. I get a seat on the council."

"If you want my seat—"

"I want the North American seat; I need to be here. No more running away." Quinn said, if she was in North America, she could make her home back here with Rachel." They would need to talk about their relationship but when she feels Rachel squeeze her hand, she knows that they may indeed have a future.