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Sam had had just about enough of her teasing and dismissed her by pushing her off his lap. It seemed either she anticipated this moved or had extraordinary reflexes, either way she caught herself just before she ended up in an unladylike pile on the ground and instead knelt between his legs.

Rachel pouted, knowing that was his weakness when it came to her, he'd always had some strange fascination with her lips. "Now now Sam, play nice."

"You know I don't like when you tease me and don't follow through, is this what this bet is?"

"Of course not Sammy, there's a prissy bitch that needs to be taken down a few notches" Rachel replied, slightly hurt by the accusation that she'd scheme against him rather than with him but she quickly covered it.

He sighed, curious despite himself "Who's the troll you wish me to seduce then?"

"Quinn Fabray.. She's hardly a troll Sam" Rachel admitted begrudgingly.

"Compared to you, they're all trolls" he winked.

She smiled at his compliment, used to them by now. "Well? What do you say?"

He took longer than necessary to ponder it, he liked making her wait and testing her patience, she'd done it enough times to him "Hmm the virgin Queen? I knew there had to be some kind of catch to this plan. Why will it matter if I sleep with her or not?" Sam replied, eyebrow quirked wonderingly.

She huffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because she's highly religious therefore supposed to wait till marriage and only date clean cut gentlemen, which you are clearly not. One night with you and she'll be ruined." She paused "So are you in or out, Evans?"

He couldn't deny that he wasn't tempted, he had been kept up many nights with thoughts of bedding the perfect princess, Rachel Berry. His mind traveled back to a fantasy he'd had of her involving handcuffs and that alone was enough to convince him to say yes.

"Yes or no!" she snapped, tired of waiting, she knew he was doing it on purpose to press her buttons.

He leaned down capturing her chin with his hand, face softening "Of course I am. When have I ever denied you anything, Rach?"

Rachel jerked her face from his hand and sat back on her heels, eyes narrowing "Quit the sappy shit Evans, it doesn't suit you. Plus you need to save it for Fabray." She smirked glad the bet had been accepted.

"Don't worry, Princess I've got enough to go round."

"Yes maybe a little too much, which is probably the reason you've had to visit the clinic so many times." Rachel said patronizingly as if talking to a child. "Now, lets talk about what happens if you can't bed her in 2 months and I win."

"I don't understand? Surely seeing her social destruction is victory enough?"

Rachel laughed out loud "Of course not, she's just getting what she deserves Sam. Now, lets see.. I want to swap drivers. Mine is forever late and just terrible but Mother refuses to fire him as he's considered 'part of the family', whatever that means" She sighed.

"Hmm, that's hardly fair but acceptable I guess, plus I think I'll make use of the car when I win, we'll have to put up the partition of course, wouldn't want James to hear you purring my name." Sam smirked and ran his fingers down Rachel's arm.

"You're heinous"

He laughed, loving their interactions. He'd never admit it but along with drinking and sleeping with random girls, his banter with Rachel was one of the things he looked forward to most about his days. "Anyway, what has she ever done to make you unleash me on her?"

Rachel looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. Obviously this subject made her uncomfortable, she almost looked self-conscious as she replied through gritted teeth. "Finn seems quite taken with her."

"Finn? That dough boy you've been sleeping with? You don't even like him!" he scoffed at the ridiculousness of the situation he'd got himself into.

Her eyes flashed at the statement and bored into his. "That's not the point Sam! It's the principle of the matter. She took something that belonged to me, simple as that."

He almost thought she was going to stick her tongue out at him that's how much he thought she was acting like a child. "Fine, it's not like I can back out now anyway" he muttered.

Suddenly the smile was back, fully lighting up her face "Perfect!" she said as she stood up getting ready to make her exit to meet up with Santana and Brittany. She was already 10 minutes late which was sure to put Santana in a bad mood. Convincing Sam had taken longer than anticipated.

Sam reached out to grab her arm, stopping her from fleeing but she easily sidestepped as he was too lazy to even move from his spot. "Going so soon? I thought we could strategize?"

Rachel scoffed and replied "As much as I'd love to see that bitch go down, you're deluded if you think I'm going to help you as then I'd have to pay up before I'd mentally prepared myself for whatever sick fantasies you have in that head of yours."

He laughed, taking it all in stride and winked "Oh, you have no idea."

"Anyway I've got to go, good luck Sammy" Rachel grinned and waved slowly whilst waiting for the elevator to come.

"I think you forget who you're talking to, I don't need luck. Have fun and tell Santana to call me." He called out as the doors were closing knowing Rachel hated when Sam went near her friends.