A/N: Don't own Glee or TVD. Again this chapter is M, or at least a small part of it is. Please R & R. Enjoy :)
Quinn's POV
I woke up with my covers wrapped around me, the sunlight brightly shining throat the window and my arms wrapped around Rachel's body. She was still asleep and as carefully as I could so not to wake her, I moved my arms and sat on the bed.
Last night was the first time I had ever known pleasure in the way it should be felt. I went over to my dresser and saw a folded up paper. It was the note Santana had slipped Rachel.
I looked over at Rachel to make sure she was still sleeping. I turned back the note and opened it as quietly as possible. What was inscribed was
Rachel,
If you get tired of Quinn, come over to my home and I will show you proper fun. Also, I have been meaning to to show you around town. Come over to my gates tomorrow morning and we'll figure out something to do.
-Santana
I was tempted to crumple it up and throw the note away, but Rachel knew Santana gave her a note and would wonder where it had gone.
I looked at Rachel. I smiled at the way she smiled in her sleep. Last night was... She was just as amazing as I had imagined her to be and more. I almost could not believe the intensity of my... oh well you know. I really did not want her to be seeing Santana. After knowing what it is like to be with her, intimately and otherwise, I don't want anyone but me touching her again.
I had to commend myself on my control last night. I have never had an urge that strong.
Not all of my grievances towards Santana and Rachel being together are selfish. Santana has no control over herself, I don't want her to hurt Rachel.
I heard Rachel stirring and began to put on the first layer of my outfit for today.
"Good morning," she said with a smile. I walked Dover to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning," I said.
She was silent for a moment and then said, "Thank you."
I looked at her. "Thank you? May I ask what for?" I said with a smile.
"Last night was better than I could have imagined. I wanted to thank you for making it so ...worth while. I'm so glad that I was intimate for the first time with someone I cared about." She said.
"Rachel, it may not have been the first time I was intimate with someone, but I wish it had been. It was the firs tone that really counted, because I care about you so much too. And you certainly didn't seem like you had never made love before," I said.
She blushed furiously and twisted her hair around in her fingers.
There was a knock on the door, before I could say not to come in, Santana opened the door.
"Hello, Quinn, where's Rache-" she started. She saw Rachel, naked and with her the blankets pulled up to cover herself up. "Oh," she said. She was visibly embarrassed and looked saddened knowing that Rachel and I had been together.
"I'm not very sorry to interrupt, but Rachel, I was wondering if you had read my note." Santana said.
"No, I was going to. I woke up just a moment ago," she said.
"We'll, there's no use in reading it now is there? I can just tell you now," Santana said, smiling awkwardly due to this embarrassing situation.
"I have a stage coach over at my grounds. I was hoping you would come with me. I would show you around town," she said.
I took a deep breath in, not daring to show my frustration at that idea.
Rachel looked at me tentatively. It was then that I realized something. Rachel and I were not together. As much as I wished that we were, as much as I wished that Santana wouldn't intrude on our relationship, Rachel and I are not exclusive. Santana and I have both been building our relationships with her and even though I have more of a right to a relationship with Rachel as I did see her first and we have now made love- Rachel must be very confused. She doesn't know where she stands. Why would she say no to Santana? I don't have any right to tell her what to do or stop her from being with someone else.
She looked back at Santana and smiled what seemed to be a genuine smile.
"I would love to," she said, before looking at me guiltily again.
"I'll leave you to change, unless you want me to stay," she said easing her eyebrows to Rachel.
Rachel smiled bashfully. Santana smiled and stared daggers at me.
"I'll be over at your house shorty," Rachel said as Santana was half way out the door. She then closed the door. Rachel got out from under the covers. She came over to me, still naked.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to leave you after last night- but things are still unclear as far as Santana is concerned. We haven't really talked about it, I can not just slight her now," she said.
"I know, it fine," I said. I knew she was right, but it wasn't fine. I wasn't find. Imaging Rachel with Santana made me want to rip someone's throat out (more than I usually do).
Rachel nodded. I could tell she wasn't convinced.
Rachel's POV
I feel horrid. I don't wish to hurt Quinn, but I can not abandon Santana now, that would be unfair to her. Quinn and I have never spoken about where we are in a relationship. I didn't want to hurt either of them, but neither of them seem to want to talk about it. It's almost like they're too proud to. Their rivalry seems to have existed long before I came along.
I, with the assistance of Daphne, Quinn's handmaiden, got dressed for today. I wore a beautiful cream colored lace bodice and large skirt. It almost resembled a wedding dress. It seems silly, but I hope that Santana would like it. Maybe I am over compensating for my loss of purity by wearing white, but I do not want Santana or Quinn for that matter to think any less of me because I gave into temptation.
As a last touch before I walked out of the door, I put on a small bonnet to match my attire. I walked over to Santana's home. She was waiting for me at the gate. She looked me up and down, as if about to pounce on me. "Rachel, you look lovely today. You look lovely any day," she said.
"You look marvelous as well," I said. She wore a bright red dress with a similar fit and style as mine, only without the lace.
"Shall we?" She asked.
I smiled. "We shall."
She escorted me to the grounds behind her home where a beautiful, shiny, black stage coach sat. It was very tall and enormous. It's doors were tall enough so that if you sat inside and lowered your head, nobody could see , I didn't see any horses.
"There are no horses," I said. She shook her head, walked over to the door and opened it, motioning for me to get inside.
"They're all in the stables," she said.
"I don't understand. If there are no horses, how are we supposed to move?" She asked.
"Rachel, I didn't want to ask you so forwardly in front of Quinn, but I did not ask you you here to show you around town," she said seductively.
"Oh," I said, surprised and incredulous.
She smiled and got into the carriage. I got in behind her and shut the door. The light coming from the open space of the doer was bright, but limited.
Santana's POV
Rachel got in the cab, and as I did so I had a perfect view of her perky, round breasts.
I wished that we had done this last night, before Quinn and Rachel- I shook the thought from my mind, not wanting to think about it.
Rachel sat next to me. Her skin and hair smelled of lemons and I pined for her. I kissed her, deep, sensual kiss that went along for several moments until Rachel moved her lips from my lips to my neck, while palming my breasts. Her tongue and lips felt like heaven on my neck and collar bone as she placed kissed along them.
"Rachel," I moaned.
I began to unlace her bodice. When I got to the final tie, it fell to the floor of the carriage, revealing her breasts. My mouth practically watered at the sight and I was taken over by passion. I leaned in and began to rove my tongue over her nipple, all the while tweaking the other with my fingers.
"Oh Santana," Rachel let out. It was extremely gratifying to here. I was getting over whelmed with what was happening and my instincts began to kick in. I felt my fangs protrude through my gums and I looked at Rachel's exposed neck, more tempered then I have ever been. Rachel had a shocked look on her face. Had she seen? The next moment, as I returned my mouth to her breast, she seemed normal again. I hoped she would chalk it up to imaging it due to the lack of light.
She removed her own skirt and mine. Without warning, she moved me so that I. Laid down on my back, my legs in the air and her head between them. She licked her lips and smiled at me. She licked my slit and I held my hand over my mouth to stop from screaming out her name. She moved her tongue up and down several times before letting it go deeper into me. She moved her hands and rubbed my outer lips and her tongue circled my clit. She came up and rubbed her hand on my legs.
"Rachel please," I begged, trying to control my breathing. I have never begged in my life for anything. She went back moving her tongue around, she reached her hands up and palmed my breasts. My bodice was still on, but she moved her hands underneath and rubbed them over my hard nipples.
"Oh, oh, Rachel!," I screamed. I didn't even care if anyone heard me now, I could compel them to forget anyway.
After another moment with her mouth exploring me, I writhed in ecstasy. What I felt after what was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, was pure bliss. I wanted to bring Rachel up to me, kiss her and lie with her there, forever. Rachel sat up and the look she gave me told my she wasn't done.
I sat up and followed her. She placed her right leg above my left one and her left under my right. We were now facing each other. She scored forward and our outer lips touched together. We gasped in unison as we felt it. Rachel started slowly moving her hips into mine, making me groan again. She then went harder and harder until our clits rubbed together. "Oh my god! Rachel," I screamed. "Yes, yes yes! Don't stop!" I said.
I came again and at the exact same time as Rachel did. She collapsed next to me. We both breathed heavily for a moment.
"Rachel, that was incredible," I said. She smiled and looked at me. "It was, wasn't it?"
I kissed her softly on the lips. And we giggled, amazed at what had just transpired.
I helped Rachel tie her corset back on. She opened her door and I opened mine and we both got out.
We began to walk along the grounds. We talked. We laughed. We were having fun. For nine hundred years I have existed- killing when when I needed to, doing what I wanted to, when I wanted to, but until I met Rachel I never truly lived. I was falling in love with her and it didn't scare me anymore, it made me happier than anything.
"Lady Santana," my handmaiden, Beth, called. "It is time for supper."
I sighed. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay with Rachel. I didn't want her to see Quinn ever again. But I had to go. We said our goodbyes and Rachel went onher merry way.
Quinn's POV
I looked out of my window waiting for Rachel to return before she actually did. I heard the door shut and Rachel's giddy laughter and her footsteps running up the stairs come after it. She opened the door smiled and ran towards me. She hugged me.
"Haha, what are you so happy f-" I started before smelling something. I didn't know what it was at first, but I was all over Rachel and it was very distinct. Then, I realized it was
Santana. Rachel was practically drenched in her essence and it made me furious.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her smile somewhat depreciated.
"Just... you were with Santana. I wish you were with just me." I said. A single tear ran down my cheek, for a second I didn't register what it was. I hadn't cried or even come close in over nine centuries. I was crying because I was feeling something- jealousy or Santana, hatred for her, she made me so angry and I was frustrated and scared that Rachel would pick her over me, even when I care for her so much.
"Quinn I-" she started to say, while moving a strand of hair behind my ear and lightly wiping away the tear. I breathed in.
"No, I know that I can not expect that from you, I know it's not fair for me to want you all to myself," I said. "I will fight for affections and I assure you, I will win," I said half joking. Well it made Rachel laugh, which made me happy, but I wasn't sure that I would win.