Not Like I Think About You Constantly
By: Tracy Cook
Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.
Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.
Rating: M
Chapter Ten
Coping
Hazel eyes roamed over the form of the sleeping woman. She looked so peaceful, despite having just had surgery to remove the bullet from her side and blood transfusions to sustain her life. She still looked so strong even with the needle in her arm. She looked like internally she was fighting a battle for her life and it looked like she was winning.
Rachel Berry was the strongest person that she knew.
Quinn, on the other hand was not quite as strong as she led people to believe. Currently she was having an internal battle of her own. She was struggling with what was right and what was wrong, with relief and fear. She was relieved that the doctors had told her that Rachel was going to be fine and that she would wake up within the next few hours, but she was terrified about what would happen when those large brown eyes opened and found her sitting there.
Would she remember everything that happened?
Would she remember the kiss that they had shared in the bathroom?
Quinn hoped that she would forget. Forget her professing her feelings, forget the kiss, forget everything that had happened between the two of them. Not that she herself would be capable of forgetting the kiss anytime in the near future. But, it would make it so much harder to forget everything if the starlet remembered.
If Rachel did not forget what had happened, she knew that she would never let it go. She would follow her around endlessly and ask about it, try and win her over, try and display affection in front of the entire school. The thought caused her heart to race and her stomach to turn as she sent up another silent prayer to God asking him to make her forget, and asking him to forgive her for her mistakes.
Quinn had the strong urge to leave the room and never come back, but she couldn't. Not until she knew that Rachel was safe and smiling again. 'She should always be smiling. She deserves to smile.'
So, instead of leaving, she had been sitting in the room watching her rest for over five hours now.
Rachel's dads had been stopping by every hour or so in order to see if her condition had changed. On one instance they had told Quinn that she could leave if she wanted to, or if she needed to do anything else, but she refused. Haley had also come by to check on her best friend a few times. Holding a brief conversation with her about how she was so relieved that Rachel was safe and how worried she had been.
She had told Haley that Rachel was going to be fine and that she would watch over her. The tutor had been rightfully hesitant, but finally agreed to give Quinn her phone number and leave, as long as she assured her that she would call if anything changed.
The truth was that Quinn wanted to be alone with Rachel.
As selfish as it was. She wanted to be the one sitting beside her bed holding her hand. She wanted to be the first one to see those beautiful eyes flutter open and fill with life again. She needed to see it with her own eyes in order to believe it to be true.
Plus, when she was alone with her it allowed her to be more affectionate with her. 'There is no way I could sit here and stare at her if other people were in here... It would make me feel awkward and guilty... I just want to watch her sleep... Wow, Quinn, you are starting to seriously sound like a creeper... you just want to watch her sleep? What does that even mean?'
As her eyes wandered over the brunette's face she noticed that her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked to be in pain. When Rachel let out a soft whimper, she felt compelled to comfort her. Chewing on her bottom lip, she sat up in the chair and stared at her hand that was resting on the bed. She had the most adorable hands. 'I love her hands… they are not manly at all…' Quinn willed herself to ignore the nagging voice telling her to stop and she reached out covering one of Rachel's hands with her own.
Immediately the other woman stopped whimpering and she blushed softly knowing that it was because of her. It made her feel proud.
After a few minutes of sitting awkwardly, with her hand covering Rachel's, she allowed her hand to relax and her thumb to start tracing small circles over the back of her hand. Her skin was so soft. Smiling, she watched as Rachel's face returned to one of serenity.
'She is so beautiful... and her skin is so soft...' Her blush intensified at the thought and she quickly pushed it away.
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"How's Rachel doing?" Brooke asked from the couch as Haley made her way into her house. She had been watching her favorite soap opera and impatiently waiting for her girlfriend to get back from the hospital.
Haley sighed and sat down on the couch crossing her legs and glancing over at her. "I guess she's doing well." She said with a wave of her hand and a worried look. "Quinn is watching over her, and she said that she would call if anything changes."
Brooke scrunched her face at the mention of Quinn watching over Rachel. "That is still so weird."
"I know, right!" She agreed, laughing. "But, at least Rachel will be ecstatic when she wakes up regardless of her injuries."
Staring over at Haley she wondered what she was talking about. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted, she looked completely dumbfounded by the statement. The tutor noticed the look and her heart started racing as Brooke's lips quirked up into a devious smirk. "And why would you say that, tutor-girlfriend?"
She blushed at the nickname that the gorgeous woman had given her. Honestly, she still was not comfortable being someone's girlfriend. It was strange and new, yet exciting.
Knowing that Rachel would be very upset with her if she told Quinn's best friend about her feelings, she tried to cover up her slip of the tongue. "Uh, no reason really."
"Oh come on!" Brooke pleaded, leaning forward and staring into Haley's large brown eyes. She loved gossip and she wanted to know what was going on between their best friends. "Just tell me!?"
Haley flashed a look of disapproval at her childish behavior and spoke in a serious tone. "Brooke. Rachel would kill me if I told you."
"Oh, don't be so over-dramatic Hales, like she's really gonna kill you."
For a moment she thought it over. Rachel Berry could go to extreme measures when something that she loved was on the line. Brooke was right, she more than likely would not kill the tutor, but she was capable of doing something equally insane. "You don't know Rachel very well, do you?"
"No. But, you're her best friend. I doubt that she'd kill you." She crawled across the couch to be closer to her. "Besides, I'm not gonna tell anyone, and we're girlfriends. Girlfriends tell each other everything right?" Her smile widened.
Haley appeared apprehensive as she pursed her lips and stared down into hazel eyes. She knew that couples were supposed to talk about things. "I guess so, but—"
"—So, spill!" Brooke exclaimed, her voice cracking with excitement as she lunged forward and pinned Haley against the couch, shocking her.
Blushing brightly she tried once again to tell her that she couldn't. "Brooke, I just really—" Haley was interrupted mid-sentence as Brooke leant up and captured her lips with her own. "Mmm…" She moaned out against those perfect lips as her body reacted. "Well, I could be persuaded." She mumbled between kisses.
"Good to know." Brooke whispered out hotly against Haley's lips, causing her body to quake with need. Leaning up once more she pressed her lips to the tutor's, only this time the kiss grew heated and passionate. Both girls moaned into the kiss as Brooke tangled her fingers in Haley's hair and pulled her as close as possible, running her tongue along her bottom lip and begging for entrance. Her body felt like it was on fire.
Brooke had slept with many people in her lifetime, but she never felt this connection with them. It was more than just passion.
Haley gasped out and opened her mouth allowing Brooke's tongue to invade. Their tongues started a dance and both let out soft hums of pleasure. Haley attempted to commit every detail to memory. The way that she tasted, the way that her soft lips felt against hers, how Brooke's body moved, and how her fingers felt tangled in her hair. She could feel an ache forming between her thighs that terrified her.
A few weeks ago she hadn't even been kissed, and now she was sitting on a couch with Brooke practically laying on top of her and kissing her with intoxicating fever.
When Brooke pulled out of the kiss in order to take in a breath, she was wearing a content dimpled grin that spread from one ear to the other. She almost looked inebriated. Gathering herself, she asked Haley, "What were we talking about?"
"Rachel and Quinn." She stated simply, a blush tainting her skin as she regained control of her mind and body.
"Oh, right. I still expect you to tell me all about that later." She paused and smirked, moving in to place a kiss on Haley's lips. "But, for now, just keep kissing me."
Haley smiled and leant down kissing Brooke gently on the lips. When she pulled away from the chaste kiss Brooke pouted a little. 'God she is so cute… Does she really like kissing me that much… I can't be that great, I mean I'm really inexperienced…'
"Yeah, that was good, but this is better." Brooke pulled Haley closer by her hair and kissed her hard. Biting down on her bottom lip and tugging it between her teeth. Haley moaned out and her body shook as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck and dug her nails into her back. It felt so good. She loved kissing Brooke Davis.
When she felt Haley lean her body into the kiss, she found it impossible to control her urges and desires any longer. She needed more.
Brooke continued to kiss Haley with fever as she moved a little in order to push her thigh between the tutor's legs and press it flush against her heated womanhood.
"Oh god!" Haley moaned out loudly, pulling away from the kiss and slamming her head back against the arm of the couch. She had never felt anything like this before. Haley had never been touched there. She never even pleasured herself. It caused her entire body to ache and the wetness to intensify between her thighs.
She stared into Brooke's eyes and noticed that they had darkened with desire and she had a look of hunger on her face. Like she was preparing to devour her. It served to turn her on even more so. Suddenly, Brooke leant down and placed a kiss to her neck. Haley shivered and let out a soft moan as she rocked her hips against her thigh.
Brooke continued to deliver heated kisses down Haley's neck, sucking the sensitive skin between her lips as she moved her hands under her shirt and over her stomach.
The minute that her fingers passed her bellybutton though, Haley pulled away and tried to put some distance between the two of them. Overwhelmed by her insecurities. "Brooke." She breathed out, her voice deep and full of desire. "We need to stop."
Brooke looked beyond upset as she pouted and whined. "But, why? Things were just getting good."
"Brooke." She stated, drawing her girlfriend out of her whining. "I'm not ready for that yet. I've never gone this far with anyone before, and I'm just not ready." Feeling ashamed, she looked away from Brooke's prying eyes. The truth was that she had wanted to continue, everything had felt amazing, but she just wasn't secure with herself. She did not feel attractive enough to be with someone like Brooke, nor did she feel experienced enough.
She could not compare to all of the other people that the cheerleader had slept with.
"Okay." Brooke sobered up when she heard Haley's reasoning for putting an end to what they had been doing. She did not want to pressure her. This wasn't about sex, no matter how badly she desperately wanted it right now. She sat up and leant against the couch, looking into large brown eyes. "Don't worry. This isn't just about sex or anything Hales. I really like you." She smiled.
Haley returned the smile, but she still looked anxious.
Brooke opened her arms and nodded, telling Haley that she wanted to hold her. She did as she was instructed and moved toward her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her waist and snuggling up against her.
Brooke leant down and kissed the top of Haley's head. "I promise that it isn't about sex." She paused and smirked. "Do I find you hot as hell? Yeah. But, I can wait until you are ready. I don't want to rush you or anything, Haley."
"Thank you, Brooke." She blushed a little as she heard her say that she was hot as hell. 'I don't get what she sees in me…'
"You don't have to thank me."
Brooke placed one final kiss on Haley's forehead before pulling away from her and returning to a seated position. "Besides, we have things to do. We have to work on the party arrangements, and you need to tell me all about Rachel's secret."
She laughed amusedly at the other woman's abrupt change in attitude. "I'm not telling you anything." Haley informed. "And, don't you think that throwing a party after such a tragedy is a bit insensitive?"
"Quite the contrary." Brooke said with an honest smile. "I think that it will help bring everyone together in order to survive this tragedy. Everyone is invited to the party and no one will be left out, and hopefully it will help get people's minds off of what happened at the school."
Haley couldn't deny that logic.
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Caroline had her arms wrapped around Tyler's neck as they danced at the party that Brooke had organized at her house. Rebekah saving her had only caused her to spiral even deeper into the confusion that was their relationship. So, she was dealing with it the only way that she knew how. Drinking and dirty dancing with her boyfriend.
She was already intoxicated as she moved her body against his in an attempt to feel something. They had been dancing for thirty minutes now, grinding their bodies together, moving with the music, and she had not felt anything. Not an ounce of passion.
It was infuriating.
And, what was even more frustrating than this was that she could not stop staring over his shoulder at Rebekah who was also on the dance floor. The gorgeous blonde had been through man after man, dancing with them all, allowing them to hold her, to touch her, and Caroline found her jealousy consuming her. She hated watching the way that they flirted with her and moved against her as they danced. It was sickening.
"You're watching her again!" Tyler spoke angrily as he noticed that his girlfriend was once again watching Rebekah.
Caroline pried her eyes away from the British woman and focused her attention on Tyler, looking up into his eyes. "I was not. I was just looking over your shoulder." She insisted.
"Yeah." He laughed and rolled his eyes. "At her."
"No. At nothing in particular."
He did not appear to be convinced by her words, and she could not blame him. She knew that she was lying and he knew that she was lying. Still, they continued to move along with the music, ignoring the obvious tension.
Caroline forced herself to concentrate on Tyler, watching him closely as they danced awkwardly. Still, she managed to witness Rebekah out of the corner of her eye. She watched as a man grinded up against her and grabbed her ass. Her stomach flipped and she clenched her jaw, trying not to let it affect her. 'God… he better fucking move his hand or I swear I am going to go over there and push him off of her! She is mine! Wait, what? No she's not… Tyler is mine—oh god, TYLER!'
She hastily turned to look back at her boyfriend only to see him glaring down at her angrily. Somehow, Caroline had been so distracted by her jealousy that she had started to blatantly glare at the man dancing with Rebekah.
"Tyler—"
"—Don't even try!" He backed away from her. "I'm a jealous guy Caroline, and I know what it looks like. You're fuckin' jealous of those guys dancing with Rebekah!"
"I am not jealous!" She lied.
"Yeah, you are! God, enough with all of the lies! I get it, you aren't into me."
"That isn't true…" Caroline muttered out softly. It really was not true. She had been interested in Tyler for as long as she could remember. He was the only boy that she had seriously thought that she could fall in love with.
"It is true!" Tyler shouted out. "You know what? If you wanna dance with Rebekah so bad, then how about you go and dance with her! I'm leaving." He turned and started to walk quickly through the crowd, pushing people out of his way as he made his way toward the exit.
"Tyler, wait!" She called out after him, but he was already gone. She groaned out loudly in frustration. "Damn it!"
"Would you care to dance?"
Caroline heard a familiar voice question from behind her. She did not need to turn around to know who it was. For a moment longer, she stared off in the direction that Tyler had headed, before turning around and being met by stunning blue eyes and a full-lipped smirk. She wondered momentarily how Rebekah had escaped those guys and gotten over there to ask her to dance so quickly? 'Knowing her, she probably planned the whole thing out…'
Normally, she wouldn't have indulged in Rebekah's games. Tonight was different though. She was drunk and angry with Tyler, and she actually sort of wanted to dance with her. She had been jealous that those guys got to touch her, and she wanted to have the opportunity to do the same.
Letting out a loud sigh she agreed. "Sure, why not?"
"I was hoping that you would say something of the sort." Rebekah's smirk widened as she held one of her hands out to Caroline.
Caroline eyed her hand for a moment as she contemplated if what she was doing was a bad idea. Finally, deciding it would be fine she placed her hand in Rebekah's. "Yeah, I bet you were." She rolled her eyes as she was twisted around on the dance floor in order to be facing the other blonde. She tried to ignore the way that her body was reacting and her hand was tingling where soft skin touched her own.
'Control yourself Caroline…' She thought as Rebekah pulled her body closer to her own and started to sway back and forth. At first their movements were awkward. Eventually they got into a matching rhythm and were moving at a faster pace. Their bodies rocking against each other.
What started out as innocent dancing rapidly progressed into heated dirty dancing.
Caroline wrapped her arms around Rebekah's neck and pulled her body closer to her own, letting out a soft whimper as she felt the front of her body flush against hers. She could feel all of her perfect curves pressed against her own. Her fingers tangled into blonde locks as she continued to rock her hips against Rebekah, feeling an aching desire building between her thighs. She was turned on.
Rebekah was suffering from similar problems as she moved against Caroline. Leaning forward so that her chin was resting against her shoulder as their bodies moved against each other. There was very little free-space between the two of them.
Caroline shuddered as she felt Rebekah's heated breath rushing against her ear and neck. She could feel her fingernails digging into her hips as she was pulled closer. "Mmm…" She moaned out. She would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the alcohol in her system and the fact that she was extremely turned on and enjoying every moment of their dance.
"Fuck!" Caroline groaned out loudly, her nails digging into Rebekah's scalp as she felt a toned thigh force its way between her legs and brush up against her heated center.
Rebekah smirked and chuckled before breathing out against her ear in a low seductive voice. "Gladly, if you would only allow it."
Leaning down she planted a full-lipped kiss to Caroline's long neck, before biting down on the sensitive skin. Her ears perked up as she heard the other moan out loudly and rock her hips against her thigh. She wanted her just as badly. Pulling away from her neck she watched as the pale skin turned red, before extending her tongue and running it over the bite mark. She savored the taste of her skin and then planted a kiss to the mark and started to move away.
Caroline held her in place though. She did not want the sensations to end. She missed feeling aroused by someone, feeling connected to someone. Staring into Rebekah's eyes she gasped at what she saw. They had darkened considerably with desire and her full pouty lips were swollen and coated in saliva. Staring down at them, Caroline bit down on her bottom lip. She wanted more.
"You wouldn't allow it, would you, love?" Rebekah wondered with a raise of her brow. She had not expected Caroline to be open to sleeping together.
She snapped her eyes back up to Rebekah's. "Maybe I would."
As much as she wanted to agree and sleep with Caroline, she knew that it would be wrong. "You are not in your right mind, dear. I could not possibly take advantage of you in your intoxicated state."
Caroline leant in closer, so that her lips were less than an inch away from hers. "I'm not that drunk, Rebekah." She paused and smiled. "Besides, I want it. You have no idea how long I have been waiting to feel something like what I just felt dancing with you…"
"Still—"
"—Please?" She pleaded desperately. "Tyler can't make me feel those things you just made me feel… No boy can. I just… I need more."
Rebekah smirked as she heard Caroline begging her to sleep with her. She found that it turned her on. Not only that, but it boosted her pride hearing that she was the only one who was capable of making the other woman feel this way. "If you insist."
"I insist."
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Quinn reached out and stroked a stray hair out of Rachel's eyes as she watched her closely. She willed her to open her eyes with her mind, and she stroked her thumb over the back of her hand. She just wanted her to wake up and smile again.
"Come on, Rachel." She whispered with a gentle squeeze of her hand. "Come back to me."
Some part of her hoped that her words would reach her and she would open her eyes because of them.
Still, she was surprised when Rachel's eyes suddenly fluttered open.
She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. Staring up at the white ceiling she tried to remember anything, but her mind was fuzzy. To the side of her she could hear a beeping sound. Quickly, she looked over at the machine and realized that it was a heart monitor. 'Oh god, what is going on? Am I in the hospital?
Feeling a pressure on her hand, she cast her eyes downward and realized that someone was holding her hand. It was a beautiful feminine hand that she swore she recognized. 'There is no way…' following the arm with her eyes she came into contact with Quinn Fabray. Her eyes widened in shock. Why was she in the hospital? Why was Quinn there with her? And why in the world was she holding her hand?
Rachel almost pulled her hand away out of fear, but the memories rushed back to her and she recalled that Quinn had been the one to save her. She had ran out into the hallway and pulled her into the bathroom and she had- 'She kissed me! Quinn Fabray kissed me!'
She blushed brightly as the beeping sound on the heart monitor started to race quickly, showing that she was nervous. How could she not be? Quinn Fabray, the woman that she had loved for as long as she could remember, was holding her hand and had professed her love to her. 'Calm down Rachel… this is so embarrassing… she can tell that you are nervous and she is looking at you strangely… calm down.'
After concentrating and using the techniques she had been trained to use to conquer stage-fright, she managed to calm her racing heart. "Quinn?" She asked.
The word shattered the fragile moment like glass.
Quinn's hazel eyes filled with worry and she pulled her hand away as if she had been hurt, and she reached for her phone. "I should call Haley. She told me to call her if anything changes."
The diva immediately missed the contact between the two of them. She had enjoyed the warmth and softness of her hand.
Rachel nodded her head as she watched the other woman closely. She was perplexed. A few minutes ago she had been holding her hand, but the minute that she had said Quinn's name she had pushed her away again. She worried that she would return to her constant state of denial, before she was allotted the opportunity to ask her about what had transpired between the two of them.
She dialed the number and lifted the phone up to her ear, ignoring the eyes that were staring at her as she listened to it ring.
"Haley?" She paused. "Yeah. She woke up. Do you want to talk to her?" Quinn pulled the phone away from her ear and handed it to Rachel. Blushing softly as she felt their fingers brush together as Rachel took the phone from her. Such little contact between the two of them made her body ache in a wonderful way. It was insane how intense her feelings were.
Lifting the phone to her ear she listened to her best friend speak. "Yes, Haley. Please do not concern yourself. I am in perfectly capable hands. Quinn is here with me." She glanced over at the blonde cheerleader watching as she blushed and looked away from her. It was so cute. She loved seeing this shy side of Quinn. "Alright. I will see you tomorrow during visiting hours." Rachel smiled and hung up the phone, handing it back to Quinn.
"So, uh…" She fidgeted awkwardly with her phone as she held it in her hands. She didn't know what to say. "How are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly well, all things considering." Rachel said with a wide smile.
Quinn laughed; she did not understand how someone could be so positive. She was happy to see that the smile had returned to its rightful place on her face though, and that was all that mattered. "Yeah, it's actually probably all of the drugs they are pumping into your system."
"Or, perhaps it is due to you being the first person that I witnessed upon awakening. That certainly put me in a wonderful mood." Rachel admitted. She was rarely shy about her feelings. Honestly, she saw no reason to be. She had already admitted that she had always loved Quinn. Plus, she knew that if anything were ever going to happen between the two of them, she would have to be the straightforward one. If she didn't reiterate her feelings then the blonde would probably just stuff her feelings back inside and forget it ever happened.
"Rachel…" Quinn muttered.
"I know." She said sadly. "You more than likely wish to forget what happened, and to go on with our lives in the same manner that we did prior to professing our feelings."
"It would be preferred." She whispered, feeling the guilt. 'I hate having to push her away... I wish I could just let her in for once. But, I can't.'
"I simply do not believe that I will be capable of doing that. I cannot forget what you told me, Quinn. And to be perfectly honest with you, I do not wish to forget." Rachel moved in an attempt to sit up in the bed, but she felt a shooting pain through her side and groaned out.
The blonde's eyes widened and she hastily stood to her feet and moved toward her. "Rachel, don't try and sit up, you'll hurt yourself."
"Whilst I find your concern toward my well-being to be quite charming and sweet, I think that I am fully capable of sitting up on my own, Quinn." She stated with a smile as she once again attempted to push herself into a seated position.
"You're always so stubborn. At least let me help you." Quinn blushed as she moved to help Rachel into a seated position on the bed. She hated herself for loving touching the other woman more than she should have.
Rachel watched as Quinn moved away from her and returned to her chair after helping her sit up. It had destroyed her pride needing someone to help her do something that was so simplistic, but it allowed her to be close to the woman of her affections and that had made it worthwhile. They were both staring at each other now, neither knowing what to say.
The diva wanted to bring up everything that had happened. She wanted to ask her what she was feeling, what she wanted, how long she had liked her, but she did not dare. This was already great progress in Operation: Get Quinn Fabray, she did not need to scare the girl back into her shell.
Rachel decided to change the subject entirely. Her face was covered in concern as she asked, "What happened to Noah?"
Quinn's muscles tensed as she heard the question. She still held resentment toward Puck. He had been flirting with Rachel prior to the shooting, and then he shot her. Whether it was an accident or not, she could not help but feel angry. He could have killed her and she was concerned about his well-being. Sometimes Rachel's kindness baffled her.
"He is being contained until his trial."
"Quinn, I must go and see him." Her voice was adamant and she nodded her head to emphasize the urgency. Quinn reached forward and placed a hand on Rachel's arm in order to stop her from moving. Even if she wanted to go and see Puck, now was not the time.
"First of all, you aren't going anywhere until they say that you can leave. You need to rest." Hazel eyes connected with brown, her voice was low and serious. "Second of all, why do you need to see him? He tried to kill you."
"His intention was never to kill me. It was merely an accident, I witness him shooting prior to being shot myself, and he was shooting at random." She insisted. "He needs to know that I am alright. That he did not kill anyone."
Quinn clenched her jaw and stared at Rachel with disbelieving eyes. She hated how forgiving she was to people who did not deserve it. 'People like me…'
Finally she nodded. "We will go and see him after they release you."
"We will?" Rachel wondered, emphasizing on the word 'we' and smiling brightly. She had not expected Quinn to go with her to visit Noah. 'Does she really wish to spend more time with me?'
"Don't push it, Berry." Quinn growled out almost playfully.
Rachel nodded, but her smile only widened from one ear to the other at the news. She could not help it.
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"Brooke, you promise you aren't staying sober just because of me, right?" Haley asked as she glanced up at her girlfriend. They were sitting on one of the couches in Brooke's living room, surrounded by tons of drunk, dancing teenager's. Haley had her head resting against the cheerleader's shoulder and she was feeling guilty again. She felt like Brooke was changing herself for her, like she was giving up the things that she enjoyed.
"I guess it is kinda because of you." She stated nonchalantly.
Haley pulled away from her and stared at her with wide guilty eyes. "Brooke!" She exclaimed. "I told you to just be yourself and not to worry about what I think."
"I know." Brooke flashed her a dimpled grin and laughed a little under her breath. "That's not what I meant though, Hales."
The tutor furrowed her brow in confusion. "Oh…" She didn't understand. "Then what did you mean?"
"I just meant that you showed me that there is more to life than just drinking and having meaningless sex. I have school." Brooke paused and reached out, wrapping her arm around Haley and dragging her body closer to her. "And the best girlfriend ever." She placed a kiss to her forehead, watching her smile. "And most importantly, I don't need to get drunk and have guys pretend to care about me. Because, I have you to care about me."
Haley blushed at the last statement and smiled as she rested her head back against Brooke's shoulder, snuggling against it. "Well, I guess that is a pretty good reason."
"You guess?" Brooke teased.
"The best reason ever, actually." She emphasized before pressing a soft kiss to Brooke's neck.
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Rebekah was surprised when Caroline pushed her into one of the many rooms in Brooke's house, before stripping of her dress and walking out of it. Leaving her clad in nothing more than her black bra and panties. The British woman was only allowed a short amount of time to let her eyes wander over that long neck, those perfect breasts, her flat stomach, and her long toned legs, before she was interrupted by Caroline's lips against her own.
It was apparent that she did not wish to talk. Rebekah wanted to have the emotional connection, she wanted to talk to her, to love her, but she accepted that for tonight it would be a physical exchange.
Caroline reached around Rebekah's back and unzipped her dress as she ran her tongue along her pouty full bottom lip, pleading for entrance which she was granted. Their tongues started a dance and she pushed the straps down her shoulders, causing the dress to cascade around her feet. Leaving her dressed in hardly anything at all.
Pausing, she looked over Rebekah for just a minute. Admiring the way that her body curved in all of the right places. She could feel her arousal intensifying just due to the sight of the half-naked woman. She wanted to touch her, taste her, to be inside of her. All of the things that Rebekah had teased her about were going through her head at full-speed. Her scent surrounding her, intoxicating her. She needed more.
Moving toward her, she kissed her with fever and pushed her back onto the bed straddling her waist. Rebekah was shocked as she stared up at Caroline.
She was usually the one in charge. But, truthfully she did not mind the change of pace. It was extremely sexy to see Caroline in charge of things between the two of them.
"Someone is quite feisty tonight." Rebekah pointed out teasingly.
"No talking." She insisted
Rebekah moved her body, causing it to press up against Caroline's. Their skin coming into contact and causing them both to moan out softly as Rebekah moved to whisper hotly against the other woman's neck. "But, I thought that my accent drove you wild, lover."
Her beautiful accented voice served to arouse Caroline even more as her body shook. "Mm… I-I never said that." She was blushing now and feeling a little less powerful.
"You didn't have to." Rebekah smirked and reached behind her, unclasping her bra and pushing it over her shoulders. Then she tossed it across the room. She needed to remain in charge despite being on the bottom. She hated when she was not in charge.
Caroline blushed as she watched Rebekah devour her body with her eyes. It caused her clit to throb with desire and an aching need. She had never felt these things with Tyler. She never needed him. She needed Rebekah.
Her fingers started to trace their way up that perfect stomach, on their way toward their destination. She watched as Caroline shivered beneath her gentle touch and smirked. She loved causing that reaction in her.
Just as her fingers brushed the bottom of Caroline's breasts, she halted her movement as they were interrupted by someone shouting downstairs.
"Oh my God! It's Brooke!"
Caroline leant over, attempting to get more contact as she breathed out in a pleading tone. "Please, don't stop."
Rebekah was unable to deny her what she wanted when she pleaded for her. It was one of the most arousing things that she had ever heard and witnessed in her lifetime. She loved the way that Caroline's voice sounded when it was full of desperation and need. Need for her.
Running her fingers up over her breasts, she started to circle her hard nipples, teasing them and rolling them between her fingers. She moaned out as she watched Caroline groan out in pleasure and her body shake. Her mouth open and her eyes closed as she moaned loudly. "Oh god, Rebekah…"
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"Oh my God! It's Brooke!" A girl shouted out.
"I didn't know that she slept with Nathan!"
"Apparently she really has slept with everyone in the school!"
Haley and Brooke heard the commotion and Brooke's eyes widened as she stared over at her girlfriend who had pulled away from her. She was wearing a confused and hurt look. It terrified the cheerleader. Her stomach flipped and she felt like she would vomit any minute now, because she had a feeling that she knew what the girls were talking about.
Brooke abruptly stood to her feet and rushed toward the group of teenagers that were all standing around her television. She could not see the screen because there were so many of them, but she already knew what they were watching.
'Shit! Shit! SHIT! I knew that I shouldn't have kept that damn tape! Fuck! Haley is gonna hate me!'
"Turn it off, people!" She screamed out, pushing through the crowd. "Move the fuck outta my way! Turn it the fuck off!"
Finally, she broke through the crowd with Haley close behind her. She turned off the television, but not before the tutor had witnessed what was on the screen. Brooke Davis and Nathan Scott were naked in bed together and kissing. The sight caused her heart to pound loudly in her ears as she clenched her jaw and swallowed the bile that was filling her mouth. Haley rarely got jealous, but that was enough to push her over the edge.
It had been hard enough living up to the sexual expectations that came with dating a woman with a reputation like Brooke Davis. Her imagination had been running wild with fears about not being good enough in bed, not being pretty enough, not having sex enough to keep her satisfied, and thoughts about all of the crazy things that the other woman had undoubtedly done in bed with other people. But, now she had seen it with her own two eyes and it was like she was hit with the reality of the situation.
She was dating a woman who made sex tapes. She was dating a woman who had sex all the time, with everyone.
'I am never going to get that image out of my mind.'
Haley was completely disgusted with what she had just witnessed. Her fists were clenched tightly and her body was shaking as she turned and started to push her way through the crowd toward the front door of the house. She couldn't seem to breathe.
Brooke turned around to apologize to her girlfriend, but it was too late. She had already turned and ran in the other direction.
"God damn it!" She shouted out, running after Haley. "Haley!"
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Rebekah moaned out as she felt Caroline's fingers tease her nipple, while her other hand made its way down to her panties, pulling them over her legs and tossing them across the room. She greedily did the same.
Biting down on her bottom lip she allowed her eyes to trace over her perfect womanhood, she could see that she was slick with arousal. Along with this she could smell her all around her, it was intoxicating. Caroline returned to her position, straddling Rebekah's waist and the British woman groaned out in pleasure as she felt her wetness across her toned abdomen.
"Bloody hell, Caroline!" She dug her nails into her hips. "You are so aroused."
Rebekah was proud to have been the one to cause the beautiful woman to become so wet. She still could not believe that all of this was actually happening.
Caroline started to rock her hips against her in hopes to gain more contact. Her clit was swollen and throbbing. She needed more. Rebekah halted her movements, holding her still by the hips and causing the other blonde to let out a soft whimper of displeasure as she forced her to sit up on her knees. Her dripping womanhood now directly in front of her face.
Taking in the scent she spoke in a seductive tone. "Mm… You smell delicious." She cast her eyes up, catching Caroline's and watching her blush. "Do you mind if I have a taste?"
Caroline's body shook. "Mmm… god, no, I don't mind."
Rebekah smirked at the reaction and extended her tongue, running it between her folds and over her clit. She moaned out due to how delicious she tasted. Caroline moaned out as well, reaching down and tangling her fingers in Rebekah's hair in order to pull her closer to her womanhood. She craved more contact.
She ran her tongue along the other woman's clit before sucking on it gently and running her tongue in circles around it. Rebekah was moving her hips unconsciously. She too wanted more contact.
Rebekah then moved one of her free hands to Caroline's thigh. Trailing her nails over the sensitive skin and feeling her shake beneath her fingers as she moved toward her entrance. Once there she teased her entrance with two of her fingers. She could feel her arousal all over her fingers. Her other hand moved toward her breast in order to trace her fingers around her nipple.
Caroline had never felt so much pleasure in her lifetime. It was like all of her senses had been assaulted. In a wonderful way. She was already so close to her climax. She attempted to push herself down on the teasing fingers, but Rebekah pulled them away.
She wanted to be in charge.
"Please, Rebekah…" She moaned out desperately. "I need you inside of me."
Rebekah found it impossible to not give her what she needed when she begged for it. She thrust both fingers deep inside of Caroline, staring up in awe as the beautiful woman moaned out loudly and rocked against her fingers as they moved in and out of her. Rebekah continued to run her tongue along Caroline's clit as she pumped her fingers deep and fast in and out of her.
Curling her fingers inside of her, she started to move them in circles watching as Caroline's body shook and she moaned out loudly. "Oh god! Rebekah! God! I'm so close, I'm going to—ahhh!"
Suddenly, she felt her walls clamp tightly around her fingers as Caroline came in her mouth. It was amazing and Rebekah could not help but moan out in pleasure as she nearly came as well, just due to causing Caroline to reach her climax. She continued to move her fingers inside of her and circle her clit with her tongue until she came down from her high.
Caroline slumped over on top of her, smiling and breathing heavily. She had not felt something that intense ever. She could not explain why Rebekah was capable of making her feel these things, but she knew that she liked it.
After a few minutes passed Caroline moved her hand down toward Rebekah's center, but she stopped her. Holding onto her wrist.
"You are not ready for that, love."
Caroline flashed her a look of disbelief. She knew that she was ready for it; she wanted to feel her, to taste her. "Oh, I so am." She insisted.
Rebekah chuckled amusedly. "Tonight was about you feeling true passion. You will return the favor. I assure you. Just not tonight."
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Authors Note:
I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter! :) I apologize for taking a little longer than normal to update it, I have just been busy. But, hopefully it was worth the wait! Please tell me what y'all think and leave me lots of reviews and I promise to get the next chapter out really soon!
Thank you for reading! You are all so wonderful! :)
-Tracy Cook