A/N - Very short chapter, I apologize. Still don't own Glee.

Chapter 3

I was surprised by her sudden declaration, but I didn't try to resist her. What was the point when I really didn't want to anyway. I really, truly wanted to be with her.

Her soft smile put me at ease and her eyes… wow… they looked like a fire burned within them tonight.

She pulled me closed, bringing me in for a soft kiss. Her lips were warm as they moved with mine. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, which was a relief. I felt the need to be close with her, to somehow understand her.

She found my lips parted and welcoming. However, it was a quick kiss. "Let us find our marriage bed," she whispered against my lips.

As I watched in astonishment, the room began to change into the same bedroom I had initially been taken to last night. Quinn stood in the center of the room with me cradled in her arms.

"How did you do that?" I asked in wonder.

"Always inquisitive," she laughed. "Now is not the time for explanations. We will have countless millennia for that."

Millennia?

My new elf-husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then tumbling us both onto the comforter. She had been calm and serious before, but now as she held me, her demeanor was completely playful. That made her all the more appealing.

Feeling the entirety of her weight pressing my body into the bed was its own ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around her torso and sought her lips while my hands threaded through her long blonde hair. I would never get tired of running my fingers through all that silkiness.

She chuckled delightfully. "I guess removing our clothing the usual way is out of the question, since I refuse to let go of you for even a moment."

And in the next second, I suddenly felt her bare skin against mine where cloth had been just moments earlier. More Elven magic, I supposed. But I didn't care at the moment because Quinn had chosen to skip all foreplay again, and just pushed into my body, entering me to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

I wasn't prepared for it and cried out at the unexpected amount of pain. Apparently I was a lot more sore from last night than walking around earlier had revealed, but I welcomed the pain. It was my anchor to reality, the thing that told me this was all real.

My elven lover began moving slowly within me, perhaps aware of my slight discomfort. I closed my eyes tightly, afraid that I would start crying again. I didn't want to ruin our time together.

Her fingers lightly caressed my face. And when I opened my eyes, I swear all time stopped. She wasn't just looking into my eyes; she was looking at me—everything that I am, was, and will be—the very essence of my being. That realization was earth-shattering enough, but it was only the dew on a blade of grass amidst a raging hurricane compared to what occurred next.

I seemed to leave my body momentarily, and another presence began to fill me—it was Quinn—every bit of emptiness within my soul became saturated with her essence. No, not saturated… bonded. Joined, connected—our souls had somehow become one.

The first thing I noticed when my focus had returned was the utter shock and disbelief in Quinn's eyes. I thought what I had just experienced was the elf's doing, but her expression was telling me I couldn't have been more wrong.

She was hovering over me, all movement completely stilled, almost as if she feared she would shatter something precious with even the slightest breath. Even in such a short time of knowing her, I'd already become so accustomed to her seemingly unbreakable calm. And now, to see that calm completely shattered was like leaning against a brick house and it suddenly falling over onto its side.

"What was that? What did it mean?" I asked softly.

She didn't pretend to misunderstand my words. "I am not certain," Quinn admitted, her eyes staring intently at my own. "It could mean nothing—or it could mean everything." Slowly, she withdrew from me and rolled over to her side, pulling me into a tight embrace as if reluctant to have me even an inch away from her.

As I lay silently in her strong arms, a maelstrom of emotions swept through me again—curiosity, puzzlement, excitement, worry, fear… and then I realized that these sudden emotions weren't even mine. My own confusion and anxiety were the only emotions I felt in any large quantity. Those other emotions seemed almost foreign, except that they left the "feel" of Quinn in their wake.

I glanced at Quinn and found her looking down at me. It was apparent that she'd been staring at me for some time. "Why are you afraid?" I asked on a whim.

"You can feel that?" Her seemingly impenetrable calm had returned.

"I feel it," I confirmed. "I don't understand how or why, but I'm sure it isn't my imagination. Is it some form of elven magic?"

She shook her head. "It is not that simple, Rachel. I do not wish to get into metaphysics with you at this time. You are confused enough. Plus, I do not fully understand how this happened myself. Between Elven and human…" she cut herself off and was quiet for several moments. "Never mind. Perhaps the best approach is to simply allow things to continue naturally without speculation."

I nodded, then squeaked in surprise when I suddenly found myself on my back again, a grinning elf hovering above me, her forearms bearing most of her weight.

"What are you…" I stammered, feeling my cheeks getting warm as I realized the flutters I was feeling throughout my body was the elf king's amusement.

Her smile widening, Quinn bent to brush her lips lightly over mine, just enough to make them tingle, followed by a teasing swipe of her tongue along my bottom lip that made me quiver with pleasure. "I'm curious," she said, her mouth only an inch from mine, "about what this new, deeper connection between us will add to our physical joining." She gazed down at me knowingly. "Especially since such a mild emotion from me caused such a strong reaction within you." She smirked as she slid her member back into my slick passage once again, stretching my delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle.

Feelings of excitement and arousal exploded exponentially within me. I moved to wrap my legs around her, but before I could, she dug her arms beneath my back and lifted us both up until she was sitting back on her haunches and I was straddling her waist, her member reaching even deeper inside me, so deep that it felt as if it was almost splitting me in two.

My breaths grew closer together until I was panting. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she cupped my ass and lifted me up a bit, urging me to move. Having never done this, I decided to begin by rocking back and forth on her member with slow and uncertain movements. Her scalding hands quickly guided me into a faster rhythm as she bent her head to fasten her equally hot mouth onto the point where my shoulder and neck met, and sucked so hard that I dug my nails deep into the flesh of her back and cried out in both surprise and pleasure.

I had the sudden urge, wanting her to bite down. To mark me as hers. And in the next second, as if reading my thoughts, I felt the sting of her teeth piercing my skin, causing me to suddenly climax so hard that I nearly bit my tongue in half, instantly tasting the saltiness of my blood. I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed throughout my body.

Quinn grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally bruising kiss.

I felt power and dominance in her movements, and knew beyond a shadow of doubt that I belonged to her.

My tongue stung from when I bit down on it, and when she slid her tongue across the slight injury tasting me, I had a fleeting thought if drinking my blood was a particular kink of hers, or something darker.

Then Quinn slammed up into me with a particularly deep and brutal thrust, making me cry out in a strange mixture of pain and increasing arousal, and I lost the ability to think at all.

As she bent to take one of my breasts into her mouth, a faint noise made it's way past the haze of pleasure that had filled my mind, and I instinctively opened my eyes to look over my elven lover's shoulder.

On the other side of the room, a woman with long black hair was standing in the doorway, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She stared at us, her expression perfectly blank and neutral, yet I saw the fire of the damned blazing in her eyes.

Mortified at being seen in such an intimate moment, I started to say Quinn's name to alert her of our unexpected visitor, but my vision suddenly became blurry and I slumped limply in my elf-husband's arms as everything faded to black.

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