The (Super)Natural Release, Ch. 3/?
Title: The (Super)Natural Release 3/?
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Rachel's a vampire, and when she gets turned on, her fangs come out, and because it's Quinn's fault that that happens it's only fair that Quinn helps Rachel with her, uhm, little problem. Prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Bump in the Night is by the Hex Girls (or technically, the AllStars, seems my iTunes was confused), who appeared in Scooby Doo & the Witch's Ghost, along with a few other Scooby Doo movies and episodes. I have a fascination with them and the song in particular.
Pairing: Faberry
Length: 1000+
Rating: NC-17 or M
Noah is an idiot.
That's the only thing Rachel could think when he showed up, six pack and Santana Lopez in tow. Santana, for her part, seemed unsurprised to be at the Berry household, and Rachel wondered for a moment if Puck had informed her already where this wild night was to take place.
“You're not going to be doing that all night, are you?” Rachel asked as she walked back into the living room carrying a bowl of chips, rolling her eyes at the sight of the girl straddling Puck's lap and practically attached to his face. The eyeroll deepened when Santana leaned over backwards, still on top of Puck, plucking a chip from the bowl on the table and popping it into her mouth.
“All that and more, babe,” replied Puck, waggling his eyebrows. “All night.”
Rachel sighed, rubbing her temples. Why did she put up with Noah's antics again? The thought slipped from her mind as Santana shifted her perch and Rachel sensed rather than heard the thrum of Puck's blood as it quickened. Oh. Right. Food.
“You know where the guest bedroom is, Noah,” Rachel eventually said, turning on her heel and heading up to her own room, already mentally noting that they most likely would not care to make it that far. Despite his conditions, Puck was a huge help. Ever since her supplier had been incapacitated a year ago while on his route - carrying her precious nourishment, no less; that had been a mess to pay away the discovery of the “extra blood” drenching the concrete after he was hit - Rachel had been searching for a better alternative than turning her house into Puck's wild sex den. Unfortunately, the list of people she could trust in Lima was unsurprisingly short and even as the only vampire in the small community, random attacks would garner a lot of attention.
All she could do was shut her door, plug in her headphones, and ignore the muted sounds she heard below as she tried to come up with a solution to her Quinn problem.
It was quite a while later that someone knocked on her door before entering and locking it behind them. Rachel turned to face them, barely suppressing yet another eyeroll as she took in Puck's appearance. The mohawked boy was shirtless, jeans partially unzipped and revealing a hint of a bulge that in addition to his smirk indicated Puck really did intend to last all night. He scooted up her bed to sit against the headboard, raising his eyebrow at her. Rachel grimaced. There had already been almost no detectable scent of Quinn left from their excursions last night and now Noah was covering up what very little remained with sex and Santana.
“I don't know why you insist on sexualizing this,” Rachel grumbled. “You should be annoyed with this. You're basically my cow.” She sat next to him on the bed.
“You're welcome to squeeze and tease me,” prompted Puck, lifting his hips a little and laughing when her lip curled. “Oh c'mon, you know you find me attractive. And I stick my neck out for you every week, literally.”
“No, Noah,” Rachel replied, tilting his head to the side, eyes already focused. “I don't mix necessity and pleasure.” She paused for a moment. “Besides, you are... unappealing. Currently, anyways.”
Puck crossed him arms. “It's such a turn off when you get all clinical, babe,” he mumbled, already wishing he was back downstairs with Santana after Rachel shut him down yet again. Hey, she was his bro, but she was his hot bro and he'd be down for a little bro lovin'. He still dreamed of those pouty lips, even knowing what was behind them. And he was certain that if he could get her to let go, she'd be a hellcat in the sack. Almost as equally as he was certain that she kept herself very restrained the night before with Quinn.
Rachel didn't respond. He groaned and fought back the urge to wince as she pierced him, fangs sinking deeply. Shit, but it hurt.
He staggered as he stood a few minutes later. She'd took a little more than usual and he was almost certain Quinn was responsible.
“Do try to take it easy the rest of the night, Noah,” Rachel stated, wiping her mouth and taking her seat at her desk again. He nodded then flinched at the movement, swiping the band-aid from her night stand and leaving.
~
The second time her door opened, Rachel cursed quietly. It wasn't often that Noah returned in the same night, usually wanting to make his own deposit instead of offering up the kind of withdrawal she was interested in.
“You and I need to have a little chat, Berry. Girl to girl.” Rachel dropped her head onto her desk.
Santana.
“I saw that hickey you gave him.”
With a sigh, Rachel turned around. And blinked. Nope. Santana was still in black lacy lingerie. Rachel fought to find her tongue. “Do you want a matching one?” Well, that wasn't nearly as biting as she hoped.
Santana paused, tilting her head to the side. “No, I don't think so. What I want,” she continued, moving closer, “is for you to stay away from him. He's mine.”
“For tonight.”
Santana scowled. “You know that's what I meant. We don't need you intruding all up in our grill while we're getting sexy.” She stopped moving forward, staring down at Rachel. “You understand, right?”
“What you and Noah do is no concern of mine,” Rachel replied, unaffected by the girl trying to tower over her. “He came into my room for a personal reason.”
Santana snorted. “Every girl he visits is for a personal reason, Berry.” She walked passed the shorter girl and pulled back the curtain to look outside for a moment, unconcerned with her near nudity. With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the curtain back into place. “Don't bother us for the rest of the night.”
Rachel glared at her retreating back, annoyed.
~
Quinn blinked in disbelief from her vantage point in her car. What was Santana doing there?
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Rachel's a vampire, and when she gets turned on, her fangs come out, and because it's Quinn's fault that that happens it's only fair that Quinn helps Rachel with her, uhm, little problem. Prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Bump in the Night is by the Hex Girls (or technically, the AllStars, seems my iTunes was confused), who appeared in Scooby Doo & the Witch's Ghost, along with a few other Scooby Doo movies and episodes. I have a fascination with them and the song in particular.
Pairing: Faberry
Length: 1000+
Rating: NC-17 or M
Noah is an idiot.
That's the only thing Rachel could think when he showed up, six pack and Santana Lopez in tow. Santana, for her part, seemed unsurprised to be at the Berry household, and Rachel wondered for a moment if Puck had informed her already where this wild night was to take place.
“You're not going to be doing that all night, are you?” Rachel asked as she walked back into the living room carrying a bowl of chips, rolling her eyes at the sight of the girl straddling Puck's lap and practically attached to his face. The eyeroll deepened when Santana leaned over backwards, still on top of Puck, plucking a chip from the bowl on the table and popping it into her mouth.
“All that and more, babe,” replied Puck, waggling his eyebrows. “All night.”
Rachel sighed, rubbing her temples. Why did she put up with Noah's antics again? The thought slipped from her mind as Santana shifted her perch and Rachel sensed rather than heard the thrum of Puck's blood as it quickened. Oh. Right. Food.
“You know where the guest bedroom is, Noah,” Rachel eventually said, turning on her heel and heading up to her own room, already mentally noting that they most likely would not care to make it that far. Despite his conditions, Puck was a huge help. Ever since her supplier had been incapacitated a year ago while on his route - carrying her precious nourishment, no less; that had been a mess to pay away the discovery of the “extra blood” drenching the concrete after he was hit - Rachel had been searching for a better alternative than turning her house into Puck's wild sex den. Unfortunately, the list of people she could trust in Lima was unsurprisingly short and even as the only vampire in the small community, random attacks would garner a lot of attention.
All she could do was shut her door, plug in her headphones, and ignore the muted sounds she heard below as she tried to come up with a solution to her Quinn problem.
It was quite a while later that someone knocked on her door before entering and locking it behind them. Rachel turned to face them, barely suppressing yet another eyeroll as she took in Puck's appearance. The mohawked boy was shirtless, jeans partially unzipped and revealing a hint of a bulge that in addition to his smirk indicated Puck really did intend to last all night. He scooted up her bed to sit against the headboard, raising his eyebrow at her. Rachel grimaced. There had already been almost no detectable scent of Quinn left from their excursions last night and now Noah was covering up what very little remained with sex and Santana.
“I don't know why you insist on sexualizing this,” Rachel grumbled. “You should be annoyed with this. You're basically my cow.” She sat next to him on the bed.
“You're welcome to squeeze and tease me,” prompted Puck, lifting his hips a little and laughing when her lip curled. “Oh c'mon, you know you find me attractive. And I stick my neck out for you every week, literally.”
“No, Noah,” Rachel replied, tilting his head to the side, eyes already focused. “I don't mix necessity and pleasure.” She paused for a moment. “Besides, you are... unappealing. Currently, anyways.”
Puck crossed him arms. “It's such a turn off when you get all clinical, babe,” he mumbled, already wishing he was back downstairs with Santana after Rachel shut him down yet again. Hey, she was his bro, but she was his hot bro and he'd be down for a little bro lovin'. He still dreamed of those pouty lips, even knowing what was behind them. And he was certain that if he could get her to let go, she'd be a hellcat in the sack. Almost as equally as he was certain that she kept herself very restrained the night before with Quinn.
Rachel didn't respond. He groaned and fought back the urge to wince as she pierced him, fangs sinking deeply. Shit, but it hurt.
He staggered as he stood a few minutes later. She'd took a little more than usual and he was almost certain Quinn was responsible.
“Do try to take it easy the rest of the night, Noah,” Rachel stated, wiping her mouth and taking her seat at her desk again. He nodded then flinched at the movement, swiping the band-aid from her night stand and leaving.
~
The second time her door opened, Rachel cursed quietly. It wasn't often that Noah returned in the same night, usually wanting to make his own deposit instead of offering up the kind of withdrawal she was interested in.
“You and I need to have a little chat, Berry. Girl to girl.” Rachel dropped her head onto her desk.
Santana.
“I saw that hickey you gave him.”
With a sigh, Rachel turned around. And blinked. Nope. Santana was still in black lacy lingerie. Rachel fought to find her tongue. “Do you want a matching one?” Well, that wasn't nearly as biting as she hoped.
Santana paused, tilting her head to the side. “No, I don't think so. What I want,” she continued, moving closer, “is for you to stay away from him. He's mine.”
“For tonight.”
Santana scowled. “You know that's what I meant. We don't need you intruding all up in our grill while we're getting sexy.” She stopped moving forward, staring down at Rachel. “You understand, right?”
“What you and Noah do is no concern of mine,” Rachel replied, unaffected by the girl trying to tower over her. “He came into my room for a personal reason.”
Santana snorted. “Every girl he visits is for a personal reason, Berry.” She walked passed the shorter girl and pulled back the curtain to look outside for a moment, unconcerned with her near nudity. With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the curtain back into place. “Don't bother us for the rest of the night.”
Rachel glared at her retreating back, annoyed.
~
Quinn blinked in disbelief from her vantage point in her car. What was Santana doing there?