Fic: What a Way To Go (1/1) - Faberrittana
Title: What a Way To Go
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: R, for some sexual content.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Silliness.
Summary: A silly Faberrittana drabble that my brain insisted on about three o'clock this morning. This one's just for fun!
It was like emerging from a coma. My eyes felt like they’d need a prybar to get them open, and I could hear Santana chuckling from somewhere behind me.
“I think you killed her, Q.”
“Rachel?” Quinn’s soft voice was like a balm, and her warm hand touching my cheek was even better. “Are you okay, babe?”
“Wha’ happened?” I croaked, my eyes still remaining stubbornly closed.
“You passed out - right after orgasm number nine,” there was a note of triumph in her voice. It all began slowly coming back to me, and as it did my body seemed to respond by communicating with my brain again. My eyes opened, and I gasped as my nether regions finally made contact as well. I felt - well, fucked. Like I was still quivering, like I was still craving Quinn’s soft touch. I groaned, and Santana laughed again.
“So, San, do you want to just call the bet now? There’s no way you’re topping nine in twenty minutes, plus getting her to pass out. Why don’t we just call me the winner and be done with it?”
“Hell with that, Q - not only will I top that, I’ll do it in half the time. Plus, you cheated.”
“How did I cheat?”
“That thing with your tongue? That’s totally cheating. Just because you’re like, freaky flexible and able to curl it like that doesn’t make you talented, it just gives you an unfair advantage.”
“Fine,” Quinn snapped. “I only did that once, though, so I still scored eight.”
Oh, right. Their bet. That’s what had prompted this insane sex marathon on a Thursday afternoon. It had started, like these things usually do, with Quinn and Santana sniping at each other across our kitchen table. This time it was a disagreement about which of them was better in bed, a subject I wasn’t about to try and involve myself in. But then Quinn involved me anyway, ignoring my protests. The bet, as it was finally made, was that they’d see how many orgasms they could each give me in twenty minutes. And that’s why I was laying here on the living room floor, naked, trying to recover from Quinn’s assault on my body and my senses.
“You better be ready to go again, Berry,” I heard Santana advise me, but I didn’t have the energy to raise my head and glare at her. Quinn took care of that for me, albeit with a bit more selfish motivation than defending me.
“Are you kidding? I already warmed her up; you can’t just come along and take advantage of that! You have to start from cold, the same as I did!”
“Bullshit, Q - you think I didn’t notice you rubbing her thigh the way she likes while we were watching the movie? You had her wet and ready before you ever got down to it, I’m just levelling the playing field!”
There was the soft sound of a throat being cleared. “Actually,” Brittany said from somewhere near my head, “I think it’s my turn first.”
Oh, god, was all I could think. I loved all of my girls the same, but if Britt did that thing with her finger, she might very well kill me dead. I tried to protest, but then she was there, on top of me, gloriously naked, her smile melting my heart, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Her lips found mine, and I decided that if she killed me, at least I’d go with a smile.
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: R, for some sexual content.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Silliness.
Summary: A silly Faberrittana drabble that my brain insisted on about three o'clock this morning. This one's just for fun!
It was like emerging from a coma. My eyes felt like they’d need a prybar to get them open, and I could hear Santana chuckling from somewhere behind me.
“I think you killed her, Q.”
“Rachel?” Quinn’s soft voice was like a balm, and her warm hand touching my cheek was even better. “Are you okay, babe?”
“Wha’ happened?” I croaked, my eyes still remaining stubbornly closed.
“You passed out - right after orgasm number nine,” there was a note of triumph in her voice. It all began slowly coming back to me, and as it did my body seemed to respond by communicating with my brain again. My eyes opened, and I gasped as my nether regions finally made contact as well. I felt - well, fucked. Like I was still quivering, like I was still craving Quinn’s soft touch. I groaned, and Santana laughed again.
“So, San, do you want to just call the bet now? There’s no way you’re topping nine in twenty minutes, plus getting her to pass out. Why don’t we just call me the winner and be done with it?”
“Hell with that, Q - not only will I top that, I’ll do it in half the time. Plus, you cheated.”
“How did I cheat?”
“That thing with your tongue? That’s totally cheating. Just because you’re like, freaky flexible and able to curl it like that doesn’t make you talented, it just gives you an unfair advantage.”
“Fine,” Quinn snapped. “I only did that once, though, so I still scored eight.”
Oh, right. Their bet. That’s what had prompted this insane sex marathon on a Thursday afternoon. It had started, like these things usually do, with Quinn and Santana sniping at each other across our kitchen table. This time it was a disagreement about which of them was better in bed, a subject I wasn’t about to try and involve myself in. But then Quinn involved me anyway, ignoring my protests. The bet, as it was finally made, was that they’d see how many orgasms they could each give me in twenty minutes. And that’s why I was laying here on the living room floor, naked, trying to recover from Quinn’s assault on my body and my senses.
“You better be ready to go again, Berry,” I heard Santana advise me, but I didn’t have the energy to raise my head and glare at her. Quinn took care of that for me, albeit with a bit more selfish motivation than defending me.
“Are you kidding? I already warmed her up; you can’t just come along and take advantage of that! You have to start from cold, the same as I did!”
“Bullshit, Q - you think I didn’t notice you rubbing her thigh the way she likes while we were watching the movie? You had her wet and ready before you ever got down to it, I’m just levelling the playing field!”
There was the soft sound of a throat being cleared. “Actually,” Brittany said from somewhere near my head, “I think it’s my turn first.”
Oh, god, was all I could think. I loved all of my girls the same, but if Britt did that thing with her finger, she might very well kill me dead. I tried to protest, but then she was there, on top of me, gloriously naked, her smile melting my heart, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Her lips found mine, and I decided that if she killed me, at least I’d go with a smile.