Tell Wind and Fire Where to Stop (5/15)
Title: Tell Wind and Fire Where to Stop
Author: alionforalamb
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: R
Word Count: ~900 for this chapter.
Summary: Rachel has some misgivings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mistakes.
Author's Note: I'm really sorry it took me this long to post something else. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. I'm also sorry this is so short.
Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four
Rachel sat in the midst of her movie-musical collection, staring at the alphabetized titles, as if hoping they would offer some solace from the egregious mistake she'd just made. She was pretty sure there wasn't a musical about what happens when you have sex with your high school enemy after meeting anonymously as their mistress, but there was a whole genre of indie musicals she hadn't experienced yet. Regardless, Rachel was pretty sure singing about it wouldn't help, for once.
She remembered how she had tried to keep her mom around and ended up singing 'Poker Face'. Even if it was the acoustic version. Maybe this time she would end up singing something like "At Last", and make Quinn think she fell in love with her, which, in the scheme of things, is probably better than telling your mother you think about women when you sleep with men. That would also require seeing Quinn again, which was not something Rachel thought was appropriate.
She was also concerned that Santana knew the whole time, but if she didn't, it wasn't exactly like she could tell her. Well, maybe she could, but there were no guarantees that then Santana wouldn't tell Kurt.
Really, it just brought up a whole slew of emotions that were exactly why she liked to domme. Most of her life was really out of her control, and instead in the hands of her agent, director, manager, and producers. Basically during the day she was just told what to do, and then to revisit her high school years, that hellish experience, while she was doing the one thing that brought her reprieve; well, it was just exceptionally startling. And that it was Quinn.
Not to say that Quinn hadn't inspired her own fair share of topping fantasies, because, well, she had, but to actually have done it, and been so out of control and unprofessional was frightening. Rachel couldn't afford to be so connected to someone she should be having a business relationship with.
The brunette sighed. She wandered over to her kitchen to make tea, and surveyed the empty house around her. Everything was clean and...empty. When her beverage was ready, she walked back to her shelf and pulled out the film version of Annie Get Your Gun. She fast forwarded to her favorite scene and began to sing along.
"They say that falling in love is wonderful, it's wonderful, so they say..." As the characters on the screen sang to each other, Rachel began to drift off into a fitful sleep and quietly sighed as frantic dreams entered her head.
The next thing she heard was her phone ringing loudly. Startled awake, she answered the phone.
"Hello?" Her speech was croaky from being woken up.
"Christine? You just left last night, I uhm, I wanted to talk to you." Quinn's voice. On the phone. This couldn't end well.
"You wanted to talk to me? Why?" Rachel was panicking. Did Quinn realize it was her? No. That would be impossible. She asked if it was Christine on the phone.
"I just. Well, I really enjoyed our session, and I was hoping to see you again. Err, schedule another?" Quinn had the sense to try and hide whatever it was she meant initially, but Rachel already knew, and it was worse than she thought.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Rachel was going to say no. She had to.
"But why? I mean, I need your help. This helps me." Quinn sounded so plaintive, it was hard to deny her.
"There are other dommes. I don't think it's best for me to be yours." Rachel didn't really have anything she could say other than that.
"I don't understand." Quinn's voice was more quiet now.
"I'm sorry." Rachel gently placed the phone back in the receiver and groaned as her back cracked when she moved. She needed to start sleeping on her bed again, but it just made her kind of lonely.
She kept hearing Quinn's voice pleading with her as she went through her morning routine, and possibly thought about a few other things while she was in the shower, and then somehow found herself with the phone in her hand, about to dial. This was an awful idea.
Awful. And yet when she dialed, all she felt was some sort of illicit excitement.
"Quinn? It's Christine. I've changed my mind. I'll meet you again."
"You will? I don't understand."
"Just give me your address, this meeting will be at your place, since you've met me now." Rachel was being compelled by some rebellious force inside her now, she was sure of it.
"Oh, er, okay." Quinn gave her the address.
"Thank you. I'll see you in a week from today, at 3." Rachel quickly hung up and began cursing herself. This was ridiculous. Why did she have to be so stupid?
On the other side of the line, Quinn was staring at her now silent phone. She didn't really know what had just happened. Granted, she'd gotten what she wanted, but it was terribly confusing.
What had been so wrong about their previous session that Christine had not wanted to see her again? What had made her change her mind?
Regardless, it was hard to question how much she'd enjoyed herself. Quinn felt better than she had in months, though she had a niggling feeling the second time would be different than the first.
Author: alionforalamb
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: R
Word Count: ~900 for this chapter.
Summary: Rachel has some misgivings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mistakes.
Author's Note: I'm really sorry it took me this long to post something else. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. I'm also sorry this is so short.
Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four
Rachel sat in the midst of her movie-musical collection, staring at the alphabetized titles, as if hoping they would offer some solace from the egregious mistake she'd just made. She was pretty sure there wasn't a musical about what happens when you have sex with your high school enemy after meeting anonymously as their mistress, but there was a whole genre of indie musicals she hadn't experienced yet. Regardless, Rachel was pretty sure singing about it wouldn't help, for once.
She remembered how she had tried to keep her mom around and ended up singing 'Poker Face'. Even if it was the acoustic version. Maybe this time she would end up singing something like "At Last", and make Quinn think she fell in love with her, which, in the scheme of things, is probably better than telling your mother you think about women when you sleep with men. That would also require seeing Quinn again, which was not something Rachel thought was appropriate.
She was also concerned that Santana knew the whole time, but if she didn't, it wasn't exactly like she could tell her. Well, maybe she could, but there were no guarantees that then Santana wouldn't tell Kurt.
Really, it just brought up a whole slew of emotions that were exactly why she liked to domme. Most of her life was really out of her control, and instead in the hands of her agent, director, manager, and producers. Basically during the day she was just told what to do, and then to revisit her high school years, that hellish experience, while she was doing the one thing that brought her reprieve; well, it was just exceptionally startling. And that it was Quinn.
Not to say that Quinn hadn't inspired her own fair share of topping fantasies, because, well, she had, but to actually have done it, and been so out of control and unprofessional was frightening. Rachel couldn't afford to be so connected to someone she should be having a business relationship with.
The brunette sighed. She wandered over to her kitchen to make tea, and surveyed the empty house around her. Everything was clean and...empty. When her beverage was ready, she walked back to her shelf and pulled out the film version of Annie Get Your Gun. She fast forwarded to her favorite scene and began to sing along.
"They say that falling in love is wonderful, it's wonderful, so they say..." As the characters on the screen sang to each other, Rachel began to drift off into a fitful sleep and quietly sighed as frantic dreams entered her head.
The next thing she heard was her phone ringing loudly. Startled awake, she answered the phone.
"Hello?" Her speech was croaky from being woken up.
"Christine? You just left last night, I uhm, I wanted to talk to you." Quinn's voice. On the phone. This couldn't end well.
"You wanted to talk to me? Why?" Rachel was panicking. Did Quinn realize it was her? No. That would be impossible. She asked if it was Christine on the phone.
"I just. Well, I really enjoyed our session, and I was hoping to see you again. Err, schedule another?" Quinn had the sense to try and hide whatever it was she meant initially, but Rachel already knew, and it was worse than she thought.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Rachel was going to say no. She had to.
"But why? I mean, I need your help. This helps me." Quinn sounded so plaintive, it was hard to deny her.
"There are other dommes. I don't think it's best for me to be yours." Rachel didn't really have anything she could say other than that.
"I don't understand." Quinn's voice was more quiet now.
"I'm sorry." Rachel gently placed the phone back in the receiver and groaned as her back cracked when she moved. She needed to start sleeping on her bed again, but it just made her kind of lonely.
She kept hearing Quinn's voice pleading with her as she went through her morning routine, and possibly thought about a few other things while she was in the shower, and then somehow found herself with the phone in her hand, about to dial. This was an awful idea.
Awful. And yet when she dialed, all she felt was some sort of illicit excitement.
"Quinn? It's Christine. I've changed my mind. I'll meet you again."
"You will? I don't understand."
"Just give me your address, this meeting will be at your place, since you've met me now." Rachel was being compelled by some rebellious force inside her now, she was sure of it.
"Oh, er, okay." Quinn gave her the address.
"Thank you. I'll see you in a week from today, at 3." Rachel quickly hung up and began cursing herself. This was ridiculous. Why did she have to be so stupid?
On the other side of the line, Quinn was staring at her now silent phone. She didn't really know what had just happened. Granted, she'd gotten what she wanted, but it was terribly confusing.
What had been so wrong about their previous session that Christine had not wanted to see her again? What had made her change her mind?
Regardless, it was hard to question how much she'd enjoyed herself. Quinn felt better than she had in months, though she had a niggling feeling the second time would be different than the first.