Believe
"Next thing, we're touching/ Hit me with lightning." Starry Eyed (Jakwob Remix)-Ellie Goulding
It's when they're hot and sweaty and completely naked that she notices it.
"I didn't know you still believed." The silver cross around Santana's neck felt warm against her fingertips.
"Just because I'm not loud about it like you doesn't mean that I don't believe."
Quinn placed a gentle kiss to her lips, letting the cross fall back against her chest, trailing a finger down through the valley of her breasts, feather light. She could feel Santana shiver involuntarily as she came to clutch her side, the tiny gasp not lost on her. She grinned.
"Don't get your hopes up too much. I don't think I'm Christian or anything, I just believe." Her voice is a little breathy and it makes Quinn's cheeks flush an even darker shade of pink.
"Why the cross, then?"
"My parents gave it to me, it's comforting."
"Aww, how cute." She giggled at the way Santana swatted at her arm.
"Shut up!"
"I mean you're cute, goofy." This time around, Santana pressed her lips against hers.
"Well, I guess that's alright, then."
