"What are you doing?" Santana asked; trying her best not to trip over her words as the nights wine intake comes rushing in all at once. She needs her voice to remain steady because everything else is too much. Her skin burns where pale hands trace designs up her arms, her head is spinning… Equal parts the effect of the wine and the woman standing so close to her. And her heart is racing, threatening to jump right out of her chest.
"Is this okay?" Quinn whispers, pressing another tentative kiss against Santana's throat, in a tone that cause a moan to get caught in the other woman's' throat.
"Yea – god, yes. But what is this? What are –"
"Shhh." Quinn hushes her, bringing their lips together.
She's suddenly unsure as to where to place her hands. They seem unfamiliar. Much like the situation. She allows herself to get lost in the kiss, and the next time she opens her eyes Quinn is standing before her in nothing but her underwear. It's then she allows herself to moan.
"God, Quinn."
She knows her hands are shaking as she brings them to rest on Quinn's waist.
"Are you sure?"
Quinn nearly laughs, but she can barely hear it over the ringing in her ears. This is going to happen. This IS happening, and it's almost too much. She barely has a chance to process how much she wants this, how long she's wanted it, before Quinn's hands are on her back, unzipping her dress and allowing it to pool at her feet.
The answer to her question doesn't come in the form of words, instead it comes in breathless moans, and tugs on her hair, and gentle familiar travels across her skin that shouldn't be as natural as they are. This is all new, but it's something more than that, it seems like it was inevitable. Like every moment that came before this was leading towards the lazy kisses that take place as they come down from their highs and the situation sinks in.
It feels right, and she murmurs that much against the blondes shoulder as she takes her in her arms and holds her tight, pulling the covers over them and welcoming sleep.