QUINN'S POV

Boom. Sam landed with a thud as I flipped him over and put him in a submission hold. "Ow, uncle, uncle uncle." He pleaded. Reluctantly I let him go. "Damn Quinn. I feel sorry for the next person you have to take down."

"Oh man up already," I said as I punched his arm. He winced and rubbed the spot my fist connected. Wuss.

Sam has been with me since the beginning. We were childhood friends and stayed together through elementary, junior high, and high school. Of course we went through that phase where we tried dating, but that's when I thought I was straight. Sometime around my sophomore year I realized I liked girls in the way I should like guys. Still, Sam stuck by my side. He was there when I told my parents and they kicked me out. They were always religious so I wasn't expecting anything better. When they kicked me out, Sam and his folks to me in and let me stay at their place. After high school we went through college and eventually joined to police academy together. When we were recruited, they automatically put us together. He's been my partner since the beginning and I wouldn't want it any other way. In the field, we become one. We know what the other was thinking and know the other's next move before they do. We're that close.

I headed toward the locker room to shower before I went home. Today was even more stressful than usual. Me and Sam have been chasing a series of murders that have been occurring in the area. The victims have no connection at all and they're all different in appearance and personality. The only common thing is the fact that whenever a body shows up, it's completely drained of blood. What makes it even weirder is that there's never a puncture wound where the victim could have bled out from. We had a suspect, but this morning his body was found in his apartment. Someone chopped the poor guy's head off. There was blood everywhere and the smell was borderline toxic. Thankfully his eyes were closed. There's nothing more disturbing than looking into the lifeless, glassy eyes of the deceased. It was a gruesome that made my blood run cold and my stomach churn. Luckily I was able to hold down my lunch, not that I could say the same for Sam.

"Hey, you wanna go get a drink. You look like you need one." Sam's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as we exited the precinct.

"Wow Sam, you really know how to make a girl feel pretty." I rolled my eyes but the idea of a nice scotch sounded good right about now.

"Not what I meant. I know you're stressed about the case and I think a little time around other people would do you some good."

"Alright, fine. The usual place?" We had our own little spot that Sam and I like to go to. It was small and close to the precinct but none of the other detectives went there.

"Of course, where else would we go?" He flashed his smile as we walked towards Joe's.

We entered and took our usual seats at the bar.

"Scotch on rocks and a Bud light please." Sam ordered our drinks and looked at me with a funny look on his face.

"What?" I asked, wondering what the hell he was thinking.

"When's the last time you got laid?"

"Excuse me?" I wasn't expecting that.

"You heard me. When's the last time you got some action?"

"That's none of your business Evans." He knows I'm pissed when I use his last name but he doesn't back off.

"Judging by your answer, I'm guessing it's been a while."

"Why do you even care?"

"Because there's a girl who's been staring at you for the past five minutes. She's hot too."

I turned around and that's when I saw her. She was wearing a red V-neck with black jeans and a matching leather jacket. From her naturally dark skin and long raven hair I presumed she was Latina. She had these big, full lips but they weren't as big as Sam's. I doubt anyone had lips bigger than Sam. She was still staring at me with her dark, chocolate eyes. I felt like she was staring into my soul. Her eyes were intense and unwavering, but most of all, they were focused on me. I quickly turned around in my seat. Still, I could feel her gaze on me. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my breathing became uneven. I tried to wrap my head around what the hell just happened. Yes, that woman was extremely attractive, but she intimidated me as well. Which almost never happens. As HBIC in high school, I was rarely intimidated by others. But one look from her and I fell into a complete mess. Her intensity and mysteriousness only added to her appeal, but it also made me want to stay away at all costs.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam asked with a worried expression. "I was only kidding. You don't have to sleep with her."

"It's not that. I just…. She's not my type." This only made Sam laugh.

"Please, she's everyone's type." Sam glanced back at the woman and got an evil smirk on his face. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Wait, what!?" Before I knew it, the mysterious woman took Sam's spot.

"Hi, I'm Santana." Oh God her voice. It was husky and I'm sure she could make any girl drop her pants just by asking her.

"Quinn." I replied. She held out her hand for me to shake, which I took hesitantly. I wasn't expecting electricity like everyone says happens. Frankly I think that's just a load of bullshit. As expected, no electricity, but her shake was strong and her hand was silky smooth. I wonder what lotion she uses.

"How come I've never seen you here before?" I asked. Sam and I come here regularly and I'm positive I would've seen her before. Who could miss her?

"I just moved here from Lima, Ohio." Her voice sent shivers through my body. I think she knew because she had this cocky smirk on her face. No doubt she knew what she was capable of. She was hot and and she wasn't afraid to show it.

"Well what brings you to the big apple?" I wanted to know everything about this girl.

"Just needed a fresh start. Something went down in my home town and I've always wanted to come so I packed my stuff and never looked back."

We ended up talking for hours. I ended up drinking way more than I should have and I saw Sam leave with some bimbo hanging off his arm. I gave him a thumbs up and knew he was drunk too since he was struggling to keep himself and the girl upright.

Santana leaned over and whispered in my ear. Her voice was raspy and filled with lust. "You wanna get outta here?" I looked at her and she raised her eyebrow suggestively. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my place.

We got to my building and entered the elevator. As soon as I pushed my floor number and the door closed she pushed me against the wall and attacked my mouth. Our lips fell in sync, hands were roaming and the only thing I could register was how good her mouth felt on mine. Her tongue swiped my bottom lip asking for entrance. I let her in and we battled for dominance. All too soon the elevator door opened and we rushed into my apartment. I locked the door and picked her up, wrapping her slender legs around me and walking towards my bedroom. Our lips never parting. Finally needing air, I broke the kiss and laid her on the bed. I started stripping out of my clothes while she watched. I noticed her jacket went missing. Her eyes were two shades darker and her hair was a little messy, but she still looked sexy as ever. I tossed the last article of clothing away, leaving me in a matching red and lace bra. Not the ideal undergarments considering my line of work, but your never know right?

I got on the bed and straddled her, resuming where we left off. Her hands got a handful of my ass and I moaned at her touch. I realized she was still clothed and make quick work of changing that. She shivered when I ran my fingertips along the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms as I took it off. Once that was off she flipped us and took off her jeans. She was wearing black lace bra and underwear. She climbed on top of me and I could feel how wet she was through the sheer fabric of her thong. I cupped her breasts threw her bra and nipples hardened from my touch. She broke the kiss and moaned. I made it mission to hear that moan again. Not wanting to waste any more time, I flipped us over and scooted up the bed. I kissed her jawline making my way to her neck where I bit the soft flesh. Her moan sent a jolt through my body making me wetter than I already was. I stayed at that spot a little longer making sure there would be a mark there in the morning. I unclasped her bra and admired her beautiful breast. I took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking and flicking the bud with my tongue. I played with the right, pinching as her moans grew louder and louder with every passing second. She tangled her hands in my hair and pushed down slightly.

"Someone's in a hurry," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Please," she husked out. "I need you."

Deciding not to frustrate her anymore, I kissed my way down to her dripping center. I licked her threw her underwear and she moaned, her back arching and gripped the sheets with white knuckles. I slip her underwear off taking my time. I placed myself between her legs and got to work. I started off painstakingly slow. I slipped a finger between her folds and began pumping in and out slowly. When her breathing became erratic and she was begging me to go faster, I added a second finger and picked up the pace. She had a sheen of sweat covering her body and I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers. I took her pulsing clit in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I curled my fingers, hitting that special spot and she exploded around my fingers and screamed my name. I kept going as I let her ride out her orgasm. I made sure to lap up all of her juice and kissed my way up her body and she moaned when she tasted herself in my mouth.

"Best. Orgasm. Ever," she breathed out. She flipped us and returned the favor. In no time she had me moaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would file a complaint. Her tongue was magic against my center and as I came, all thoughts left my mind as I settled into a sweet bliss.

All night we went back and forth. We switched up between eating each other out, scissoring, and even 69. Each time was better than the last and we eventually fell asleep with me wrapped in her arms.