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The first time she saw her, she felt it.
Never before in her whole life she thought she could feel like that.
It was all there. It was all on those eyes and so beautiful face.
She was more, so much more than just an ordinary girl. There was definitely something about that woman.
It was the first time they met, but she was one hundred percent sure that she wasn't the only one feeling that strong connection. Santana could feel eyes on her since they got to that small 'High School friends reunion' that Brittany insisted her to go.
She finally met all of her wife's friends, but it was just one girl who caught her attention, who draws her, who hypnotized her.
She had never seen a woman like her. Her every move, every lingering gaze, every word spoken from those perfect pink lips, every small and sweet laugh, invited Santana to sin.
It was wrong though, in all possible ways, but she was powerless with the woman's spell.
Santana was married, happily married indeed.
And there she was, wanting so badly to kiss the lips of her wife's friend.
Maybe someone put something in her drink? Because Santana had never looked at someone other than Brittany like that. Hell, she was even wanting this mysterious girl more than her own wife at that precise moment.
She was fascinating
She was intrigued
She was classy
And most of all, she was gorgeous. Fuck she was perfect.
She was dying to know more about her. Everything.
She wasn't stupid, she saw the signs. That girl was looking at her in that way too. Santana knew very well when someone was giving her the eyes. It was definitely something behind. She could feel her heart wildly beating in her chest with every look she was giving her.
She didn't understand why Brittany didn't introduce them earlier.
Maybe the fact that her wife's friend was some kind of travel writer was something that influenced. But apparently, and from what she heard, the girl was there to stay for good.
And she felt oddly happy about it.
She tried to pull all that undeniable attraction to the side though. Because hello, she was married and her wife was right next to her while she was fantasizing with another girl.
And she wasn't just a girl either. She was her friend, her high school friend.
So she tried, really hard to not look at her for the rest of the evening. Because it was extremely wrong of her.
But those hazel eyes never stopped looking back at her. With a subtle and shy smile playing on her lips, leaving Santana even more hypnotized and wondering how those lips would taste like.
The second time she saw her, it happened.
It had been about two months since she met the woman.
Quinn
So far, the most flawless human being for Santana. Words could never do justice to her.
Her name often crossed her mind while having sex with Brittany or just kissing her, which left Santana feeling highly guilty afterward.
Many times she would just close her eyes thinking about another blonde under her. And she wanted that to stop. Because really, she had seen her just once.
But she couldn't help it. The girl's face was constantly in her mind. How not? She was gorgeous, even maybe, ten times more beautiful and interesting than her own wife. She really didn't want to entertain that thought, but it was as difficult as stop breathing.
So when Brittany suggested that once again, she needed to accompany her to another 'High School friends get together' she was nervous. Because she didn't want to see Quinn again.
In fact, she wanted it. She wanted so badly to see her that that's why she couldn't see her.
It wasn't right.
She's been married for two months. Together with Brittany for almost three years. So no, it wasn't right.
But well, alcohol makes things easy. It's almost a law.
Because drink after drink. Laugh after laugh, she started to feel at ease.
She was standing right next to Quinn. She was between Quinn and Brittany, how tragic is that? But she didn't care at the time, really. Not at all. All she could think about was how Quinn's arm was brushing lightly against hers. She could feel how a small spark was crossing her body and settling in her stomach every time this would happen.
Santana didn't want to move, despite the fact that she knew very well that she shouldn't be feeling those things with another woman. It just felt so great that she didn't want to move because she knew that those things were only because of Quinn.
Her arm was so soft, and her smell was heady. Everything about this girl was screaming for Santana. Her sweet laugh, her deep stares, the intentional small brush of her hand against Santana's. Everything was telling Santana something.
She just wanted to feel that beautiful woman, in any damn way.
And after minutes, she lost it. She lost all her will power.
She wasn't even talking with Quinn, they all were wrapped in a group conversation but the stares between them kept coming. And so, she tasted the water.
She subtle excuse herself and walked outside the apartment, leaving the door half open.
Santana was almost sure that Quinn was going to follow her. She knew she was coming. If she wasn't imagined everything in her mind, she would.
And her question was answered the moment she heard the main door.
Brittany didn't follow her, but someone else did.
She looked to the side, and there Quinn was, standing two feet away from her. Looking insanely hot in a black dress.
"Hey," She said in a low voice.
Her throat was dry of pure nervousness and anxiety because Quinn was there for a reason too.
Santana wasn't sure anymore of what she was doing, she was just acting on instinct, just like she used to do before Brittany.
So with the way that the girl who had been in her mind for weeks was looking at her, and with the way that the same girl was slowly approaching her, she just couldn't take it anymore.
Santana met her halfway and planted her lips on her. Pushing her against the wall and kissing her hard, receiving a groan from her.
She was finally feeling Quinn's lips against her own, and God if it was one of the best kisses she has ever had. It was unreal.
The girl's sweet taste, the girl's hands in her hair, bringing Santana closer. It was everything she thought, Quinn was intoxicating. Her lips were intoxicating, her tongue was intoxicating.
She was kissing Santana back like she needed her. The way they were kissing was as if they were some couple who hadn't seen each other in months.
How could a simple kiss feel like that? She really didn't want to stop kissing Quinn, never.
It was overwhelming, terrifying, dreamed, all at once.
But Santana needed to breathe. And so she pulled slightly away from her, breaking that intense kiss. She took a panting breath, breathing the girl's scent and trying to sort her thoughts, but Quinn barely gave her time because her lips were already on hers again.
And she kissed her back with the same intensity and passion, forgetting that she was cheating on her wife that was inside the apartment.
All that was on her in that moment was Quinn, all of what she could feel was Quinn, nothing else mattered to her.
Her hands were grabbing her waist, keeping her in place against the wall while Quinn's hands were lost in her hair. Many emotions were taking over her body. Santana never thought that someone could be capable of making her feel like that. But it was happening. All the cheesy things she heard in movies were real, apparently.
This girl was something else.
After minutes, Quinn was the one who pulled away, opening her eyes and smiling at Santana who had her eyes still closed.
She gave Santana a long kiss, resting her lips on her for several seconds before walking back inside without saying a word. Leaving Santana outside, with her heart beating loud in her chest as the beam of reality washed over her.
She had just cheated on her wife. And she wasn't regretting it at all.
The third time she saw her, Santana crossed a point of no return.
It was Quinn's birthday.
She hadn't seen the girl since that passionate and dreamed kiss outside the apartment of Brittany's friend three weeks ago. And well, Quinn's friend too.
She really wanted to regret what they did, but Santana couldn't bring herself to do just that. How could she if it was something that she really wanted? How could she regret when after three weeks, Quinn's lips were all that she wanted to taste again.
She knew she shouldn't want Quinn like that, but God, Santana was really craving her. All she could think at nights when she closed her eyes was the blonde. All of her.
So when Brittany invited her to her friend's birthday, at first she had said no, but then Brittany said that it was Quinn's birthday and she was on her feet in a matter of seconds.
She didn't plan on kissing her again. She just wanted to see her.
But when Brittany was in Quinn's bathroom, she felt a soft hand grabbing hers and pulling her outside, far away from all the drunk people.
And so, it happened again.
Quinn's lips were on hers once again but this time, it felt different.
This time the kiss was slow, passionate and with mixed emotions.
She felt alive. She could feel her heart stop... and then beating, and then stop again. Quinn's lips were making feel her thousand of new things. Thousands of things she didn't even know existed.
The last thing she wanted was the kiss to stop, so she groaned when Quinn pulled away from her.
The blonde's hands were firmly on Santana's face though. One softly stroking the hair just behind her ear, and the other caressing her cheek. And Quinn looked at her so tenderly that made Santana feel a warmth right in her chest.
Who was this girl?
Santana just couldn't take it and leaned in to kiss her again, forgetting once again that her wife was inside.
But Quinn turned slightly her head so Santana kissed her just in the corner of her mouth.
Santana looked at her confused but then Quinn gave her a playful smile, biting her lip.
It was like a drug because Santana really couldn't endure seeing her biting her lip. She was right there so she could do it for her.
She leaned once again but Quinn stopped her, looking to the side to make sure no one had left her apartment.
"Come back here at 3:00 am," Quinn said looking back at Santana. And she frowned because she didn't understand. Or maybe she did understand, but she wanted to hear it. Quinn leaned in, kissing her lips briefly, but taking Santana's breath away nonetheless, then she tilted her head to speak into her ear, brushing her lips there "You can give me my birthday present later"
Santana had to hold back a whimper. Because Quinn's hot breath, her soft hands in her face, her lips against her ear, and Quinn's small waist in her arms, was too much.
She didn't have a chance to answer her though because Quinn was inside once she opened her eyes again.
Santana had quit the random hookups. Since Brittany, things changed for her.
And it had been alright. Everything was alright. But since Quinn, there wasn't anything more tempting than get back to her old self.
She didn't think about it twice. She gladly took the offer.
She left her and Brittany's apartment silently at 2:30 am, heading straight to Quinn's apartment.
Maybe it was wrong. Hell, it was wrong. But she didn't care.
Once the party was over and they were back at home, all she could do was think about Quinn. But she wasn't going, she convinced herself and she wasn't going to go there.
But that strong and deep desire won. More easily than what she thought.
She drove late at night, fast.
Santana only thought the whole ride there about those eyes, those lips, sweet and warm tongue. Everything in her mind was Quinn.
So when she finally arrived at the place she had been just hours earlier. She quickly knocked the door. And what she saw increased the need she felt for that perfect and mysterious woman.
She was just in her underwear looking at her with a smirk, she knew what was coming.
Santana wasted no time and quickly entered the apartment closing the door behind her, kissing Quinn hard and walking them to where she thought was her room, and luckily, she guessed right.
Turns out, it wasn't anything more mesmerizing than topping Quinn, with her fingers deep inside of her, with her head back against the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut and nails against Santana's back, pulling her closer. It was fascinating. And Santana was an addict. She was already addicted to her. Quinn was something so new to Santana, and she wanted to keep exploring her.
The sensation of that woman under her, panting and whimpering her name against her lips was like a dream.
But sadly, once the dream was over, reality came back.
Santana didn't feel guilty, neither Quinn. But she knew what they did was wrong.
She could never forget how those lips taste, how great it felt have her fingers between her thighs, how those hazel eyes were looking at her. How gently their hands touched each other's body.
She wasn't going to forget that anytime soon. But she needed to go. She needed to get the hell out of there because she had just cheated on Brittany.
A kiss was something, but sex. Sex was something else.
She lifted up of bed, ignoring Quinn's confused look and putting on her clothes.
"This can't happen again" She whispered, not quite brave to turn around and look at Quinn.
They both wanted it, and they both did it. So now it was over right?
"I know" Her sweet voice made Santana turn around, and it was just as fascinating as before.
Her blonde hair was slightly untidy, her eyes were shiny, making them look more intense. Making them look unique, with something powerful behind. Or perhaps she was just looking at her in that way.
The sheets were covering just above her small but desirable breast and her whole face were saying 'I just had sex'.
In Santana's eyes, she looked gorgeous.
How can someone be so damn beautiful? Santana was almost about to jump on the bed again. Almost.
But her phone sounding prevented her to do just that. And ironically, it was Brittany, surely wondering where the hell is her wife.
She gave one more look at Quinn, who was staring back at her with a smile. A small smile but a smile nonetheless.
"I won't say anything," Quinn said before Santana could have a chance to leave.
"Neither do I," Santana said shaking her head. They stared at each other for long seconds, as if they were memorizing every inch of their faces. Santana gave her a smile, matching Quinn's smile and finally, she left the room.
She was worried and disappointed on herself of what she did to Brittany. But that big grin on her face was saying otherwise.
Maybe it was a mistake, but it sure didn't feel like one. Because with Quinn, things felt a lot more 'right' than with Brittany.