Um. I thought it would be hot if Quinn and Santana had sex. Woops.
"Okay, everybody get a good night's sleep! Back to Booty Camp tomorrow!"
Everyone finished stretching and ran to hug Quinn before they left. Mercedes hung on extra tight.
"It's good to have you back, Quinn. It wasn't the same without you here."
She smiled politely and hugged them all back. She laughed when they joked that pink wasn't her colour and that this look was much more her, and she said she'd missed them and that she'd see them all in the morning. She did everything she was supposed to do, and everyone bought it; everyone except one person.
Santana hung back, the only one noticing the blankness in Quinn's eyes even though her mouth kept smiling and laughing. She stayed out of sight while everyone left the auditorium, leaving Quinn alone centre stage.
Quinn linked her fingers, raising them over her head, stretching her body upwards as far as she could. Santana tilted her head as she noticed every curve elongating and her ass sticking out ever so slightly. As her fingers disconnected and her arms dropped back to her sides, she looked slowly around the auditorium, taking a couple of deep breaths. She wasn't setting anything on fire or shoving any freshmen around, but Santana could tell she wasn't the angel she used to be.
Then again, Santana was the only one who knew she'd never really been that girl in the first place.
"Hey, Q!"
Quinn almost jumped out of her skin and spun around to see Santana standing a few metres away, half covered up by the burgundy velvet curtain.
"Santana! I… How long have you been standing there?"
She shrugged.
"Not long. It's not important. I want to talk about you."
Quinn opened her mouth for a second, as if she wanted to snap something vicious, but she closed it again and calmly breathed out.
"Well, it's sweet that you're worried about me. But I'm fine. I'm happy to be back."
Santana snorted.
"Who says I'm worried?"
She started walking towards Quinn in the middle of the stage, letting her hips roll from side to side with each step.
"Personally, I thought the whole grunge thing was adorable; hilarious, even. Every teen has their rebellious phase, right?"
Quinn's eyes narrowed with annoyance while her mouth retained that icy smile. She didn't say anything. There was a chance that if she opened her mouth she'd say something she'd regret.
"And I can tell you're happy. I mean, you're smiling, right?"
Quinn took a deep breath. She should have known she couldn't fool Santana, who at that moment was calmly observing the rise and fall of her chest with a smirk on her face and a glint in her eye.
"That's a beautiful dress, Quinn. You look like an angel. Everyone seems to think so; but you and I know that's not exactly the case, now is it?"
Quinn's smile was faltering. Santana was inches away. She could feel heat radiating from her. She reached up with one finger, tracing across the white fabric of her dress where it skimmed over her waist. The touch was so delicate that she could barely feel it, but it was enough to make her breath hitch and send a shiver up her spine. She flinched and her eyelids flickered, but she didn't move away until she remembered she was being good and took a hesitant step back.
"I… I don't know what you mean. I just… missed glee club…"
"Oh, of course you did. I bet you couldn't wait to come back and sing happy show tunes and try not to throw up as Manboobs and Yenta slobber over each other and the gays giggle in the corner, and everyone's super happy, just like you. You're back to normal now, right? Happy, fun-time Quinn, baby not included."
The smile was gone instantly.
"Is that supposed to be funny?"
"It's supposed to piss you off. Tell me it's not working."
Quinn swallowed and smoothed down her dress.
"No. I'm fine. I- I should go."
She bent down to pick up her bag, but when she stood up Santana was in front of her. She couldn't tell if they were touching or not, but she could definitely feel something.
"What's the rush? Somebody expecting you?"
Quinn couldn't answer. Her eyes were locked with Santana's and she felt fingers at her waist again before they were replaced by a whole hand. It was firmer this time, almost forceful, and she tried to brush it away and push past her only to have Santana's hand slide, warm and unyielding, over her stomach. She felt hot breath in her ear, making the hairs on her neck stand up.
"Come on, Q, I know you're in there…" Santana whispered, her fingertips edging towards Quinn's abdomen until she couldn't help quivering slightly, "Come and play…"
Quinn started to shake her head to try and convince herself that she wanted to leave, but before she could say anything her eyes were falling closed as she was spun around roughly and Santana's lips met hers. Her brain was screaming at her to pull away and get out of there, but her mouth surrendered as Santana's tongue pushed through to massage hers gently, growing more and more insistent. Quinn let out a high pitched whimper and Santana smiled into it, knowing she was getting somewhere. She took it as a cue to get a firm grip on Quinn's hips, pulling them against her own as she kissed her. Quinn's entire body tensed, terrified of how easy she was making this. She was used to trying harder to stop it, putting up some kind of resistance, but the way Santana's eyes sparkled when she stared at her, the way she looked almost evil… Quinn had to put a hand on the bar next to her so it wouldn't be quite as obvious that her knees were almost buckling. As Santana brought a hand up to the back of her head, gripping to her hair and kissing her more and more intensely, she had to place the other over the small of Quinn's back, clutching at the fabric of her dress, as much to hold her up as to prepare to rip it off.
Quinn tried to shake her head, tried to pull away, but Santana manipulated every movement to her advantage. Seconds later, she felt the rigid bar against the curve where the top of her ass met her back as Santana's body was pressed flush against her. They kept twisting into each other, a haze of lips and tongues and small moans and that sweet, warm scent of Santana's skin washed over Quinn. Even her brain wasn't trying to fight anymore as she felt a hand cup her ass gently, quickly switching to a firm squeeze. She gasped in surprise as it sent a jolt up her spine, causing Santana finally to pull away, catching Quinn's breath on her lips. She smiled that cocky, self-assured, you-know-you-can't-fight-this-and-I-know-you-don't-want-to smile and bowed her head but kept staring up at Quinn from under those infuriatingly long lashes, and her voice was so husky and low she could barely hear it. Barely.
"Something wrong, Fabray? You want me to stop?"
Quinn kept trying, but she couldn't catch her breath.
God, no. Please don't stop.
After a hesitation, she shook her head. Santana's smirk widened before she dove in for yet another kiss, even more fierce, more powerful, more unrelenting. She didn't let go of Quinn's body, releasing her hair and letting her hand trail softly down her chest, grazing deliberately over her already hard nipple, making her body spasm slightly and push harder against Santana's.
"Ah, I… Ffff-"
Santana's eyebrow quirked.
"What? Say it, Quinn. Go on."
Quinn forced her lips closed. Somehow despite the compromised position she was in, swearing seemed like a step too far. Plus, she had a feeling that if she held back with it, maybe Santana would try a little harder to get it out of her.
She wasn't wrong.
Santana pulled back for a second. She narrowed her eyes at Quinn, who was fighting off a smirk. It would have pissed her off if it hadn't been so hot. She grabbed her by the waist again, pulling her away from the bar and into another kiss before lowering her to the ground beneath it. Quinn was covered not only by a warm body with a tongue inching its way into her mouth at every opportunity, but also a sturdy metal frame.
No escape.
She'd stopped minding a while ago.
Santana didn't notice Quinn's eyes sparkling, mirroring hers, as she started to make her way down her body with expertly placed kisses. She knew exactly which spots to aim at, behind her ear, the hollow above her collar bone, across her neck and down to her cleavage. She licked at the beaded of sweat on Quinn's chest with a pointed tongue as she settled between her legs, kneeling so she could push them apart and lean over her. She had to stay in control.
She stroked over Quinn's stomach before slipping her hand round to her side to tug gently at the zip of her dress. She didn't undo it all the way, just enough for Quinn to notice; just enough to show that she could do whatever she wanted.
She dove in for another kiss, slower, lingering, pulling away so slowly that Quinn couldn't help lifting her head as she leant back, her mouth searching for some relief. She could feel Santana's hands moving further down, tracing lightly across her abdomen, making her shiver and drop her head back to the floor with a thud. Her breathing sped up even more as the hands weren't on her dress anymore; they were on her legs, pushing the fabric up her thighs and squeezing as they went. She feigned some resistance, but slowly spread them, allowing Santana's hands to slide up further until she reached her underwear. At first she dragged a fingertip over the damp fabric, eliciting a gasp from Quinn, before sliding them off altogether and throwing them behind her. Quinn kicked off a shoe and Santana sat up, eyeing her suspiciously. She propped herself up on her elbows and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, sorry. Would you like me to keep pretending?"
Santana let her head tilt to one side.
"I don't think you can."
Quinn smirked and sat up just long enough to grab at Santana's uniform, yanking her down to crash their lips together. She momentarily lost her balance before letting her weight settle on top of Quinn. She brought one knee up to lift herself off the ground, never breaking contact, then snaked her hand up under her dress and let her nails scrape against the skins covering Quinn's hip. She couldn't help whimpering again as Santana's thumb grazed over her abdomen, making her stomach drop as she tried to catch a breath. They were both fighting for control, and neither seemed to have any.
Santana kept pushing her hand under the dress, edging the dress up over her torso until they finally had to pull their mouths apart to push it over her head. They both looked around for a second, acknowledging the fact that she was completely naked in the middle of the stage, and did nothing about it except continue. Santana made the most of her position, mapping the curves and bumps of Quinn's body with her hands; the ridges of her ribs, the curve of her waist, the tremble of her stomach every time she delved her tongue deeper into her mouth, sucking on her tongue then shifting to nip and lick at her neck. She kissed a trail down her windpipe and across her collarbone, her hand and mouth simultaneously reaching her chest. She swirled her tongue gently around her nipple before sucking firmly, squeezing with her hand and the same time. The synchronicity of it was too much, and a gasp of 'oh, God' escaped from Quinn's lips.
Santana realised that timing was everything. She pulled away again, smiling to herself as Quinn's chest rose, trying to regain the contact she'd lost. Unable to leave her hanging, Santana ducked back down, kissing her stomach, flicking her tongue into her bellybutton, until she came back to her abdomen. The slightest touch made Quinn shudder, so she began by dotting soft kisses and swift strokes of her tongue, refusing to move any further south except to draw invisible patterns on her thighs with her fingertips. She hummed with satisfaction when Quinn's hips began to buck up towards her as the tension built up; she was clearly desperate for release, but she wasn't getting it that easily. Santana had already achieved exactly what she wanted, but she was enjoying herself far too much to stop now.
As Quinn's whines grew louder and the rise and fall of her stomach was so fast that it was practically fluttering, Santana finally directed her kisses downwards. She didn't add any force, but applied the tiny sucks and licks to her hips, the insides of her thighs, gradually edging back up to apply one single flick over her clit with her tongue. It was a heartbeat of relief that only made it a thousand times worse, and Quinn's hips started to strain upwards until Santana laid her forearm over her hips, holding her down. She tried to push back, but it was useless.
"Well, maybe if you'd stayed on the team you'd be strong enough to fight me."
They both knew that was a lie.
She sat up for a moment, watching Quinn unravel beneath her with nothing to relieve the pressure until she suddenly bobbed down to suck furiously at her clit, her index finger barely brushing her entrance before sliding straight in. As she varied the pressure of her tongue rolling over and over her clit, she crooked her finger so it hit her G-spot directly. A tremor ran through Quinn's body and Santana could see, even from her awkward viewpoint, her eyes roll back into her head.
"Oh, God, I… I… Uhh…"
Santana groaned with annoyance at the still clean language, but the vibration helped to ebb away at what was left of Quinn's self-control. She began to grind down onto Santana's finger, needing more, so Santana froze. Quinn whined, her high pitch becoming deeper and guttural.
"Q, I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific. I don't think God can hear you anymore. I'm here, and I'm listening."
Quinn shot her a glare and grabbed her shirt again, pulling her down so their noses were rubbing together.
"Don't. You dare. Stop."
She kissed her fiercely, passionately, until they both had to suck in a breath through their noses, refusing to separate.
Santana chuckled darkly, humming against Quinn's lips. She may not have sworn, but it was close enough. She started to move her finger again, slowly for all of three seconds, then stroking faster and faster, dragging more muffled, unholy sounds from Quinn's throat.
"Oh, Tana… More…"
She didn't need to be asked twice, and she inserted a second and third finger, rubbing her clit with her thumb and still kissing her, not letting her take a breath. Her entire body was a writhing, glistening mess in the middle of the stage, and Santana barely even registered the angelic way in which her hair was splayed around her head. She kept thrusting her fingers in and out, hitting her G-spot every time and gently dragging her thumbnail over clit. Her hand and tongue reached the same rhythm, increasing speed and intensity. Quinn's moans had gone from high and whining to breathy and deep, and now she was barely making a sound except for 'Tana, Tana, yes, more…" whispered into her mouth and swallowed with a smile.
Santana could tell from the shudders in her back to the quiver of her abdomen that she was close, and she gave her a final few strokes with her fingers, her thumb, her tongue until Quinn let out a gasp. She reached up, freeing Quinn's hips, grazing past her nipple again and snaking under her head, pulling her mouth away and pulling her hair. As her head was wrenched back and she was finally allowed a deep gulp of air, her body was flooded with sensation just as her lungs filled with oxygen. She let out a high scream of 'Fu… Fu… Fuuuuuuck…', before dropping back to the ground, groping blindly at the bar above her head just to have something to hold onto. She didn't dare touch Santana in case it made her hand move from where it was gently stroking her through her orgasm. Every time she brushed over her clit, even slightly, it sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her, making her hips buck wildly with oversensitivity. Her body felt like it didn't belong to her anymore. It belonged to the girl with golden skin hovering above her, a haze of red, white and black.
As she came down, she opened her eyes to see Santana licking her fingers daintily. Quinn reached up to kiss her, twisting their tongues together so she could taste herself, before letting herself fall back to the floor, one arm extended languidly over her head. Santana reached back for her dress, laying it over her before lying down at her side.
"So," she started chatting as if nothing had happened, "How does it feel to be back?"
Quinn rolled her head over to stare at her in disbelief. She didn't know how she could suddenly be so cavalier, but in her foggy, post-climax state she found it hilarious. She started giggling, gradually building into a cackle as she laid there, centre stage and breathless.
"It feels good; really good."
"Just FYI: if you were back in one of these uniforms, it'd be a lot easier for me to do that. Whenever you want."
"I'll bear it in mind."