Her back hits the wall and the gasp she emits morphs into a throaty moan as lips attach themselves to her neck. They nip at her neck, licking and she finds herself baring more skin for them to attack. Hands run over her sides, dipping into curves and over hips. They really shouldn't be doing this. She gasps at a particularly hard nip and moans out as a hand palms her breast.
They both have people waiting for them at home. Two people who love them very much but somehow they always end up like this, gasping into each other's mouths as they breathlessly kiss in a hotel room. Quinn mentally shakes her head and pushes her lover toward the bed. She climb atop them, straddling their waist. Her hands go to the bottom of her shirt and she lifts, revealing creamy skin. Her lover emits a throaty moan and runs their hands over her taut stomach. Her head falls back and her lover leans forward, kissing her neck once before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, deft fingers unsnapping her bra and slowly sliding the straps down her arms, softly kissing her shoulder.
When they had first started this affair, it had been rushed, lustful. What was once a quickie in a bathroom or closet once every few months turned to hours of fucking once a month. Then as time went by it became a few times a month until they were sneaking around, getting coffee, small dinner dates when their partners were busy, weekends away "on business," hours of making love every week. No one suspected anything. After all they had been best friends in high school. Every one just assumed that they had a close relationship. She chuckled, if only they knew how close.
"What are you laughing about, Quinnie?" A husky voice asked in her ear before taking the lobe and sucking lightly on it.
"I was thinking about what everyone would think if they knew just how close," She ground into the body underneath her, "we really are."
Her lover chuckled and kissed a line to her breasts, taking one into their mouth and flicking their tongue over her nipple eliciting a whiny moan from Quinn.
"I've been thinking about this all week." Is groaned out as they are flipped over, Quinn now on her back, her legs parted to fit her lover's body between them. Kisses trail from her chest to her stomach and soon to her waistline. Hands slide her skirt over her slender hips and her panties follow soon after. A tongue licks up her thigh and fingers part her center. "God, you're so wet. Is this all for me, baby?"
"Yes." She breathes out. "God, yes, please."
Her body goes taut as she feels her lover's tongue take a broad swipe over her. Her hands tighten in the sheets as the tongue flicks rapidly over her. She's moaning loudly, she's pretty sure there's going to be noise complaints but at the moment she doesn't care because suddenly two fingers have entered her and are pumping at a steady pace. Her moans have turned to pants and she can feel herself nearing the edge. Her lover must feel it too because the fingers curl and hit that perfect spot within her and her back arches and she isn't aware of anything for a full minute.
When she comes down from her high, her hazel eyes blinking blearily and a satisfied smirk on her lips, she startles. Dark eyes bore into own, a searching look in them. Her brows scrunch in confusion.
"Quinn... Is..." Her lover's voice is choked up, as if they are on the verge of tears. "You just said..."
"What?" Quinn asks, suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was completely naked while her lover was fully clothed.
"You love me?" Quinn's eyes widen and she exhales shakily. "Do you?"
Quinn's jaw tightens and she swallows.
"Quinn, baby, if it was in the heat of the moment, I'll understand." Her hand is squeezed. "But- But if you feel it too-" A heavy swallow. "If you feel it too, please tell me."
"Yes." It's exhaled shakily and she's trembling. "I love you." She laughs and cries and repeats it because she can finally admit it. Admit what they've both known for so long without acknowledging. "I love you, Santana Lopez. I think I've loved you for so much longer but I didn't think you'd ever feel the same. I mean, you have Bri-" She's pulled into a kiss. It's soft, tender, something that generally doesn't happen a lot between them. Quinn returns the kiss, grabbing the hand that's wrapped in her hair.
"What are we going to do?" Santana finally asks and Quinn doesn't know how to answer. She wants to tell Santana that she'll leave Puck, that she wants her to leave Brittany but she's not sure Santana would. She knows she doesn't love Puck. But Santana really did love Brittany. She had since high school. They were meant for each other or so everyone else thought.
"I- What about Brittany?"
Santana looks down and Quinn prepares herself for rejection. "Brittany and I haven't been together for years." Quinn's head snaps up. "Right after we got back together again, we realized we weren't right for each other. I had changed too much and she hadn't. We decided to be friends with benefits. And then she got a boyfriend and that stopped. That's when this started and at first I thought we were just going to fuck and go our separate ways. You were mad at Puckerman," the name is spat, "for cheating on you and never being home and I was lonely, but once I had you I wanted you again and again and then we were going on these date things and I was getting to know a whole different side of you. And I fell in love with you. But you were still with Puckerman so I settled for being the other woman. I understand if you're ma-" Quinn surges forward kissing Santana hard and causing her to fall over and they are giggling as Quinn crawls on top of Santana
"I'll leave Puck. Of course I will." She kisses down Santana's neck. "I love you so much."
They laugh in relief and giddy excitement as they kiss and roll around. And when the morning comes they don't part guiltily as they have previously. They share sweet kisses as they dress and walk hand in hand to the lobby. Quinn smiles at Santana and kisses her one last time. "I'll call you when it's done and then I'll head over, okay?" Santana nods and they part ways. It feels like a fresh start.