Day 1: Unresolved Sexual Tension
Title: Blackout
Word count: 2,170
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Rating: NC-17 (I don't think I need a warning when the rating says it all)
Summary: Santana is a DJ in a very popular club. In the booth she sees a certain blonde beckoning for her attention. (AU!)
So this is submission number one only on fanfiction. Since I promised my readers who don't have a Tumblr, that I'd post it on here, I have the time to finally get the chance to. So this day one and I hope you enjoy the Unresolved Sexual Tension, which later becomes...well resolved.
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The music is loud. The crowd is suffocating, but Santana doesn't have the luxury of feeling such a smothering feeling as she watches from her booth. The club is packed to the wall and out the door as she spins her mixes. She's aware of the grinding and sweat that pours from the patrons, but they don't seem to mind; after all it is her job to please—with music of course; nothing less.
She spots a few men and women dancing with each other, some making out off to the side, while women do the same. She gave a smirk to no one in particular, when her eyes land on a blonde dancing freely by herself. She didn't seem to mind as she spun around and ran her hands through her damp blonde hair. Some pieces from it stuck to her forehead, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Cut up and I can't feel my hands
No need to chase
Can you relate?
Can you keep up the pace like you're dying for this?
Santana watches as her eyes pan up to her and narrow seductively at her. She has a basic smile on her face, none that is advancing, but her lips are tight together with a hidden grin behind them. And she's watching Santana in the booth.
Santana scans her eyes along the girl's body down to her tight backside as she shakes it carelessly to the music. Santana finds herself licking her lips at the blonde, who still has her eyes peeled up at her. Santana finally makes eye contact with her and it's almost like a mutual agreement that they're both interested even if they don't know a thing about the other.
Santana catches the blonde lick her lips, then hide it with a bite of her bottom lip. It sends a chill down Santana's spine that it causes her to desperately want to run down there and take the girl right then and there, but she has a job to do.
Spinning to the next song, she speaks into the microphone: "The night is young guys, but you know DJ Tana will take good care of you, we're only getting started," she hears the cheers—she's non-conventional when it comes to MCing. She's sultry, like a host on late night talk radio and it sends an uproar of sex her way.
Placing on the newest Breathe Carolina song to hit the airwaves, her eyes land back on the blonde who is in the same place she last left her. Santana can see the way the sweat is trailing down in between her breasts and that alone triggers Santana's own heat in multiple areas.
And when you say "I'm not okay,"
I left my phone in the cab
Now you can't get me
I'm only getting started
I won't blackout
This time I've got nothing to waste
Let's go a little harder
I'm on fire
I won't blackout
I'm on my way
I'm only getting started
She sees the noticeable smirk on the blonde's lips, like she realizes the effect she's having on the DJ. Santana sighs deeply and finally mouths to her 'what's your name?' while holding her hands up to gesture to her and the blonde, just shakes her finger at her and Santana tilts her head to the side, then gestures for her to tell her and the blonde just shakes her head, walking off the dance floor.
Santana watches her leave until she's out of view and she suddenly feels herself panicking. She doesn't want her to go—she wants to know this girl that's beckoning to her. She knows she wants her to follow her, otherwise she wouldn't have left right?
Santana pats her buddy with a Mohawk and tells him to fill in for her and he nods, getting up to take her place at the booth. She runs down the stairs and is met by the throng of the crowd. Upon pushing through, she feels herself getting touched by numerous female hands and she has no choice, but to push through them.
She makes her way down the hall towards the bathrooms and pushes her way inside to look through the small crowd of women waiting to do their business or puke, whichever that Santana didn't want to know about.
She runs her hand through her hair, looking around the small area, not finding any sign of the girl. There were blondes, but none of them were the blonde she was searching for. She bit her bottom lip, before turning around and making her way outside back to her booth.
Maybe I'll find her another time.
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Her day off and Santana is at the club, feeling the crowd of people against her as she dances with no one in particular. She has several regulars that notice who she is and end up dancing up to her, grinding their backsides into her crotch—nothing new. She holds a brunette by her hips as they rock back and forth to the music. The girl holds her around the neck with one arm as Santana leans forward, placing her hands higher up on her waist.
She feels the heat building up and the sweat forming on her body as she continues this for the next hour, when she feels eyes—familiar eyes on her. She looks up and sees the blonde from the other night, dancing by herself again. Her eyes have narrowed the same way as they were before and that hidden grin has been placed on her lips.
Santana's mouth gaps and she feels her whole body halt and she removes her hands from the brunette she was dancing with to walk over to the blonde. This time, the girl stays and Santana finally makes her way over to her, pushing through the crowd as the girl continues to dance almost for her and only her.
She finally stands in front of her and the girl turns around so she's no longer facing Santana. She walks closer, pulling her closer by her hips and feels the girl dance up against her and it feels so right with her grinding up against her as she moves her hands down her covered thighs, giving them a squeeze. The blonde arches her head back to lean against the crook of Santana's neck, giving Santana the chance to nuzzle her nose into the soft damp skin. Regardless of the sweat, she still smells sweet—like lemons. It's unique and Santana could feel herself getting drunk of it.
She forces her hips forward into the girl's backside, enticing a small moan from her—even if it is loud, Santana heard it. She runs her fingertips under the girl's shirt and along her taunt abs, licking a trail from her neck up behind her ear. She can hear the breathing of the girl becoming irregular and she knows she has her exactly where she wants her.
"Quinn," the girl turns to her. Her eyes are a deep hazel, but they had a dark look in them. "My name is Quinn," she repeats and Santana smiles seductively and takes her hand to guide her out of the club.
As they walk out of the club, Quinn takes the lead and pulls Santana with her, holding a smirk on her lips as her heels click on the sidewalk. She turns into an alley and pushes Santana against the brick wall. Santana hisses, but it's covered by Quinn's lips over hers, pulling desperately at her shirt, only to rip it apart letting the buttons fly haphazardly. She runs her hands up and down Santana's body, over her covered breasts.
Quinn pulls the cups down and takes Santana's left nipple into her mouth, running her tongue along the nub as she cups the right in her left hand. Santana's body jerks up at the sensation, pulling Quinn closer to her, earning a bite causing her to scream out.
"Oh God," she breaths out and pulls Quinn back up to her face, flipping them around to lift Quinn up on the wall, pushing forward into the bricks forcefully. Quinn groans as she sucks on Santana's bottom lip, grinding her hips into Santana's to release some friction from her core.
Santana runs her hands up her thighs, wrapping her legs firmly around her waist. She holds her firmly to the wall as she unbuttons her pants and unzips them, pulling hard on the fabric down her legs just enough to not completely remove them. Quinn wraps her arms around Santana's neck as Santana trails her hands around her back, ripping the material of her shirt to pull it off. Quinn gasps and Santana laughs huskily.
"A shirt for a shirt," she mumbles as Quinn breaths out a laugh, tossing the material into the nearby dumpster. Santana immediately unclasps her bra and pulls away just enough to remove it and place it in her back pants pocket.
Santana instantly attaches to Quinn's right breast, cupping the left. She sucks on the nipple, making it more taunt as Quinn runs her hips into Santana's again, more forcefully, letting out a guttural moan in the process.
"Tana," she groans. "Please," she breaths out, begging for more. Santana pulls away, breathing heavily as loose hairs stick to her forehead.
"Santana," she tells her and Quinn looks down to meet her dark brown pools. "My name is Santana," she adds and Quinn smiles, capturing her lips with her own.
"I like that so much better," she says into the kiss, forcing a chuckle out of Santana as she trails her fingertips down her abdomen and into her pants.
"Yeah, but Santana was taken already," she replies and Quinn giggles, then moans out as Santana runs her finger through her slick folds. She runs circles around the firm nub as Quinn bites her bottom lip, pushing her hips forward into her movements.
"Santana," she whimpers and Santana finds herself so much more aroused hearing Quinn say her full name and not her DJ name. She adds her digits inside the blonde and instantly is met with a satisfied groan. She pumps them hard and pushes herself forward to add more pressure.
"Fuck," Quinn breaths out, biting down on Santana's exposed collarbone. Santana hisses as Quinn unbuttons Santana's pants, tugging at them to push them down past her butt. Quinn grabs her butt and Santana moans out as she clutches on it tighter. Quinn pushes her own set of fingers into Santana's throbbing center—has been since they met that other night. Santana moans out as she begins to move her hips for her own sake now.
"Uh…Quinn, shit," she moans and she soon finds Quinn's wall clenching around her fingers. She begins to pump harder and faster as Quinn finds herself picking up the same speed for Santana. Quinn begins to run her thumb over Santana's clit and it's just enough to push her closer to the edge as Santana thrust one final time into Quinn to force her to come hard. She watches Quinn's face scrunch up in pleasure and it forces her to suffer the same fate.
She pushes herself forward to keep Quinn up against the wall as her knees feel like jelly beneath her. Their clutching on each other to keep the other up and balanced as their breathing continues to remain fast paced.
Their hearts are racing and Quinn finally leans her head back against the wall. "Oh my God," she finally says, gulping at the sensation she just felt.
Santana looks up and finally sees Quinn looking down at her. She finally could take in her eyes and her features—she's breathtaking, literally.
"You're beautiful," she says subconsciously. She didn't meant to say it out loud, but she didn't regret saying it after it slipped from her lips.
Quinn's eyes are narrowed in ecstasy, before she looks down and licks her lips to hide the blush from creeping up her cheeks. Santana releases her from the wall and her waist, pulling her bra out of her back pocket to hand it back to her. Quinn laughs at the gesture, before pulling Santana's back over her breasts, which Santana chuckles back.
"What am I going to do? You ruined my shirt," Quinn says, gesturing to the dumpster and Santana captures her bottom lip in between her teeth, before pulling hers off and giving it to her. "What about you?" She gestures, wrapping it around her body to hide that it had no buttons anymore.
Santana shrugged, beginning to strut away slowly, leaving the blonde baffled. Santana is halfway out of the alley and turns around to beckon for her with her finger, leaving Quinn to smirk and walk after her.
Day 2 will come tomorrow, which will be Pink Haired Skanks!Quinn vs. HBIC Head Cheerio!Santana. I'll post it after work so don't fret it will be up. So let me know what you guys thought.