I want to thank everyone for all the reviews and follows with my first naughty fic :) I'm not sure how many chapters this will end up being, but I made sure to leave it open so I could always do more if people continue to like them.
Quinn wasn't sure where to begin as she casually walked over to her desk chair to take a seat.
"So, to what do I owe this unexplained visit?" Santana was looking over at her with an extra cocky grin and didn't answer. "What?"
"Are you afraid to sit by me or something?" Yeah, she was definitely a little too overconfident and although Quinn wanted nothing more than to pounce and devour every inch of the sexy Latina as her eyes found their way moving up her legs and under her skirt, she didn't want Santana to think all the cards were in her hands.
"Wow, a little over eager to get me close to you huh? First you show up at my door, again uninvited, and now you give me shit for not sitting next to you. Looks like you got things backwards." Santana eyed her sharply as she sat up and Quinn did her best to mask her disappointed that her view up Santana's legs was no longer there.
"Do you want me to go?"
"How about you just tell me why you're here?" Quinn snapped back trying to stay in control. Santana's face softened, however Quinn remained sharp as she crossed her arms.
"Our building in the city is being fumigated and since I can't out, nor want to hang out at NYADA all day with two Queens of New York, I thought I'd take a trip up here and surprise you."
"So, let me get this straight, instead of just killing time in the greatest city in the world, you took a two-hour train ride up here to see me?" Quinn replied with and even bigger smirk than the one Santana showed her when she first arrived, but now Santana's entire demeanor changed.
"You know, I'll just go." Shit, Quinn thought, she had taken it too far. Santana always made herself out to be this strong, confident, indestructible bitch, but anyone who really knew her, knew she was a lot more sensitive than most people.
As Santana stood up from the bed to grab her purse, Quinn quickly reached out and seized her arm.
"Wait, Santana don't be silly, there's no way I'm letting you take a two-hour train ride back to the city after you just arrived, I was only giving you shit." Santana straightened up in front of her, their noses nearly touching. Quinn swore Santana was staring straight through her, sensing how badly Quinn wanted her to stay and smiled.
"Ok, but I'm expecting some better hospitality from her on out." Quinn couldn't help, but smile and nod at her request.
"Well, I already had dinner, but if you're hungry I'll be more than happy to step out and get something with you."
"Possibly," Santana replied sitting back down on the bed, crossing her legs, and catching Quinn as she tried to nonchalantly gawk down at her smooth tan legs again. Santana sat back and adjusted her hair. "Are you sure you're not hungry Q, cause I swear I can make out some drool running down your chin from here?" Of course, it didn't take long for Santana to get back to her egotistical self, but Quinn knew that no matter how calm and cocky she was acting, Santana was here for her. That like Quinn, she couldn't get their night together out of her head and was yearning for more. However, this was her dorm, her territory, if Santana wanted her; she was the one that was going to plead for it, not her.
Quinn walked over to the bed, making sure to lean over Santana just the right way so that Santana could sneak a peek down her shirt as she adjusted her pillows. As Quinn stood back up she didn't even have to glance down to feel that Santana's eyes were all over her, filling her up with an instant rush, but she remained composed. Quinn made sure she had an extra swish to her walk as she went back across the room to grab her purse.
"You hungry or what?" She looked back at Santana who was taken back, yet tried to hide it. Santana snagged her purse and headed for the door that Quinn held open for her, making sure not to give her much room as she passed so that they would brush up against one another. Quinn, still somehow managed to keep herself together, but she swore she heard Santana struggle for breath as she passed; looks like she wasn't as confident as she made herself out to be either.
They both walked throughout the campus their normal, snappy selves, recalling some of he ridiculous things that happened at Mr. Schue's runaway wedding and Quinn had to slap Santana's arm a number of times for her continuous jokes about the Nazi Ivy Leaguers, looking more like possessed cult members than students. They stopped by the local sub shop and grabbed something quick to eat since it was already late, then made their way back to the dorm.
"So, how long am I going to be graced with your presence?" Quinn asked as they approached her door.
"That depends," Santana answered softly.
"Depends on what?"
"On whether I'm in the way or not. I wasn't sure what your schedule was like, so if you're too busy, I'll just leave tomorrow, however, I did bring enough clothes for an additional day." Well there it was, her window of opportunity to take full control, but somehow Santana still appeared to have the upper hand, and Quinn didn't want to give in just yet.
"I guess we'll play it by ear, I only have two classes tomorrow, but Yale's workload is a lot crazier than I ever imagined."
"Ok," Santana walked through the door as Quinn unintentionally held it open for her. They sat up talking for a while on opposite sides of the room before getting ready for bed and Quinn was becoming restless. The last twenty-four hours were incredible, she had all these clear flashes of their night together, and it helped her sleep through the night and get through the day with the largest grin on her face, yet here she was the remarkably sexy Latina who got her off in more ways than she ever thought was possible and they wouldn't even sit next to one another.
When Santana walked out of the bathroom she was wearing a cute, pink-striped cheekies and a tank top that exposed her smooth, flat stomach. Again, Quinn found herself staring, but was lucky enough to snap out of it before Santana caught her, this time. She stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and quickly starting to throw water on her face. What was wrong with them? She knew that although Santana would never admit it that they both wanted the other badly, yet neither one of them would make the first move. There had to be more going on than just the fight to be the dominate one, they were both nervous, but why, it is just sex. Right? Quinn shook her head as she thought it could be something more, but she definitely wasn't ready to go down that road at the moment.
When Quinn stepped out of the bathroom Santana was over in her bed trying to get situated and when she looked up she caught Quinn with a deer in head light expression.
"Please don't tell me, you want me to sleep on the floor." Quinn shook her head, quickly snapping out of her daze.
"Of course not, it's a full bed, we could both easily fit."
Quinn went to take a step forward, but found that each step she took she started to get more and more nervous. This is ridiculous, the alcohol couldn't have been the only reason why they were both so animalistic in the hotel room, because they kept going the next morning in the shower. Although, when you wake up naked, wrapped up in one another's arms, how far did they have to go, really? She carefully slipped into the bed, not feeling anymore at ease, as she turned away from Santana and curled up in a ball.
"Goodnight."
"Night," Santana responded not hiding her disappointment.
What the hell am I doing? This was her chance for another miraculous night with Santana and she turned her back on it. This battle for power was bullshit, but just as she was bout to fold, she found out that Santana couldn't take it anymore either and began graze up and down Quinn's thigh with her fingers. Every nervous twitch she was having quickly melted away and without even caring what Santana's response might be, Quinn reached over and grabbed Santana's hand, together moving their hands up and down her body, finally moving her hand it in-between her legs. Santana let out a satisfying laugh as she moved her body tight against Quinn's. Although she wanted Santana badly she wanted Santana to work a little bit for what she wanted and as fast as she moved her hand in between her legs, she quickly closed them. Again, Santana laughed as she moved her hand up to Quinn's breast, slowly massaging over one before moving over to another; with each grasp her breath began to pick up, tickling all the way down Quinn's spin.
The biggest difference between now and after Mr. Schue's disastrous wedding other then this no longer being a one-night stand, was that every breath, every touch, and every jerk was more vibrant and clear. She took in Santana's soft touch more as she closed her eyes, but once she realized how much more intense everything was, she longed to taste her Latina friend.
Quinn rolled over and without difficulty found Santana's mouth. Santana inched up more and grabbed Quinn's face to pull her deeper into their kiss, their tongues pace moving rapidly trying to make up for the hours they spent apart. Every part of her that was nervous now seemed so distant and her urge for control pushed Santana down on the bed, rolling on top of her, grasping at every part of her body. She found Santana's hands and placed them behind her, but kept their fingers interlocked, still not getting enough of Santana's mouth meshing perfectly with hers.
"I want you," Quinn let out as she pulled away for some air, once again, not caring if she relinquished some of her power. Santana smiled, but like the way she did in the hotel a few nights ago, admiringly genuine. Quinn sat back for a moment, but only so they could both remove their clothes as if they were on fire, both taking a brief moment to gaze at the others naked body before madly going for each other again.
Santana went to push Quinn down on the bed, but Quinn had other plans and lowered Santana down on the bed instead.
"Wow, you weren't kidding, I guess there's a little gay in you after all." Quinn smirked before she leaned down and slowly licked Santana's neck with the tip of her tongue, tasting a mixture of sweet and saltiness, she bit down to savor ever bit of Santana's skin, never getting of her. She moved over to find Santana's mouth again, still finding it hard for her to leave. Their kisses were always in the same rhythm, whether slow or fast, Quinn loved the way Santana's satin tongue felt as it glided with hers, and with each new movement she became more and more aroused.
Needing more of the luscious Latina, Quinn began to move her way down Santana's body trying to kiss every part of her in the process. Santana's eyes followed hers with amazement, unable to keep her mouth from falling open as she watched. Quinn wasted no time and as soon as her tongue found what is was craving, dived in. She did her best to try to tease Santana at first, but found it difficult with each encouraging moan she received. She reached up to caress her breast and tease her tits, somehow managing to circle both at the same time with her fingers, but didn't stay there too long, so she could focus more on her lower regions. Quinn kissed up her inner thigh before moving her head to the side so she could watch as she inserted her fingers one at a time amazed how soaked Santana was, easily sticking in two, then three fingers as she went back down to rattle her clit with her tongue.
Santana's body was more uncontrollable this time as the passion inside her continued to grow, but Quinn stayed with her every movement as she begged and pleaded for more. The hold on Quinn's fingers felt more intense as Santana came to her climax, her screams continuing to grow with each new release. Pleased with herself, Quinn slowly exited and began to gently nuzzle Santana's inner thigh, but Santana was so sensitive she jerked the instant Quinn's lips touched her and Quinn snaked her way up to her fully satisfied friend, grinning.
"Feels like I'm getting better at this." Santana tried to laugh, but was still unable to catch her breath. Quinn gave her a quick kiss, not wanting to rob her of any more oxygen and fell down beside her, running her finger back and forth just under her breast.
After another minute passed by and Santana flopped her head over grinning at Quinn.
"Wow, so where on earth did you learn how to do that so well?" Quinn's smirk reflected Santana's as she inched her face closer to hers.
"This incredibly sexy Latina I met a few days ago took me under her wing and showed me a new trick or two." Santana chuckled softly.
"Q, I might be breathing like this all night."
"Good, that means I did my job right." Quinn replied crawling back on top of her, carefully inserting her tongue, making sure Santana could still get some air. Santana threw her arms around Quinn to pull her closer, slowly rolling Quinn over, but when she pulled up to start to go down, Quinn refused to let Santana leave her mouth. Instead, she guided Santana's hand in between her legs, helping her go inside. Their eyes open simultaneously, both showing how much the other craved the other. Santana kept moving inside Quinn, using her body to give her a little boast, but after doing what she did to Santana, Quinn knew it wasn't going to take much for her to peek. Her tongue was becoming impossible to control and as Santana left her mouth Quinn released her excitement. Quinn trickled her fingers up and down Santana's back as she came back down.
As Santana moved over Quinn slid her near hand through hers.
"You know, it would have been a lot easier if you said this is what you wanted as soon as you showed up at me door." Santana laughed
"And seem like some needy, horny, stalker bitch, not my style Q."
After another minute they were both back at one another. Like the beginning of an addiction, they craved and couldn't get enough of their new drug of choice. Quinn had no idea what all of this meant, and to be honest, she hadn't really thought about it to be more than what is was, and at the moment, she didn't care to over thinks things. She had Santana in her bed, and she was going to make it last for as long as she could.
