A/N: Sorry for the unannounced hiatus again. I swear I have been writing everyday - slowly. No worries, updates will come soon for both Fix A Heart and YMH&YMH as well. Thank you so much for the response on this story - truly was not expecting the sudden support, but I appreciate it so much! Sorry if this chapter doesn't live up to everyone's expectations... Some fluff and mostly smut. Enjoy! R&R
Santana pulled up to her driveway, immediately spotting a pink head on the stoop of her house, smoking a cigarette. She hopped out of her car rather quickly, and didn't even bother to grab her gym bag. Instead, she clicked a button on her keys that made her car beep twice and power walked towards the former blonde, immediately snatching the cigarette from her lips and throwing onto the cement and stomping on it furiously as she ground her foot onto the ground for emphasis.
Quinn stood up infuriated and stepped down from the stoop, "What the hell, Santa-"
But her angry words were interrupted by full lips crashing into hers hungrily and angrily. Santana pulled away, but still held the back of Quinn's neck, their bodies still flush against each other.
"You taste like a fucking ashtray and that's unacceptable."
Quinn gritted her teeth in frustration and rolled her eyes, "You'll learn to like it," and without warning, Quinn gained power and pushed Santana's back against her garage door, her hands on her waist as she pulled in closer for a kiss full of fervor. Quinn's tongue peeked out, seeking access into Santana's mouth and Santana let out a little moan before she gladly entangled her tongue with Quinn's.
"Shit," Santana gasped as she pushed Quinn away from her lips, "Damn it Fabray, in broad daylight in my neighborhood," she shoved Quinn off of her as she dusted off her Cheerios uniform, as if it would erase anyone's memory who might've seen. She walked away from Quinn towards her front door, knowing Quinn would follow.
"You started it," Quinn husked into Santana's ear from behind, putting her hand in between Santana's legs as Santana tried to unlock her front door.
"Quinn!" Santana turned around and swatted Quinn's hand away at the same time.
"Someone's a little damp for me," Quinn smirked as she held up two fingers to her lips and kissed them innocently.
"Fuck you," Santana replied flatly as she turned her back away from Quinn again and finally opened the door.
"Please do," Quinn growled as she rushed Santana inside, grabbed her by the waist and began kissing her furiously all over again, while kicking the door closed.
Santana responded quickly, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck, kissing back with an intensity she only knew with Quinn. In no time at all, Quinn grabbed Santana by the back of her thighs, making Santana hop onto her and wrap her legs around Quinn as she led them both to Santana's room. It was routine dance that both girls knew by now - sometimes the positions were swapped or the homes would be - but they knew this choreography better than any dance number in Glee club or even any Cheerios routine.
Quinn quickly found Santana's bed as she slammed her down, their kiss still fully intact, not even breaking away for a breathe of air. Before Santana knew it, Quinn was pulling off her t-shirt and pulling it over her head, breaking the kiss. Santana laid wide eyed, absent-mindedly scratching at Quinn's now bare abs, tracing her nails lower to the button of Quinn's tight black leather pants. Santana wasted no time and immediately unbuttoned the pants without asking and undid the zipper to find a surprise for her - no underwear. Santana smirked at the nothingness there.
"All too eager, I see," Santana bit her lip as she slowly traced a finger on the bare, seemingly newly shaven skin.
Quinn rolled her eyes as she quickly discarded the pants, only clad in her black laced bra now, but straddling Santana again, "It's hard to put those pants on with underwear, don't flatter yourself."
Quinn quickly dove down to lavish Santana's neck when suddenly their positions changed. Santana flipped them over, but she was still between Quinn's legs, which was now bare for Santana to see the pure wetness that was present.
"Quinn!" Santana scolded, "Now I have to take my fucking uniform to the cleaners tonight," noticing the wet spot the now pink-headed girl had left on her skirt.
Quinn held a wicked smile, biting her bottom lip at Santana's fury, "Oh please, Lopez, don't be such a baby. Your aunts at the cleaners will have your uniform clean in no time."
Santana cursed in Spanish, something Quinn couldn't even comprehend and in more confusion, she found the pissed off Latina ripping her black laced bra right down the middle. Quinn's eyes widened in shock and in fury.
"SANTANA, YOU FUCKING BI -" her yelling was muffled by Santana's full lips, hungry for the angry skank under her, but this is where the push and pull usually started. Quinn began to squirm and tried to push Santana off and scream at her for ripping her fifty dollar Victoria Secret bra, but all was heard were muffled sounds, "San-mmm-I'mgonna-mmm-stooo-mmm," as Santana skillfully slipped her ripped bra off and threw it in some random direction.
And Quinn was defenseless as Santana was now on top, holding Quinn's wrists in a vice grip against the bed over her head. Once Santana felt Quinn melt away into the sultry, wet, hot kiss, Santana released one of Quinn's wrists to run her fingers down Quinn's bare chest, feeling the girl under her shiver. She smirked as she realized the power her touch still had over Quinn, despite the many times they had done this.
With her now free hand, Quinn pushed Santana off by her chest breaking the breathless kiss, "Stop smirking," Quinn held a playful glare, "Clothes off."
There was a carnal look in Santana's eyes and Quinn knew this look all too well. She was definitely going to need a wheelchair after this. Santana crawled off of Quinn, standing in front of the bed, stripping off her Cheerios uniform and then her spanks and bra and then she let her long luscious raven black hair down, cascading over her body. Quinn laid on the bed, licking her lips as she admired the tan body before her, waiting to be topped, but Santana just stood there, staring at her nails, seemingly all of a sudden uninterested.
Quinn looked at her, aggravated, "If you don't want to fuck, why'd you break my fucking bra," Quinn rested on the back of her elbows, glaring at Santana - not so playfully this time.
"Oh please," Santana sneered, "you don't need a bra for those mosquito bites."
"Fine, fuck you and your fake tits. I'm out of here."
As Quinn tried to get up all the way, she felt a pointed finger push her back down on the bed and quickly felt Santana's naked, hot body cover hers.
"Yea, that's right, you're going to fuck me and my fake tits," Santana straddled the angry girl and wrapped her mouth around hers, making the girl squirm again. But Santana liked it like this - the friction was a lot better for the both of them this way as Santana thrusted and their centers collided, creating hot, wanted contact.
"Mmmph," the back Quinn's throat betrayed her as she moaned into Santana's mouth, which she now felt smiling slyly against her lips. Quinn struggled against Santana's hot skin and full lips, but the struggle only made her center throb more with want. Quinn's fingers found their way entangled with Santana's hair and yanked at it as their tongues were busy entwining with each other. The yank allowed a moan to escape Santana's mouth and now Quinn was smirking against the kiss. This tug-of-war was always their favorite game to play. It was a weird foreplay that neither of the girls experienced with anyone else.
Santana finally pulled away from the kiss, but placed her attention to the rest of Quinn's body. As she placed hot kisses down her neck she murmured against Quinn's hot, pale skin in between kisses, "I'm going," kiss kiss, "to wipe that smile," kiss kiss, "off of your face," and at this point, Santana reached Quinn's breasts and stuck her tongue out, dragging a wet trail down to Quinn's already harden nipple. She sucked it with her talented mouth and let her tongue swirl around a couple of times.
"Ugghhnn!" Quinn's loud moans were incoherent as her body thrashed about and her hands tugged harder on Santana's hair.
Santana let go of Quinn's nipple with a pop and moved on to the next. This time, in addition to the sucking and the tongue patterns, Santana added some light biting. At this point, Quinn's breathing patterns were out the window and she was gasping for air while animalistic sounds that neither she or Santana knew she was capable of making came out.
"San, please!" Quinn managed to breathe out.
She was begging - Santana was winning and this was the best part of sleeping with Quinn. The sound of Quinn begging and losing all control made Santana so wet, it was practically dripping down her inner thighs. Santana wasted no time in placing herself between Quinn's legs. Since Quinn's bucking hips and pleading lungs were making her extra hot and bothered, Santana needed to work fast so it could be her turn on her back soon.
Santana wasted no time in attaching her lips to Quinn's wet center and slithering her tongue up and down the entire length of her slit. She swirled her tongue on Quinn's bundle of nerves and applied hard pressure on it to feel Quinn buck more. She held Quinn's hips in place, her red nails scratching at bare flesh, leaving angry red marks - marks of territory.
"Ugghhnn - fuck," Quinn was heaving for air, "Shit shit shit don't stop!"
Quinn's entangled fingers pulled Santana's wild mane wanting the brunette closer to her (if that were possible). She squirmed and thrashed about, losing all control feeling close to her climax. As much as Santana wanted to drag this out more, she could no longer ignore her own throbbing between her legs. She flattened her tongue and applied harder pressure on Quinn's center.
"OH GOD!" Quinn's back was arching as her head dug into the pillow beneath her and her hands clawed harder into Santana's scalp.
Santana smirked at the sound, the movements and the pain she was feeling on her scalp. She dipped her tongue into Quinn's sopping wet entrance and began a quick pace - in and out. She could feel Quinn wrap around her muscle and she knew she was close. Quinn's eyes were rolling to the back of her head now - at this point she was so gone that it looked as if Santana was performing an exorcism on the girl. Santana dipped her tongue inside of her a few more times before entirely pulling out and latching her entire mouth onto Quinn's clit sucking at it, feeling Quinn's entire body go rigid and stayed frozen for about a whole minute, yanking her hardest at Santana's hair.
"FUCK, SANTANA!"
Once Santana felt Quinn's body slowly relax and soften and she felt the reigns on her hair loosen, she let go of Quinn and kissed her inner thighs softly.
Letting go of Santana's hair, Quinn ran her hands through her pink hair as her breathing was still uneven.
"Shit," she breathed out.
Santana was now next to her, kissing her shoulder, moving up to her neck and eventually her ear. Quinn smiled at the contact as her body came down from her high, her body finally relaxing and easing into the bed. She turned to face Santana, interrupting the brunette's nibble on her ear and kissed her softly before the kiss began heating up with tongues clashing and their breathing uneven again. Quinn bit Santana's bottom lip and separated from the kiss, dragging it with the distance between them. She let go and smiled at the brunette.
"Get on my face. Now." Quinn prompted plainly.
It didn't take long for Santana to shuffle and bring her body up and straddle Quinn's face. Quinn licked her lips unconsciously, looking at Santana's readiness for her and hurriedly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down to her wet mouth, meeting Santana's wet hot center. Quinn didn't have to do much to make Santana come undone; the Latina was grinding her face and using the headboard as support to not collapse.
"Oh fuck," Santana whined.
All it took was a few minutes, and with the combination of Quinn's voice vibrating through her walls, and her sucking and licking in all the right places, Santana was losing it, hovering over Quinn, clutching onto the bed's headboard for dear life. She threw her head back, her body went rigid, and she clawed at the wood, chipping some of it off of the headboard.
"Shit," Santana panted, finally getting air into her lungs.
Once her body and nerves calmed down, Santana laid her body on top of Quinn's again, kissing her, tasting herself on Quinn's lips and tongue. She smiled into the kiss and this time it wasn't a smirk because she was on top. It was a genuine smile because she was enjoying their flesh against flesh, and their lips against lips. Santana enjoys kissing Quinn. It's even possibly the truth that Santana actually loves having sex with Quinn. It's rough, passionate, messy and hot. It's so many things balled into one that it always makes her forget about Brittany - forget about the pain she's holding, the secrets she's hiding, and the person she's not ready to be yet.
Soon (of course) Santana gets tired of kissing. She wants more contact, more power - she wants Quinn in a wheelchair. So she separates herself from Quinn and Quinn gripes at the loss of contact. But in no time, Santana has Quinn on all fours and she's actually enjoying it, excited to feel how Santana is going to make her body crumble into pieces this time. She whimpers as Santana licks her through her folds and fondles her with her tongue, exploring her as if she's never done it before.
Santana could make this quick, knowing all of Quinn's hotspots, but she wants Quinn screaming, her body shivering and her toes curling. After delving her tongue into Quinn's pink hot core, she sticks two fingers into her mouth, then tracing them from Quinn's clit, circling there at first and then dragging them into her center. Quinn squeals with pleasure, burying her face into the sheets. Santana is now behind Quinn, thrusting with each time she moves her fingers in and out of Quinn.
"Oh God," Quinn's cries are muffled, screaming into the bed.
Santana, still thrusting and moving in and out of Quinn, pulls her by the hair, letting the pink-headed skank breathe, "I want to hear you when you scream my name," Santana husks.
Santana leans down and bites down hard at the flesh on Quinn's shoulder, while speeding up her fingers, feeling the excess amount of wetness Quinn is producing.
"Oh my - shit, San!" Quinn gulps, gasping for air, her body arching and backing up into Santana.
Santana knows Quinn is close, she can feel her walls react to the friction she's causing inside of Quinn. She uses her free hand to grip onto Quinn's shoulder, adds a third finger and begins to hammer into Quinn even faster. The sounds of their wet bodies slapping against each other and their lungs searching for air echoes in Santana's room.
Quinn's eyes are shut tight and all of a sudden she's feeling a sensory overload. A chilling heat washes over her body. It starts in her face at first, and then slides down her spine as it dances in her ribs, creating a butterfly effect in her stomach, shooting down her legs and her toes curling as she grits her teeth and screams through them.
"YES, SANTANA, GOD!"
One last thrust against the back of her hand, Santana soon follows tumbling into her orgasm as well, her body stiffening up and their bodies frozen in that position for a few seconds, feeling like endless moments.
As Quinn came down from her high, Santana planted well placed kisses down her spine before pulling her skilled fingers out of her and collapsing onto her back. Once Quinn's sporadic breathing slowed down, Quinn collapsed on her back next to Santana as well. They both stared up at the blank white ceiling, while only the noise that filled the room were the girls trying to catch their breaths as their bare chests heaved up and down, desperate for oxygen.
"You saw Brittany today? Quinn asked, her breathing still a little unsteady.
"Yep."
"Ponytail askew?"
"Yep."
"Sitting on Artie's lap?
"Yep."
"Got it."
And there it was - the simplicity part of their... relationship. No complications, no need to explain things. Quinn accepted things as they were - Quinn understood. And after having these rendezvous on more than 20 occasions now, Quinn knew Santana to be more aggressive in bed when fueled by the green monster in her for Brittany.
"Santana?" Quinn broke the short comfortable silence.
"Yea?" Santana was still trying to catch up with her lungs.
"I can't move."
And after a split second, laughter from both girls echoed through the empty house.
"Quinn?"
"Yea?"
"Run as my vice-president?"
Quinn scoffed, "Why would I be your vice-president?"
"No more mind blowing sex," Santana threatened.
"Don't flatter yourself," Quinn could only give a sideways glare with her eyes because she couldn't move her neck.
"You just said you couldn't move," Santana replied plainly.
"Touchè."
"So, be my vice?"
"Is this for Brittany?"
"No," Santana responded sheepishly.
"Whipped," Quinn teased.
"Fuck you."
"Already did."
"So is that a yes?" Santana sounded hopeful.
Quinn sighed, "Fine, whatever."
Santana went out to run a few errands, leaving a very tired and naked Quinn in her bed. When she came back after a few hours, she was shocked to still find the former blonde still stark naked in her bed, passed out. If it was anyone else, Santana would've given him/her a rude awakening and would've kicked them out with the intent of never seeing that person ever again. But this was Quinn - her best frenemy, her Cheerios co-captain, fellow (ashamed to admit it) gleek, soon to be vice president, the only person who calls her out on her bullshit and the only person to dare challenge her - and of course providing the best sex Santana has ever had is an added bonus.
Santana let out a soft sigh as she contemplated on why in the world of all people she allowed Quinn Fabray, who constantly got under her skin, to stay under her sheets. But feelings were never Santana's forte so she does what she always does and places any concerns she has about feelings to the back of her head.
Instead, she reacts on her instinct and crawls on her bed, still in her skin hugging jeans and black tank top. She finds Quinn sleeping on her stomach, the sheets and comforter only wrapped around the bottom half of her body, leaving her entire back exposed. Quinn is a stomach sleeper - always has been. Santana straddles Quinn's tight, round (not to mention: naked) ass and feels the girl under her stir in her sleep a little. A small smile forms on Santana's lips as she begins to rub Quinn's bare back and the girl squirms a little more, making noises in her sleep. Santana begins to massage Quinn's shoulder blades, which seem to be extra tense and as she kneads through the tense muscle, she feels Quinn melt under her.
"Mmm," Quinn hums in her sleep.
Santana takes this as a green light and begins to kiss Quinn's soft milky skin on her back. She gets to Quinn's neck and nibbles on her skin occasionally, mixed in with kisses.
Quinn giggles lightly, but Santana notices her eyes are still closed, "Puck," Quinn is smiling in her sleep.
"Ew, Puck?" Santana thinks silently to herself, but still continues to kiss Quinn's soft exposed skin, "As if ferret head could make you moan the way I do," Santana began kissing Quinn's shoulder and bit down on the flesh a little hard (knowing how Quinn likes it) followed by a soft sucking, probably leaving a bruise. Quinn moaned at the contact, and Santana smirked, "Stupid fucking boys," she added as an afterthought.
"Puck," Quinn dreamily breathes.
Santana rolled her eyes in response and stops kissing Quinn, but returns her focus on Quinn's back. She begins to alternate from massaging Quinn's back to softly scratching lazy patterns on her skin.
"I wish we could make another baby."
Santana quirked an eyebrow and stared at Quinn's sleeping face questionably.
"Or get Beth back," Quinn shifts a little on the bed, "I miss Beth."
Santana frowns and for a moment is sad for Quinn. All of junior year Quinn acted like none of it ever happened - like Beth was never real. And she was lonely because of it - always seeking love in the wrong places to replace the longing she had to feel whole again. Puck, Sam and Finn. All dead ends. And so what did Quinn do? Well, because she wasn't so "into that" the first time around she got a haircut. Then she got into it - well more like into Santana and still she felt a need for a new identity. Quinn still didn't feel whole - still needed a void to fill with love. Santana crawled off of Quinn, with an idea in her head and went downstairs to her laptop to see if she could make any connections or arrangements - gears spinning in her mind.
Quinn woke up feeling rather sore as she stretched and yawned in a surprisingly empty bed. She looked around the moonlit room, but no Santana. She sighed and stretched some more, her back feeling a little loose and relaxed for some reason. She quickly had a hot shower in Santana's bathroom and unashamedly went through her drawers to borrow some Victoria Secret boy shorts and a large t-shirt. It was sort of becoming a routine now to spend the night unexpectedly without having to be asked - both girls just held a certain comfort with each other. Besides, it's not like Santana would be shy to kick Quinn out if she really wanted to.
Quinn made her way downstairs with a cigarette in her ear and found a sleeping Latina curled up on the couch with her laptop in front of her. She smiled at the girl at peace and quietly snuck out the front door to smoke. As Quinn took silent puffs, she found herself at peace, letting the nicotine and tobacco soothe her nerves and the chaos always blowing up her mind. She sighed, thinking about Santana and how she had a war bombing her brain too. They were both fucked up and maybe that's why they enjoyed fucking each other so much. Quinn stopped trying to understand it or define what she was - what they were together and was grateful that Santana had the same habits. Once she finished her cigarette, she put it out and flicked somewhere onto the front yard. Quinn made her way back into the house, quietly shutting the door behind her. She slowly tip-toed to Santana, closed her laptop put it on the coffee table and replaced it, sitting next to Santana's sleeping body. She ran her fingers through her soft dark hair, causing the other girl to stir a little bit. Quinn kissed temple and held their proximity.
"Wake up sleepy-head," Quinn kissed her temple again.
"You smell like an ashtray!" Santana whined sleepily.
Quinn rolled her eyes and sat up, waiting for the brunette to wake up and be a little less cranky.
Santana finally opened her eyes, "I hate it when you smoke."
"I only just started."
"I hate it," Santana replied pointedly.
"Tough shit."
Santana rolled her eyes. She had a plan and she knew she would get her virginal as ever old Quinn back. She sat up and made it so she was sitting behind Quinn, with Quinn between her legs. Santana rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist.
"I have a surprise for you, vice-president."
Quinn smirked and turned her head to graze their noses, "Does it vibrate?"
"Pervert."
"Says the one cupping my right boob."
Santana smiled and gave her a light peck on the lips, "Oops."
Quinn looked at her questioningly, "What's my surprise?"
"It's coming on Monday," Santana smiled, "and you have to come to school to see it."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Do I have to be in class to see it?"
"Yes."
"I don't want my surprise."
"Quinn! You can't run for class vice-president if you never come to class," Santana complained.
"Fine," Quinn conceded.
"Get rid of the nose ring before then too," Santana added.
"No!"
"Fine, dye your hair back to blonde. I bought the peroxide earlier," Santana tried to bargain.
"No, Santana! I already agreed to run for this stupid campaign, there were no requests to change myself physically."
"Quinn, no one is going to vote for you, looking how you look now."
"You would."
Santana rolled her eyes and thought about it, "That's not the point."
Quinn smirked triumphantly, "I'm not changing a thing. That wasn't in the deal."
"You could've at least gotten a tongue ring instead. At least we could've made use of that."
"So if I traded my nose piercing for a tongue piercing would that make you happier?" Quinn purred, kissing Santana's neck, brushing her tongue along the tan skin.
Santana's breath hitched and moaned a little, "No! No tongue piercing," snapping back to her thoughts.
Quinn pulled away and got up, "Fine, suit yourself," she shrugged, "Can we order Chinese?" Quinn asked as she made her way to the kitchen, "I'm starved."
Santana sighed at the change of subject, "Yea, I think my parents will be out late again."
"Don't forget my potstickers!" Quinn yelled out browsing the fridge for some sort of snack.
Santana rolled her eyes as she picked up her phone, "Wouldn't dream of it," she replied sarcastically.
Before unlocking her phone, Santana noticed she had an unread email. She quickly swiped her phone and opened the message. She smiled as she read it, knowing that the blonde Quinn she wanted back for their campaign would make an appearance soon, meaning she was one step closer to getting Brittany back.