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"Your lip looks really bad honey," Brittany said walking inside their big room, already changed into her pj and ready to jump into bed, or Santana.

The brunette had a really bad day at work though, some bad guys were trying to steal the purse of a really old lady in the streets. Santana thought that people like them were almost extinct, but no apparently.

How in the world two young guys could think that attacking a woman probably in her latest sixty was a good idea. Why didn't they just work to have their own money? Delinquents are always so selfish.

Luckily Santana was there to stop everything. For her bad luck though, she was alone. Her partner decided in the worst moment go to the police station to arrange some things for the night.

But she was Santana, she thought she could handle herself very well. She just needed to apply all those classes inside the Academy, but they were both big men who seemed ready for anything. In the end, though, she could arrest the guys, but not before receiving some good punches in her arm and face.

So here she is now, with a big amount of ice against her bottom lip, trying to minimize the pain given the small cut on it.

And to make things worse, Brittany's parents want them to have dinner at their place next week. Definitely not something she looks forward to.

"You have nice lips, fleshy lips" Brittany suggests as she makes her way towards Santana who is lying on bed already "But tonight they look even more full"

Santana rolled her eyes just when her wife made herself comfortable inside the covers. Today hasn't been a good day at all.

And it might or might not has to be, too, with a certain beautiful blonde who apparently had something else to do with her boyfriend instead of meeting her.

To Santana, it seems like it was just yesterday when she had to sneak out of Quinn's apartment because her currently boyfriend decided just in that precise moment that it was a better idea to stay in Quinn's apartment with her than alone in his house.

It wasn't hard to get out of Quinn's house without Sam seeing her, what it was hard was leave Quinn's warm bed and her kisses so soon.

But all of that was five days ago, and she hasn't seen Quinn since then.

To say she was moody would be an understatement. She was really mad, with the world. With her wife even.

She just couldn't help the need, the want that Quinn seemed to bring out of her. She was craving Quinn's lips, and today, just when she thought that it was a good idea to look for Quinn's phone in her wife's contacts and found the courage to text her and ask her if they could see each other again, Quinn turned her down. Because her fish face boyfriend was with her.

"What if..." Brittany found Santana's hip with her hand, and she smoothly started to touch her under her shirt "I make you feel better?" She asked before kissing her cheek.

"I'm not feeling well right now Britt." Santana gentle added, pulling Brittany's hand off her.

"Poor baby," She kissed Santana's lips before settling herself on her side of the bed.

This was getting old.

Santana knew she wasn't as much in love with Brittany like she was years ago. She didn't even know if she was in love at all. Some days she feels like she really loves the girl, others days she hardly can stand her presence.

And she knew something was really wrong about that.

"Good night sweetheart." The endearing nickname made Santana roll her eyes again. Brittany kissed her goodnight before cuddling closer next to her.

"Good night," Santana answered her.

But sleep didn't come as easy as others days, she stayed awake watching TV for two more hours, her mind and thoughts didn't want to leave her alone, and just when she was falling into a well-needed sleep, her phone rang. A new message that she quickly opened to read it.

Tomorrow night?

Two simple words reflected in a question that changed her night in a matter of seconds.

She fell asleep with a big smile on her face, already wanting to be tomorrow.


In Santana's opinion, the night light has always made everything more interesting, with the moon illuminating just the right places, highlighting its natural beauty, her natural beauty. She touches soft skin with the tip of her fingers, almost afraid of touching her properly or touching her in any other way she didn't like it and wake up from this dream. Her fingers touch with determination every inch of smooth skin. Her back, her small arms, slim waist.

Santana hated people's hair touching her, in any part of her body. But right now, with long blonde locks all over her face, invading her nose with her vanilla smell, she couldn't bring herself to care. She was enjoying it actually.

She was enjoying Quinn's hand caressing her stomach as well, with a gentleness that was distracting.

"How is my officer feeling now?" She asked amused, her voice muffled by Santana's neck giving the brunette goosebumps when she planted a sweet kiss there.

"Much better" Santana happily answered her, because she really couldn't feel better.

The first thing she did today after work, she went straight to Quinn's apartment, she made up an excuse telling Brittany that she was going to work until ten that day, that way she would have about four entire hours with Quinn.

When she arrived, the moment that door opened, she was met with a flawless smile and playful eyes.

They didn't even say hello, Quinn just took Santana's hand leading her to her room where quickly their lips found the way to each other and they were once again, wrapped in a dream because all of this still feels surreal for Santana. Almost too unreal.

The moment was perfect, every kiss and touch were everything that Santana had been dreaming about, but of course, it felt thousand of times better to actually doing it in real life. With Quinn moaning her name, panting and whispering in the dark of the room, with Quinn's fingernails buried in her back just because she needed to hold onto something, with her legs tangled and with her fingers deep inside of her. It was what Santana needed in order to function well again, it was like waking up again after being in a deep sleep for days.

They didn't give each other any break, Santana wasn't going to stop kissing the girl anytime soon, she's been missing her a lot lately, more than what she would like to admit.

But their bodies can't handle so much pleasure in one go, they can't just have sex all night without stopping for a few minutes, sadly so, it is impossible.

So they were now trying to catch their breaths, while still holding onto each other with Quinn's body above Santana, they look like any couple would do after three rounds in a row. But they weren't a couple, far from it.

"Why I didn't see you before?" Santana blurted out in the middle of a comfortable silence. She didn't even know she wanted to ask that question. "I mean, not even in a picture," It makes sense to ask her that, right?

"Because I was living in another country for years," Quinn calmly responded as her lips kept giving her short kisses on her neck, making it hard for Santana concentrates on their small talk post mind-blowing sex. She wanted to know everything about Quinn, the only thing she knew so far, was that Quinn was a writer "But I had seen you." Quinn whispered after a while, and it makes Santana stop every move with her hands altogether. Quinn realizes that, so she goes on "I couldn't make it for Britt's wedding, so she sent me some pictures, and I saw you."

Her recently lover mentioning Brittany's name and their wedding so casually doesn't make Santana feels good at all. It gives her some ugly sensation in the deep of her stomach actually.

The room went silent after Quinn's confession, Santana trapped in her thoughts without understanding why she didn't see the blonde before. It was weird, but then again, Brittany never showed her pictures and barely talked about her high school friends, they always saw each other though, to this very day. Santana couldn't even count how many times she attended those reunions with Brittany's friend; that's how she met Quinn anyway. But all the other times, she didn't recall someone saying Quinn's name.

Perhaps she was just trying to read too deep into it. But she is a cop, they always read too deep into everything, must be her head working on its own.

"I don't want to make this weird," The blonde stated, though Santana didn't know why.

"What do you mean?" She quietly asked. It seemed forbidden caress Quinn's skin in the way Santana was doing it now, because not even with her wife she is this affectionate. But she couldn't help herself, there was just something about Quinn that she was craving, but she still didn't know what exactly.

"Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Brittany." Quinn gave Santana one last kiss on her neck before lifting her face, her unique beauty made Santana forget instantly about everything. Santana was even in some kind of doze, still far away in heaven for the events previously conceived.

"Since when Sam is your boyfriend?" Maybe not the best time to talk about their partners, but it was a doubt that she needed to know.

"About two years." Quinn softly answered and Santana got even more confused, aside of feeling taken aback.

Two years? That's a little too much.

"Two years?" She repeated her words "Where was he on your birthday or when I met you then?" She couldn't help but feel intrigued, extremely curious.

"Traveling," Quinn just shrug and Santana frowned.

"Traveling?" She's making a fool of herself repeating Quinn's words, but really, who the hell would rather travel than to be with this gorgeous girl instead, it's insane. And Santana was sure that in his shoes, she wouldn't travel to any fabulous place if Quinn wasn't going with her.

The blonde nods, shrugging once again.

Quinn's thumb touched the corner of her mouth, gently touching the small cut caused by her tough and dangerous work before kissing her there, melting Santana's heart with that tender gesture and soft lips.

"You need to be more careful in the streets," She said changing the topic after pulling her lips away, with concern in her eyes and once again, leaving Santana without words.

She was sure that what she was feeling for Quinn was more than just lust and passion. And given the words spoke for the beautiful blonde, it seemed like Quinn cared about her as well.

The situation was pleasurably fucked up.

"I will" She simply answered causing Quinn to smile. "But maybe another kiss could help with this" She pointed with her hand to her swollen bottom lip, wanting to prolong as much as she can what it seems to be a sweet moment between them.

And Quinn didn't think about it for more than two seconds, she leaned down once again with a big smile, crashing their lips together and making Santana see thousand of fireworks. She's been carefully kissing Santana for the past hour because of her injured lip, with an impressive gentleness leaving the brunette wanting more. More of her softness.

They were so involved in the kiss and their warm bodies against each other that they didn't hear the first knock on Quinn's door, nor the second either.

They didn't know Brittany was outside the door, wanting to have a serious conversation with her friend and looking for advice while Santana was still working, because in her opinion, her wife seemed to be every day a little more distant with her, and Quinn had already gone through stormy breakups anyway, so who better to tell her what she could do?


A/N: Quinn pov next chapter?