Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Glee or the characters. Thanks for all the feedback. This chapter is a little shorter. Hope you like it.
Santana POV:
I woke up feeling Quinn's warm, naked body hug me from behind. Her arm was slung casually around my waist, trapping me in place. Remembering the events of the previous night served as an explanation of why my body felt so extremely soar but sated at the same time. Our little two-time thing had more-or-less evolved into a four-time thing by the time we fell asleep. Feeling Q stir behind me I profoundly wished for her not to wake up yet. The feeling of her body pressed again my naked back with her arm around me had me feeling all sorts of things. The main feeling I was getting however was safe and content, two things I hadn't felt in someone else's arms for a long time. I just wanted to enjoy it a little while longer before the shit show would start. Knowing her a bit Q would probably waist no time shooting into full gay-panic mode upon waking in the cold, harsh light of day. My prayers however were not answered since the shift in her breathing indicated that she had indeed woken up. I checked the clock on her bedside table seeing it was only 9 AM so there was no need to rush home for me at this point.
Usually I didn't do mornings. Hell, usually I didn't even do nights. I would kick out my conquest before getting to sleep and I myself never opted for a sleepover somewhere else in the first place. There was just something awkward and demystifying about the morning after. It had a way of tainting great hook-ups. Sneaking out wasn't really an option this time though, since I value my friendship with Q and all. She would never forgive me for just taking off after popping her lady cherry. Somewhere in the back of my mind I also felt slightly responsible for creating the inevitable emotional unraveling that was soon to follow. The least I could do was be here and let her process like a good ol' lezzy. That is, if she musters up the courage to open her eyes sometime soon.
After ten minutes of Quinn not moving an awful lot, or at all, to be more precise I decided to just bite the bullet. ''Stop pretending you're asleep Q. I can practically smell the gay-panic emanating from you in nauseating waves''. She mumbled an unintelligent response into her pillow making it impossible for me to figure out what she said. She didn't disentangle herself from my body though. ''Didn't quite catch the last part there Q. Or the first part for that matter. I'm not really one for pillowtalk''.
She sighed deeply. ''I said; good morning to you too San. Thanks for waking me up with so much tenderness and care…'' She had shifted her mouth away from the pillow. I felt her breath on my shoulder as she spoke. This affected me more than I was willing to admit. ''…and it's to early on the day for me to panic. I usually try to reserve those things for less opportune timings''. Reasserting her words she dropped a light kiss to my shoulder making my stomach flip.
I turned around in her arms to look at her. Even when just woken up Quinn was breathtaking. Her hair was tussled up from the pillow and her eyes were still a little droopy with sleep. I let my eyes scan her face; her gorgeous high cheekbones and straight man-made nose, her succulent lips that I kissed so many times last night, the round of her jaws and her long black eyelashes rounding beautiful hazel eyes. She smiled a warm close-lipped smile at me and caught my roaming eyes with hers. She looked just as comfortable as I'd felt a minute ago. Het watchful eyes however had me a little nervous, a feeling I'm not very familiar with. ''Sooo, you're not sorry about yesterday?'' I inquired, holding my breath for her answer.
''As I already said; it was fun. Stop acting like I'll spontaneously combust or something. Actually, it was a lot of fun''
''but?''
''But what?''
''You said it was a lot of fun but there has to be a but. You always have a but…'' How was I the one more unsettled by this than Quinn?
''A butt you really like if I recall correctly'' she countered, a smug smile spreading across her lips.
How is it that she is this effortlessly sexy so early in the morning? The high school Quinn I remember was obviously sexy. She knew how to capitalize on her sexiness in order to manipulate people into doing things for her. This however was different. She seemed more self-assured, not presenting some sort of angle. Making her much more desirable.
Quite honestly I had expected my craving for her to ebb away now that we slept together. I had a inkling for the conquest. Wanting to have what I can't have or people told me I can't have. I don't really care that it fills the stereotypical predatory lesbian trope. Quinn was the ultimate conquest. Pure Queen Bee, god-loving, intelligent captain of the cheerleading squad with a myriad of boys infatuated with her, charming her and loving her. Looking at her now however, I could feel myself wanting more. That did serve to freak me out.
''Who's panicking now?''. Q said, looking at me, concern spreading across her face.
''Was it not good for you? Because I thought you liked it? And I promise to not make it weird. I really did have a blast''. Her tone dropping a few octaves; ''I was wondering though. Does it still count as a two-time thing the morning after?''. I gulped, blood rushing to my head. This was the last thing I'd expected to hear from her this morning. She leaned in making her lips hover against mine, giving me the change to pull away.
''I think you need to re-do that counting of yours Q'' I spoke against her lips
''How 'bout we just stop counting and just enjoy this for now?''
It was obvious I have no intention of disregarding her little wish in this department. The feeling of her bare breasts against my chest was already driving me up the wall. I closed the last millimeters, placing my lips on hers. My heart jumped in my chest upon the feeling. Choosing to ignore it I brought my hand up to caress her cheek. Q's hand that had still been draped across my waist was springing into action, slide up my side towards my torso. She licked along my bottom lip, asking for access that I granted her almost immediately. Parting my lips I felt her wet tongue slip into my mouth, beyond me teeth to tangle with my own tongue. While our tongues started to massage the other's her hand slipped in between our bodies, cupping my breast. The feeling of her thumb and forefinger rolling my stiffened nipple in between her fingers had me incredibly wet within seconds. Even though Q had displayed a knack for dominance last night, the determination underlining her actions still surprised me.
The ministrations of her tongue and fingers send little shockwaves through my body, making my whole skin buzz with anticipation. You could get why Quinn was an Ivy-girl cause she sure did learn fast. I pulled away from our kiss, latching my lips onto her neck. In doing so I could see a bruise just above her left collarbone that hadn't been there before last night. She was so going to scold me for that later. I kissed my way to her pulse point before sucking down hard, creating another mark next to the other. A breathy moan escaped from her throat, reverberating against my lips. The feeling of it only reinforcing my prominent arousal.
Pushing her onto her back I kissed down to her clavicle. Upon reaching her breast I thumbed one nipple and moved my mouth over to the other. Her chest was heaving as she was panting under my touch. I wrapped my bruised lips from all the kissing around her hard nipple, making her whimper in response. The feeling of Q writhing underneath me was making my head spin and my heartbeat faster. It is insane how she had such a strong effect on me without even touching me. It isn't just that she's gorgeous. Also not that she probably knows me better than almost anyone, arguably with the exception of Britt. Although Britt and I have always understood each other differently. Britt made me retract my claws, Quinn just seems to understand my need for them. This feeling is stemming from somewhere else I cannot quite pinpoint yet.
I let go of her nipple with a wet pop, making her giggle. Moving my hand unoccupied hand to replace my mouth to continue kissing down her body. I could already smell her arousal by the time my tongue was tracing the outline of her abs. The fact that I was turning her on so much made all my senses tingle. Last night I only had a preview of her taste on my fingers but I definitely wanted more. I dipped my tongue into her belly bottom.
''God Santana'' she growled. Hearing her moan my name was officially on my favorite-sounds-list from now on. Even though she did initiate the kiss leading to this whole naked ordeal I had expected Q to be more shy and uptight about the sex. Instead I got to experience an adventurous and carefree side of her. And I loved every second of it. Her vocalness of last night wasn't quite as present this morning. The little breaths and huffs she exhaled, the motions of her body; all served to create a different atmosphere though. One more intimate somehow. Someone could mistake it for 'making love' if they didn't know better.
I moved down a little more, kissing her right thigh. Looking up for reassurance that she was okay with what I was about to do, dark hazel eyes were staring down at me. She placed her hand on the back of my head, weaving her fingers through my hair. The feeling of her nails scratching the back of my head send a tingle down my spine. I moved my mouth up, it was only inches from her wet, glistening core by now. Inhaling her rich scent made salivate. She smelled amazing. Having my face so close to her core enveloped all my senses. I pushed her legs a little further apart with my hands. Lowering my head I licked exploratory from her opening towards her clit. She tasted even better than I had expected; sweet and a bit tangy. Her taste actually matched her personality remarkably well. For a second the crazy thought entered my mind that I'd be happy doing this the rest of my life. The sensation of my tongue on her wanting core has Quinn bucking her hips up towards it.
''Bitch, you better not break my nose'' I grumbled into her pussy.
Q just pushed my head further into her core as a response. I flattened my tongue, licking her several times from her opening towards her clit before sucking the engorged nub into my mouth. ''Hmmmm, you're really good at that San'' she moaned. I felt pride settling in my chest. I knew I was good at this but even when Q was totally at my mercy I still bathed in her approval. I blame Cheerios indoctrination for it. Moving my hand down to her stomach to push her back into the matrass, I felt the muscles clench as I build a steady rhythm, alternating between long licks and lightly flicking and sucking on her clit. I moved two of my fingers to her entrance to push inside. Q however had other plans.
Through her heavy breathing she moaned ''No. No fingers. I just want your amazing tongue''. Last night had already made it abundantly clear that Quinn was very much in charge of her own sexuality and wants. Still it surprised me when she grabbed my head a little tighter to keep it in place and started rolling her hips against my tongue, basically riding my face. The experience was so insanely hot that I didn't even mind her totally topping me from the bottom. Not wanting my contribution to get lost, I started to move my head and tongue the best way I could to meet her rolling hips, intensifying her pleasure. Suddenly her movements halted abruptly at a knock on the bedroom door.
''Quinnie?'' Judy's voice floated through the door. I looked up at Quinn, her eyes had grown wide. Her face was a mixture of pure horror, lust and frustration. Having no desire to stop myself, I continued the ministrations of my tongue against her core. ''Are you awake honey?''. Q realized she would need to respond if she wanted to avoid her mother coming in. I felt her exhale deeply before responding.
''Morning mom. I just woke up'' she breathed out. I was impressed at her ability to keep her voice steady while I was still brutally assaulting her clit.
''Okay. Are you coming down for breakfast soon? I made waffles''. I hit an extremely sensitive spot of Q, making her bit her fist and buck her hips forward. She was definitely close now. I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me a little more space and a better angle.
''Y-yeah, I'll be right down. Give me a minute'' she managed to squeak out while shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Mockingly I pretended to pull away from her. Immediately I felt the familiar hand on the back of my neck while she mouthed a 'don't you dare' down at me, making me smirk.
Judy's voice drifted through the door again. ''Okay''. A moment of silence followed, making me wonder if she had left so I could let Q come finally. She was legitimately squirming beneath my tongue by now. Though licking Q was totally one of the best experiences ever I could feel cramp starting to settle in my jaw as I continued suckling and flicking her core. ''Oh and Quinnie?'', she hadn't left yet.
''Yeah?'' Q let out, though sounding more like a muffled moan.
''Please invite Santana for breakfast, I don't want her telling people we are bad hostesses''.
Quinns mouth fell open, a shocked expression washing over her face. As soon a Judy's footsteps died down the hallway I pushed my tongue into her opening, fucking her with it while rubbing her clit with my fingers. This sent her over the edge almost immediately. Her thighs tightened around my head while I felt a surge of her arousal covering my tongue, lips and chin. I felt her walls contract around my tongue and her body spasm. Q drowned her moans into a pillow she'd lifted to her face, likely afraid Judy might hear. I slowed down my ministrations to help her ride out her orgasm. Once her hips stopped bucking and the tension left her whole body I detached myself from her core, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I removed her leg from my shoulder and crawled up her body.
''So I guess I'm staying for breakfast. Should I tell Judy I already ate?'' I smirked at her. She looked at me with an incredulous look before a wide grin broke through. Instead of a witty reply she just leaned in to kiss me. I loved how she wasn't squeamish to kiss me after I'd gone down on her like some girls. ''So this is how you shut up the great Quinn Fabray? If only I'd known years ago''.
Her hand softly caressed my face. Having refound her ability of speech, Q retorted ''You would have been way to scared to act on it so it wouldn't have made a difference anyway''. We just laid together for a while, not speaking, before I heard a quite voice. ''Do you really think I'm great?''.
I got to see a lot more vulnerability from Quinn lately in between our phone calls and skype sessions we'd really opened up to each other. I don't know if it was just regular personal growth on her part or our changing dynamics but I like it.
''That's a rhetorical question Q. You know I do. Even when I detest you or when you are being stupid, which, let's face it, is pretty damn often, I still think you are amazing. And you are going to be amazing'' I added the last part remembering what she'd told me about giving Beth up. A blush crept to her cheeks when she kissed me again. A sweet and tender kiss, void of the lust our earlier kisses had been loaded up on. She pulled away and buried her face in the crook of my neck. Her hair felt incredibly soft beneath my stroking fingers. Her eyes had fluttered closed. Quinn put her arm across my waist and pushed her body into mine. All the surprises of last night and just now aside, this was what surprised me most. Get-out-of-my-personal-space-or-I-will-slap-you-Quinn was actively cuddling me. Combined with the cutesie kiss this all started to feel a lot less like a one-night stand. I could feel a familiar hum behind my ribcage, a smile spreading across my lips. I was content. For the first time in what felt like forever I was just content. Not worrying about school or Britt or my sucky life in Louisville. This couldn't last though.
I leaned into Quinn, ''maybe we should get some clothes on for that breakfast with your mom and assert the damage?''. She groaned in response, obviously looking forward to the most awkward breakfast ever as much as I did. Still, she pushed back the covers and got out of bed. Parading around the room in search of some underwear in her dresser it amazed me how this once prude girl was now so unabashed in her nakedness. She threw me some clean panties. ''You can borrow these, since last nights' are probably ruined. I'll check my moms room for some sweat since I don't have any here as you know''. It was somewhat how we got here in the first place. She put on her panties and a loose-fitting shirt and walked out of the room.
I turned around in the bed to stare at the ceiling. Upon leaving here I really would need to take a beat and let this whole situation sink in without freaking out. Figure out what that little hum means and all. Usually I would talk to Brittany about my feelings but that would just be a very messy scenario at this point. My second go to person ironically was also unavailable since she was the root cause of this predicament. I could always tell my mom but that was an unsafe bet. My mom and I are very much alike so she is also somewhat of a loose canon. Chances are that before I can get another word in she would have invited Q to a family night just as awkward as the impending breakfast. Guess I needed to figure this one out by myself.
Q returned to her room wearing some tiny shorts, throwing me some sweats. I got up out of bed to put on the clothes she had just given me, fishing my bra of the floor in the meantime. Q just leaned back against the doorframe, blatantly watching me. I walked up to her, trapping her between the doorframe and my body. I heard her breath hitch as I pushed my barely clad for against hers. Hovering my lips just over hers I put my hand on the shirt she was still holding and turned around with it before she had a chance to lean in.
''Tease…'' I heard her grumble behind me.
''Since you so obviously enjoyed my pleasing, I have earned teasing rights''. By now I was fully dressed as well, ready to face the music of breakfast with Judy.