Light is already filtering through the curtains when Santana wakes up for the first time. At first, she doesn't remember the events of the night before and groans when she feels strong arms around her body. She doesn't normally bring men back to her place. Then the smell hits her nose and she remembers: Quinten.

She can't stop a grin from spreading on her face and turns around, resting her head in the nape of this neck. She's not a cuddler. She doesn't like affection. But this is Quinten and she can't help herself, can't stop herself from wanting it from him. She kisses his neck lightly and goes back to sleep.

When she wakes up the next time, her bed is empty beside her and she nearly panicks. What if he's left? What if he woke up, realised where he was and decided that he doesn't want this? How is she going to face him again? But then the smell of coffee hits her nose and she smiles. Of course.

She yawns, stretches and gets up. She slips on panties and her short silk bathrobe and makes her way to the kitchen, wondering what is happening to her, why she's acting so differently around Quinten. She acts like she actually cares about him, for more than the sex alone (even though that's definitely a plus). She knows that in fact, she does. She pushes the thought to the back of her mind as she enters the kitchen and finds Quinten behind the stove, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. The smell of crispy bacon wafts through the room and she smiles, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She feels him jump slightly and then relax. She stands on tiptoe and kisses his neck before whispering in his ear: "Good morning."

She can't help herself and sneaks her hand behind the waistband of his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his soft dick. He sucks in a sharp breath as she runs her fingers over his shaft. She kisses him between his pronounced shoulder blades as she lets out a soft groan.

He turns around slightly and grins. "Hi. I hope you don't mind me sneaking around your kitchen to prepare breakfast?"

"Not at all," she sighs, her breath causing goosebumps on his skin.

He leans down for a soft kiss and then whispers against her lips: "I have to get this bacon off the stove now if I don't want it to be burned."

She removes her hand, steps back and washes her hands. Then she gets out the toaster, plates and cutlery while he brings the bacon and coffee to the table. Santana grabs to mugs and as he wants to sit down, she stops him with a hand on her chest.

"You look really sexy in those boxers," she says, licking her lips, her eyes roaming his exquisite body appreciatively.

He blushes and it does inexplicable things to Santana. She figures he must hear this so often - she knows the women at work gush about him. "I really liked that dress from last night," he replies as he sits down.

"I bet you did," she winks, putting some bread in the toaster.

They continue their small chat over breakfast and clean up together. Santana takes his hand and leads him to the living room. He allows her to push him down on the sofa and shift until he lies down on his back. He pulls her on top of her and kisses her lazily before she nestles her head on his chest, her finger tracing around his nipple, then moving down to his abs. He combs his fingers through her thick, dark hair and plays with it absent-mindedly.

"So, what happened last night?" he asks after a while, breaking the comfortable silence.

She sighs, thinks for a while. "We had sex."

He rolls his eyes. "Obviously. But what did it mean?"

She looks up at him, an eyebrow quirked. "You sound like a lesbian." She presses her hips against his crotch, rocking them lightly. "And you are most definitely not a lesbian."

"I just want to be clear on this. I don't want you blowing up on my ass at the office tomorrow."

She blushes (she hardly ever does) and looks away. She sighs and lets her head fall on his chest again. "I don't know what it means."

"What do you want it to mean?"

She ponders this question for a while. She knows how much depends on it. Does she keep on hiding her true feelings for the sake of her pride? Does she allow herself to be vulnerable? What if he breaks her heart? Humiliates her? Luckily, he speaks first.

"Look - when you went ballistic because you'd heard that I'd gone on a date. Why were you so angry."

Well, that's an easy one. "I guess I just felt used in a way. I mean, here you were, going all out for this totally bland chick, not even sleeping with her out of respect. But you had no qualms just banging me in my office. I felt like I was nothing more than cheap fuck to you."

He sighs. "First of all, you'll always be more since you're kind of my boss," he says cheekily. "And I already explained it to you. You called me into your office and then you were yanking off my pants and giving me a blowjob, so I didn't exactly think you were looking for a date. I thought you just wanted the sex, and it had been a while, and you're hot so I just went with it."

She purses her lips and then decides to just go for it. This is a final moment and she doesn't want to regret it later or be able to say 'If only I'd said something.' She takes a deep breath and says: "Assume I'd be open to dating. Would you take me out on a date?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, I would. Too bad you're not open to it," he teases.

"Says who?" she asks, her eyes trained on his nipple and the little hairs around it.

He turns her head to look up at him. "Let's cut the crap. Santana Lopez, will you go out on a date with me?"

She grins. "Totally. Do I pick you up or do you pick me up?"

"Oh, I've asked you out so I'm totally picking you up and planning the entire thing. Are you free next week?"

"Yeah, no problem. Saturday?"

"Cool."

Before he can utter another word, she wraps her plump lips around his nipple and licks it. He groans and pushes her head closer. He curses when she lightly bites down on the round nub. "Damn, the things you do to me," he mutters.

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They've just moved to the bedroom, making their way from the living room wrapped in an uninterrupted kiss. Santana pushes Quinten down on the bed and tugs off his boxer shorts. She smiles when she sees that he's already semi-erect.

She climbs on top of him, bringing her pussy to his crotch and rocking lightly. He tugs at the band of her bathrobe and it falls open. He traces her tits and then cups them. Despite their size, they fit in his large hands perfectly. She can feel the hard nubs straining against the palms of his hands and she buckles down with a sharp gasp when he starts massaging them. She bites her lip when she feels his erection against her panties.

She leans down to kiss him and the kiss soon turns heated. She leaves a trail of kisses and licks along his neck, chest and stomach. She momentarily lets go and traces his treasure trail with her finger playfully until she reaches his dick. It's already hard now and she takes it in her hand, firmly wrapping her fist around it. She lowers her mouth and softly suckles on his balls and he lets out a deep groan. She then licks her way up his hard shaft, ending at the head. She teases his slit with her tongue and pulls his foreskin all the way over his head, putting her tongue between the head and the skin, circling the head of his penis with her tongue inside the foreskin. He's twisting underneath her, letting out heavy pants and groans.

She retracts her tongue and feeds herself more of his dick by moving her mouth down, all the while massaging his balls with one hand. She moves the other one up to his abs, placing her fingers on them firmly. She then moves her hand back and wraps it around the base of his shaft, pumping up and down as she hollows her cheeks around it.

"Fuck, Lopez," he moans. "Damn, you're so good."

She looks up at him from her position between his legs and enjoys the sight of his lust-filled, hooded hazel eyes. She puts pressure on the underside of his dick with her tongue, giving it small, hard licks. Every now and then, she stops her movements and just sucks and licks his dick. She purses her lips, closing her mouth and cheeks entirely around his hard shaft, and then continues sliding it down her mouth. The head of his dick hits the back of her throat and she succesfully overcomes her gag reflex, guiding that monster down her throat. His hips lift and he moans even deeper, his fingers combing through her hair as her nose finally hits his pelvis. He curses loudly and his hips jerk up again. Santana takes it all expertly and softly kneads his balls. She then slowly comes up again, feeling the precum on the head of his dick. When she reaches thehead, she sucks on the foreskin so intensely that high-pitched noises escape his throat. She smiles inwardly when his cum shoots inside her mouth and down her throat. She sucks his dick eagerly, pumping her fist up and down around the shaft, licking the head and swirling her tongue around it as the spurts keep coming. When he's finally going soft inside her mouth, she licks her lips and crawls up to him, resting her head on his chest again.

He's panting, his eyes shut tight, sweat dripping down his body. It smells amazing.

"That was so good, babe," he husks. "Dammit, you're good." He runs his fingers through her hair again, seeminly having discovered a new hobby.

She kisses his neck and softly sucks on the skin, only satisfied when she sees that she left a hickey. His eyes fly open. "Damn, I hope you haven't given me a hickey."

"Too late," she giggles (then frowns when she realises she just giggled.)

"Fuck, I can't show up at work with a hickey."

"Wear a scarf," Santana shrugs.

"Because that totally won't look suspicious?"

"Who cares?"

"If you say so."

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Santana writhes and moans. She has Quinten's head locked between her legs, said legs draped over his shoulder as he slowly licks her wet slit. The friction of the rough bristles of his stubbly beard against her inner thighs drive her wild. He presses the flat of his tongue against the inside of her pussy, between her clit and her entrance. He makes a few long, hard strokes with his tongue and then comes up to suckle on her lips.

"Fuck, Quinten," she moans. "Don't stop."

He sucks on her lips for a little bit longer and then moves his tongue to her clit, circling it with the tip around the edge. He licks her under the hood with the very tip of his tongue, then surprises her by sucking her clit inside and biting down on it carefully. She groans and pushes her hips up. He lets go of her clit and sucks it inside his mouth again, repeating the pattern until he feels that's she's fucking drenched. He swirls her clit with his tongue and then proceeds to form figure eights around her entrance and clit, increasing the pace each time. She's panting heavily and throws her head back into the pillow when he brings one hand over to her tit and starts kneading it roughly. Suddenly, he delves his entire tongue inside of her tight, wet pussy. He brings the other hand to her clit, circles it until he's at 1 o'clock and then rubs the hell of it with the pad of his middle finger.

In the mean while, his tongue is plunging in and out of her pussy. He can feel she's throbbing around the strong muscle. He licks her walls and stretches his tongue as far as he can. He brings his hand down from her tit and slides a finger inside along with his tongue. A second finger follows and she whimpers in response. He slides his fingers along her walls and is beyond pleased when he reaches her G-spot. He presses the pad of his finger against it rhythmically. Santana doesn't know what's most around - him now rubbing the very tip of her clit, his tongue fucking her so good, his fingers on her G-spot, his bristles against her inner thighs.

He then starts slamming his fingers in and out of her, retracting his tongue when he enters her with his fingers and retracting his fingers when he plunges his tongue inside. Each time his fingers are inside knucle deep, he presses against her G-spot, harder each time. She's squirming under his touch, uttering profanities he's not sure he's ever heard before.

He can feel her walls clenching around him, her hot, throbbing pussy getting tighter and tighter. He doesn't slow down, in fact he speeds up his movements as she comes closer and closer to orgasm.

"Quinten," she moans. "Fuck Quinten, fuck, stop, stop, I have to pee, I'm gonna pee."

Quinten smirks inwardly. He knows she doesn't have to pee. He slams his tongue inside again, then his fingers. He keeps one finger on her G-spot, putting as much pressure on it as possible, and slides the other one out. He flattens the palm of his other hand against her clit and that's when she comes louder than ever before. He mentally congratulates himself when she starts squirting, not minding one bit that her juices are fucking everywhere.

Her walls clench amazingly tightly around him and her orgasm is so intense it never seems to stop. Finally, she seems to slow down. He slowly retracts his fingers and tongue, slows down the rubbing on her clit. After a while, he stops that motion as well and crawls up to her.

She's panting, her eyes shut, mumbling incoherently.

"What's that, baby?" he mutters as he lies down beside her and throws an arm over her stomach.

"Best... orgasm... of... my... life," she manages to utter, smiling lazily.

Quinten smiles back at her, leaning in for a long, lazy kiss. He combs his fingers through her again and watches her as she tries to gather her wits, but fails time and time again.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, kissing her neck.

"Hm. I dunno."

"I could order some take out," he replies, now kissing her stomach.

"Later. Not now."

"Okay."

He wants to cuddle, but he doesn't want to move too fast. He sighs in relief when she shifts and pushes herself against his body, burying her face in the nape of his neck, her hand resting on her lower back.

"I never would've thought that Santana Badass Lopez-" he starts with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up," she mutters against his neck.

He brings his hand to her ass and rests it there, entirely too happy to obey her commands. For this once.