A/N: Seriously overwhelming response to the last chapter everyone. Thank you.
LOSING COUNT – PART IV
Santana traced her fingers lightly down Quinn's arm as she lay, facing her, on the bed. The clock had ticked by twice as fast over the past six hours and she was already dreading the moment the sun would begin to creep over the tops of buildings outside and in through her window.
It almost scared her how familiar it was to have Quinn next to her. To be able to touch her freely and talk in hushed tones, as though she was keeping the best secret she'd ever had. It was still Quinn, though. Sure, the way they were right now was different, but Quinn had always felt like home to her. Quinn had always been a constant, even when they were feuding.
Running her hand up along pale skin again, and then back down, Santana laced her fingers in between Quinn's as she began to stir. Smiling shyly, Quinn let out a husky laugh before burying her face in the pillow, laughing again.
Bringing their joined hands up between them, Santana tugged lightly to encourage Quinn closer. Obliging, Quinn shuffled over and let her arm hang across Santana's middle.
"I guess I fell asleep?" Quinn whispered, rubbing her hand gently against Santana's back.
"Just for a little while. You kind of started talking nonsense about ten minutes beforehand though." Santana teased quietly and Quinn shoved her playfully, pushing her onto her back.
"Did you sleep at all?" Quinn asked, pulling Santana closer to her and running her fingers through long black hair. Santana shook her head and reached up to run her own through messy blonde, encouraging Quinn closer to her. Eyes closing automatically as their lips touched, Santana smiled as she felt Quinn shift closer, draping a leg across hers.
"You… must be… exhausted." Quinn spoke between kisses before pulling away and leaning on her arm. "What were you doing all that time?"
"I was just thinking…and trying to avoid us both falling asleep only to be woken up by Berry in a couple of hours, leaving you with no possible means of escape." Santana rolled inward again so the two were facing each other, legs entangled.
Quinn let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, it would be such a scandal if she walked in only to see us fully clothed, right?" She quirked an eyebrow, further emphasising the sarcasm in her words.
"Sure we're clothed, but we don't exactly look like a couple of friends just sharing a bed, do we?" She gestured to their current position.
Quinn was quiet for a moment before leaning in to kiss Santana once more. Avoiding eye contact, she asked the very question which had been playing on Santana's mind as she lay awake. "What do we look like Santana?" Her voice was faint and timid. "What would someone think if they walked in right now?"
Not knowing how to respond to the question, for fear of giving the wrong answer, Santana deflected by rolling Quinn onto her back and moving over to straddle her hips. Pushing up her top, she let her hands roam over Quinn's body and felt herself smirk as an alternative conversation topic came to mind.
"When did this," she picked up both of Quinn's hands and slipped them under her top, "…whole idea first come to mind?"
"What? The idea of getting my hands on you?" The sound of Quinn's low, suggestive tone caused Santana's stomach to flip and she nodded slowly.
"Well…remember when we all went back to Lima for Thanksgiving?" Quinn pushed her hands higher under Santana's top causing her sigh deeply.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I remember it." Santana narrowed her eyes, smirking. "You slapped me. That's kind of memorable."
Quinn removed her hands from Santana's top and raised both hands to cup Santana's face, smoothing her hands over the skin there before pulling Santana down onto her and placing light kisses over tanned cheeks.
"We've been through this," her tone was teetering between matter-of-fact and seductive and Santana was incredibly turned on by it, "…you were a bitch, I was a bitch, we both deserved it, but," she kissed Santana's lips painfully slowly before continuing, "…that wasn't the only thing that was memorable about our little reunion."
"What else." Santana knew where this conversation was going to lead, regardless of what Quinn said and she felt her breathing quicken and grow shallow in response.
"Well this," she looked Santana in the eyes as she ran her hands down her back and let them lightly squeeze her firm ass, "…this was particularly memorable. I approved of all of your clothing choices over those few days."
Santana found herself rolling her hips down into Quinn under her touch, causing her to gasp at the action.
"I mean, honestly, I would have had to be blind these past couple of years not to notice how incredible this body is," she brought her hands up higher again, sliding them under Santana's top and slipping it off slowly, smiling at the sight of Santana's exposed breasts only inches away from her face "…but I found myself wanting to be closer to you. I wanted to know what it would feel like to really touch you."
Quinn's hands moved slowly back up over Santana's toned abs before caressing her breasts and grazing hardened nipples with her thumbs. Drawing a gasp from her, Quinn placed her hands flat on Santana's back, encouraging her closer. Slipping down the bed slightly she took one of Santana's nipples into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it slowly and smirking against smooth skin at the reaction she received.
Santana found herself grinding down against Quinn to try and ease the pulsating she felt with each new touch.
"I had no idea that it was possible to get so wet from just thinking about touching someone." Quinn rocked her hips upward, meeting Santana's motions, causing them both to moan in response.
"Fuck, Quinn. What are you doing to me?" Santana breathed the words against Quinn's lips before kissing her deeply, her tongue flicking teasingly against warm lips before delving inside.
Quinn whimpered, matching Santana's movements with her own tongue and continuing to grind up into her. "Whatever you want," she gasped, "…I'll do whatever you want."
Santana felt her eyebrows knit together, her eyes closing automatically as she moved from her position, nudging Quinn's legs apart and coming to settle between them. Quinn's hands moved lower and she slid them into the waistband of Santana's bed shorts, pushing them down slowly.
"Uh, oh God, I want you to fu-"
Santana was suddenly interrupted by the sound of Rachel clearing her throat, as her heavy footsteps made their way closer to their section of the loft. Quinn's eyes shot open, the alarm mirrored by Santana as the two held their breath listening carefully.
Hearing the tap turn on and water running in the sink, Santana breathed a sigh of relief, sinking back into Quinn and feeling the woman's heart thudding against her chest.
As the tap was switched off and the padding of footsteps faded once again, Santana rolled off Quinn and onto her side, still holding her close.
"Fucking Berry." She whispered.
"You better not be." Quinn teased, receiving a horrified look from Santana.
"You have a warped sense of humour, that's so not funny." Santana flopped onto her back and felt Quinn's hand begin to explore her body once more. As a pale hand moved towards her chest she slapped it away playfully.
"Ah-ah, not now, we can't." Santana was met with an adorable pout from Quinn and tilted her head up to kiss her.
"Sorry. You know I want to, but she'll be getting up soon, she's probably lying awake in there as we speak, you really need to get back over to Kurt's side." Santana made to reach down the side of the bed for her top, but was stopped by Quinn pulling their bodies together again.
Leaning close to her ear, Quinn whispered in low tones as she stroked a hand up and down Santana's back.
"Well, just so you know, I'm going to be over there in Kurt's bed thinking very hard about what I just missed out on." With that she felt Quinn move her hand from her back and run it down between their bodies, stopping to toy with the waist band of Santana's shorts.
"Quinn, we can't…" She was stopped as Quinn pulled on the elastic, causing it to snap back loudly against her skin and, instead, she slipped her hand inside her own pants, looking at Santana, eyes hooded.
Santana gasped, looking down at Quinn's hand moving lower. "Quinn…" she meant to scold her again, but felt herself pooling as Quinn began rolling her hips down into her own hand, "…uh, so hot." Santana was torn between wanting to watch Quinn touch herself, and wanting to take over completely. When Quinn's brow furrowed and the pace of her breathing quickened, Santana reached down, running her hand along Quinn's arm. Stopping just above the fabric, Santana looked into her eyes before gripping Quinn's wrist and removing her hand slowly.
Met with a gasp which was somewhere between pleasure and frustration, Quinn's eyebrows knitted together once more as Santana rolled her onto the bed and positioned herself between her legs. Still holding Quinn's wrist, she brought Quinn's fingers to her mouth and licked them slowly as she began rocking against her.
"Uh..Santana…I need you…" Quinn didn't finish her sentence, instead grabbing onto Santana's wrist, she forced it down between her legs. Santana slipped her hand into Quinn's pants and marvelled at just how wet she was.
Slipping two fingers easily inside of her, Santana continued to move against her, thrusting deeper. Aching to be touched herself, Santana maintained her rhythm and leant down to kiss Quinn in an effort to quell the gasping breaths which were becoming louder.
As she felt Quinn's walls tighten around her fingers she ran her thumb over her clit lightly. She was about to make another pass at it when she heard the shuffling of feet once again and could hear Rachel moving around the loft. She felt her cheeks flush instantly, arousal, fear and pending embarrassment mixing together, and she began to slowly withdraw her fingers from inside Quinn.
She looked down at her as she felt Quinn grip her wrist, stilling her movements with one hand while the other came up to the back of Santana's neck, pulling her down towards her.
"Don't you dare stop now." Quinn whispered heatedly in her ear, pushing Santana's fingers deep inside her once again and grinding herself down into them.
Santana swiped her thumb over Quinn's clit once, twice, three times and she felt her arch violently off the bed. Quickly pressing her free hand against Quinn's mouth, she struggled to stifle her moaning as she rode Santana's fingers until the end.
Kissing her deeply as she continued to writhe beneath her, Santana slowly removed her fingers before licking them clean. This drew yet another moan from Quinn as she lay spent.
"Right then," she whispered against Quinn's lips, "…now just how do you plan on getting past Rachel and into Kurt's bed so it at least looks like you've slept in it? Do they teach apparation at Yale now?" Santana teased her, raising her eyebrows in mock challenge.
"Watch me." Quinn raised her own eyebrows in response and rolled them over before getting off the bed. Straightening her tank top and pyjama bottoms, she rounded the bed and picked up Santana's top, handing it to her.
"Follow me." As Santana pulled on her top, she felt Quinn tugging on her arm and nearly lost her balance. "We're going to sneak out towards the fridge, okay?"
"But Quinn, she's right out there, she'll see us. That's if she didn't already hear your muffled screams." Santana smirked, too pleased with herself, and taken with the woman in front of her, to be too concerned about Rachel knowing anything at this point.
Quinn turned around and pulled her in for a passionate kiss which, after their most recent tryst, left her feeling weak at the knees. "Just follow my lead."
Santana gave her another quick peck, shrugging her shoulders as she turned Quinn around and pushed her forwards. Walking into the main living space, Quinn began sneaking towards the fridge and Santana, feeling a little foolish, pretended to sneak along behind her.
"Quinn? Santana? What are you two doing?" Rachel turned her head from her position on the couch.
"Shit Rachel," Quinn placed a hand dramatically to her chest and Santana had to smother a giggle at her terrible acting skills, "…we were trying to be quiet, we didn't want to wake you."
"Have you two been up long?" Rachel seemed oblivious to Quinn's forced tone and implausibly innocent façade.
"Oh, I've been awake for a while actually and I accidently woke Santana with all of my fussing about out here. I'm sure you can just imagine the reception I got." Quinn rolled her eyes and gestured towards Santana who had still not said a word.
"Yeah, well," she joined in, "…just think yourself lucky that you didn't earn yourself another slap." Santana couldn't prevent the glimmer in her eyes as she raised the sensitive topic.
"Now listen Santana, there'll be none of that. You invited Quinn to stay with us, you need to stop being your usual self for five minutes and make her feel welcome so she doesn't regret making the trip." Rachel moved from the couch and headed to the kitchen area, fussing about with the coffee pot and filling the kettle to boil.
"Right, I'll make us all some breakfast, you two can go and sit down. Santana doesn't need another incident with the stove." Quinn raised her eyebrows at Santana who simply shook her head before addressing Rachel.
"So I let a pot of water boil dry, so what. At least I didn't nearly burn then place down cooking meat for my boyfriend, Berry." Santana and Rachel shared a glare before Quinn dragged Santana away and the two collapsed onto the couch.
"Just so you know," Quinn whispered surreptitiously, "…I regret nothing."
Santana looked up into her eyes and couldn't help the shy smile which formed on her lips as her heart began to thud against her chest.
Sneaking a hand down between them, she gripped onto Quinn's. Their legs, which were raised and resting against the edge of the coffee table, hid the gesture from Rachel's line of sight.
As their eyes met again, Santana squeezed Quinn's hand in hers before replying.
"Neither do I. Not one thing."
Seeing a flush form against Quinn's pale cheeks she fought the urge to lean in and kiss her. As Quinn squeezed her hand in response she felt a comfortable warmth settle across her chest. Intertwining their fingers, she sighed audibly as she felt Quinn's thumb brush intentionally along the side of her hand.
While Rachel fussed about in the kitchen area, the two sat silently side by side and Santana wondered if Quinn was wondering the same thing that she was.
Can we just stop time to let this happen?
I have lots of plans for these two :)
Can't wait to share them all with you!