A/N: This took FOREVER to write. Thought about splitting it into two chapters, but decided you guys deserve it :D Hope you all enjoy. WARNING (Finally some M action going on)! This chapter contains lots and lots and extra SMUT. Also, contains drug and alcohol use. You have been warned :)
The cool summer night's air felt fresh on Quinn's skin as she stumbled out of the loud house that belonged to a friend of a friend's. She was glad to make the decision not to wear a jacket for the night with her white sundress flowing freely, and her hair cascading down her shoulders providing enough warmth to her already hot body. The stillness of the night compared to the blaring music in the house caught Quinn by surprise, but she made a note that she enjoyed the dark silence. Alcohol was coursing through her bloodstream now, making her giggle as she tried to walk properly down the dim-litted streets. She would have fallen by now if it wasn't for Santana supporting her with their arms looped. Both girls were giddy, having a little too much to drink, but had enough sense to walk home that wasn't too far, rather than having either of them drive. When they were far enough from any sign of human-kind, their looped arms became laced fingers, both girls' hot flesh feeling a new cool sensation under their skin.
Quinn feeling a new surge of confidence under the influence, pushed Santana playfully against a tree on the side walk and teasingly let their noses brush against each other. Both of Quinn's hands lightly gripped Santana's small waist and Santana's arms laid obediently on her sides. Though it was hard to see with her slightly spinning vision, she managed to focus her eyes on Santana's anticipating gaze, those chestnut irises reminding Quinn of cups of coffee. Quinn liked coffee. She licked her own bottom lip before letting her teeth graze it, toying with Santana. Quinn kept their close proximity tight, feeling the other girl's chest rise and fall against her own.
Quinn's hands slid slowly and sensually down Santana's sides to her waist, where Quinn's fingers hooked around the belt loops of Santana's tight blue jeans, making Santana's pupils dilate with excitement. Quinn tugged not too hard, but with enough force to make Santana react. Santana closed the little distance that was between their lips and smiled into a light kiss, teasing Quinn's pink lips, her warm hands cupping Quinn's flushed cheeks. She pulled away as soon as she noticed Quinn beginning to kiss with a little more vigor.
"Hey that wasn't nice," Quinn whined, but with a smile, their lips still dangerously close to each other.
Santana's arms were now around Quinn's neck, "You should know I'm not very nice," Santana eyed Quinn's cleavage, the alcohol in her system making her unashamed of staring, "You know I'm the head bitch in charge."
Quinn's hands roamed from Santana's belt loops, back up, rubbing Santana's hard flat abs until she reached her destination: her firm supple breasts. She massaged them over Santana's black tank top, resulting in sensuous moans from Santana. Quinn bit her bottom lip, her insatiable appetite for Santana taking over, the alcohol creating a sort of animalistic character in her. "You're my bitch," she growled, then dove into Santana's neck, sucking and nibbling on it with the right pressure to leave her mark.
Santana giggled and groaned at the same time, the taste of alcohol and Quinn still on her tongue. Though it was nearly three in the morning in Lima, Ohio and the little town would probably have no civilians out at this time, the thought of still having the slightest chance of getting caught was such a turn on. Santana tossed her head back against the tree with her arms up, gripping the trunk, giving Quinn more room to have her way. Quinn took this chance to take her bare leg and force Santana to spread hers. With Quinn's leg in between hers, Santana began to gyrate against her creamy skin, the friction making her slightly weak in the knees. She grabbed onto Quinn's hair immediately, slightly pulling it as she moaned with more contact. Quinn then took this chance to wrap Santana's full lips in an open mouthed kiss, now impaling herself onto Santana's leg, giving herself pleasure as well. They broke away from the kiss, Quinn's forehead resting against Santana's, their heavy breathing being the only carnal sound coming from both girls as they became each other's source of pleasure. When they both came undone, their movements came to a slow end and a heavy sigh escaped their lungs, the sting of alcohol still present in their throats.
Quinn's forehead, now slightly damp with sweat was still connected to Santana's. She gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away slowly smiling. She grabbed her hand again and entwined their fingers leading an exhausted Santana away from the tree. They danced to the summer night sounds of the streets the rest of the way home which was only a few blocks away, occasionally singing to each other. They sloppily staggered into the dark home that was void of Santana's parents who had went on a vacation to Europe in the middle of June for their 20th anniversary. It was now July 4th and after a night of gorgeous fireworks, dancing, secretly making out in the pool house at the party, and drinking a little too much vodka, Santana and Quinn were ready to keep the night going with their own fireworks. They hurriedly ran up the stairs to their room, slightly tripping along the way, still a little woozy and a little too excited.
Santana and Quinn rushed into their room. As soon as they stepped through the door way, they found each other's lips, the need to taste each other. Santana held Quinn by her waist, navigating themselves towards the bed. Once Santana felt Quinn come to a halt, she knew it meant they arrived to what they were searching for in the dark and playfully shoved Quinn down. She grabbed the bottom of her black tank top, and stripped it off of her with ease, tossing it somewhere random on the floor, her eyes never leaving Quinn's as Quinn undid her dress as well and tossed it aside. Santana then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants with speed, quickly disposing of them somewhere in the dark as well. Once properly in their underwear, Santana went back to tasting Quinn, desperate to taste all of her.
Santana was on top of Quinn, her arms next to Quinn's head, propping herself up. She made a slow advance down to Quinn's neck, reveling in her soft milky skin, occasionally scraping her teeth, and suckling lightly, making small marks along the way. Hearing her moan quietly, Santana quickly undid Quinn's bra swiftly and tossed to the side. She dove into her breast, fondling one nipple and taking the other in her mouth, applying pressure with her tongue, making small circular motions. Quinn was writhing now at this burning sensation and she bucked her hips up.
"Santana!" she screamed as she shut her eyes tight and wove her fingers through Santana's raven black hair.
Santana smirked at Quinn's loudness and desperation for contact. She took her time on Quinn's breasts, alternating sides, and varying her speed of touch and kisses on her skin. Quinn's skin was on fire and her core was on burning, dripping wet with desire. She needed Santana to touch her, to taste her.
Santana knew Quinn's body too well by now and advanced down, while leaving trails of kisses, her tongue occasionally brushing up against Quinn's skin. Her legs were spread, ready for Santana, waiting for her, wanting her. When she got to the hem of Quinn's black underwear, she teased Quinn some more. Santana traced her finger down Quinn's swollen folds, the fabric still hot against her skin.
"Mmm," Santana hummed licking her lips, "so wet."
Santana observed Quinn gripping onto the bedsheets, her back slightly arched and her body quivering lightly from Santana's touch and the sound of lust in her voice. It made Santana's core ache with want as well as she began to feel a familiar throb between her legs. But she tried to ignore it as best as she could; this was about pleasuring Quinn. She dragged her tongue down the path her finger took, and applied a forceful pressure when she reached Quinn's sensitive, but hardened nub.
"Santana, stop being a fucking tease!" Quinn demanded, her eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of her head at Santana's touch.
With this cue, Santana nearly ripped off Quinn's panties. Before obliging to Quinn's demands, she kissed her wet inner thighs. Though Santana was drunk and was sweating with lust by now, she never forgot to remind Quinn in moments like these why she touched her this way. Why it felt so right for their skin to be bare against one another. With a quick change of character from lustrous seducer, to a caring lover, Santana laid her cheek lightly on Quinn's lower stomach for a quick moment before turning her gaze to Quinn's eyes.
"I love you," she said sweetly.
Despite her frustrations at the moment, Quinn found herself smiling at the sweet gesture, "I love you too."
Santana moved back up, seemingly changing her mind about her plans for Quinn's body. When she was hovering above Quinn again, she cupped her face with the one hand that wasn't keeping her up and pulled her into a passionate kiss, their lips molding into each other lovingly. While she distracted Quinn with her mouth, her hand sneakily made it's way down again, finding Quinn's wetness. Santana's single finger entered with ease, as she felt Quinn's walls tighten. Quinn's eyes shot open in pleasure and in surprise. She smiled into their kiss before pulling away a little.
"Sneaky," Quinn managed to say, her mind getting more intoxicated as Santana began to set a rhythm inside of her.
Santana replied with a smirk before going in for a kiss again. As her lips danced with Quinn's, she pumped in and out of her slowly, gathering her wetness. Then she pulled her finger out and slid it up to Quinn's throbbing center. Quinn reacted as she canted her hips up to Santana's touch. Needing air she pulled away from Santana's lips and gasped as if she was drowning.
"God, Santana!" Quinn screamed, moving against Santana's finger, "Please, more," she whined, splitting her legs farther apart, as she turned to look at Santana and grabbed the side of her neck before pulling her in a forceful kiss.
Santana responded, kissing back, sucking Quinn's tongue occasionally and slipping her own against it. She easily added another finger, pumping faster, her wrist beginning to ache. She ignored the pain, as she focused on Quinn's erratic breathing and sexy moans. Santana nibbled on the bottom of Quinn's ear, before whispering, "I love making love to you."
Quinn was thrashing now, all of her muscles tightening, her toes curling, her hands gripping on anything they could reach. She nearly lost it when Santana pulled out of her unexpectedly.
"Santana, what the - " but before Quinn could finish cursing Santana, she felt her core clash against Santana's wet skin, their centers colliding, their legs weaved in a comfortable position. She didn't know when Santana had lost her underwear and quite frankly she didn't care. Her mind was spinning and she was losing all control. She slammed her head against the pillow, "FUCK! SO GOOD."
Santana didn't hear anything; she couldn't see anything. All she could do was feel. She could feel the heat rising from Quinn's skin. She could feel the sweat that clung onto their bare bodies. She could feel Quinn's uneven breathing. She could feel them becoming one.
It didn't take long or a lot of grinding for both girls to come undone. Quinn came first and the way she screamed Santana's name made the Latina come quickly after. Both girls were panting, desperate for air, their muscles aching, their bodies exhausted. Santana rested her forehead against Quinn's collar bone, their bodies still entangled in a steaming, hot mess. When Santana finally caught her breath, she kissed Quinn between her shoulder and neck and collapsed next to her.
Santana usually wasn't the first to initiate a cuddle session after sex. It had become a habit during high school with all her other partners that one person just left the room after the deed was done. At first it bothered Quinn, but she was accustomed to the ritual by now. She turned on her left side and snaked her smooth arm grazing over Santana's hard abs and around her waist, her nose nuzzled against Santana's neck.
"Sleep," Santana ordered. She knew Quinn. No matter how worn out she was, the small blonde girl could never find rest easy. Memories haunted her when she closed her eyes, so she'd much rather keep them open.
"I will," Quinn lied, kissing Santana's shoulder.
"Liar."
"Sleep," Quinn quipped.
Santana sighed in defeat and turned on her left side as well, backing into Quinn, allowing their bodies to curl into one another.
"I love you," Quinn chirped.
"I love you too," Santana murmured sleepily, placing her hand on top of Quinn's and tangling their fingers together.
Quinn laid there with Santana for a while, reveling in her love. Her lips laid gently against Santana's back, feeling her breathe air in and out of her lungs. She could feel herself sobering up as the sun began to rise. This made her panic as darkness approached her soul with nothing to ease the pain. She needed something to evade her sadness and to escape the ghosts of her past. Quinn made sure to make her movements slow as she separated herself from Santana and gently made her way off of the bed. Before moving away from the bed, she pulled over the covers that ended up at the end of the bed, over Santana's body. She then tip-toed lightly on the carpet floor, grabbing a random large plain gray sweater and a pair of clean pink underwear lying on the bed she used to sleep on when she was pregnant. She had been sharing Santana's bed and neither have slept on the other mattress ever since they came back from the hospital, using it as a large shelf to hold clean laundry both girls were too lazy to put away.
Quinn began looking for her shoe that she wore the night before. "Ahah!" she whispered as she found the black flat under the bed.
Quinn grabbed it with haste and felt for something at the end of the shoe. She pulled out a tiny clear ziplock bag, that couldn't have been bigger than a quarter. It was filled with a white, grainy substance. She sat on the floor, eyeing Santana on the bed, making sure she wasn't awake. Worried that the other girl would wake up soon, Quinn nervously and hastily opened the small bag and laid the substance on top of the knuckle of her pointer finger on her balled up fist. She quickly brought her fist up to her nose and inhaled the substance hurriedly. She let it flow through her and waited for the sensation she longed for to wash over her body.
Santana woke up, yawning, lazily stretching her limbs on her back. She realized she woke up to a vacant bed when she didn't feel Quinn's body next to hers. She should've known since the comforter on top of her was evidence enough that the blonde left her alone in bed. Santana rubbed her eyes, before settling them on a figure standing in front of the window slightly opposite of her. The sun was shining, and she was glad that the silhouette in front of her was somewhat blocking the menacing light. Her head was sort of throbbing from the night before. After one final stretch on the bed, she threw the covers off of her, exposing her only in her bra. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of red cotton shorts, sliding them over her skin slowly, her body still a tad bit sore. She sauntered over to the other person, still shirtless and wrapped her arms around them from behind.
"Good morning, sunshine," she rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder, her temple against her jaw.
Quinn's folded arms became undone as she placed her hands over Santana's, "You mean good afternoon," she said in a sort of zombie-manner.
Santana looked at the clock hanging on the wall above their bed. It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. "You didn't sleep," Santana accused, with a hint of concern and a little anger evident in her voice.
Quinn kissed Santana's temple that was against her jaw, "I'm sorry."
Santana sighed and pulled away from behind Quinn, but grabbed her hand, "Come on, I'll sing you a lullaby."
Santana led her back to the bed and made her lay down under the covers. Quinn didn't protest. She was actually quite tired, the effects of what she snorted about twelve hours ago beginning to dissolve away and make her weak. Her eyes were blood shot red and Santana gazed at her with concern, sitting next to her in bed, caressing Quinn's pale cheek with her thumb. Quinn resembled a ghost.
"Are you getting sick?" Santana asked, with a worried look.
"Sick of you?" Quinn quirked, her voice tired and a little raspy, "Never." Santana rolled her eyes at the corny, but cute comment. She held the back of her hand against Quinn's forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish. "You know I'm always hot for you," Quinn giggled at her own joke.
Santana gave her a deadpan look, "You need rest, water and I bet you haven't eaten anything either," she knew her best friend all too well. Quinn only gave a weak smile in return, her eyes blinking sleepily, the black bags under them prevalent. "And I know you've been smoking again," Santana confronted. She had smelled the tobacco on Quinn's skin and her hair when she approached her at the window.
Unfortunately since Bella's birth, the blonde took up the unhealthy habit secretly. Santana didn't even know how she got her first pack of cigarettes being underage and all. She hated the bad habit and pleaded the pale girl to quit on more than one occasion, but on nights where her nightmares tended to devour Quinn's heart, Santana knew that she would sneak away from bed to find her way back to its subtle addiction. It was a distraction and a comfort that eased Quinn's restless mind at night when Santana's sleeping body couldn't.
Since Bella's birth, the girls had changed, along with their relationship. Now they clung onto each other, knowing each other's habit and tendencies. Knowing every curve and dip of each other's bodies, after numerous nights of molding into one. They had an intuitiveness about each other. Not that it was never there before, but now they made it known; they were aware of the pitches of their voices. Aware of the breathing patterns in each other. Aware of every scar on each other's body. It only made lying to each other even harder. Quinn lied to Santana more than the other way around. She always had to ensure the anxious Latina that she was okay or at least she was going to be okay. And at times, when Quinn knew there was no use of wasting her breath because Santana could read her like a book in her times of occasional dishonesty, she simply sat with her in silence. She sat in silence now, guiltily gazing back at Santana, her eyes begging for forgiveness.
Santana heaved a sigh, feeling weak when Quinn looked so frail this way. She stroked Quinn's hair back, "I'll be right back," she kissed her on the forehead and left the room quickly. It felt like hours to Quinn when Santana left her side. Trying to keep her eyes open, not wanting her dreams to mix in with her memories, without Santana by her side.
Santana came back hurriedly with a tall glass of water and a blueberry muffin. She sat back down next to Quinn, "Here," she handed Quinn the glass of water, setting the muffin down on the bedside.
Quinn obediently sat up in bed, not arguing, and drank the water. To her surprise she was actually quite thirsty and drank the entire glass. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and placed the glass down next to the muffin. She stared at Santana, waiting for more instruction.
"Eat."
Quinn gave her a painful look, "Do I have to?"
Santana grabbed the muffin from the stand and broke off of a piece and held it against Quinn's pink lips, "Eat."
Quinn breathed out heavily and looked at Santana displeasingly, but obliged to her command. She opened her mouth slightly, letting Santana feed her. "I'd rather be eating you," she murmured with a drained voice.
Santana shook her head and giggled, "Just a couple more pieces, okay?" After a few more bites of the muffin, Quinn shook her head when she was too tired to chew. Santana respected her limits and let her lie down.
"My lullaby," Quinn fussed in a childlike manner.
Santana smiled, adoring Quinn and her beauty, even in her times of looking fragile. She hopped off of the bed and walked to her closet, grabbing a guitar. No one, except for Quinn and her parents really knew Santana's hidden talent and love for music and its instruments. Music always spoke when she couldn't form the right words in her head. Music always made sense of everything. Music never failed her.
She sat back on the edge of the bed, still shirtless only in her black bra and red shorts. The smooth wood against her skin felt good and welded easily against her body. While tuning the guitar absentmindedly, she pointed a finger at Quinn quickly, "This is for all the pretty ladies out there," she winked, continuing to pluck and get the right tune. Quinn laughed softly, while at the same time admiring Santana's elegance.
She loved Santana for so many reasons. One of which was her vulnerable side that she only exposed at home with her. In moments like these, Quinn fell more in love with Santana. But the more she fell into this heavenly bliss, the more knots formed in her stomach as she felt her insides tearing apart from hiding guilty pleasures from Santana. Hiding the truth from someone who was so willing to let her in. The guilt was eating at her, but didn't want to impose any more weight onto Santana's shoulders. She was scared of disappointing the one person who loved her unconditionally. The one person who loved her beyond her flaws. The one person who carried her when she was too weak to stand on her own. Quinn didn't want to lose her, but she was beginning to lose herself with this battle against the insecurities and regrets that consumed her wholly.
Santana snapped Quinn out of her thoughts as she began to strum the guitar and began to sing.
"You push me
I don't have the strength to
Resist or control you
Take me down, take me down
You hurt me
But do I deserve this?
You make me so nervous
Calm me down, calm me down"
Santana looked into Quinn's hazel-green eyes that were focused on her as well. She wanted Quinn to not only hear the words she was singing to her, but understand them. She needed Quinn to know how she made her feel. No matter how many times Santana reassured Quinn that she would never leave, she could still feel it on Quinn's skin and touch that the blonde had constant a fear of her sudden absence from her life. She sang the following words with more passion and more emphasis, hoping Quinn was absorbing the emotion Santana was pouring out.
"Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh
So come here
And never leave this place
Perfection of your face
Slows me down, slows me down"
As Santana's hands played the guitar, her words allowed both Quinn and herself to unconsciously float into the same memory they shared together. A memory that never left their minds or their hearts and never will. The first time they became naked with one another in more ways than one.
It had been about a month and a half since Quinn was in the hospital and Santana's parents just left for their vacation, trusting the girls alone with the house. Santana and Quinn sat at the opposite ends of the bed, lost in their own worlds. Quinn was busy reading a book - or at least trying to - while Santana was giggling and smiling as she texted on her phone, laying on her stomach. Quinn couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards whoever was making Santana so jolly at the moment.
"What's so funny?" Quinn asked, looking at Santana's back, her eyes hovering a little above her book.
"Brittany is telling me about how Lord Tubbington got stuck in the cat door at home and how she's trying to use lard to push him out," Santana pushed herself up from her position and crawled over next to Quinn, lying on her chest next to her there, "Look, she sent me a picture."
Quinn put her book down on her lap and grabbed the phone Santana offered. A smile formed across her lips as she looked at the picture of a gray cat's rather large butt with heaps of lard around it. She laughed out loud, giving Santana a warm feeling.
"How's that book of yours?" Santana inquired, looking at the cover that read, Catcher in the Rye.
"I like it," Quinn answered, though she could barely stay focused on the first chapter, her eyes busy appreciating Santana's backside.
"I like you," Santana smiled, lifting her head to kiss Quinn.
Quinn kissed back, holding Santana's face. She pulled away, and laid next to Santana holding a gaze between them, content and comfortable next to her. She grabbed Santana's hand and began fiddling with her pinky, "You haven't brought a guest in since Mami and Papi left," Quinn inquired, shifting her gaze to their hands.
"What do you mean?" Santana replied, with a brow lifted.
"The green scrunchie hasn't made an appearance on our doorknob in a while," Quinn caressed Santana's arm, making the tan girl shiver slightly.
"Why would I need to use the green scrunchie anymore?" Santana replied, her hand now around Quinn's waist.
Quinn shrugged and began toying with the collar of Santana's v-neck white shirt, "Get your rocks off. You used to do it so often before."
"Really, Quinn?" Santana looked at her with a displeased look, "Get my rocks off?" she mocked and laughed, "Your Christian is showing."
Quinn lightly blushed and hit Santana lightly on her shoulder, "Shut up," she murmured against Santana's lips before pulling in for a kiss.
Santana's hand roamed from Quinn's waist to her firm ass and she pulled away from the kiss, "The only guest I want in my bed from now on, is you," she admitted, "I haven't had anyone else since our first kiss."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow as a warm sensation settled on top of her skin and embraced her heart, "Why not?" she was curious.
"Because I love you," Santana replied naturally. Though it had been a while and Santana found it hard to avert her eyes on occasion and resist temptation, she was willing to wait for Quinn, however long it took because she meant something to her. She looked deeply into those bright green eyes that had hints of hazel swimming in them and confessed to her, "I'm yours."
Quinn never felt anything like this. This burning sensation wrapping the insides of her chest, the tickling sensation rising on her skin, heat surfacing her cheeks. She never imagined love like this. She thought she felt it for Finn, but this feeling she held in her heart for Santana was different. It was so foreign, yet familiar. Like a rose bud that had always been there, but only now started blooming.
Quinn wrapped her lips around Santana's and cupped her face lovingly. Santana tugged her closer, pulling her in by her waist, their breasts hard against each other. They could feel each other's labored breaths through the kisses, their tongues and teeth clashing at the right times. At some point during the heated kiss, Santana was on top and her hands began to search for any type of contact. She found Quinn's hands, tangled them with her own and pinned them over her head, smirking into the kiss at Quinn's submissiveness. Santana pulled away slowly, straddling the small girl below her, and still holding Quinn's hands above her head.
Quinn craved more contact; craved her skin against her own; craved Santana's body into hers. She stared into Santana's dilated pupils and beautiful brown eyes, "Santana," it was barely a whisper, "I'm yours," she admitted a little louder, "I love you."
Santana dove into Quinn's neck, gliding her tongue down to her collar bone and began sucking there, in hopes of making a small mark of territory. Quinn reacted by pushing her hips up against Santana's body. "Santana, please," Quinn whimpered.
Santana lifted her body up away from Quinn and looked at her directly, "Are you sure you're ready?" Santana said concerned.
Quinn nodded with full assurance. This felt more right and more natural than anything else in her life. Santana was quick to continue and grabbed the bottom of her white v-neck and yanked it over her head tossing it aside. She then slid her black shorts off as fast as she could and threw them in some random direction as well. Quinn ran her hands all over Santana's abs, treasuring them with every touch. Then she made her way to the hem of Santana's underwear and slid them off of her for her as well. While Santana allowed Quinn to help, she unclasped her bra and let it drop somewhere on the floor. She advanced back to Quinn on the bed and kissed her sloppily, groping her breasts as well. They were still quite firm from the pregnancy.
Quinn moaned to the touch, canting her hips up, seeking contact from anything. She found Santana's leg against her core, pressing hard against her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Santana began to shower her with pecks of kisses from her cheek to her neck, to her shoulders in random order, while tugging at her clothes. Quinn frowned at the loss of contact as Santana stripped her, but found Santana's fervor and aggressiveness extremely sexy. First Quinn's red pajama pants were the first to go, then her bright green cotton boy shorts. Santana nearly ripped off her shirt and almost chewed off her bra.
Once they were naked, Santana took her time with the rest. She peppered Quinn's skin with kisses, a few suckles and a sprinkle of bite marks. Quinn reveled in her touch and dug her short nails into Santana's skin; it didn't matter what part of her body, Quinn just needed to grip onto something, nearly passing out from this contact alone. Santana's hands were gentle, traveling across Quinn's body, as if mapping out and memorizing a new territory. She softly scratched down Quinn's taut stomach that only had a few stretch marks from the pregnancy, but Santana loved these marks. They were marks of true beauty; evidence of life given. She kissed each and every one of the markings before reaching Quinn's inner thighs. Quinn was only a little scared, but trusted Santana entirely, melting into a comfort she never knew with anyone else.
Santana licked her lips, as her eyes witnessed Quinn's readiness for her. She ran her tongue slowly through Quinn's slick folds, earning a yelp from Quinn's voice, her upper body shooting up from the bed. She grabbed Santana's hair in bliss, her breathing short and quick, her body slightly pushing harder against Santana's beautiful lips. Santana found Quinn's engorged nub and applied wet, hot pressure against it, moving it up and down, occasionally in little circles, adjusting speed depending on Quinn's noises and breathing. Santana savored the feeling of Quinn throbbing against her tongue and it drove her mad. She could feel her hair nearly being pulled out of her scalp, so she put in a finger into Quinn, feeling her walls clench around it. Santana pumped at an easy pace and it didn't take long for Quinn to come over the edge.
"San - " that's all Quinn could manage to get out before screaming at the top of her lungs, her orgasm taking over her body as she convulsed on the bed, every single muscle tightening.
When she finally came down from her high, she collapsed back onto the bed, releasing her hands from Santana's head, her breathing still irregular. Santana was immediately next to her, pressing pecks of kisses on her cheek and shoulder, while drawing lazy circles on Quinn's stomach. Quinn was so lost after her high that she hadn't even realized Santana's actions, until Santana's words brought her back to earth, "I love you," she mumbled against her jawline after kissing it.
Before Santana knew it, Quinn rolled on top of her, kissing her with fervor, her hand trailing down to Santana's center that was already soaking wet. Santana spread her legs wider, giving Quinn easier access. Before diving into Santana's entrance, Quinn slid her finger up and down Santana's drenched core, as she bit down on her lip.
"Fucking tease," Santana groaned, her words slightly muffled by Quinn's mouth.
Quinn smirked, and slipped in two fingers into Santana with ease. Santana shook, caught off guard by Quinn's sudden action. "Where d-did y-y-you lea-rn th-th-th-at!" Santana managed to say in between breaths and short gasps at this blissful sensation Quinn was causing.
Quinn licked the bottom of Santana's ear and nibbled it before whispering seductively, "I'm a quick learner," she pushed in and out of Santana at a quicker pace, feeling her walls beginning to cave, "I learned from the best," she husked. A few more thrusts and Quinn could feel Santana close.
"I love you Santana," she said firmly, "I love you so much, Santana Lopez."
"OH GOD!" Santana cried out, clutching onto Quinn's arm that had the same hand inside of her. She felt a fiery heat wash over her and she scratched at anything (bed or body) that she could reach. Santana felt weak, sweat all over her body, her lungs having a hard time regulating her breathing. Now Quinn was next to her, returning kisses and nibbles on Santana's skin.
They had fallen asleep together that night. The first and possibly only time Quinn found sleep easy to wash over her. Their bodies were bare, no covers hiding them from the moonlight that cascaded through the blinds of the windows. Their bodies were one, Quinn's arm tightly around Santana's waist, Santana's arm on top of that arm, holding Quinn's hand, and their legs curving into each other in a comfortable position. They were each other's; they were together; they were one.
"So fall down
I need you to trust me
Go easy, don't rush me
Help me out, why don't you help me out?
Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh
You say 'Go, it isn't working'
And I say 'No, it isn't perfect'
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed"
Santana and Quinn finally floated back to reality, lazy smiles on their faces as Santana sang and as Quinn began to drift off into sleep. But Quinn fought her eye lids from closing. She wanted to stay like this with Santana forever. She wanted to be with her for a lifetime and an eternity. Quinn understood the words coming from the girl in front of her. She understood Santana's vigor and determination to save her from herself and her insecurities. Santana was so strong, but was Quinn strong enough for her?
Quinn was broken; she'd been broken before Bella even existed in her. She was shards of pieces that could cut anyone. And yet, there was one person who showed consistency in her life and never failed to know when she was falling apart. Santana was brave enough for the both of them to glue her back together and make her whole again, but every time Santana tried to put the pieces back together, it seemed that Quinn would hide some vital parts to the puzzle. Things just got so much harder since she lost Bella. She lost perfection. She lost a life that was hers. And now, Quinn didn't know if she still wanted her own life to live.
"Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
I'd give it all away just to get you back
And fake it, fake it all
Take what I can get
Knockin' so loud
Can you hear me yet
Try to stay awake but you can't forget"
Santana watched the girl in front of her, knowing that Quinn was constantly fighting a battle within herself. Aware that Quinn had trouble finding perfection in herself. Aware that Quinn had trouble accepting love and that's why Santana tried to say it to her as frequently as possible. Hoping to embed love into the girls mind and etch it on her skin. Santana wanted Quinn to know the depths of her love, but more than anything, Santana wanted Quinn to stop hurting. She wanted Quinn to stop chasing perfection. She wanted Quinn to stop crying. Santana wanted to take away the nightmares and the insufferable pain she suffered on a daily basis. She just wanted to lift up this huge boulder from her shoulders and let her fly free. Quinn deserved to fly; Quinn deserved to be free of this torture.
"Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh
You say 'Go, it isn't working'
And I say 'No, it isn't perfect'
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed, ooh"
