Chapter 9:

"Do you want some coffee or something?" I asked the moment we walked in the door. It was all I could think to say. My palms were sweaty and I knew my nerves were showing. Coffee helps with that, right?

"Um… sure?" It was more a question than an answer, but I'm sure she was confused why I was offering her a beverage instead of moving this to the bedroom.

"I don't know if I have decaf. I'm not really a decaf person." I started searching through a cabinet looking for coffee, but not really looking for coffee. "I think I have hot chocolate." I found three packets that had the small marshmallows. "These may be from last winter though. How long is hot chocolate good for? Is it like a Twinkie or do the marshmallows go bad? It's summertime. Do you drink hot chocolate when it's hot out?" I was rambling and I knew it, but I couldn't stop it. I was so used to being in control and being poised and not nervous, but I'd had a crush on this woman since high school and I never thought I'd ever meet her let alone be in my apartment alone with her at night… I felt her arms wrap around my waist and her head rest on my shoulder.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?" I closed my eyes at her touch.

"You're cute when you're nervous."

I leaned back a little and I felt her hold me even tighter.

"I'm not-"

"Oh, you totally are." She giggled into my ear. "It's okay though. So am I."

I turned around quickly in her arms.

"You are? Why?"

She looked at me with that patented Santana Lopez glare which I had seen several times in interviews and on TV, but I was starting to get used to it being delivered in my direction.

"For someone so smart, you are so, so dumb sometimes."

"Is that how you get girls to sleep with you because if so, you should know that won't work with me." I told her.

"We don't have to do anything tonight, Q. I want to and it feels like you do too, but it's been a strange night and a long week so I'll understand if we don't."

"Ah! That's how you get girls to sleep with you. You tell them it's okay if they want to wait. Nice."

She laughed.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed and pulled back releasing my waist. "Stop talking about other girls, Quinn." She laughed, which let me know she wasn't really angry with me. "I'm here with you. I don't care about any other girls. Is this going to be a thing with us?"

"Is what going to be a thing?" I returned the hot chocolate packets to the cabinet and closed it behind me.

"My history? We haven't exactly talked about it, but my life has been public for a long time so it's out there. It's not all true and I really don't want to get into all of that tonight, but if you need to know, then I guess I'll put it out there." She paused and met my eye after looking at anything other than me during her monologue. "There's a big difference between the Santana Lopez the public sees and the real me."

"Which version of you have I been getting?" I asked and gulped. I sort of just said it without thinking.

Another glare was sent my way and then she took a step toward me.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"No." I admitted and I could finally feel myself starting to calm down. I reached for her waist this time and pulled her in. "I was never really a fan of history in school." I told her and I could feel the tension release in her body as I leaned in. "I was, however, a fan of sex ed." Yeah, that slipped out too.

She looked at me with a confused expression.

"That doesn't make sense. They don't teach you how to have sex. Unless… what kind of school did you-"

"Shut up." I leaned in further and captured her lips immediately turning it into a heated kiss and she pushed me back toward the counter. I felt her lips move to my neck and my hand was searching for the zipper on that tight dress.

"It's on the side." She told me between sucking and kissing my neck.

I finally found it and unzipped it all the way. She took a step back and helped it fall to the floor. She was standing there in a white strapless bra and a matching thong.

"Oh my God." I exclaimed it out loud not caring if it was embarrassing that I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I hadn't even seen all of her yet.

"So, which version of me do you want, Quinn?" She asked in a moment of unprecedented vulnerability and I had to return with a glare.

"Do you really have to ask?" I walked toward her, kissed her and started walking us both toward my room. We were more stumbling than walking as she was trying to unzip my dress while she was moving backwards. I practically shoved her on the bed and climbed on top of her. It was fast and heated and I wasn't thinking about anything other than her and what we were doing. It was the first time in three weeks I wasn't thinking about the terrible thing going on in this town. I wasn't worried about anything. It had been a long time since I wanted someone this much. As that thought entered my mind, I stared down at her. She finally found the zipper and was slowly sliding it down my back. I've never wanted anyone this much. Unfortunately to get the dress off, I had to stand up. When I did, Santana moved to drape her legs over the side of the bed and yanked the dress she'd bought me off my body leaving me standing there almost naked standing in front of her.

"Lie down." It was a hushed order, but I was more than willing to comply. She stood and I moved as I was told. She slid her body on top of mine. She stared into my eyes for a second and I wished in that moment I could read her thoughts. She leaned in and kissed me deeply moving her tongue into my mouth and I could feel her hips start to move down. I spread my legs so she could fit between them and through the thin fabric of her thong, I could feel how wet she was. I gasped.

"Are you okay?" She asked at the sound.

"Take this off." Now, I was issuing the orders. I reached around her back and easily unclasped her bra.

"You've done this before, huh?" She joked.

I pulled her body down against mine as I tossed her bra somewhere. I had her earlobe in my mouth.

"I have a history too." I told her. She moved back and looked down at my hips. She practically tore at my underwear to get it off me and stood on the bed, above me in order to slide her thong off and finally, I could see all of her. I leaned myself up to take my bra off and tossed it aside. She moved back between my legs and I thought she was going to lean back in to kiss me, but she moved down my body instead and started sucking on my nipple while wrapping her fingers around the other one and slightly twisting it. "Jesus!"

She was flicking her tongue hard against my nipple and I couldn't help but think what that would feel like a little lower and I felt myself get wetter as she moved to repeat the process on my other nipple before moving back up to kiss me. She used her teeth to nibble my bottom lip and I felt her hand slide down between my legs. She knew I didn't need a lot of foreplay tonight. We could save that for another time if there is another time. Her fingers found their way to my clit and I gasped even louder when started rubbing it hard and fast. She was just as ready for this as I was.

"Oh my God!"

"Quinn, tell me what you want. I want to know." She said it into my ear and bit down gently on my collarbone causing me to yell out again.

"All of it. I want all of it." I wasn't sure if she knew what I meant at first, but then she started rubbing her hand faster against my clit while trying to move down my body. Her mouth ended up on the inside of my thigh and her fingers stopped their movements while she sucked hard and nibbled alternating between the two. Just when I was about to beg and risk dealing with her gloating about that later, she moved her lips over my clit and started sucking. I cried out when her tongue started moving side to side against it.

"God, you're so hot, Quinn." She looked up at me momentarily. I could see her between my half open eyes that forced close as she moved back down and her fingers started moving around my entrance.

I felt like I could come any second, but I knew where she was headed and I didn't want to miss out. Her two fingers slid inside and I could feel her reaching deep and moving them in and out to match the speed of her tongue flicking on my clit. My hands were tightly wound around my sheets. My head was tilted backwards and my hips were lifting off the bed a little more with each movement inside my body. She flicked my clit one more time before lifting her head up and moving back a little. I could feel her thrusts get harder and faster.

"Jesus!" I shouted again. Her fingers curled inside me and I couldn't believe what I was feeling. The truth was that I'd never had an orgasm from inside before. Puck thinks of himself as a master, but he was never able to get me there. Most girls could get me going outside, but no one had ever been able to make me come by doing what Santana was doing right now. I felt a tingling sensation building up and just when I thought it couldn't possibly feel any better, she hit something inside that caused my body to jerk upwards. I yelled out loud enough for people on the street passing by to hear me come. She kept her fingers inside as I came down and I was gasping for breath when I felt her lips back around my clit. "Fuck, Santana! That feels so good. Don't stop." I was still clutching the sheets with my hands when I came again.

She slid back up my body and whispered in my ear.

"We're doing that again." She licked from my shoulder to my neck and sucked on my earlobe.

"Yes!" I agreed and put my hand against my head almost to check if I was okay. "That was…" I hesitated telling her about the orgasm part. I guess I wasn't ready to share with her that she'd just given me my first real internal orgasm. I'd never hear the end of it. Instead, I pulled her back a little so I could kiss her. I felt that tongue against my own and recalled how good it had just made me feel.

"That was what?" She questioned.

"Huh?"

"You just said 'that was…' and then didn't finish the sentence." I could see in her eyes she was genuinely concerned. "I mean, you've been…" She stopped and I could tell something was on her mind.

"Santana, that was amazing."

"Yeah? Did it live up to your fantasies?" That's what she was worried about. I had been terrified of not living up to her expectations and she was worried she wouldn't live up to mine.

I flipped her over and slid my hand between her legs to get her to spread them out so I could slide mine between them.

"You made me feel things I've never felt before." I admitted without giving all the details. I pushed my hips into her and leaned in to kiss her before pulling back. "Now, it's your turn to tell me what you want."

"I want you to do whatever you want to me. I like when you're in charge, remember?" She smiled and kissed me again.

I moved my fingers inside her and moved my hips down as I moved them in and out. I went slowly at first. I wanted to savor this. I heard her moan and I moved in to kiss her deeply. I started moving my fingers in and out faster.

"You feel so good."

"Make me come, Quinn." Her breathing was picking up its pace. I pulled my fingers all the way out and heard her gasp. She did the same as I thrust them back in and curled them inside her and started flicking them in that position until I heard her beginning to get louder and louder. "Oh God! Yes, like that."

"Santana, I want you to come, but not yet."

"What? Why not?" Her eyes opened and looked up at me. I quickly slid down her body and my lips met her clit while my other hand slid up to her breast. I cupped it at first while I started sucking. "Oh shit!" I stopped sucking and leaned up to look at her. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. I flicked her inside faster and she started to moan loudly. I could feel her thighs clench around my fingers. Just as she was about to come, I stopped moving them inside her. "What the fu-?" I didn't let her finish. I moved my lips back around her clit and started sucking again. "Oh God!" I licked from the bottom to the top and side-to-side before I started sucking again. I could feel her moving beneath me and knew she was getting worked up again. I stopped again. "Quinn!" It was an exasperated tone. I could tell she was ready to come, but I wasn't ready to let her. My fingers started moving inside her again. I put my mouth around her clit and focused on getting her almost there inside and out. Her thighs started to tighten again and I knew she was almost there. I pulled out and sat up. "Fuck! Yes! Yes! Right there!" She came loudly and as soon as I could feel her start to come down, I moved to kiss her.

"You're loud in bed, Lopez." I joked as I leaned in and she wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm loud all the time, Fabray." She looked at me like she was considering something. "We might just be perfect for each other, Q."

"Really? Why's that?"

"I'm constantly having to control everything in my life. I'm making decisions all the time. My people, if you can call them that, can make suggestions, but when you're the product, all the decisions come down to you. It's been like that since I left my first label and started my own. Sometimes, I like not having to take control and make decisions. Most girls want me to run the show in bed, but you're not most girls, are you?"

I smiled at her and reached out to brush her hair aside.

"So, you like me telling you what to do?"

"Let's not get crazy, Fabray."

"Well, I guess I feel a little out of control sometimes so it's nice to be in control for once."

"See? Perfect for each other." She restated. I stared at her as she smiled and I watched her smile fade. "What's wrong?" She asked. She must have been reading my expression.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Why do you want to talk about that now? We can worry about that later."

"San?"

"It's at 10, but I can just change it again. I'll stay another day."

"No, you should go."

"Wow! I guess you did just want me for my body and now that you've had it, you're over me." I could tell she wasn't being serious, but that she was hoping I would tell her to stay.

"I want you to stay, but you shouldn't have stayed this long. I was scared to death earlier, Santana. I thought he'd gotten to you and as much as I've loved the rest of tonight with you, I don't want us to take any more chances. It was selfish of me to let you go to that party. I know you didn't need my permission, but I hope that if I would have stopped you, you would have understood and listened." I paused and leaned in to rest my forehead against hers. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Quinn, it won't. I'm okay and I'm just as worried about you as you are about me."

"I doubt it."

"You're a cop chasing a serial killer. Anything could happen, Quinn."

"I want you to get on that flight tomorrow and go back to New York."

"Q-"

"It's for the best, Santana. I want this to continue, I do, but you were right earlier when you said we needed to have a real first date without this whole thing hanging over our heads." I paused. "The truth is you've been my main focus since we met and I need to refocus on the case. I can't do that if you're here and I'm worried about you all the time."

"I hate to sound like a teenage boy, but can we just have sex and talk about our feelings some other time? If I'm leaving tomorrow, that's basically all we'll be doing so I'd like to take advantage of you and I being in the same bed."

I smiled at her diversion back to sex.

"What the hell? You convinced me." I joked and leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Wait!"

"Um… didn't see that coming." I stopped and moved away a little.

"No, it's just… you know what I really want?"

"I thought we established that was sex."

She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Shower sex."

The one good thing about this apartment and really the main reason I got the place was the bathroom. It had 2 sinks even though it was a one bedroom and it also had a separate bathtub and large shower. When I moved in, I changed out the old showerhead with a new, powerful one that was handheld.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I used your shower earlier and let's just say… I was very thorough."

"You got off in my shower?!" I practically rolled off the bed laughing.

"Yes, I did. Have you seen yourself, Q? Before that Rachel interrupted us, I was worked up and then you went to the 'let's talk' place and I had to do something about all the pent up frustration so I climbed in planning on just taking a shower, but when felt what that thing could do, I got creative."

"Oh my God!"

"You'll never look at that showerhead the same way again, will you?"

"No, I definitely won't."

"So?"

"Hell yeah! Let's go."

I jumped off the bed and she ran behind me grabbing my waist as she followed me in.

After another round in the shower, we returned to the bed exhausted from all the activity.

"Have you really never done that before? Isn't that why you bought that thing?"

"Yes, I've done it before, but not like that. Your tongue and your fingers did things I can't really do to myself."

"It's okay. You have me now." She said and I could tell she said it before thinking about it. "I mean, you know… if you want me to or if…" She seemed to be backtracking. "Ah fuck it! You have me now. I said it. It's out there."

I laughed.

"What are you freaking out about?" I asked her while pulling her into my body. Her skin still had droplets of water I could feel as I caressed her.

"I don't know. I don't know if you're the kind of girl that does this a lot or if you're the kind that jumps into relationships or-" She stopped herself. "I don't know what the heck is really going on with you and Rachel. Are you friends with benefits? Are her benefits better than my benefits? Do you want mine exclusively or casually? Do you-"

I laughed even louder.

"Now, who's rambling? Santana, I have no idea what's going on between us, but I like it and it feels right, which sounds terrible given how we met. I am not with Rachel and I guess you'd call it friends with benefits, but your benefits are way better than her benefits." I could see her face light up and it made me a little embarrassed but very happy at the same time. "You made me come like no one else ever has before." The expression on her face was not the one I'd expected to see. I figured she would want to brag or gloat, but instead she just looked surprised as she smiled again. I leaned in to whisper the next part because I couldn't see her expression when I told her. "No one has ever made me come inside. You've done it twice."

She pulled back and looked shocked.

"What?! You've never… Who the hell have you been sleeping with, Quinn? Jesus!"

"Yes, you were the first." I confirmed. "And technically the second."

"And the third?" I heard as she used two fingers to dance over my skin.

"Give me a minute and we'll talk."

"Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want you to take me to the airport tomorrow. I'd rather say goodbye here. There weren't any paparazzi at the party tonight. At least none that I saw, but there's a good chance someone took pictures of us dancing, which means you'll be on TMZ or Perez soon if you're not already."

"Oh shit, I didn't even think of that."

"Too busy thinking about everything else going on. I should've prepped you for it, but I didn't really want too. I was afraid if you thought about it too much, you wouldn't want to go and I really wanted you to go."

"It's okay. I can deal."

"Yeah? Cause it's kind of a pain in the ass, but it's a part of my life."

"I'll worry about it later. Right now, I think I'd just like to fall asleep. You've worn me out."

She rolled over in my arms just as I closed my eyes.

"Quinn?" She used a half-whisper.

"Santana, I cannot have sex again tonight. I am exhausted."

"No, that's not what… God, you must think I'm a damn sex machine."

"If the showerhead fits…" I smiled with closed eyes.

"You're a comedian now. A cop, a lawyer and a comedian? Overachiever, Fabray."

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to say good night."

I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me.

"Good night, Santana Lopez."

"Good night, Quinn Fabray."