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I'm going to try to update My Dirty Little Secret today, but I can't make any promises. I'll post Santana's Scheme as soon as it gets back to me. I won't be able to update tomorrow because my mother wants to completely change the lay-out of my room, so basically redecorate it. I might update in the evening, but I'm not sure.
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"I like the way your dirty mind works," Santana whispered before planting her elbows next to Quinn's head and leaning down to softly bite her lower lip. She proceeded to kiss Quinn deeper, her tongue slipping inside easily. She slowly, but thoroughly grinded her hips into Quinn's.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Quinn panted as Santana's lips moved to her neck to assault her there. The blonde's nails were leaving marks on Santana's back as she pressed their bodies closer together to increase the friction.
Santana reluctantly let go of Quinn's delicious neck, her only reason for doing it in the first place being the thought of what was going to happen next. She took a moment to look at Quinn, really look at her. "You're so fucking beautiful," she said, allowing a finger to trail Quinn's nose.
"Santana," the blonde groaned. "I appreciate your compliments but now is not the time. I need you to fuck me and I need you to fuck me now."
Santana grinned as she got off the bed. "I love it when you're desperate, Fabray. I love how... vocal you are about your needs."
"If only you would stop talking and start fulfilling them," Quinn whined.
Santana smirked. Okay, Quinn had loosened up considerably since Nationals in junior year, but back when they had just been fuck buddies, she'd never been like this. Most probably because it was always Santana making the first move.
Santana got herself ready and before Quinn knew it, the familiar weight was back on her body. She bit her lip and bucked her hips lightly as she felt the dildo brush against her sex. She looked up at Santana through half-lidded eyes, her hands finding their way to her breasts.
"You're so fucking sexy," Quinn breathed. "Let's never go this long without sex again."
Santana smirked and cupped Quinn's sex, her palm pressing down on her clit firmly. Quinn's hips jerked and she threw her head back. Santana dragged her fingers through Quinn's folds to feel how wet she was, quickly entering her with two fingers to immediately remove them again, in the meanwhile pressing a hard kiss on her belly button.
"Hm... so wet, Quinn. Me gusta," Santana murmured as she moved her body to hover over Quinn. She grabbed the dildo around the base and moved it so the tip met Quinn's clit, rubbing it softly.
"Fucking hell, S-san-OH!" Quinn writhed and gasped in surprise when she felt Santana enter her. She inched it in slowly, allowing Quinn to get used to the size. Santana put her hands on Quinn's hips firmly. Quinn whimpered when it was entirely inside of her. Santana pulled out only to enter her again, a little bit more forcefully this time. She trailed her hands upwards until she had reached the blonde's arms, moving them to ultimately pin them above her head. She kept thrusting her hips as she firmly grabbed Quinn's wrists with one hand, the other one moving down to rub her clit.
"Holy motherfucking – sweet – fuck – oh shit – oh God – uh – yeah – harder" Quinn moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as Santana increased her pace gradually. The Latina leaned down to bite down on Quinn's nipple, simultaneously pinching and then rubbing her clit. Quinn felt that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure surge through her body. Santana panted as well, the insert granting her some well-deserved pleasure as well. They were both incredibly close. Santana's thrust became erratic as she lost all control over her body. Quinn climaxed first with a growl and a string of profanities that sent Santana over the edge as well. She collapsed on top of Quinn, her body still pumping in and out of her slowly, lightly. After a few minutes, she mustered the energy to roll off of Quinn and remove the harness.
"Do we have to cuddle now?" Santana wondered.
"Depends," Quinn shrugged. "Do you want to?" Please say you want to.
Santana turned around and took in the sight of a thoroughly fucked Quinn. The sex hair, the hazy eyes, the lazy smile. She couldn't help but smile herself. "Yeah. I do."
She crawled over to Quinn and wrapped an arm and a leg around her girlfriend. She pressed their bodies snugly together and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder, cupping her jaw and turning her face to kiss her lazily.
"Next time I'm on top," Quinn whispered against her lips.
"Don't think so," Santana muttered, stretching her limbs without letting go of the blonde. "I'm a top."
"So am I."
"I would've sworn you were a bottom just a few minutes ago when you were screaming my name."
"That's because I know you like being on top and I thought I'd grant you a pleasure. Next time I'm on top or we won't be having sex at all."
"Quinn," Santana whined. "Threatening to withdraw already? Again? And wasn't it you who said never to go this long without sex again?"
"But I want to be a top next time," Quinn pouted, throwing in her puppy eyes as well.
"No, Q – don't. Don't even try that. It won't work."
Trembling lower lip.
Sad, downcast eyes.
"Oh, come on now, Quinn, don't be like that."
Shrug.
Turning her back on Santana.
Body shaking lightly.
"Hey, querida... don't... I'm..."
"I just want to be on top next time," Quinn said in a small voice, the kind that kids use when they tell their parents they just want that one plushie.
Santana knew she was being played, but she just couldn't take it. "Quinn... look at me."
Quinn didn't turn around, so Santana grabbed her shoulder and pulled her girlfriend towards her, forcing her to look her in the eye.
Oh shit. Moist eyes. Moist, sad eyes – still with that look of a kicked puppy. Still those trembling lips. Fucking hell, this was impossible.
"Fine!" Santana huffed. "Fine. You can be top next time. Jesus Christ, you're a cruel one, Fabgay!"
Quinn immediately broke into a smile and lunged herself at Santana, peppering her face with kisses. When her excitement died down, she rested the palm of her hand against Santana's jaw, looking her in the eyes. She softly trailed her face with her fingers, following the lines, her eyes moving along.
"You're really beautiful, San," Quinn said softly, subconsciously biting her lip. "I don't... I don't understand why you just threw yourself at everyone. You deserve so much better than that."
"Yeah, well, I've got the best now, haven't I?" Santana grinned, snaking her hand behind Quinn's neck to pull her down for a slow, deep kiss.
They made love again.
And again.
And again.
Until they were both too hungry to ignore it. Once they had eaten something, they went for it again. They had a lot of catching up to do.
One week later, Santana was trying to escape Alice, a blonde who could not stop babbling. She was in some of her classes and somehow always managed to find a seat next to or near the Latina. She was nice enough, but all the talking was just too much sometimes. She was about as bad as Rachel fucking Berry, with that difference that she actually used normal words. Of course Santana was nothing but a bitch to her, but it didn't discourage Alice in the least.
She didn't hide the fact that she liked Santana – a lot, and in that way. Quinn had noticed and had said something about it, but had dropped it when Santana ensured her favourite blonde that she wasn't interested at all.
"... so the band was called The Particles, but then they thought that name sounded like they were trying to be intelligent and they weren't, 'cause they only really cared about beer and chicks, so they began fighting all the time and finally, Joey left, which was awesome 'cause he was a pain and then we all decided to just start a new band. So we had to look for this bass player, and we were holding auditions in that small bar-"
That's when Santana tuned out. She couldn't suppress a huge grin when she recognised Quinn, who was waiting for her across the hall, trying to look like she wasn't waiting at all. Just at that moment, Quinn turned around, saw Santana and walked over to her.
Alice was just complimenting Santana on her wonderful arms when Quinn caught up with them. To Santana's surprise, the blonde wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her in for a searing kiss in the middle of the hall, surrounded by other students. They didn't hide their relationship, but they weren't the kind to hold hands, whisper and giggle all the time. Quinn deepened the kiss, snaking her tongue around Santana's. She massaged it, enjoying the sensation. She finished the kiss with a soft nibble on Santana's lower lip and a quick peck.
"Hi," she smiled as she pulled back from the kiss.
"H-hi," Santana stuttered, cursing herself. Her eyes were very telling: What are you doing?
"Oh, hi there, I hadn't seen you! Are you a friend of Santana's?" Quinn, using her sickeningly sweet HBIC-voice, asked Alice. Alice was still standing next to them, dumbfounded, her jaw nearly on the floor.
"I'm Alice... I'm in a few classes with Santana."
"Funny. She never mentioned you before. But well, so many things happen at university, it's no wonder the minor details slip her mind. It was nice meeting you, but we have to go now. I have a little surprise for my girlfriend," Quinn winked, emphasising the last word.
Santana didn't even say goodbye to Alice as she walked away with Quinn. When they left the building, Santana seemed to have regained her composure.
"What was that?" Santana asked, a smug grin plastered on her face.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I was just so sick of her. Thought I'd give her a hint to back the fuck off."
"More girls should flirt with me like that if this is what I get," Santana mused.
"Oh please, like you don't get hit on every other day."
"Then maybe we should make a statement," Santana said thoughtfully. Quinn knew that look – a plan was forming in Santana's head.
"What do you suggest?"
"I think I know just the way to let the world know we belong to each other," Santana smirked devilishly.
A/N 2: You all know who Alice is... disclaimer to Showtime and Ilene Chaiken.