Jealously
If Quinn had to give an award to the best kisser out of everyone her lips ever came in contact with, it would hands down be Santana. Some could argue she was biased by the fact that they were a couple, but Quinn would have honoured Santana with that title even back when they briefly hooked up at Mr. Schue's failed wedding. She may have been confused about her sexuality at that time, but she wasn't confused when it came to kissing Santana.
Quinn smiled against Santana's lips, the two very much in a heated mack session on the couch, "The Sweet Lady Kisses award."
Santana slightly pulled back due to the disruption, "Huh?" She questioned, but didn't give Quinn time to answer, quickly pressing their lips back together.
"Nothing." Quinn whispered, shifting a little to the side so she wasn't fully on top of Santana anymore, using the new position to allow her hand to explore.
Her hand lazily slid from Santana's collarbone, down to her stomach, slipping it under her tank top and splaying her fingers against her taut stomach, letting out an appreciative low moan when she felt Santana flex her muscles. It was one of the very many things she enjoyed about Santana and since her tongue was preoccupied battling Santana's, she used her thumb to trace around the well defined abs, even going as far as dragging her nails across her skin while rolling her hips against Santana's thigh.
Quinn wished she figured it out sooner, how much fun making out with someone could be. She was confused when she shared kisses with guys and could care less about it, but once her lips discovered Santana's it was like fireworks went off and her hands had the added advantage of exploring her wonderful goddess like body, instead of some rough and hairy man beast. With that thought in mind she trapped Santana's bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth, playfully biting while she gently rolled them on to their sides. Now she was pleasantly trapped between the back of the couch and Santana, her hand on a journey to a new destination, and she was grateful that Santana had decided to wear sweat pants tonight, because it was going to grant her easy access.
"I think you love macking more than me." Santana whispered once her lip was free, needing a moment to catch her breath. "Not that I'm complaining." She quickly added as she leaned in once again, slowly swiping her tongue along Quinn's bottom lip, shifting closer when Quinn's tongue met her own, sliding her hand to the back of Quinn's thigh, pulling her leg up to rest over her own.
"Mmhm." Quinn simply murmured gliding her hand to Santana's lower back and finally allowing her hand to dive under the waistband of her pants, grabbing a handful of her favourite asset, pulling a moan deep from Santana's throat.
Santana smiled, pulling back slightly, rubbing their noses together, "Quinn...jeeze." she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut when Quinn leaned up so she could attack her neck, "Again, not that I'm complaining, but my boobs are medically enhanced, you can play with them too."
Quinn smirked, dragging her teeth against tan skin before pulling back, "I know, and I enjoy them too, but your ass is all one hundred percent you." she explained, making sure to give her ass a hard squeeze. "Tight and just fucking sexy."
"Who would have thought a catholic small town girl like you, someone I swore was the queen of all straight people would turn out to be so naughty."
"Hmhm. I blame you." Quinn teased, using her free hand to tangle in the back of Santana's hair to tug her back for more kisses.
"I'll take full responsibility." Santana said shifting impossibly closer.
Just as things were heating up however, Quinn's cell phone began to ding and buzz. If the loud chime that indicated Quinn had a new text message didn't distract her, the vibration against the coffee table did, and it caused the blonde to hesitantly pull back, lifting her head a little to fill her curiosity of who was trying to reach her.
"Rachel?"
Quinn shook her head, "Work." She answered deciding to ignore it, it was Friday night. It was the start of the weekend, the last thing she wanted on her mind was work.
Santana simply nodded happy when Quinn's lips were meshed back together with hers. Although the constant dinging and buzz going off behind her was suddenly distracting and it caused her to pull away, "That's fucking annoying. Your work desperate without you?"
"Sorry, I'll put it on silent." Quinn said reaching over to grab the phone, but it was a little further than she thought and it knocked them both to the ground with a thud.
"Ow."
Quinn sent Santana a sheepish smile, looking down at the girl who broke her fall, "Sorry, San." She lightly laughed as she sat up, manoeuvring so she was straddling Santana's waist.
"Just answer the damn texts and put it on silent." Santana said, reaching up to swipe the phone off the coffee table, wanting to take care of the annoyance herself, but pausing when she read the name on the screen, "Um, this isn't work."
Quinn took the phone from her girlfriend, reading the name that popped up on the lock screen, "Yes it is."
"Since when do you work with an Elizabeth?"
"I had to hire a new secretary."
"What happened to Joel? I liked him. He was gay and wasn't into sexy lawyers."
Quinn put her phone on silent, tossing it back on the coffee table before leaning down, resting her forearms on either side of Santana's head, "He moved back home to go back to school."
"Oh." Santana mumbled, wanting to know more about Elizabeth, especially since she was blowing up Quinn's phone. She didn't remember Joel doing that, but before she could get any information Quinn pushed Santana's tank top up and a tongue was swirling around her belly button and creating a tantalizing path up the middle line of her abs.
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Santana walked out of the bathroom, her eyebrow rising with curiosity at the sight of Quinn leaning back against the headboard, scrolling on her phone.
"Wow." Quinn nodded with approval reading a few of the emails she had received.
Santana walked over to the bed, still proudly flaunting her naked body. It was almost two in the morning, which gave Santana another reason to love weekends so much, Quinn didn't mind staying up pass midnight to get her freak on. It also made her realize just how much stamina Quinn had, because usually after a few rounds Santana was ready to pass out while Quinn was always ready and willing to go for more. She remembered making a comment about that very fact one time that got her into trouble, "No wonder you got pregnant in high school." And it reminded her that Quinn could get worked up super fast, but she could also shut it down just as quickly, and as soon as those words left Santana's mouth, the blonde rolled over on her side and didn't speak to her for the rest of the night.
"You best be looking at porn on there." Santana stated as she crawled back into bed and peered over at Quinn's phone, finding her reading an email. "Really, Q? It's two in the morning."
Quinn quickly read the last sentence and then tossed her phone on the nightstand, turning to apologize, but the look Santana gave her had her reaching back out to put her iphone in the drawer of her nightstand instead.
"Sorry." Quinn said sinking under the covers, "Elizabeth redid all these files for me. I told her it could wait until Monday, but she finished them and organized them and..." she paused when she received another look of disapproval from her girlfriend, causing her to apologize once again, "Work talk is done."
"Why is she emailing you so late anyway?" Santana asked.
Quinn shrugged as she pulled the duvet up a little further, shifting closer to Santana, "She said she has a hard time sleeping at night, maybe she was bored?"
Santana simply nodded as she rolled over onto her side, "Or trying to get into your pants." She whispered, reaching for Quinn's hand when the blonde molded into her back, acting as the big spoon.
"What?"
Santana let out a breath, relaxing into Quinn, "Nothing."
Quinn pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Santana answered, but it took her awhile to fall asleep, her mind making up images of what Quinn's new secretary looked like, pictures of Brazilian type supermodels in short skirts plaguing her mind.
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Rachel watched as Santana paced around in her kitchen, happy with her decision to sit on the other side of the island, feeling safe with the granite countertop in between the two of them since Santana seemed to be in a full on angry rant.
"So!" Santana began as she turned and placed the giant pot on the counter, one Rachel had kindly let her borrow, the petite brunette wondering now if the pot was going to survive the exchange just by the look in Santana's fiery eyes, "Quinn comes home with fucking cabbage rolls for dinner the other night."
Rachel cleared her throat, laying her hands on the cool surface, not sure where Santana was going with this conversation. All she remembered was allowing Santana inside the apartment after she had asked to borrow a cooking pot and some other utensils and apparently Rachel made the mistake of asking her what she was making, because all Spanish and English hell broke loose and it prompted her to distances herself from her friend and just let her vent. Until now that is, as Santana stared Rachel down and somehow Rachel mustered the courage to question her, "Cabbage rolls?"
"Yeah!" Santana bitterly laughed, "Who makes their boss cabbage rolls? Some perra! That's who! Well fuck that."
"Perra?" Rachel questioned with a shake of her head, "Santana I'm sorry, I would love to help, but I am entirely confused."
"Quinn's secretary is trying to make the moves on her!"
"Oh?" Rachel questioned but then her face lit up and her confusion was washed away with a smile, "Oh! Elizabeth? She is such a sweetheart. I met her last week. She made me vegan chocolate chip cookies."
The grip Santana had on the pot tightened, her eyes squinting with rage, "She made you cookies?"
"Vegan." Rachel answered studying the other girl's face, fully understanding the reason for her rant now, "My goodness, Santana, I swear you're about to turn green."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Rachel bit back a smile, not sure if she should tread further into the waters of Santana's attitude. Sure they were close friends now, but sometimes things were better left unsaid, especially now, but also Rachel had a hard time keeping her thoughts to herself, so, "Jealously does not look go on you."
"I'm not jealous."
"You have nothing to worry about, Quinn loves you." Rachel explained, "And when the wine hits her, I get to be the lucky one to hear about just how much she does love you." She said with a small eye roll. True she was a romantic, but Quinn and Santana were almost disgusting to bear sometimes, although that could have been Rachel's own jealously talking, but they weren't talking about her, "Besides ever since Elizabeth was hired Quinn has been coming home on time, plus I don't think Elizabeth is Quinn's type-"
"I don't have time for this." Santana said as she grabbed the stuff she needed and headed for the door, "Thanks, Berry. I'll bring everything back when I'm done."
Rachel quickly stood up walking her to the door, "Take your time." She said, watching as Santana stormed across the hall and back to her apartment. Rachel sighed watching as Santana slammed the door shut, wondering if she had made the right choice when she decided to move across the hall from the couple.
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"Santana?"
Santana looked up at the clock. She had to admitted Rachel was right about one thing, ever since Quinn hired this new secretary the blonde always arrived home at exactly 5:07pm, not a minute sooner or a minute later, where sometimes the norm used to be her coming home one to two hours late.
"It smells good in here." Quinn said as she came to the kitchen, finding Santana in front of the oven. "You made dinner?"
"Your favourite." Santana said with a glance over her shoulder. "Chicken parmesan and spaghetti."
Quinn walked over with a smile, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist from behind, standing on her tip toes so she could peer inside the giant pot of spaghetti sauce, "You made that for me?" she asked, pressing a kiss to her neck, none the wiser that this meal was fueled out of jealously.
"Well yeah. I do nice things for you." Santana stated almost defensively.
"I know." Quinn smiled, pulling away so she could set the table, "We both haven't cooked an actual meal like this in a long time though. It's definitely a welcomed surprise."
"Well with you actually coming home at a decent hour now, maybe we can start cooking more?" Santana suggested as she began to plate the food.
Quinn nodded with a content smile, letting out a breath as she sat down at the kitchen table, "I would actually really like that." she said as she carefully watched Santana, wondering if there was something up with her, making a mental note to bring it up later, because as soon as Santana placed the food on her plate, her stomach rumbled and she wanted to do nothing more than eat her delicious meal.
A few hours later, Quinn sat in front of Santana on the edge of the couch, practically drooling and dazed out since Santana was currently giving her a back massage, one she didn't even have to ask for. After twenty glorious minutes of pampering, Quinn finally stood up, only so she could put her shirt back on and then she slid comfortably into Santana's lap.
"Okay, San." Quinn began, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear, "What's up with you? Not that I'm complaining at all, but you've been extremely affectionate these past two weeks."
Santana shrugged as she snaked her arms around Quinn's waist, leaning back against the couch, "Can't I just love up on my girlfriend without the questioning?"
"You haven't even complained once about being the big spoon so many nights in a row..."
Santana rolled her eyes, "When have I ever complained about such a stupid thing?"
Quinn smirked and cleared her throat, trying her best to imitate her girlfriend, "Quinn, I wants to be the little spoon, yous needs to hold me and hold me good."
"I say that to sound cute...when really I just like the feel of your boobs pressed into my back, but maybe now I like the feel of your ass pressed against me. And I barely talk like that anymore..."
"Yeah huh..." Quinn smiled and she couldn't help but press a kiss to the corner of Santana's mouth. Not only was she being extra loving, but her denying it just made her look cute. "And you just wanted to slave in the kitchen to make me my favourite meal? Is there like a new sex position you want to try out? Because I already told you, I'm down to try anything at least once."
"I think we tried them all." Santana proudly grinned, chewing on her bottom lip with desire, "I wouldn't mind repeating some though." She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
"Well come on." Quinn said standing up and reaching down to pull Santana with her, "That massage was definitely some nice foreplay."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well...I've been sitting behind a desk all day in an uncomfortable chair." Quinn began, her cheeks flushing a little as she crossed the threshold of their bedroom door, "I wouldn't mind sitting on something a little more pleasurable."
Santana gasped, her knees going weak just by the indication of what Quinn was suggesting. It was definitely one of Santana's favourites, "Quinn Fabray I swear you are the naughtiest woman I have ever known and I am so grateful you take your filthy thoughts out on me."
"Always." Quinn winked.
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Santana stood foolishly outside Rachel's apartment, holding stupid vegan cupcakes, ones she pathetically bought at a vegan bakery near her dance studio. She cursed to herself as she knocked on the door, waiting for her friend to answer. She had no idea what was going on with her, but after she heard Elizabeth baked Rachel cookies, Santana just had to protect her territory, even if that meant buying Rachel Berry bake goods.
"Hello, Santana. What can I do for you?"
Santana sighed as she awkwardly handed over the four cupcakes to Rachel. She couldn't believe her life sometimes. She wouldn't even call them frenemies anymore; no Santana and Rachel were good friends. And for some strange reason this new secretary of Quinn's had Santana making her prove it.
"I bought-I bought these for you." Santana said, quickly clearing her throat as she shoved them in Rachel's hand. "Vegan."
Rachel took the box, opening to peer inside, smirking at the sight, "This is quite the generous surprise. Thank you, Santana."
Santana shrugged, "There's a vegan bakery near my dance studio. Don't make a big deal out of it... I just thought you'd enjoy them."
Rachel smiled with a nod, reaching in to dip her finger in some of the icing, helping herself to a taste.
"Anyway, I'm going to go surprise Quinn for lunch." Santana said as she backed up to head down the hallway.
"Santana..." Rachel lightly laughed with a shake of her head, knowing very well where the taller girl's thoughts were. It was adorable really; protective Santana was a sight to see. You were either going to get tough and scary or right now, loving and caring. Rachel and Quinn both preferred the loving and caring side obviously, and it made Rachel giddy, because these cupcakes Santana had just brought her meant that Santana was being protective about their friendship, meaning that Santana cared about her just as much as Rachel did.
"What?" Santana asked looking over her shoulder.
Rachel sighed with defeat, "It's not what you think."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Okay..." Rachel smiled and then proceeded to sing-song, "You're going to be foolishly surprised though!"
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Santana stood in the elevator of Quinn's office building, lucky to be the only occupant in there, giving her time to check herself over in the reflection of the elevator mirror. She was going to wear a dress, but had remembered Quinn had strategically bought her a pair of ripped jeans that rested low on her hips and hugged her ass so tight Quinn always kept her hand in one of the back pockets, even if it was warm out. The tank top she was wearing rested just below her belly button, knowing that not only did Quinn enjoy her backside, but for some strange reason her midsection too. And lastly she made sure to bear an appropriate amount of cleavage, Quinn may have loved her ass the best, but she always caught the blond staring at her chest when it was revealing enough. She pulled her leather coat around her and zipped it up a little, wanting to make an entrance as she approached Quinn's office.
Finally the elevator dinged and her Valentino heels clicked against the hard surface of the floor as she made the familiar path to Quinn's office. It still thrilled her and made her giddy that Quinn Fabray had made it and was kicking ass in corporate America. She was proud of her and the icing on the cake was she was the lucky one who had the privilege of calling her, her girlfriend.
Her fingers were on the zipper of the jacket ready to pull it down and take it off as she rounded the corner, but she was surprised to see the reception desk empty. She pursued her lips and looked around, finally heading to Quinn's open office, finding her girlfriend sitting professionally behind her desk, writing down notes. Santana couldn't help but smile, Quinn was fucking sexy sitting there all professional like and she wondered how long she could get away by just standing there and admiring her.
"Yes?" Quinn questioned sensing a presence at the door, finishing whatever she was writing before looking up, the sight bringing a joyful smile to her face, "Santana, what are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch?"
"Aw, San." Quinn smiled as she stood up, motioning for Santana to come in, "Elizabeth just went out to pick something up for us. I can text her to bring extra."
Santana's face slightly fell as she walked over to Quinn, "Oh."
"Santana..." Quinn kindly smiled, reaching up to cup her face, "Rachel and I have been talking..."
Santana pulled away and shook her head, reaching up to unzip her coat and pull it off. Like hell she was going to admit that she was worried about some secretary. Santana was hot and she was just here to show this new chick just how hot she was and who exactly she was dealing with.
"Really?" Quinn smirked eyeing Santana slowly up and down, "So you just came here to take me to lunch?"
"Scouts honor."
"Okay, Santana, I'll play along." Quinn said, walking back over to wrap her arms around Santana, her hands finding Santana's back pockets real quick causing her to lowly moan, "I'm glad you came. It's a nice surprise."
"Since I'm here, you think I can munch on those edible looking lips of yours for a while? Ya know, have a little appetizer before the meal arrives?"
"Since you made it sound oh so romantic, for a few minutes, yes." Quinn agreed, allowing Santana to lean in and start the kiss, leaving one hand in her back pocket, while the other slipped up to rest on her hip, her thumb brushing lightly back and forth against the bare skin between her jeans and shirt.
Santana kept the kiss going for a few minutes, pulling away to catch some air and rest their foreheads together, "I thought you should know, the ladies are feeling left out."
Quinn smile and couldn't help but take a glance down Santana's top and to the ladies she was referring to, "You've been talking to them have you?"
"They deserve attention too." Santana smirked, reaching down to gently grab Quinn's wrist, guiding her hand along her ribs and towards her breasts, but before her hand could reach the desired destination, there was a knock on the door.
"Ms. Fabray? Sorry to interrupt."
Quinn cleared her throat and pulled away, her cheeks turning a light pink due to being caught, "Not a problem, Elizabeth."
The name caused Santana's head to snap in the direction of the door, the fact that they were interrupted not even fazing her. Her guard was up and her body tensed and she turned to face the girl ready to show off her amazing body and scare this new girl, but as soon as her eyes landed on the "threat", her body relaxed and Rachel was right, she felt incredibly foolish.
"Santana." Quinn began as she reached for her girlfriend's hand, "This is Elizabeth."
"Oh, Santana! I've heard so much about you."
Santana stood frozen with an awkward smile. The image she had placed in her mind about this girl the total opposite of who she was in real life. Quinn's new secretary wasn't a sexy model, far from it. It looked as though she was a retired school teacher, one who would happily help serve in the cafeteria during lunches. This woman was short and chubby in the cutest way possible, her thin brown greying hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her dark rimmed glasses rested just right on the bridge of her nose and soon, two small but strong arms were wrapped tightly around her.
"Hi." Santana quietly said, looking over to see Quinn beaming at the interaction. Santana was definitely caught and Quinn wasn't going to let her live it down. Santana rolled her eyes and finally lightly hugged the woman back, "So you're the one taking good care of Quinn while she's at work."
"Oh, Ms. Fabray deserves nothing but the best. I love seeing women working hard in a man's world." She gushed, as she quickly stepped out of the office and handed Quinn a takeout bag, "I have to keep her fueled and organized if she's going to make it to the top."
"Just try not to butter her up too much." Santana teased, "I wouldn't want her to go home with you one night."
"Oh nonsense." Elizabeth laughed, "The look in her eyes when she talks about you tells me that she couldn't be swept off her feet by anyone but you. Even now with you two in the same room, I can feel the love radiating off of you."
"Okay, this is getting cheesy." Santana said, but her smile never left her face.
"There's enough food in there for the both of you. I'll leave you two alone." Elizabeth said exiting the office, winking at the both of them as she shut the door.
Quinn bit back a knowing smirk, walking over to place the food on the desk, "So, do you feel better now, San?"
Santana turned around to face her, scratching the back of her neck and looking around the room to avoid Quinn's devious eyes.
"Santana, I'm not stupid." Quinn began as she walked over, wrapping her arms around Santana's shoulders, "Even if Elizabeth was gorgeous and your version of a threat, there wouldn't even be a chance that I would do anything with her. And even though you have been acting unbelievably cute these past two weeks, I'm a little hurt you would even think I would do anything to hurt you." she reached out to gently grab her chin, finally forcing her to make eye contact, "And don't even bring up high school. I was so unhappy back then. And I know you know how happy you make me, I wouldn't risk anything to lose what we have."
"I'm sorry." Santana rolled her eyes, letting out a small breath, playfully whining, "She made you cabbage rolls."
Quinn lightly laughed, resting her forehead against Santana's, "You're a goof sometimes." She whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, "I'm proud of you though. You didn't use violence. Instead you wooed me with a bunch of extra attention."
"You're my lady and I know what my lady wants."
"Your lady wants you to join her for lunch." Quinn said, finally pulling back and walking over to her desk, purposely knocking something off as she moved to sit down, "Oh shit, can you pick that up for me, San?"
Santana nodded and walked over leaning over to pick up the stapler that had fallen on the floor, Quinn watching in all her glory as those jeans clung to Santana in all the right places.
"There it is." Quinn practically drooled and Santana stood up straight with a gasp.
"You're obsessed, Fabray!" she said with mock offense, tossing the stapler on the desk.
Quinn grinned, "I just know a good thing when I see it."
Santana smiled and walked over to the desk, sitting on the edge in front of Quinn, "So, Elizabeth is still cute for an older lady... would you ever date a cougar?"
"Santana!" Quinn laughed reaching for the food so she could spread it out on her desk, "Her husband passed away two years ago, she claims it was her one true love. She's retired and all her kids have moved out. She wanted this job because she is bored and has a hard time sleeping at night and honestly she's absolutely perfect for the job."
"Okay, okay." Santana smirked, reaching out to grab a fork.
Quinn stabbed at some salad and then leaned back in her chair, smiling brightly up at Santana, "So you bought Rachel cupcakes?"
Santana groaned with a scowl, "Shut up, Quinn!"
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It was another busy day at work and as Quinn walked out of her office on her way to a meeting the sight of flowers caught her eye and caused her to stop at Elizabeth's desk, "Oh, who sent you flowers?" Quinn questioned with admiration, gently running her fingers over the colourful bouquet. Knowing this lady was widowed and lived alone, it poked at her curiosity.
Elizabeth beamed, taking her fingers off her keyboard to give her full attention to Quinn, "Santana."
Quinn's eyebrows creased with confusion, "My Santana?"
"Yes." Elizabeth lightly laughed, pointing to the card.
Quinn reached out, plucking the note from the bouquet to read it, the writing indeed in Santana's perfect handwriting.
Congratulations on your new job!
Thank you for taking such good care of Quinn while she's at work and thanks for being you.
Santana.
"That was nice of her." Quinn said putting the card back, but she couldn't help but pout as she headed down the hall to her meeting, "Santana never sends me flowers..."
I just want to take the time to thank anyone who has Read, Reviewed, Favoured and Followed this story. It definitely means a lot and keeps the inspiration to keep writing flowing. You guys are the best.
In other news if any of you enjoy Pezberry the author images-in-words has a lot of great stories about that couple. She just uploaded one in particular that is already a favourite of mine about Pezberry going back to Lima for a reunion. Quinn is a big part of that story too and she does a great job at writing her...and she's giving her an interesting love interest. If it can't be Santana, I am so down for the paring she chose for Quinn in this story. Also it's heavy with Fapezberry friendship. Sooo... check it out!
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