A/N1: Normally I've been trying to post once a week for the oneshots, but you guys get to get this one now because I had this idea tumbling around in my head thanks to some help and a little prompting I received once it was found out that I paint. So, I figured you guys should get to have it bouncing around in your head as well. Yinge can thank her for this one! Okay, enough chitchat and let's get to the smut!

Call Me Picasso

Quinn's POV

"Hey Quinn, would you mind helping me out with a project of mine? I promise it'll be painless," you say to me. How can I resist when you ask me with those dark chocolate eyes of yours, batting away all seductively. "Fine," I agree. "But I better get rewarded for this!" You just nod in agreement, a glint in your eyes which tells me that maybe this project isn't all that seems. We decided to part ways until I have to meet you at your studio since you need to set up for the project and I need to drop off my things at my apartment.

Once I get to your place, I ring your buzzer for you to let me in. I hear the bzzzz sound and grab the handle to let myself in. As I trek the stairs to your apartment – why the fuck does your elevator never work? – I contemplate about what kind of project you're doing and why you need my help with it. I knock on your door and hear you shout for me to come in. When I enter your apartment, I'm hit first by the scent of lavender and then I see that the room is not lit by the lights, but instead by about a hundred candles throughout the place. "San…?" I question.

"Well, I figured this would help set the mood for the project," you say with a grin like a Cheshire cat.

"And that mood would be wha-?" I start to question but am quickly interrupted by you.

"It would be for you to get naked and pose on that chair over there," you say with a straight face, though I can see you glee in your eyes as a swallow the lump that forms in my throat. "The professor wants us to paint someone. Naked. That way we can 'capture the essence of their beauty.' His words, not mine. But hey, I ain't complaining if I get to see you naked." And there's that glint of seductiveness in your eyes again. I know that painting isn't the only thing on your mind. And the thought of that makes me wet on the spot.

"So, over there on the chair then?" I ask, figuring why not to letting you paint me naked. When you nod your head yes, I saunter over to the chair, figuring that I could have a bit of fun with this as well and make you as turned on as me. I turn and face the wall, quickly stripping off my oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants, leaving me clad in my new red lacy bra and panty set. I hear you gulp, and chuckle to myself because that's the reaction I was going for when I had bought them last week. I just didn't realize you'd be seeing them so soon. But c'est la vie. As I'm still facing the wall, start to slowly use my thumbs to shimmy out of my panties, shaking my ass as I do so. Once they're to my knees, I let them drop and then proceed to reach around for my bra hook. Next thing I know, your hand is covering mine, with your body pressed against me. "I'll take care of that," you murmur before slowly unhooking my bra and letting it drop to the floor as you kiss the back of my neck.

Your lips are gone all too soon from my body and I sigh at the loss of contact. "Okay, so," you say as you step back and clear your throat. "Sit on the chair with your legs thrown over one of the armrests, one arm draped over your stomach and then the other can just hand down if you'd like." I do as you say, but briefly open my legs a bit so that you can see that I'm glistening with want. Once again you gulp, which is starting to turn into a sound that turns me on. I decide to wait though before I make you gulp again, because I do want you to finish your project – only so I can have my way with you after you do.

Watching you intently work on painting me allows me to roam my eyes over your body and to focus on the small things that you do while in the zone. I feel like this is allowing me to see you from a different light because of how intensely you're concentrating right now on getting the picture just right. I'm able to see that you crinkle your forehead and bite your lip while in heavy concentration; your foot taps out a beat that only you can hear; every so often you let out a breathy sigh and crack your neck by rotating it around while at the same time popping your wrists and fingers to keep them loose. I briefly wonder if that'll help them when you finally plunge your fingers deep inside me tonight.

I must have been in my own little world, imaging not only your fingers deep inside me but your tongue as well, for I'm shocked when you're standing at the edge of the chair, shaking my knee and saying my name.

"Would you like something to eat or drink right now? I need to take a break to let what I've got so far dry," you say as you head towards the kitchen part of your studio apartment.

I shake my head no, but still get up to follow you over there, not to start anything, but to stretch my body after sitting for so long. "What's this?" I ask, pointing to a canvas sitting on your big work table that looks like some paint has been splattered across it half-hazard.

"That? Here, come. I'll show you," you say as you grab me by my wrist and pull me in front of you so my back is pressed against your front. I see a few open paint canisters, but don't register what you're about to do until my fingers are dipped inside two of them, up to my palm in paint. "This is a two person job and I think you're the just the person to help." You slowly bring your hands down my arms before placing them on the canvas, guiding my hands across. "Just go with the flow." You dip your hands in a different canister and proceed to do drag your hands across the canvas as well.

Soon, your hand grips my wrist before sliding up my arm, leaving a trail of paint as you go. "What are you doing?" I ask. You place your one of your fingers against my mouth, silencing me, before you trail both hands down the front of my body, from my collar bone to my breasts, to my hips. I throw my head back and sigh at how this feels; the cool of the paint and the warmth of your hands are causing different sensations to occur, sending my already sensitive body into overdrive.

When your hands reach my hips, I grind my ass into your crotch area, hoping that you get the hint that I want more. You gasp at the contact and quickly turn me around so that I'm facing you. "Clothes. Off." I say as I start trying to help you take them off, which ends up in us tearing your old painting button down. But neither of us seems to care once our two naked bodies are pressed against each other.

Your first kiss is searing with want and leaves me gasping when you release my lip with a pop. I immediately latch my mouth onto your neck as your fingers begin to twist and turn my nipples, making them stiffer than they already were. You groan at the way my mouth works across your neck to your collarbone, taking your nipples into my mouth. That groan of yours has now replaced your gasp as the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

All of a sudden, your hands stop their magic on my nipples, leaving me confused as to why. Though my confusion is quickly cleared up when you bend down and grab below my ass, lifting me on to the top of the table. I curl my index finger towards you, beckoning for you to join me, which you quickly do. You grab my wrists with one hand and place them at the top of the canvass, knocking over a paint can in the process. You guide my hands through the paint as you begin to kiss your way down my body, starting with my lips. When you've reached my navel, you let go of my hands, allowing both of yours to roam freely across my body until they reach my breasts and begin to tweak and twist them.

Your mouth continues its conquest of my body, rapidly heading south. Before I know it, your tongue is swiping across the outer lips of my pussy, causing me to gasp at the sensation. You hum at my response, which only causes me to writhe underneath your body. Up. Bite. Down. Zigzag. Circle. Suck. Fast in. Slow out. You repeat these motions, switching them up as you go along. Before I know it, the pressure in my stomach becomes too intense, signaling that I'm about to go over the edge. "Grrrahhhh! SAN-! UH, UH! GOD, DON'T STOP! FUUUU-!" The waves of my orgasm are hard and long, which you continue to stoke, causing tremors to run through my body.

When the last of my tremors have subsided, you lick my slit one last time before kissing my clit and traveling up to lay next to me. I roll over so I'm facing you and grab your face to give you a bone crushing kiss; well, as bone crushing as one can get after feeling like they're limbless from a mind blowing orgasm.

"Thank you," I murmur as I slowly drag my hand down your body, scratching it lightly with my nails until I reach your mound. I drag my fingers through your sopping wet pussy lips and start to lazily drag circles around your clit. I place my lips on your nipples, licking them with alternating broad and hard strokes. It doesn't take long for your body to start to tremor, so I shove two fingers inside of you, alternating between scissoring motions and having them hit your fleshy g-spot. Your walls begin to flutter faster around my fingers, and clamp them in after I give a particularly hard thrust coupled with a clit rub. "Milk it, baby. Ride my fingers. I want to feel your walls tighten around me." That seems to set you off because you start to curse in Spanish, which is something you only do when it's a particularly hard orgasm. I continue to thrust in various speeds and motions, trying to heighten your experience. The moans and sounds you make as you cum are unlike anything I've ever heard. It's an aphrodisiac to my ears, causing me to have a mini orgasm just from hearing you being pleasured.

Once you've come down from your orgasms, you still my hand and slowly pull it out, whimpering as you do so. I want to taste you so bad, so when you bring my hand up to us, I hurriedly place it in my mouth, sucking off all your juices, which causes both of us to moan in pleasure and you to lean over and kiss me to taste yourself in my mouth.

As we lay in comfortable silence for a while, regaining our lost energy, I remember about your art project for school, which then reminds me that we're laying on canvass as well. I get off the table and pull you down well so we can see what the canvas looks like now. But you seem to have a different plan in mind and drag me off into the shower, leaving both paintings all but forgotten.

A few days later while I'm at work a courier service comes to my office, asking if I was Quinn Fabray. I acknowledge that I am, and he then has me sign some tablet before going back outside my office before bringing in a large wrapped rectangular object. Once he leaves, my curiosity gets the best of me, so I go to tear open the wrapper, but see a note attached and go to read that first.

Q,

Thanks for helping out with my project. I got an "A+" for creativity. Though I'm pretty sure the bro got a hard on from it. But who wouldn't because of the sheer awesomeness of my subject? Anyways, as a token of my thanks, here's a little something for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and that every time you look at it, you remember. ;)

xxx

S

Thinking, and hoping, that I know what it is, I hastily tear open the wrapper and pull out the framed canvas. The canvas that Santana and I had painted together.

A/N2: Hey there my readers! Hope you enjoyed that little oneshot there. I know I did, if you know what I mean lol ;) hence why I needed to get it posted. Anywho, on to the comments from chapter ten!

Clover27: I'm glad you thoroughly enjoy my stories. I have a blast writing them! Feel free to drop me a prompt for their sexy times if you ever want to. I like keeping my readers involved.

Guest: A jealous Quinn but not too aggressive? Hmms, okay. I've got an idea of where this could take place. Look for it in a few stories from now.

S. Warrior: LMAO! That's awesome! If it makes you feel any better, I actually write like half of these stories and the Second Wind outline while at work. Yay for Uncle Sam paying me to write lesbian glee fanfic! And yea, I figured Santana would have no shame sometimes since she's from LHA, yo!

Okay my sexy readers, until next time! Stay naughty my friends! ;) xxs