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Late into the night on Saturday, as three women were sitting in the living room alone, the front door opened and there was Santana, carrying back things she brought with her the day before. As she didn't have any time to bring her clothes, she was in the same clothes as earlier, but her hair was messy.
She focused on taking off shoes and trying to ignore her wives' looks on her, so she didn't notice Rachel approaching her.
''Where the hell have you been, Santana? We were worried'' she said taking Santana's jacket from her and putting it on the stall.
Looking at her wife's eyes, Santana put her bag on the floor and lifted herself up and kissed Rachel.
''Sorry, my phone died'' she replied backing off of brunette.
''And where have you been?''
''In the office'' Santana said as they began walking toward living room.
''You could call from office, Santana. Don't do this anymore'' Rachel pleaded and they entered room, and Brittany soon jumped on Santana, hugging her.
''I'm glad you're back'' she smiled as Santana hugged her back.
''Sorry'' Santana said and lit a cigarette, taking a seat next to her. Revealing a smoke, Brittany made a disgusted face and waved her hands through air.
Quinn continued watching TV, not giving any attention to her wife. They sat in silence, none of them taking chances to speak. Rachel would often glance at Brittany, pleading her with eyes to start a talk, but the blonde didn't dare. She knew if they start arguing again, it'd end the same as before.
So silence continued. The only sounds were the sounds of Santana's exhaling smoke and the sound from TV. When Rachel saw that Santana needed ashtray, she stretched herself across the couch to reach small table next to it, along the way straddling Quinn.
''Ops, sorry'' she said and took ashtray and handed it to Santana. Quinn just glanced at Santana's form and looked back at TV, where she didn't even know what she was watching. It was all the act, she waited for Santana to talk.
Again none of them spoke. Minutes passed, Santana stubbed out the cigarette and leaned on couch, stretching and producing small moan along. Brittany giggled and poked her stomach playfully, which made Santana giggle, too.
''Did you sleep last night?'' Brittany asked as Santana snuggled into her embrace, settling her head into the crock of blonde's neck. As in response, Santana yawned, again loudly and shook her head.
''I didn't. I was finishing all work I had, so I didn't have any time'' she replied closing eyes.
''Did you finish what you had to finish?''
''Yeah.. I'm glad I did, though, it was such pain in my ass.''
Brittany giggled and poked Santana's back. She started slowly going up-down on Santana's back, which relaxed the Latina. She spent the whole night working in office, sitting on chair with laptop, so it wasn't comfortable at all.
''Would you like some tea?'' asked Rachel standing up from couch and putting on her slippers. She looked at each of the individually and received three nods. She disappeared in the kitchen silently and Quinn started switching channels on TV.
Not really interested in anything what's on TV, she put on some random programme, and straightened herself on couch. Santana slowly opened an eye, looking at Quinn, who now had her head buried between her knees. Brittany sensed Latina watching blonde, so she looked up at her, too.
''Q, you cold there? Come on our couch, it's way more comfy on this one'' Brittany tried to sound as relaxed as possible. She hoped Quinn would accept offer without hesitating, it'd be way more easier to solve at least one part of the tension.
Along with Brittany, Santana waited, but secretly, for blonde's answer. She was hopeful, but closed her eyes in Brittany's embrace, just in case if Quinn decides to come.
Hearing her name and question, Quinn lifted her head up from her knees and looked into Brittany's eyes and than at her hand, which was tapping on the seat next to Brittany, showing Quinn to come and sit there. Without thinking about, Quinn slowly got up from couch she was sitting on and dragged herself on the spot Brittany was showing her.
Brittany lifted her arms, so she made little room for Quinn's body to lean on. As blonde relied on her, Brittany embraced her softly and Quinn's head fell on her shoulder, so she was practically an inch from Santana's face.
They sat in other wave of silence, just listening to each other's breathing. There was small lump and then Rachel appeared and walked to them holding the tray in which were four cups of hot tea.
''Oh'' she tried to prevent words coming from her mouth when she saw how they were laying. Brittany looked up at her, smiling at her funny face. Placing tray on table, she caused Santana to open her eyes.
''Tea's still hot, we'll have to wait a little bit'' Rachel said.
''Okay, come, sit here'' Santana said pulling legs to herself, so there was seat for Rachel next to her. Rachel sat down, but couldn't find right position, so she started moving uncomfortably.
Laughing silently, Santana shifted in Brittany's embrace, and lifted leg and placed it behind Rachel, so Rachel was between her legs.
Minute after minute, they again just listened to their breaths and knocks of Rachel's necklace, as Santana played with it, on smaller brunette's neck.
Brittany trailed off her hand over Quinn's stomach, slowly lifting her shit and trailing over her bare stomach. It wasn't that sexual, just feeling the body.
Leaving necklace alone, Santana groped over Rachel's chest, then over her shoulders, slowly caressing arms and then again her chest. Rachel's breathing fastened, as Santana's hands went under her shirt and she didn't wear bra.
Feeling that her nipples hardened under her touch, Santana chuckled silently in Rachel's hair, making brunette shiver again. The Latina continued massaging her chest, dragging her hands to brunette's stomach and then all the way back.
Brittany sensed moving and looked at her right side at brunettes. She felt somehow excitement, seeing Santana's hands on brunette's breasts and Rachel's chest raising up and down.
If it wasn't for fight, Brittany would continue enjoying her view and massaging her wife, possibly some more then, but she knew they needed to talk. She moved her body a little bit, making all three of them move too.
''I think tea is ready to drink, right?'' she said in her exciting voice, glancing over her wives.
Rachel giggled and nudged Santana to reach for her cup of tea, which Santana did and took by the way her cup. Quinn stretched her arm and then sat straight on couch, making Brittany too. Santana groaned because of Brittany's changing position, but sat straight anyway.
They took sips of tea, making at least some louder sound in the room. Probably the loudest that night.
''Oh God, I forgot to put sugar in it'' Rachel slapped herself in the face. ''Shit.''
Brittany laughed and stuck out tongue. ''I was just going to say that I need sugar. I tastes poor, eww'' Rachel laughed and got up, ready to go to kitchen, but Brittany stopped her.
''Remember we spent the last box of sugar this morning?''
''We did? Oh my God, I had no idea. You know I can't carry all by myself that big bag of sugar...''
''So, you want me to help you?'' Brittany asked playfully, lifting from couch. She was met by Rachel's hand to help her get up. Accepting it, she raised herself up and stole kiss from Rachel.
''You're making me pay for help?'' said Rachel and slapped Brittany's butt playfully, as blonde passed by her, making her way to the kitchen.
''You owe me at least three more kisses, since I got up from so comfy couch'' Brittany continued talking as Rachel followed her in tiny jumps and squeals.
As soon as they disappeared into the kitchen, the living room went silent and that's when Santana realized she's left with Quinn. Alone. They didn't even glance at each other since Santana came home, except that one secret glance from Santana.
As Brittany's seat was empty, they were close to each other. Quinn put her cup on the table, leaned onto couch and didn't even bother looking up at the TV, it'd be too lame.
Santana did the same. She suddenly felt hot and she realized she was still in her jeans. Bucking her hips up, she undid the button and pulled jeans down, leaving them on ankles and then kicking them off. She did the same with her shirt, so she was only in her underwear.
Quinn caught with eye Santana's bare tanned legs and quickly looked up to see if Santana was looking her. But she wasn't, her face was turned on the other side, like she was looking at something. Thanks God, Quinn told herself mentally and then quickly again, took chance to ogle Santana's, now, very obvious cleavage. Her mouth watered at the sight of Latina's big breasts, even if she had bra on.
Her white underwear gave her dark body special effect, it was such contrast and Quinn adored it. She lost herself in thoughts about her wife's body, so she didn't even notice Santana looking at her. Soon as she realized what she was doing, she turned her stare away, avoiding Santana's eyes.
''Sorry'' she muttered and pulled knees to herself.
Santana chuckled and inch by inch dragged closer to Quinn. ''It's legit, you know?''
''What's legit?'' Quinn, for the first time that night, looked at dark brown, almost black, eyes.
''For you to stare at me. My boobs. I'm your wife, you have every right'' Santana chuckled again. Quinn smiled nodding, and then felt Santana's arm on her.
Santana took her hands in her own, playing with her fingers, not removing her gaze from their hands. They didn't talk, Santana was doing that, but it was different. It was that moment, in which Quinn could sense Santana's apologizes in air. Somehow. Or it was impossible, but for her it wasn't. Leaning closer and putting Quinn's hands around her waist, Santana breathed slowly in her ear.
Quinn trembled as Santana's hot breath was on her skin, she could feel hotness pulsating through her body.
It was usually like that. It's what maybe, time does. They got used to their touches, there wasn't a single day that didn't contain touch between them. It was habit, their habit to feel each other. To know they are each others'.
Quinn stopped breathing on second, as Santana's hands moved her own over Latina's body. It was different, like all new exploring of a place they have never been to. Santana's hands stopped moving and she inhaled slowly.
''I'm so sorry for yesterday'' she whispered in blonde's ear. ''I was nervous. And stupid. I didn't have to do that what I have done.''
As she talked, Quinn slowly nodded, in agreeing and as in reflex. Finally when she realized what Santana was talking about, she slowly drifted apart from her, and looked at her eyes, her hands still under Santana's touch and now on Santana's hips.
''I –'' she didn't know what to say. To apologize? She didn't do anything wrong. That's what she thinks. To accept Santana's apologize and say she did a mistake? Somehow it wasn't Santana's fault that she had that much job and that she was stressed. But it was her fault that she yelled on her, slapped her daughter and went away.
Santana caught Quinn's undefined expression and nodded. ''I understand. You don't know what to say, how to react. But I realized I did a mistake. For going away and for denying my fault.. and I'm sorry. It's just my head was a mess –''
Quinn kissed her, her fully lips which trembled as she was talking. Quinn groped her waist roughly, feeling her. Santana closed eyes, moving her lips with Quinn's, and casually ravel her hands in blonde's hair. In between breaths, Quinn started pushing Santana on her back, pinning her down on couch. Eve in situation like that, Santana hesitated, she was used to fight with this blonde for dominance. Knowing she wasn't in that position, she gave up and slowly leaned down on couch, never breaking kiss with her.
After few more thrusts of her tongue in brunette's mouth, Quinn was satisfied with kiss and deepened kiss with champ.
Santana licked her lips as Quinn leaned beside her on her left arm, her hair little messy from all pulling. She looked at blonde's eyes and she could tell that they were smiling. Quinn's heart was smiling.
''Thank you for being an angel'' Santana whispered and quickly stole another kiss.
Then Quinn stole back the kiss.
Santana stole back.
Then Quinn.
Then Santana.
''Wooh, Rach, I think we came in the wrong moment.'' Brittany giggled as she and Rachel walked in the room hand in hand and in other hands little box of sugar and spoons. Rachel grinned at sight and they sat on couch, nudging their legs in the corner.
Quinn giggled as Santana stole kiss again, giggling also. Brittany put sugar in each cup, mixed it and handed to them.
Glancing on the floor, Rachel howled as she spotted clothes. Brittany followed her gaze and chuckled.
''We were in kitchen for ten minutes, and you already had time?'' Brittany asked playfully and tickled Santana's bare stomach. Quinn laughed and took sip of tea, placing it on table after.
''We didn't do anything'' blonde answered and pecked Santana's lips quickly again.
Smirking at losing in game, Santana looked over them. ''I was hot and I undressed and then this weirdo over here'' she pointed at Quinn, who giggled, ''jumped on me, stealing my kisses.''
Rachel squealed and Brittany giggled.
''Is everything fine now?'' Rachel asked hopefully and placed cup on the table.
Room felt so warmer now that they were talking, without distance and thinking who will say something wrong or who will leave house. They sensed Santana's calmness now and it felt right.
''Yes. Stealer over here'' at that Santana laughed lightly, ''admitted she was wrong yesterday. She apologized. That's the only thing I wanted.''
Santana nodded and kissed her softly, shifting on couch. Brittany and Rachel glanced at each other, smiling.
Pulling from kiss, Santana turned her gaze on other two. ''I want to apologize for what I said yesterday. You know I didn't mean that. We are adults and everything's serious. There's no job that is better than other. And I was stu –''
''No, S, we understand. You know we do'' smiled Brittany and leaned on Santana's legs, catching her lips with her own. They moved their lips together, breathing in each other's mouth. Brittany pulls away after another heated minute of warm lips and tongues pressing against one another.
Santana and Quinn straightened themselves on couch, so they could make more room for other two to sit. Grinning from ear to ear, Rachel sat next to, now smiling bright Quinn and Brittany leaned on Santana's shoulder. She was glad it ended well.
''We really shouldn't watch this'' Victoria whispered as she, Alexis and Emily stood on top of stairs, from where they had perfect view on the living room. They arrived there just when Brittany and Rachel were about to leave room to find sugar.
Santana was undressing herself and Emily put a hand over her eyes.
''Are they gonna have sex, Al?'' she whispered and Alexis burst out laughing and Victoria slapped her head.
''How are they gonna have sex, when they are mad at each other, you idiot!'' Victoria spat back whispering.
''Mami is getting naked and –''
''Shh, she isn't! Shh she's moving closer to mom.''
''Oh.. I don't get it, they are in fight, but they look like they are about to kiss.''
''It's adult thing, blondie. Shut up.''
''Tori, you talk like you're older than her. Shut up.''
''We're twins, you idiot –''
''They are kissing!''
''Oh my God.''
''I don't need to watch this. Gross.''
''Way to be homophobic, Tori. You practically live with lesbians.''
''I'm not homophobic, I just don't wanna see my mothers having sex. Ewww'' Victoria straightened up and quickly hid in the corner.
Few minutes later, they spotted them talking and then again kissing. Emily rolled eyes and stood up, following Victoria in her room.
''They're like kids'' commented Victoria as they came in their room, where Ina was sitting with the laptop in her lap.
Ina glanced towards them and grinned. ''Have they killed each other yet?''
''No way, you wouldn't believe it, but they're about to fuck.''
''Emily, watch out language. And yeah, ewww'' smirked Victoria and sat on her bad, putting out her nail painter collection.
''You behave like you're old granny, Tori'' spat Alex as she pulled out her Play Station and connected it on screen, starting some God knows which game.
''Shut up'' smirked Victoria. Emily cheered in Alexis's favour, grinning and receiving glare from her older sister, Victoria.
Emily, as the youngest of teenagers was always in between them all. Sometimes, she's on Alexis's side and then other times she's on Victoria's. Their moms tried to teach them to not make difference between them, because Emily was only year younger than twins, but it was very unsuccessful. Being the oldest of children, Ina is the only who personally didn't get any difference between her siblings. They all had some saint respect and admiring towards her.
''At least they patched up'' Ina grinned from her bed and girls nodded in agreement.
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