"Quinn! Where the hell are you taking me?" Bridget asked nervously, grasping Quinn's hand securely in a death like hold, squeezing her hand harder when the only response she received was a mischievous giggle. "God, you really don't forget anything do you?" Bridget hissed when her heel's almost missed a step.
Quinn's happy laugh echoed from walls as her mind raced back to when Bridget had blindfolded her so many years ago, she chuckled at the memory. She knew the British girl must have had some idea where she was leading her, but then again knowing Bridget the way she did, the thought probably hadn't even crossed her mind.
'Flashback'
"Where are we going?" Quinn squealed nervously as Bridget carefully led her inside.
She had no idea where she was as Bridget had insisted on blind folding her once they were half way there, but she had to admit she was excited. She could feel the warmth hit her, signalling that they were indoors and she could hear the low murmur of people discussing tattoo's for god knows what reason.
"Wait and see." Bridget smirked and Quinn rolled her eyes behind the blind fold, knowing Bridget was enjoying this suspense thing greatly.
"Right, mind the step. Small step down." Bridget spun herself around to the front of Quinn and gently held both her hands, encouraging her as the blonde carefully stepped down onto wooden floors.
Suddenly the absence of Bridget's hands startled Quinn and she stretched her arms out searching for the toned, tanned girl. She could just hear Bridget's raspy laugh to her right and she turned around.
"Right, let's get this of you before you knock something over." Bridget chuckled, approaching Quinn from behind.
Quinn's sense of direction had completely disappeared and she jumped as Bridget's hands gently caressed the back of her neck by accident.
"Surprise!" Bridget smiled, flashing her perfectly straight, pearl white teeth.
"Oh my god, is this what I think it is?" Quinn glanced around the small room.
There were posters displaying different tattoos, belly bars and earrings and a black leather chair in the centre. Against one wall there were cabinets and against the other there was a sink and a mirror. The step Quinn had descended into the room led back out into a waiting room which contained cream carpets, six chairs and a drinks machine. A tattoo covered woman was sitting on a chair next to where the clients would sit and she was also grinning at a shocked Quinn.
"Surprised?" Bridget smirked, giggling as Quinn looked around not knowing what to say.
"God yes! I thought we were going to get dinner." She laughed, despite her surprise and disbelief.
"I promise you we will." Bridget answered smiling, before turning to the waiting woman.
"I want to get another phrase beneath the ones I have." She stated and the woman nodded.
"White ink again?"
"yes please"
"you have tattoo's?" Quinn was surprised even more so now. She'd never realised before.
"Yeah, but their abit different."
Bridget was clearly amused by Quinn's face as the girl scanned her body for any signs of a tattoo.
"Where?" Quinn breathed, clearly intrigued.
"On my back, between my shoulder blades."
Quinn's eyes latched onto Bridget's back, willing her to take her top of. Bridget chuckled.
"You'll see in a minuet." She smiled making Quinn's heart flutter excitedly for a reason she didn't understand.
"So have you got the other quote written down?" the woman asked professionally. She'd obviously done Bridget's other tattoo's or atleast done one before.
"Yeah, here it is." Bridget pulled a crumbled piece of paper from her back pocket and handed it to the woman. The tough looking woman unfolded the piece of paper and scanned the choice of words carefully.
"Lovely choice."
"Thanks." She breathed, nervousness hitting her slightly. This was going to be her third yet she still got nervous.
"Right, get comfortable so we can start. Is your friend okay with watching?"
Bridget swung her head round to glance back at Quinn who hastily replied firmly.
"I want to stay here."
"Okay, say if you get a little queasy." The woman grinned, but Quinn's eyes were fixed on the beautiful girl in front of her.
Bridget unbuttoned her long denim shirt which she was wearing paired with cream uggs (real of course) and leggings.
Quinn's mouth suddenly felt dry as the shirt fell away from the brunette's shoulders revealing soft, tanned skin and a black t-shirt bra. Quinn could only see her back from where she was standing and was extremely grateful for that. She was already hotting up.
"Can you see them?" Bridget's raspy voice asked as she pulled her luxuriously thick, long, hair out the way.
"No." Quinn burrowed her brow in confusion. What was the girl talking about?
As she walked closer to where the brunette was sitting she realised the white tattoos across the girls back. She had to look closely, but she could see two lines of quotes, both in different languages. She recognised one as Spanish which didn't surprise her too much. It was Bridget's mum's native language and the British girl knew it fluently.
"Wow." She breathed, reaching out to run her fingers across them unconsciously. Bridget shivered at the light contact.
"They look amazing." Quinn's dry mouth just about whispered.
Bridget's raspy laugh brought Quinn back to earth.
"You like them?"
"I love them." Quinn smiled softly, connecting their eyes together in a tender stare.
Before she knew what she was really doing, she leant forward and kissed Bridget's cheek so softly it was hardly able to be felt.
Bridget sat there with her eyes fluttering closed as Quinn's ever so delicate lips pressed gently against her warm cheek.
As the blonde pulled away, she felt Bridget's long, curly eyelashes flicker open and closed against her flushed cheek.
Quinn shyly stepped backwards, her cheeks a rosy red and a cautious smile creeping across her lips.
Her eyes wondered unconsciously over Bridget's perfect, ample chest. She didn't even realise she was staring until Bridget moved.
Bridget smiled fondly. She didn't appear shy or surprised by Quinn's actions, but if she was, she didn't show it. Much to Quinn's relief.
"Let's get this tattoo done girls."
The woman walked back into the small room obviously enthusiastic and Quinn's stomach twisted nervously, yet she was excited. She had no idea why she was nervous. Nothing was happening to her, but Bridget's calm, collected face showed no sign of panic and it calmed her straight away.
It was funny the effect Bridget had over her.
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"I really don't forget a thing. This is payback." Quinn laughed softly, wrapping her arm gently around the taller girl's waist and guiding her towards the seemingly deserted shop.
"It's a harsh payback." Bridget hissed, digging her pedicured nails into Quinn's hands earning another laugh as the blonde jokingly bumped her hip. "And you're clearly loving it." Bridget pouted, filling Quinn with affectionate as she giggled softly, reached up on her toes and took the brunette by surprise, kissing her tenderly.
"But if you keep doing that then I suppose I can suffer this a little longer." Bridget smiled, radiating warmness as she searched for Quinn's hand again and squeezed it tenderly.
"Trust me, I would if I could." Quinn teased, wandering away and pulling Bridget along behind her listening to her addictive raspy chuckle.
"Well baby, if you untie me then I will gladly attend to your every need." Bridget purred throatily, knowing that always drove Quinn mental. In a good way.
Quinn was grateful the beautiful girl couldn't see the affect she was already having on her as her cheeks hotted up and her chest rose and fell quicker. Hold it together Quinn, don't make it too easy.
"It's my turn to attend to your needs, starting tonight." Quinn stated a smile across her face as Bridget arched a perfect eyebrow sexily.
"I'll hold you to that." Bridget grinned, her hand resting on the bottom of Quinn back securely.
"Our first date." Quinn smiled, looking up at her blindfolded girlfriend and pressing another gentle kiss to the girl's lips. "Starts now."
Bridget held Quinn closer to her, letting the blonde guide her safely towards their surprise destination as they walked further down what Bridget could only assume was just any ordinary street. She could feel the crisp crunch of snow beneath her feet as Quinn's hand found its way into her jean pocket, her other hand wrapped around her waist snugly.
The cold wiped against their cheeks harshly as both girl's instinctively ducked their heads and the clear night sky seemed filled with millions of twinkling stars.
"We're here." Quinn exhaled, the smile still gracing her gorgeous lips as she untangled their hands briefly to remove her scarf and untie the blindfold from around Bridget's eyes.
She pulled Bridget closer as she held the door open for the pair of them, old emotions suddenly flushing over her. Her heart and mind raced back to six years ago when the two girl's had been in a very similar situation.
"Oh my god. Quinn." Bridget whispered her features soft as she leant down and kissed her girlfriends cheek with affection. "As if." She giggled gently as Quinn chuckled beside her.
"I'm trying to be brave here. You know what I'm like." She giggled nervously, her mind still stuck in the past, as was Bridget's. The British girl knew Quinn was intrigued when she'd watched her have her tattoo done, but the blonde had always insisted she would never let a needle near her and now here they were. In a tattoo shop.
"I'll hold your hand." Bridget promised, breathing in warm air as her eyes lit up scanning the small shop making Quinn smile up at her.
"I'll hold you to that."
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"San, my snowman looks fat." Brittany pouted, adjusting his scarf and nose.
"He's perfect Britt, just like you." She smirked, embracing the blonde from behind and kissing her neck.
The blonde turned around, beaming. The snowman forgotten.
"Can I tell you something San?" she whispered, their noses almost touching.
"Sure." Santanna smiled, unsure why they were whispering but not wanting to break the tenderness of the moment.
"I love you." Brittany stated plainly, but her eyes shone and her lips were separated slightly, teasing Santanna. The Latina giggled softly and pulled the blonde closer, the air sharply piercing her lungs as she inhaled deeply.
"I love you too Britt." She whispered, pushing their lips together firmly and biting the blondes lower lip seductively, earning a low groan. Their numb lips moved together seamlessly, warmed as their tongues flicked together completely in sync. The cold was blocked out as their bodies swayed together and their minds completely lost in the warmth of one another, it was feisty yet familiar.
"Can we get ice cream San?" Brittany broke away, resting their foreheads together and beaming happily. Her flushed cheeks and panting red lips the complete image of adoration as she stared into Santanna's wide, surprised eyes.
"I was thinking something more like coffee?" Santanna suggested, but Brittany shook her head stubbornly.
"I want to do what we always do in summer." Brittany pouted, resting her hands on the smaller girl's hips teasingly, knowing Santanna could never resist her perfected pout.
"Ahh fine." Santanna grinned, rolling her eyes and grabbing Brittany's cold hands. Why the blonde wanted ice cream she would never know but if that's what her fiancé wanted then that's what she got.
"Yay!" Brittany squealed, running off towards the car pulling Santanna behind her, both girl's laughing blissfully as the snow seemed to swallow their legs increasing their effort.
They'd been spending a lot more time together lately. Santanna was in the process of dropping out of her medical course and Brittany was teaching less dance classes but walking more dogs which she and Santanna were able to do together. It wasn't perfect yet, but they had plenty of time to figure out what they wanted to do and being together was all they needed to feel complete at the moment.
It was perfect.
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"Wow, it looks amazing Quinn." Bridget beamed, her eyes warm as she took in the white ink tattoo placed tastefully between the gorgeous blonde's shoulder blades. Just like her own.
"Does it look good?" Quinn asked nervously, twisting her neck round as far as she could without being sore, her eyes settling on Bridget's lively yet sincere eyes.
"God yes, sexy as hell baby." Bridget grinned, earning a relieved giggle as she placed a loving kiss on the blondes temple.
"You really think so?" Quinn's eyebrows knitted together as she twisted again, hinting for Bridget to help her see it before the woman bandaged it up. Bridget grinned mischievously understanding her girlfriends tactics which never failed to amuse her.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes beautiful." The woman floated back in, posing against the doorframe flirtily as Bridget simply smiled and gestured towards Quinn who was wearing a less than impressed scowl. Bridget was used to the attention but for Quinn, no one was allowed to hit on her girlfriend. Especially whilst she was bloody right there!
"Would it be possible for you to bring us a mirror please? It's so my girlfriend can see it." Bridget exaggerated the word 'girlfriend' much to Quinn's satisfaction and the tattooist's amusement who seemed to find the feistiness even more intriguing.
"Sexy." The weirdly attractive young tattooist purred, daring Quinn's patience who seemed to growl in response to the woman's cockiness. Bridget simply stepped forward, levelling their eye contact and arching her eyebrow sexily.
"You want it yeah?" Bridget smirked, her raspy tone deeper than usual as her hips swayed forward slightly seductively. Quinn watched in suspense, not knowing where Bridget was going with this but feeling slightly smug as she watched the dark haired tattooist swoon nervously before composing herself and testing the pair further.
"You couldn't handle this girly." She flashed a daring look across to Quinn before smiling teasingly to Bridget.
"I'm not a girl." Bridget stated firmly, gesturing suggestively for the black haired girl to come closer. "The question is girly, can you handle all this." Bridget husked into her ear, pushing the girl against the wall with one finger and smirking smugly when the girl's breath caught and she gulped.
Quinn's mouth ran dry as her eyes caught onto Bridget's honey coloured hip's, moving seductively and her raspy voice pushed Quinn over the edge. Watching Bridget have this kind of effect on a stranger was weirdly arousing.
"No problem. I'd have you begging." The girl purred once more, trying desperately to keep her composure as Bridget's warm breath tickled her throat.
"No baby girl. You wouldn't be able to handle the two of us together." Bridget smirked, looking over her shoulder and winking to Quinn whose eyes immediately widened.
"If I wanted to I could easily have you both begging." The surprisingly confident girl boosted. She was giving Bridget a run for her money, that was for sure, but there was no doubt in Quinn's mind who would win.
"Show us." Bridget husked, backing away and walking back towards Quinn leaning next to her with her arms folded and Quinn's delicate hand rested on her thigh.
Her eyes rested coldly on the girl's teasing face, watching her sceptically as the girl with the name tag Lindsay edged towards them.
"We're waiting." Bridget stated softly and Quinn nodded gently, staring unconsciously as if daring Lindsay to move closer. The girl was watching her carefully, as if judging her feistiness.
"You aren't brave enough." The girl teased, raunchily leaning towards Quinn and ghosting her lips neared the blondes.
"Don't you fucking touch my girlfriend." Bridget growled, stepping between them and bringing herself unintentionally closer to the girl, her height working at her advantage.
"Why gorgeous?" Lindsay teased, stepping back slightly "You jealous hot stuff?"
"Yes." Bridget stated plainly taking Quinn by surprise. She had thought the girl would play hardball a little more than that, but the simple admission of jealousy made Quinn smile smugly and took Lindsay by surprise more, much to Quinn's pleasure.
"You don't know what to say to that do you, gorgeous?" Quinn smirked, standing up to match the girl's height and smiling possessively as she linked her and Bridget's fingers together and pulled her girlfriend towards the door, throwing a smile back over her shoulder as they walked through the door.
As soon as the fresh air hit them both girl's burst out laughing happily as Bridget wrapped her arm around Quinn's hip and pulled her closer.
"Jealous were you?" Quinn grinned up at her, loving the way Bridget's cheeks flushed a little as the girl shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Yes." Bridget blushed, burying her features further into her scarf as the blonde giggled lovingly.
"I was jealous too." Quinn admitted "But I loved seeing her face." She chuckled, as Bridget chuckled too.
"She was a stubborn cow." Bridget laughed, suddenly stopping and turning Quinn round. "But weirdly fun." Her eyebrows knitted together as she grinned.
"She was actually." Quinn frowned, before breaking into a giggle and standing on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to Bridget's ear. "You want to know something?" she whispered, earning a audible gulp from Bridget who smirked at Quinn's suggestive tone.
"Of course." Bridget whispered happily, her voice hushed too although there was no reason for them to be whispering.
"Seeing you like that? Completely fucking arousing!"
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"I promise I'll take this slow." Bridget promised, kissing along Quinn's jaw line gaining hushed groans and needy moans as the blonde tangled her hands in her long, soft hair pulling and pushing.
"I trust you Bridget." Quinn confirmed softly, pulling Bridget to look her in the eyes.
Her eyes were intense yet soft and instantly Quinn's nerves subsided. She was anxious but as Bridget's eyes focused on her lips and drew Quinn unconsciously closer to wrap her in a comforting, gentle kiss every worry the blonde was harbouring magically disappeared.
"I'll make sure this is special for you." Bridget promised between kisses.
"You don't have to try to do that." Quinn husked, loving the way Bridget hands moved expertly along her body sending chills down her spine with every stroke and gentle touch along with the rough pulls and feisty pushes. It was everything she thought it would be as her body felt more alive than ever before.
Every nerve felt electric as Bridget hands wandered sensually sending Quinn further into a world of oblivion. She'd never felt like this before. It surprised her how she could feel so lost in this new world of desire as long as Bridget was there with her.
Bridget chuckled sexily into Quinn's hair sending the blonde's hips bucking as her minty breath tickled her neck and her delicate fingers ran teasingly up her inner thigh.
Bridget's other hand pushed Quinn's hair back tenderly as she attached her lips erotically to the blondes newly exposed neck. Her tongue driving Quinn crazy as it flicked over a new love bite and teasingly traced her neck up to her ear as her hand trailed further up Quinn's thigh leaving tingles in its trail.
Quinn's hips bucked once more as she yelled out Bridget's name in need. Bridget felt like she was everywhere and Quinn's mind was struggling to concentrate as her hands tugged at Bridget's t-shirt in desperate want.
Bridget's fingers began tracing her features and Quinn opened her eyes again, studying the now dark eyes as they danced over her face. The brunette's thumbs ran over Quinn's bottom lip painfully slow, memorizing its outline. "Kiss me." The request was barely a breath from Bridget's mouth. Quinn flipped them over with ease.
Quinn swallowed hard as she lowered herself to Bridget's full lips, allowing them to brush lightly, sharing each other's breath, before she closed her eyes and captured the perfect mouth with hers.
Her chest fluttered and her breath was sucked from her lungs, but she held on to that kiss until her blood boiled with its need for oxygen. They both gasped and panted for the air they were so desperate for, but pushed the pain of their burning lungs to the back of their mind and met with another passionate kiss.
This time Bridget ran her fingers into Quinn's blonde locks and pulled her closer, never wanting to let go. The ex-cheerleader didn't mind, only gasping for breaths between connections of their lips, relishing the sweetness of Bridget's mouth that she had dreamed of for so long. The only thing better was when Bridget granted the blonde access inside her mouth and their tongues met for the first time. Quinn moaned at the contact as they fought for dominance. She didn't care who won, she just wanted more.
With the forcefulness rising with their desire, Quinn abandoned the dancer's bruising lips for her neck and Bridget gasped with approval of the first nip of skin. The brunette clung tightly to the blonde, hooking her arms over her back, hands locked onto her shoulders, pulling her closer. Their warm bodies pressed tightly together as Quinn traced the British girl's jaw line from one side of her neck to the other with desperate kisses and hot breaths.
"I need you." Quinn confessed as she kissed Bridget's lips again.
The brunette writhed under the blonde as she rocked her hips, connecting with Bridget's center. "Then take me."
An animalistic growl ripped from the back of Quinn's throat at Bridget's words and she trailed wet kisses down the column of her neck, licking and nipping at her collarbone, while a hand slipped under the beautiful girl and unhooked her bra with ease. The grazing fingers sent chills up the brunette's spine and she began shaking with anticipation.
Moving to hold her weight on her knees, Quinn separated their bodies enough to discard the lacy black bra on the floor. Bridget's hands, no longer clinging to Quinn's shoulders, found the opening of her white blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons pinging off of the surrounding walls and floor. Instantly her tiny hands found her breasts and began massaging them through the fabric of her bra, pinching the hardening nipples between her forefinger and thumb. Quinn's moans were swallowed by the model's mouth as she fought to discard her blouse.
Bridget released her lips so she could sit up and removed her bras as well. The woman's hands ran up and down the burning skin of Quinn's stomach as she hovered above her again. Quinn braced herself on one hand and followed with lust filled eyes as her other kneaded Bridget's exposed breasts before she lowered her mouth and teased the nipple with lazy circles of her tongue. The model's nails raked over her stomach on their trek up to her breasts, resuming their teasing of Quinn's nipples. The blonde moaned as she closed her soft lips around Bridget's rosy bud and grazed it between her teeth as she let it slip out.
"Fuck, Quinn…take me now."
The British girl released the blonde's breasts as she lowered herself, trailing open mouthed kisses down the brunette's flexing abs. The muscles fluttering with each swipe of her tongue. Quinn ran her hands over Bridget's hip bones and back underneath her before she lifted her hips and removed her underwear. The blonde surveyed her naked dream before her, running light hands over the soft skin of her legs, spreading them further apart. She brought her mouth down and ran her tongue through the moist length and Bridget's breath caught in her throat. The model arched her back at her tongue's second, more forceful swipe, flicking her clit at its end, and whimpered in need.
Quinn sat back up on her knees and ran her middle and ring fingers through her slick wetness, pressing down with her palm as it moved over her clit.
"I have wanted you for so long." Quinn admitted, running her hand through again as she trailed kisses back of the panting model's body to her ear. "I've wanted to know what you taste like. What…what you feel like…" She slide her two fingers deep inside and grunted, curling them upward firmly as she drew them back slowly. She pulsed in again as she suckled Bridget's ear lobe. "And you know what?"
Bridget's breath was ragged gasps as Quinn pressed down on her clit again with each tortuously slow pulse of her long fingers inside of her. The model's nails dug into Quinn's back in desperation. "…what?…" Quinn smiled at the raspy-ness of the singers voice.
"You did not disappoint." The blonde began a steady increase in her pace, studying how the brunette's body began to tense as she reached a furious pace, her palm slapping hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Bridget mashed her lips between her teeth, closed her eyes, and threw her head back, but kept her hands busy. Blindly she unhooked and unzipped Quinn's black pants and slid her hand inside. He fingers fumbled in the wetness she found there but quickly found what they were looking for and Quinn gasped above her.
"Fuck." Quinn rested her forehead to Bridget's and she closed her eyes. "That feels so fucking good." She rocked her hips in time with Bridget's circles for more pressure.
Bridget's moans and grunts of pleasure had melted into whimpers and shaky gasps as she neared her orgasm. "Yes…so close, baby. I'm so close." She quickened her pace with her fingers, silently begging Quinn to do the same. Her arm burned but she bit her lip and pushed it further until Quinn gasped sharply and her body jerked with ragged breaths.
As her ecstasy took her, Quinn grew more forceful with her thrusts, sending Bridget closer to her edge. Her hazel eyes watched as the dancer withdrew her hands from her pants and sucked them into her mouth, moaning at the taste. "You taste so good."
Quinn's eyes were suddenly clear and studying the brunette's face like a predator stalks its prey. Bridget's eyes met hers and she smiled before pouncing on her lips. She moaned at the taste of herself still on the British girl's tongue before she lowered herself back down between her thighs and sucked her clit between her lips. Bridgetl's hips bucked with each flick of the blonde's tongue that matched the relentless pace of her fingers still inside.
She felt the pull in the pit of her stomach and the sudden burst of relief causing her to scream the blonde's name as she came. Her toes curled and her body shook uncontrollably while her arms flailed in search of her lover. Quinn resumed her hovering position above the brunette, kissing her neck tenderly as the model threw her arms around her neck, her body still lost in pleasure. "Holy fuck." Was all Bridget could say once she was able to speak again. "Just…holy fuck."
Quinn laughed into her neck. This was what she wanted. To be as close as she could be to the model, to feel their bodies pressed together, vibrating against one another with each pounding heart beat as her breath slowed. She placed one last kiss on the brunette's neck and began to pull away. Her hips pressed into Bridget and the mode bucked and shook.
"Are you still going?" Quinn asked in amazement as the brunette still quivered in her orgasm.
"Ye-Ah!…either that…hmm…or you…you broke me…"
Quinn returned to her lovers arms and pressed her lips to her ear. "If that is broke, I'm not too sure you want me to fix you." The dancer only shook her head and fisted the blonde hair.
"I love you."