Three solid days of hurry up and wait for 6 total shoots had left Santana feeling a little more need than usual. She was trying to be ready to leave by the week's end for their vacation and in order to do that, she was double booking as much as possible.

Right now, she wanted nothing other than to curl up on the couch, not watch whatever movie Quinn picked, and be held by at least one of her girls (both if Rachel get home early from rehearsal).

Grabbing a couple of beers from the refrigerator, she carefully placed both on some coasters before crawling onto the couch and nuzzling Quinn's arm with her cheek. "Hi, baby."

Quinn felt restless with all of the shoots she was constantly at. She felt better after she was controlling every situation. Now she was tired, making her slump on the couch as she slid in Captain America in the DVD player. The blonde wanted to rest and watching one of her favorite movies, she knew she'd relax then. Quinn stripped down to her boxer briefs and a tank, so she could relax even more. When Santana sat next to her, she turned her head to smile to the Latina. "Hi baby," she greeted softly, slipping her arms around the girl. "How was work today?"

"It was long. Four outfit changes with a major hair and makeup shift at the first shoot and three changes at the second." Santana pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of Quinn's arm. "Missed you. Cannot wait for vacation."

Santana glanced towards the television smiling as she saw the opening credits of Captain America. She loved that Quinn was a little geeky in her interests. No matter how much she teased her, it was always in good fun. "How was yours, baby?"

"Considering I did underwear shots today, I've been almost naked in front of a dozen people all day and I had to get hard twice," she replied softly, wrapping her arms around the Latina. "They put me in black underwear mostly because they tried with a white pair and realized I showed too much through it. Clearly, the white pair are slightly see through. Several of the girls blushed when they saw me and the photographer choked on his water. I don't think he's seen one as big as me." She shrugged and slid her hands up the back of the Latina's shirt.

" feels good." Santana purred into the blonde's touch, goose bumps rising on her skin. Her body thrummed with arousal from the slightest of touches from both Quinn and Rachel no matter how innocent. Of course it didn't hurt that they were talking about how endowed her girlfriend was.

"Making a note to book you for some shoots where people are not ogling what is mine and Rachel's." Santana growled out only half joking.

Quinn snorted a little and rolled her eyes. "They didn't touch," she replied softly. "They've only seen, but I think I'm ready to show it off. The world has wanted to see and it might be time to let them see that everything is completely true." She stated, kissing Santana's cheek gently. "Someone has to be really comfortable with it though. I don't want a photographer who is going to chicken out right when he or she sees me completely naked." She raised her eyebrows. "Plus, my girlfriends could just join me."

"If they had touched, I would have to break their fingers." Santana put her head in Quinn's lap rolling so that she was looking up and into her eyes. "You … you want to pose nude?"

Quinn nodded to the Latina. "Yeah, I want to pose nude," she replied softly, running a hand through Santana's hair. "You and Rachel see me naked all the time. I feel comfortable with it."

Santana searched her face earnestly before nodding. "I can set something up with Milo. He would love the exclusive and would no doubt have ideas on how to make them as tasteful as possible. Maybe show off your breasts and then white and see through on the bottom? I don't know, but if its something you want to do."

Placing her hand over Quinn's, stroking the skin lovingly. "It's a big step, beautiful, but I'll support you if it's what you want."

"I know it is, but it's time," she replied softly, squeezing her hand gently. "If I get flack, then they can go fuck themselves. I can't change who I am and I'm not going to." Running her hand to her shoulders, she squeezed them gently. "I can't really think straight with your head that close to my crotch."

Santana smiled broadly. "Love the attitude, Q. You know I do."

Rolling slightly, her head a few inches closer to the fly of Quinn's boxers. Her hand inched up her leg, nails scratching the skin lightly. "Do you need to think straight? I could blow you nice and slowly. That would relax me."

Quinn smiled to Santana, running a hand through her hair. "You know I'm not going to ask for that," she replied softly. "I still feel weird asking my girlfriends to get me off. I don't want to sound like a guy to both of you. I'm not some horn dog who constantly only wants to get off. I love sex, but I don't want to seem like it's the only thing I want."

"You're not asking. I'm offering." Santana smirked as she eased her way even closer her hot breath no doubt teasing her girlfriend. "Baby, I love sex. I love getting off and getting you off. Sucking you is fucking awesome. You know how wet I get doing it."

Her thumb rolled just under the leg of the girl's boxers. "Is it okay when I ask you to fuck me? When I ask for your mouth, your hands, her?" On the word her, Santana exhaled directly, her mouth on the fabric keeping her from her girlfriend.

"You know it's okay to ask for that," the blonde replied, biting her lip at herself growing hard. "I'd give myself to you and Rachel in an instant. It's just different for me just because it's not something I want to suddenly whip out. I feel normal with boxers on, but when they're off, it's entirely different. I still worry. I worry that you'd fine her disgusting. I worry that I might push to far with either of you. I worry that I might not… perform the way you want me to." She traced her thumb down the side of Santana's face. "I like you taking what you want just because I know you absolutely love her with no questions asked. She's something you want along with me."

"Q, you could totally walk up to me in the kitchen and press her into my hand or against my ass and I would instantly want you. No fine lines. No tight ropes. I want you; all of you all the time. You never ever have to worry about pushing too far any more than I need to be afraid to ask for what I want. It's just us expressing our love for each other." Santana rolled her cheek into Quinn's hand nuzzling it softly. "When you give me her or ask for something, I feel wanted and needed."

Santana hooked her fingers into the waistband of the blonde's boxers freeing her to the Latina's gaze, mouth, and hands. Placing her mouth lovingly on the tip, she sucked her gently. "But, lover, if you are still uncomfortable outside of your boxers when with me and Rach, I'm worried nude shots will be too much too soon."

"It's not easy just pulling her out. It's only been 2 years since I really started having sex," Quinn replied, watching Santana touch her gently. "I need to be open. I need to feel comfortable in my skin and with her. I'm comfortably with you taking off my boxers to see her, but sometimes I feel comfortable enough to walk around naked. Even when you two are not here, I try to walk around naked so I can get comfortable. I'm only uncomfortable about how you two view her sometimes. I don't know what goes through your heads when you look at me. I don't know if I make you or Rachel wet with just the sight of her. Being told I was disgusting by my parents all when I was growing up doesn't help. If I could, I'd make love to you both until I was completely and absolutely sure that you both absolutely adored me from head to toe for who I am. I realize I'm insecure and I'm trying to be who I am. I want to take the nude pictures just to tell my father people accept me and that I accept who I am even if I really don't a hundred percent."

Wrapping the fingers of her right hand around Quinn, she pulled lightly enjoying the feel of her getting hard in her hand. Santana kept her voice soft and gentle to match her exploration. "You don't have to take those pictures and have that part of you out there just to prove anything to him. Every day you walk out of this apartment and live your life, every day you hold your head up and be yourself, every day you come home and allow yourself to be loved by us you show that asshole up. He will never deserve you and though it's definitely his loss, he probably will never see anything outside of his bigoted little pea brain."

"Give me your hand." Santana took Quinn's hand in her free hand and led it down the center of her body to the juncture of her thighs. "Every time. Every time I see her and you or when I think of her and you. And if I get to touch her with my hands and my mouth, I'm a wet mess. You never ever have to doubt the reaction you get with me. And I'll speak out of turn having been witness of it myself, you don't have to doubt Rachel's either."

Letting out a little moan with Santana stroking her, she kept her eyes open to look at the Latina and listen to what she had to say. Quinn moaned again, letting Santana guide her hand in between the girl's legs to touch her. The blonde leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. "I love you, both of you. You're quite literally the only ones who get me hard. The only ones who make me be myself." Sliding her hand up under Santana's shirt, she traced her flat stomach reverently with her fingertips. "I wanna be connected with you right now. Please."

Santana inhaled quickly at the feel of Quinn's fingers in her skin losing herself in the touch, hips rolling all on their own. "Take me, baby."

The Latina arched up recapturing the blonde's lips with hers sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. "Make love with me."

Quinn shed Santana's top, smiling at her entirely exposed chest. Kissing down to her neck, she sucked at her pulse point gently and pushed down her underwear. The blonde could care less about the movie then, her body humming with need for the Latina. Kicking off her own boxers, she pulled Santana onto her lap and slowly slid herself inside of the girl. Quinn moaned at the sensation, her nails scratching at the girl's legs. She grabbed her own tank and tugged it off to toss it to the side. Running her hands up her back, Quinn looked up at Santana with a small smile. "Show me how much you want me baby."

Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn her fingers tangling in the hair just at the base of her neck. With one knee on either side of Quinn's legs, she used the muscles of her thighs to lift herself up clenching hard as pulled up leaving the other girl barely inside her before relaxing and taking her all the way inside again. Over and over again she teased them both, head back, bottom lip between her teeth.

Leaning forward, Santana licked her way down Quinn's chest until she was able to flick her tongue across the other girl's nipple, lifting it into her mouth and grazing it with her teeth.

"Can you hear how wet I am? How fucking much I want you?"

Quinn moaned at the Santana's movements, her eyes closing as she let her mouth fall open. She held her hips, making sure she didn't fall backwards with her movements on top of her. The blonde moaned at her own breasts being given attention. "Fuck, baby," she whispered, running her hands up her back before she slid her hands to her front and cupped her breasts. "Show me baby. Take me." She urged, letting Santana have control.

Santana took every inch inside her as deeply as she could by rolling her hips. Massaging her with no outward motion at all, Santana moaned as her clit pulsed in time with each clench. "God, you feel so good baby. So fucking hard inside me."

Attaching her mouth to the blonde's pale skin, she sucked hard marking her, a slight bruise to remind them later of how good this moment felt.

She drew the blonde's hands to her ass crying out as Quinn took the hint and palmed her skin, nails digging in sharply. "Like that. Fuck, baby. Smack my ass."

The blonde panted out with each role of Santana's hips, her own lifting slightly to meet Santana's. Quinn was curious as to why her hands were taken away from the girl's breasts only to be placed on her ass. Biting her lip, she squeezed her ass gently and palmed them to coax her to keep going. She grinned slightly to the Latina, smacking her on the left ass cheek. "I forgot you were into more of the kinky stuff," she murmured, squeezing her ass tightly and pulling her in close. "I love your ass."

With each smack on her ass, Santana felt her muscles clench hard trapping the blonde deep inside her almost choking in a way. "I love when you get a little rough with me."

Unable to keep things slow any longer, Santana started rocking her hips hard in long full strokes. Her head fell backward, mouth open with staccato pants of breath punctuating the air. With one hand, she clung to Quinn's back anchoring herself. Her other hand wound between their bodies and began to massage her clit in time with the thrusts.

"Fuck, Quinn. Like that."

Quinn grunted as Santana sped up, letting them move together roughly on the couch. She pressed her forehead into her chest, working with her. The blonde watched as she massaged her clit in time with their movements, her own orgasm building in her stomach. "You love me being entirely rough with you," she groaned out, bucking her hips up with her movements. "I have a feeling I'm going to love tying you to the bed." She curled slightly, her mouth opening slightly as a low groan left her lips. "Fuck…" She whispered, her body releasing her orgasm, only this time was completely different. It was a slow release, her hips rocking back and forth slowly with Santana as she moaned and panted.

"Oh fuck." Quinn blew her mind just thinking about being tied up and at the mercy of one or both of her girls. "I can't wait for you to tie me up."

Quinn swelling in her, filling her so completely, pushed Santana over the edge into her own orgasm. Clinging to the blonde as her body quaked, her hips stilled to very short movements her insides clenching and releasing propelling them as they rode out each wave.

Quinn groaned out as she finally stopped pulsing, her body relaxing with Santana still on top of her. She moaned softly, sliding her hands up and down her sides. Looking in between them, she sighed happily as she saw herself completely sheathed inside of the girl. She smiled up at Santana, her hands going to cup her face. "I wouldn't change me for the world, because I would miss out on this with you and Rachel," she murmured softly. "I'd miss this connection and I definitely don't want to miss anything with you and her. My body is me."

Santana pulled Quinn into a deep and loving kiss, their tongues tangling sweetly. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she relaxed entirely sated with Quinn still inside her. "You are you and I love you so fucking much. Don't change for anyone other than you."

Quinn returned her kisses, holding her close to her body. "I love you too baby," she murmured softly. Humming a little, she scratched her back slowly. "In all honesty, I want to be completely used during this vacation. Sex for an entire week sounds absolutely relaxing." She laughed slightly and rubbed her ass gently. "Although, I think I kinda wanna eat for a little bit too." She winked to Santana with a smile.

"Baby, if any of us can walk after the 2nd day of vacation, I will be shocked as shit." Santana barked out a laugh.

"You can always eat me." Santana winked playfully tensing as she expected the blonde to swat her bare ass. "Food is hella overrated."

Quinn smiled at Santana's reply. "I know baby," she murmured softly. "We will still have to eat food though because we aren't good substitutes for it." Kissing her lightly on the jaw, she squeezed her ass. "I love you."

"Fine fine. Real food sometimes, but that means I get to eat you and Rachel both in the kitchen and in the dining room to make up for the interruption." Santana smiled broadly sinking into the kiss.

"Couch cuddling until Tiny gets home?" Santana reached for the blanket they always kept close at hand. "Big spoon or little spoon?"

"I want little this time," she murmured softly, kissing her jaw lightly. Shifting to lay down with Santana, she curled into her and grabbed the remote to roll the movie back to the beginning. "I have a feeling you will be waking me or Rachel up in the mornings by sucking me off or eating her out."

Santana wrapped her arm around Quinn pulling her flush against her body, kissing the suddenly exposed pale skin of the blonde's neck. "Oh fuck. You'd be okay with that right? Waking up pressed to the back of my throat?"

The Latina joined their hands together connecting their bodies. "Do I need to be less … uhm … kinky, I guess, with you and Rachel?"

Quinn smiled at that. "I'd love it actually. Rachel's never done it before and I'd love the experience," she replied, turning her head to look at Santana. "And please, don't tone that down. That's who you are. I like it even if I seem to be bothered by it. I get worried it would end badly for me in public, but I still love it if you try to play with me in public. I like the attention. So does Rachel."

"Consider it done cause I am turned on just thinking about doing it." Santana smirked against Quinn's skin. "If ever it's too much, I'll tone it down. I don't want you to be too uncomfortable. I push, but I love you too much to embarrass you."

Santana dropped her head to the pillow behind Quinn eyes closing as she inhaled the scent of them. She was totally content to let Quinn watch her movie and she would hold her and relax the rest of the way for the first time that day.

"I'll let you know when it's too much baby," Quinn replied, intertwining their fingers together. She relaxed with the Latina, closing her eyes to let herself rest after the sex. The blonde smiled at being held and soon drifted off to sleep with Santana on the couch.