A shout out to images-in-words for once again helping me with this one.
I had fun with this one! I hope you all enjoy reading it. I feel like it kind of slipped into M rated territory a little... I don't know. You'll see!
The Bet
"Santana!" Quinn shouted from the office, jabbing her finger into the keyboard of her laptop trying and failing to get it to work, "Are you kidding me?" She muttered and gasped when the computer shut down. "Santana!" she called out again, her voice full of rage as she stood up and slammed her laptop shut, storming out of the office in search of her.
"You hollered?" Santana sweetly smiled from the kitchen.
"My laptop –" She pointed towards the office, her voice raising a few pitches her panicky expression staring Santana down, her arms flailing all over the place, "I was in the middle of something very important– and then it shut down!"
"Okay, Medusa, I'm pretty sure only dogs can hear you now." Santana snorted and turned back around to head towards the fridge.
"Santana!"
"Yeah, baby. Keep screaming my name."
"This isn't funny!" Quinn said finally reaching her and taking hold of her bicep, "You said you needed my laptop last night and now today it has a virus."
Santana shrugged her arm out of Quinn's grasp and then explained, "While you were having a girl's night with Rachel – I was having a girl's night of my own."
The smile and sultry look slowly forming on Santana's face spoke volumes and Quinn immediately knew what the cause of the virus was.
"Santana! You're – you're addicted to porn and sex and anything that has to do with getting an orgasm!"
"Oh relax, Dr. Phil. My sex drive may be higher than average, but it's healthy for me and who doesn't want an orgasm every day?"
Quinn shook her head and let out a small huff, crossing her arms over chest, defeated by her wife's antics. So quickly she mustered up her own plan as a way to get back at her. A challenge, "You know what – " she paused, her foot tapping against the floor, sliding her hand down to her hip, "I bet you couldn't go two weeks without sex."
Santana mocked Quinn's stance, her eyes narrowing in on her, her eyebrows creasing with dare, the inner competitive voice inside of her demanding her to accept the challenge, especially since Quinn was the one challenging her, so without a second thought she replied back, "I can so!"
Quinn's mouth tugged into a daring smirk, taking a small step forward and reaching out her hand, "Let's shake on it then. You can't have any orgasms for two weeks."
Before Santana shook on it, she held up her hand wanting to know the full details before she gave in,"Hold up, what are the stakes?"
"Okay." Quinn nodded, "You win – I'll do any sex position you want." She smiled when Santana's face lit up, pausing for a few dramatic seconds before adding, "If I win – you have to take me on a fancy date and romance me."
Santana thought about the proposal. Quinn was usually up to try anything in the bedroom, except for one thing in particular which caused her hand to slowly reach out stopping inches away from Quinn's, "Can we still make out?"
"If you can control yourself." Quinn teased.
"Do I still get to see you naked and like grab your boobs and stuff?"
Quinn lightly laughed with a roll of her eyes, "Geeze, San? Perverted much?"
"Well, you can't just do this cold turkey." Santana stated her tone extremely serious. "Does it count if we keep our clothes on?"
"If you're asking if dry humping is acceptable the answer is no." Quinn began to pull her hand back, "If you can't accept the bet, San, you can start planning our romantic evening out –"
"I can do it!" Santana cut her off. If anybody in this world brought out her competitive side it was definitely Quinn. Even if they were in a serious loving relationship now, those two still brought out the spirited side in each other and with the taunting she was receiving from the blonde there was no way she was going to back down now. "Okay okay! I understand the rules."
"You can't do yourself either!"
"Quinn!"
Quinn grinned and turned around, "There's this new restaurant that just opened up a few blocks from here. If you make reservations tonight we can probably go next weekend."
Santana groaned and reached out to grab Quinn before she could walk away, "Just shake my damn hand and let's make this stupid bet official."
Quinn stuck out her hand once again, this time Santana grabbing it, the two doing a quick hand shake to seal the deal.
Quinn pulled Santana close, her arms wrapping around her shoulders, "Two weeks from today. That's how long you have to last without an orgasm."
"Oh please." Santana rolled her eyes and circled her arms around her waist, trying her best to hide the nervous flutter in her voice as she replied, "Two weeks... that's nothing."
A few days later...
Santana and Quinn were relaxing on the couch watching a movie together, both of them seemingly into it until Quinn began to initiate things, huddling into Santana's warmth and nuzzling into her neck, her lips pressing light kisses along her jaw until they reached her lips. At first wanting to be close to her sexy wife hoping to make their evening together even more enjoyable, but then on the other hand a tiny part of her wanted to try and bait Santana and see just how much willpower she truly had.
The blonde brushed her lips lightly against Santana's, whispering, "Hi."
Santana smirked anticipating what she knew was coming, her eyes fluttering shut, "Hi."
Finally Quinn brought them into a slow kiss, reaching up to gently cup her face, pressing into her to let her know she wanted to shift into a much more comfortable position, so Santana complied and began to lie down, never once breaking their kiss.
With the movie forgotten in the background, the two only focused on each other, things quickly escalating, Santana's hands happily roaming the woman on top of her, pleased that Quinn was still in a dress from earlier in the day which allowed her hands easy access to the smooth skin beneath the fabric.
When moans began filling the room and their breaths started to come in short sharp gasps, Santana suddenly snapped out of her revere, quickly pulling her tongue away from Quinn's, the blonde's moving hips against her thigh (although a huge turn on), also a helpful reminder of what she shouldn't be doing.
"No!"
Quinn stopped all movements, shocked by the sudden halt in their make out session, looking down at her girlfriend, "What's wrong?"
Santana's hands grasped Quinn's hips, "If I can't have an orgasm then you can't use me to achieve one."
Quinn smiled and looked down between their bodies, giving her hips a long lingering rock against Santana's thigh, innocently replying, "But I thought you liked when I rubbed myself against you."
Santana's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes rolling back, using all of her self-control not to give in, "You're being a huge fucking tease, Q."
"Fine." Quinn smirked and leaned down to give her one last kiss on the lips, using her teeth so she could tug on Santana's bottom lip, sucking on it while she grinded against Santana a few more times and then pulled away, "I'll go take care of myself then." She winked and climbed off the couch heading straight for the bedroom.
Santana was not at all herself today, Rachel thought as she ate her way through a rather delightful salad. She was sullen and taciturn, attacking her burger with the ferocity of a lioness chomping on its kill, every now and then glancing at Quinn with an odd, almost forlorn sort of look on her face. Quinn, on the other hand, was positively jovial, radiant and bubbly, chattering on about anything and everything, as though she'd forgotten that she was ... well, Quinn, serious and reserved and always keeping things close to the vest.
It was very strange and peculiar. Rachel's famous - or infamous, depending on how one looked at it - sixth sense kicked in, and she just knew something was going on between her two friends, something very much out of the ordinary. Naturally, being Rachel, she couldn't keep silent about it; not when she could potentially help by speaking up.
"Santana?" she asked gently. "Are you...is everything all right?"
Before the Latina could answer, Quinn chirped brightly, "Everything's great, Rachel. Couldn't be better. I mean, I know I had an amazing night last night." She turned to her girlfriend with a sweet smile. "You remember, don't you, Santana?"
Santana grumbled unintelligibly, and Rachel looked at her in confusion, then back at Quinn, who was still smiling as though she'd just won the lottery or something.
"Oh? What did you guys do? I went to bed early, myself, even though I had today off," Rachel replied, her eyes darting back and forth between her two friends. "You know how it is when I deviate from my routine. Things get a little ... thrown off. Out of balance. I'm sure you understand what I mean."
"I sure do," Santana said, forcefully swirling a couple of French fries in the small sea of ketchup that had formed on her plate. "Then again, you've always been a little deviant anyway."
Quinn playfully slapped at Santana's shoulder, and the Latina actually winced - no, shuddered - at the contact.
"Santana! Be nice," the blonde admonished mildly. "Rachel's buying this lunch for us today, you know."
Biting the ends of her fries off rather violently, Santana gave Rachel a sarcastic smile. "Sorry. I'm just - well, I'm a little out of balance myself today."
"Oh, come on, Santana. What is it they say?" Quinn said, unable to keep the teasing quality from her low, breathy voice. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Santana's eyes narrowed as she glanced up from her plate and turned her gaze to Quinn. "Absence of people, maybe. Not absence of things. Maybe, you know, one thing in particular."
Rachel was at a loss, watching her two best friends' strange interaction. She shook her head, bewildered.
"I'm sorry - I'm a little lost here," she said. "What in the world are you two talking about?"
Quinn laughed, taking a sip from her water glass. "Sex. Well, sort of."
"Excuse me? Santana, would you care to enlighten me as to what Quinn means by that? Because honestly, I don't have a clue."
Santana stabbed at the last remnant of her burger with her fork, startling Rachel. Yet Quinn was still smiling, unperturbed, clearly enjoying whatever little inside joke she'd made.
"Should I tell her, Q, or would you like to gloat some more as you explain things to slow on the uptake Thumbelina here?"
"Hey!" Rachel exclaimed, indignant. "Look, it's obvious that something's going on with you two. I hardly even need my sixth sense to know that. Maybe ... maybe I can help."
"Go ahead," Quinn laughed. "This is actually kind of funny. You'll see."
"Fine. So the other night, Miss Prissy Pants, a.k.a. Quinn, accused me of being obsessed with, or more accurately, addicted to, sex. I told her in not so many words that she's full of it, and that I can go without orgasms just as easily as she can."
Rachel was even more confused now. She looked at the smugly smiling blonde. "Wait, what? Quinn, why would you - ?"
"Because she used my laptop to look at porn, and now it's got a virus that I have to waste time removing. Valuable time that could be spent on work. But Santana doesn't seem to value that - " She looked pointedly at her wife, who glared back at her sullenly. " - doesn't seem to value my time or property as much as she values having orgasms, even when I'm not around to assist her in achieving said orgasms." She paused to take a bite of her grilled chicken. "Mmm. Delicious. Anyway, we made a bet: if Santana can go two weeks without an orgasm, I'll have sex with her in any position she wants, as long as she wants. Nothing is off limits - if she wins. But if I win, then she has to wine and dine and romance me at the expensive restaurant of my choice. Oh, and during these two weeks, I get to have all the orgasms I want, too."
"Yeah, her vibrator got quite a workout last night," Santana grumped. "I swear, you were extra loud just to piss me off. Not cool, Q."
"Oh, but it was fine to give my laptop a virus, right?" Quinn shot back. "And anyway, I wasn't being extra loud on purpose, despite what you seem to think. I'm sorry you got that impression."
"Yeah, sure." Santana picked up the still impaled remnant of burger and ate it. "So that's what's going on. Q is depriving me of sex - even with myself - to punish me for something I didn't even mean to do."
Rachel was stunned. She had never seen the couple argue like this before. There was real aggravation in Quinn's voice when she spoke of what had happened to her unfortunate laptop, and legitimate hurt in Santana's when she accused Quinn of unfairly punishing her for it.
"Honestly, you two - far be it from me to tell you how to conduct your relationship, but I think you might not necessarily be going about this the right way. This all seems a little silly to me, if I may be frank about it."
Quinn waved Rachel's concern away with a flick of her hand. "I don't agree. Santana's always been one who sometimes has to learn the hard way - you know that as well as anyone, Rachel. Besides, if she actually manages to win, which I don't think she will, just imagine how great her orgasms will be when she has her way with me. All. Night. Long."
Santana actually flinched at those last three words, and the several seconds' pause between each one of them; Rachel could see how much of a toll this ban on orgasms was already taking on her. Maybe Quinn had a right to be upset with her, but she still had misgivings about her approach. On the other hand, Santana really should have been more careful, and besides, a little romance wouldn't exactly kill her.
"Well," she said, folding her napkin on the table to keep herself from saying too much; she really didn't want to take sides in this. "I'm sure you two will work things out just fine. Now, did I tell you I'm getting a new understudy...?"
When they arrived back to the apartment Santana actually avoided sitting down and instead began to clean, Quinn laughing at her before she disappeared into the office to try and finish up some work...without a laptop.
Santana wasn't sure what time it was when she finished cleaning every nook and cranny, the small but lavish apartment sparkling, the task somewhat helping her take the edge off and now she was ready to take a load off and take a break by napping the rest of the afternoon and early evening away.
When she woke up several hours later she heard the shower running and slowly sat up, taking a moment to check the time and wipe the sleep out of her eyes. It wasn't long before a devious idea formed in her mind causing a small smirk to tug at her pouty lips.
"Quinn won't even know if I just..." Santana bit her bottom lip slowly sliding her hand down her stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants, "Just a quickie before she's done her shower – " she smiled to herself, but before she could even get things started the shower was turned off and Santana quickly pulled her hand away just in time to watch as Quinn came out of the steam filled bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her.
"I ordered in while you were sleeping." Quinn informed her, "I didn't want to wake you." She smirked allowing the towel to drop to the floor.
Santana swallowed hard as she observed Quinn's naked body, her mind swirling with want, "She shaved...everything." her eyes slowly traveled up Quinn's flat stomach stopping at her breasts, "Did they get bigger?"
"See something you like?" Quinn teased sending her a wink, while stretching her hands above her head making sure to show off every inch of her body.
Santana's eyes went wide, an ache between her legs pulsating with every passing second, demanding her to give in. If she really wanted to she could ravish Quinn and opt out of an orgasm, it hard not to pass on when Quinn was standing in front of her looking like a delicious treat. Who was she kidding though, once the taste of Quinn found her lips Santana wouldn't be able to stop.
Quickly Santana fumbled out of bed, falling straight to the ground.
"I'm – " Santana stuttered and stood up shielding her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted, "I'm going to Rachel's!" she finally managed to spit out, her voice high and nervous, blindly feeling around the room until she reached the door.
Quinn's laugh filled the room still standing nude as Santana scrambled to exit the bedroom. It may have been a complex way of punishing Santana for what she had done to her laptop, but she had to admit she was having fun while doing it... even if she was starting to crave Santana's touch.
Rachel stood at the threshold of her bathroom door her eyes wide as she watched Santana scrub her shower.
"She thinks she's going to win!" Santana spat her fingers curled around a sponge, her bicep flexing as it moved back and forth against the tiles. "I'll show her! That fucking tease that's what she is. She forgets the willpower I have. I'm a Lopez, Rachel! She thinks she can walk around naked and try and bait me. She always did play dirty."
"Um – " Rachel nodded and swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around herself, "Santana – "
"I only have five more days left. I can do this. If Quinn wants to play dirty so will I! I'll sleep on the god damn couch and then who is she going to cuddle with? huh? Yeah that's right Ms. HBIC can't live without my body heat. She steals my warmth, Rach. Every night, practically sleeps on top of me."
"Santana – "
"That's 120 more hours – I still have to work which will distract me. It'll go by fast. It's just sex – "
"Santana!" Rachel finally screamed and took a brave step forward.
Santana stopped what she was doing her eyes narrowing in on the tiny brunette, "I'm standing right here, Rachel. You don't have to yell."
Rachel practically rolled her eyes into next year, her arms flailing about dramatically, "I don't – I am – " She shook her head unsure how to word her thoughts, beyond perplexed by Santana's actions, just about ready to call the police to have her taken away to a mental hospital, "It's extremely late in the evening and you came over here ranting and raving and began cleaning my apartment!"
"Well I already cleaned mine!"
Rachel let out a slow ragged breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds so she could somewhat gather her thoughts, "Okay, so what I gather through your relentless venting, you're sexually frustrated."
"No, I'm Quinn Fabray frustrated!"
"Because she's withholding sex from you." Rachel stated, "As much as I appreciate you taking your aggravation out by cleaning my apartment, may I also suggest the gym? Exercising has proven to be-"
"I tried the gym!" Santana said, "There are too many hot and sweaty bodies there. Aye –
"Well I need to sleep." Rachel informed her.
Suddenly a voice sounded from Rachel's bedroom - a young, female voice. Santana's eyebrows went up.
"Rachel...? Are you coming back to bed? You can't keep me on the edge forever - I was so close...!"
The Latina's eyes narrowed at her best friend, ignoring the blush that spread across her cheeks. "Sounds to me like you weren't sleeping, short stack. Who's your overnight guest?" She clenched her teeth, exasperated. "And why is it that suddenly everyone is getting some but me?!"
Rachel glanced back in the direction of her bedroom. "I'll be there in just a moment, sweetie. You just keep...um, doing what you're doing, and I'll be right there, okay?"
"Okay...but come back soon!" said the voice. "I need you, and that amazing thing you were doing with your -"
Rachel blushed even harder. "In a minute, I promise!" she said, cutting off whatever her visitor had been about to say.
"Jesus," Santana muttered. "Any other time, I'd ask you exactly what 'amazing thing' you were doing, but you know what? I don't think I could bear to hear it, because I'm so on edge right now I could probably come just hearing the word 'orgasm.'"
Before Rachel could respond, a tall, slender and very pretty girl slunk out of Rachel's bedroom, wearing nothing but a shy smile and a hazy look in her blue eyes.
"Marley?!" Rachel exclaimed, startled by her apparent lover's sudden appearance. "What are you - ?"
"Who's this?" the girl named Marley asked, eyeing Santana up and down. "Has she come to play with us too? I hope so. She looks delicious."
Santana laughed in spite of herself, extending her hand for the girl to shake with a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Hi. I'm Santana Lopez, and I taught Rachel everything she knows, if you catch my meaning."
Rachel turned to Marley with a stricken, almost panicked look. "That's not true! Marley - please. Please go back in the bedroom, okay? Santana was just leaving."
"Aww," Marley said, pouting. "Are you sure?"
Santana barely managed to suppress a shudder as her eyes hungrily took in the sight of the younger girl's slim, taut body. Her limbs were long, but strong looking, she had a well-defined set of six-pack abs, and she was clearly very well groomed. Neat and clean, just the way Santana - and Rachel too, apparently - liked it. Much as she hated to admit it, Rachel had excellent taste. This girl was a snack and a half. She licked her lips, almost tempted; but then she remembered that she was in a committed, monogamous relationship with Quinn, so...
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just one question, though: how do you know my girl Rachel here? You see, she and I go back a long way; we've kinda known each other forever. But she hasn't told me about you yet."
"Oh! I'm her understudy," Marley said brightly. "Just joined the show. Rachel's been incredibly kind to me, so giving and thoughtful."
Santana's brows went up again, even as she caught Rachel lowering her head, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers, clearly embarrassed - just as Santana had intended, of course.
"Giving, huh? You don't say - funny, I've always thought of Rachel as more the receiving type."
At this, Rachel's head snapped up, and she glared at her best friend, stepping forward to place her hands very firmly on Santana's shoulders. "That's it - Santana, it was lovely to see you, but you really must be going now."
"Okay, okay, I'm going." Santana raised her hands in surrender. She maneuvered her head so that she could see over Rachel's head to take a look at the comely and still very naked girl standing off to the side, still with a dreamy look in her eyes as she stared at Rachel adoringly. "It was really nice meeting you, Marley. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of you around here. Not that there's much more of you I could see, at this point."
"Bye," Marley said, waving. "I'll see you in the bedroom, Rachel."
And with that, the girl turned and sashayed back into Rachel's bedroom with a very sexy swing of her hips, showing off the best ass Santana had seen since - well, since Quinn's. She clenched her thighs together as the image of Marley's backside burned itself into her brain. Clearly, coming here had not helped her with her problem at all.
"Goodbye, Santana," Rachel said, pushing her towards the door. "I hope things work out with you and Quinn and this silly wager thing you have going. As for Marley? We'll talk about her later."
"We certainly will." A moment later, Santana found herself out in the hall, more frustrated now than ever, with thoughts of Rachel and Marley going at it playing on a loop in her mind. "Gah! Make it stop!" she whispered to herself. She hugged herself against the growing tension in her lower abdomen and began stalking back to her and Quinn's apartment, seriously beginning to doubt that this 'silly wager thing' was going to work out in her favor.
Back at the apartment Quinn stood in the bathroom checking out her reflection in the mirror, observing and approving the tight short red dress she had bought and was currently wearing. Another tactic she had thought of in the hopes of winning their bet. She smiled as she reached into the dress and adjusted her boobs, the push-up bra underneath helping her attain a fuller appearance, something she knew Santana overly appreciated, the blonde able to shamelessly and easily distract Santana with the use of her cleavage many times. The thought caused her to lightly laugh to herself, Santana could be so complex and yet so simple at times.
After running her fingers through her long blonde hair, tousling it a little, she sauntered out and back into the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed, having received a text from Santana not that long ago that she was on her way home. She smiled and sat back on her hands, a small rush of giddiness coursing through her. What started off as a bet had turned into an amusing game...well she wasn't sure Santana was amused, but Quinn couldn't deny that she was enjoying the way she was driving Santana wild. The hungry look in Santana's dark eyes turning her on in more ways than one, the cute little squeaks and moans of frustration whenever Quinn walked around naked or lightly touched or kissed Santana sparking a fire of joy in her stomach.
She wondered what reaction she would get once Santana came home tonight and found her on the bed in the short dress she had bought strictly for this special occasion. The thought alone sent a pleasant chill up her spine and she secretly hoped Santana would cave in because as fun as this bet was and even though she was allowed to please herself, nothing in this world beat Santana's skillful ways in the bedroom. And if she had to admit it, she truly missed being close and intimate with Santana. Looking forward to the cuddles just as much as the orgasms.
Her ears perked up when she heard the lock to the door and she quickly crawled on the bed positioning herself on all fours. Was she being cruel since it had been a week since Santana had an orgasm and she still had five more days to go? Absolutely the answer was yes. She was Quinn Fabray if there was a way to win and come out on top... pun intended, she was going to play dirty and do everything she could to win her prize and her goal was to make herself as irresistible as possible.
Santana was unknowingly wearing a goofy grin when she entered the bedroom, the thought of Rachel doing the nasty with another beautiful woman happily playing in her mind. All of that however quickly vanished when she looked up and found Quinn presenting herself on their queen size bed not asleep and very much wide awake.
"Aye!" Santana squeaked her eyes roaming the blonde's body. The red dress hugging every curve, the material sliding up her thighs as Quinn arched her back and lifted her ass in the air revealing the lacy black thong she had on underneath.
With a sultry smile and a lick of her lips Quinn turned her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder, her eyes dark with want, greeting her lover with a low seductive voice, "Hi, San."
This was it the bet was officially over. Between what she witnessed back at Rachel's apartment, Quinn's well placed advances all week and this sight displayed in front of her she was about to have an orgasm on the spot.
"Okay, you fucking win!" Santana declared pulling her shirt from her body, "I'll buy you the whole fucking restaurant and the whole fucking floral shop ...is that romantic enough for you?" She questioned as she prowled over to the bed and climbed on kneeling behind Quinn so she could grab her thighs and pull her backwards so her ass was pressed against her front.
Quinn moaned and tried sitting up, but she felt Santana's hand push her back down, her body huddled over her, moist lips pressed to her ear.
"Vas a ser mi muerte, hermosa." Santana whispered before using her teeth to playfully tug on the top of her ear, her fingers slowly unzipping the dress.
"Fuck..." Quinn whimpered, she may have won the bet, but her entire body was already giving into Santana.
"That's what we're going to be doing. All. Night. Long." Santana smiled.
Hours later the two of them laid side by side, clothes thrown and lost around the room, their chests rising and falling keeping in time with their rapid heartbeats, blissfully dazed in the aftermath of their intimate fun.
"Wow." Quinn breathed unable to move, "That was – incredible."
"Mmhm." Santana hummed her eyes slipping shut while a lazy peaceful smile rested on her lips. "Quinn - " Santana breathlessly whispered "Quinn - you were - so - adventurous tonight. You let me... do that thing..." Santana moaned just from the memory of it.
"Well, yeah," Quinn said, exhaling upwards to blow a lock of matted blonde hair out of her eyes. "I thought it was only fair after you let me do that ... you know ... that other thing."
Santana rolled her eyes, draping an arm across her still slightly heaving chest. "Are you kidding me? You knew I would let you do anything you wanted after the last week."
"I hate to say so, especially at this particular point in time, but ... well, you deserved it. But, having said that, I think we both learned a valuable lesson from all of this."
"Which would be...?"
"You learned to be more careful with my laptop - and I learned that you have more willpower than I thought." Quinn turned over on her side. "To tell you the truth, I was pretty close to calling off the bet. If the dress hadn't worked, well ..." She let her voice trail off as Santana quickly turned over to face her with the expected expression of narrow-eyed outrage on her face.
"You are truly evil sometimes, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn lolled her head to the side so she could look at Santana, her voice quiet as she spoke, "Not that our sex isn't always great – but I should deprive you more often-"
Santana's eyes went wide, reaching out to grab Quinn's face making sure their eyes were locked, "Don't even think about it, blondie."
Quinn managed to smile between the thumb and fingers pressed against her cheeks, mumbling out her response, "Okay, okay."
Santana dropped her hand and shifted closer, resting her head on Quinn's stomach, tangling their legs together and curling an arm around her waist, "Quinn? Can you wear that red dress out to dinner? I didn't really get to enjoy you in it."
Quinn lightly laughed, reaching down to run her fingers through Santana's tousled hair, "It's kind of revealing for public don't you think?"
"Nah..." Santana sleepily replied, "You look smokin' in it. If I'm going to wine and dine you, we need outfits to go along with it."
"Fair enough." Quinn agreed shifting a little to get comfortable.
"Hey, Quinn?"
A lazy smile found her lips and she couldn't help but press a kiss to the top of Santana's head. How she could go from sex goddess to being absolutely adorable in the same night was beyond her, but she was grateful she was the only one who was privileged to witness it, "Yeah, San?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Santana."
Finally without anymore words to be said the two fell into a comfortable silence until they both eventually fell asleep pleasantly satisfied and relaxed.