Quinn's POV:
"Yeah, right there… fuck!" Santana screamed into my mouth as I tried to kiss her while pushing my body into hers. "Jesus!" Her back arched off the bed as I felt her muscles clench and I kissed her again while slowing my movements. "God Quinn, honeymoon sex is fucking amazing!"
I laughed at her as I kissed her again and I felt her arms move from around my back to my hips and then her left hand moved again. I moaned and as her fingers entered, my hips began moving on their own and her hips moved up in rhythm.
"You're right about that," I agreed.
We decided to take a honeymoon tour since we couldn't just agree on one place and Santana brought up the fact that we had money and we should use it. She was right about that. She was obviously successful, but I had already been promoted to a corner office at my job. I guess all those annoyances at my last one prepared me for this one and we were definitely more than well off now. Plus, I was about to take over the marketing for her album more as a favor than as an actual job since she'd be the one paying me. I told her she could pay me in sexual favors, but she pointed out that she'd really be paying herself with that so we just agreed that I'd do this one for her and see if it takes my career in another direction. My job was fine and I liked the people, but I feel like I kind of want to just take a lot of time off and do fun things that I missed out on since I'd been working in the corporate world since I was 22. San said she didn't have a problem if I decided to never work again if it meant that I was home more with no late nights in the office. I wasn't ready to go that far, but the no late nights part did sound nice.
The first stop on our honeymoon tour was San Francisco so I could finally see the restaurant she'd named Valentine's after our first time together. It was this place with red and white walls and it had black trim. It reminded me of a Cheerios uniform and made me laugh a little, but the food was nice and it was on the 9th floor of a skyscraper and had a balcony with a view. We had a table setup just for us and spent the whole night on that balcony talking and looking out over the city. We spent a little time making out too. We also spent most of the week exploring our hotel room. We spent a few hours exploring the city too.
The next stop was Hawaii, which was San's pick and was where we spent some time on the beach, but again spent the majority of our time in the hotel room overlooking that same beach. Thank God it was a private beach because we were definitely naked for most of that time.
The final stop was Italy because I'd always wanted to go there. Santana actually surprised me with that one. We were supposed to spend a week in SF, and one week in Hawaii because she needed to get back to finalize everything for her album. She said we could go to Italy for our anniversary, but right when we were leaving for the airport, she told me to remember to pack my passport and showed me the tickets to Rome she's gotten us.
We were currently lying next to each other on our bed in our hotel that overlooked the dilapidated, yet beautiful coliseum.
"How many times is that today?" She took a drink of the sparkling water sitting next to the bed and looked over at me.
"I think that makes five."
"You about ready for six?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"Baby, I love you, but my body needs a few minutes."
"Um…your body needs my tongue." She set the water down and moved back to prove her point by dragging her tongue along my neck while I laughed at her.
"How about we stay naked…" I kissed her.
"I'm listening…"
"But we take a bath and you sit behind me…" I kissed her again and lifted my hand to move the hair out of her face. "And you wrap your arms around my waist…"
"I'm looking for something in the X rated department, woman. We didn't have sex for a good 9 years. I'm still trying to make up for that."
"I'll put my arm around your neck and pull you in to kiss me and your hand will slide lower and lower…"
"Let's go." She jumped off the bed and dragged me into the oversized bathroom. She started the tub and then turned back to me. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her pushing my tongue into her mouth and dragging my hands down her back while she pushed me back against the shower door. "That feels good, Q."
After a few minutes of making out while trying to keep her hands where I could see them because my body really did need a break, the water was ready and she slid in with her arms open so I could slide in front of her. She kissed my neck lightly before moving to my shoulder and then my ear. I put my arms over hers.
"San, I don't think we've left the room since we've been here."
"So? It's our honeymoon. We're supposed to have sex continuously."
I laughed before turning my face a little.
"I know, but I would like to actually see the city while we're here. That is why you surprised me with my dream trip. We need to take at least some pictures to show people when we get back and I am not showing them pictures of what we've been doing indoors."
"Fine. Fine." She kissed my cheek and I felt that hand move south. It stilled on my thigh.
"Oh, go ahead." I granted permission while laughing at my little sex fiend wife and her fingers moved to my still sensitive clit and my breath stopped momentarily. "That always feels good."
"Yes, it does." She kissed my cheek again and I turned a little more, which gave her more access, but also allowed me to kiss her. I felt her fingers move to my entrance while her palm flattened against my nerves and my hips started pushing against it to get the friction I needed.
After awhile, we noticed the wrinkles growing on our fingers and got out. I wrapped her body in a towel and kissed her before she opened the towel and drew me into her body wrapping it around both of us.
"I love you."
"I love you, Q."
We dried off and the room phone rang. I ran to answer it still without my clothes. I wasn't even sure why I'd bother to pack for this trip. It was just room service asking if they could bring us a different bottle of wine because they were out of the one we originally ordered. I told them that was fine and walked back to find my wife in the bathroom hanging the towel on the rack.
"Did I just witness Santana Lopez actually hanging up a towel?"
She laughed, looked at me and walked over taking my hands in hers and stared down at that ring and the other one she had added on our wedding day.
"No. You witnessed Santana Fabray actually hanging up a towel."
"Oh God, I'm still getting used to that."
"Me too. Still can't believe I actually took your name. I guess I really do just fucking love your ass, Q."
"Well, we both know you love my ass, but I told you we should hyphenate or that I would take Lopez or that we could just keep our own names. You were the one that wanted my name, Santana Fabray." I emphasized her new last name and loved the way it sounded. "Also, I can't believe you actually hung up a fucking towel regardless of what your last name is, S."
I kissed her on the nose and walked us backwards toward the bed so we could squeeze in another round before room service arrived.
Santana's POV:
About 14 Years Ago:
"Santana, we are sharing this room for the next three days. Pick up your damn towels and get your clothes off the ironing board so I can iron my uniform!"
"Chill, Fabray! I'll do it later. Stop being so crazy, Quinn. Sit down and watch this movie with me."
We were at a cheer competition and because Sue knew about Brittany and I, she forced me to room with Quinn while Brittany roomed with one of the other girls. I thought about trying to get them to switch or at least sneaking into her room, but I had missed spending time with Quinn lately so I opted to at least spend one night with her.
"We have to be up at like 6, Santana. We need to go to sleep." She walked out of the bathroom carrying a couple towels and tossed them on the bed in front of me.
"Come on, Q. They're wet." I shoved them onto the floor.
"Why are you so damn messy all the time?"
"Why are you always on my ass about stuff that doesn't even matter? Relax for like 5 minutes. I mean Jesus, Quinn, you're starting to stress me out and I don't really care about anything enough to get stressed about it."
She shrugged her shoulders and I could tell I had at least convinced her to take a break from her crazy.
"Fine. What are you watching?"
"I don't know. It's some Lifetime movie. I think it's supposed to be serious, but I think it's hilarious."
"You would." She lay down next to me on the queen size bed we'd have to share since the hotel only had so many double rooms. "Pass me the chips."
"Those are my chips, Q. Ask nicely?"
She looked at me with her pissed off stare.
"Oh please, you stole them from the mini-bar. Give me a damn chip, Santana."
I laughed at her and passed her the bag.
"You know, you're actually okay to be around when you're just chill like this."
"I'd be chill more often if you actually cared enough about other people's space to clean up after yourself." I rolled my eyes as she ate a chip. I decided I was done with this stupid argument. I stood, picked up the towels, took them into the bathroom and placed them on the rack so I could reuse them because I knew Quinn didn't like to be the person who just used towels once in hotels. She felt like the maids would judge her for wasting water by having to wash them. I walked back to the bed and plopped down next to her. She just ate another chip and stared at the screen. "Thank you," she offered. "Oh and this is pretty funny."
I smiled at her and she passed me the bag so I could pull a chip out for myself. We watched the movie and laughed together at all the overly dramatic parts, but also at the commercials for other Lifetime movies that aired during the one we were watching. She fell asleep before the credits rolled and I got up to brush my teeth and noticed her uniform was still sitting on the desk. I moved my clothes off the ironing board and quietly ironed her uniform so I wouldn't have to hear her complain about it at like 6 in the morning and hung it up in the closet. I slid underneath the cheap, thin hotel blanket and felt her shift her position.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome." I smiled and fell asleep. Turns out rooming with Q wasn't so bad after all.