Quinn kneels at the altar, towering form of Jesus nailed to the cross looming over her as she prays.
"- clean me of these wicked thoughts, oh lord, that I may not fall down that dark path again. I swear t-"
"Melodramatic much? Everyone gets horny, Quinn. No need to aggrandize it like your pussy is the One Ring of Power or some shit."
Quinn clenches her fists and grinds her teeth. "Amen."
She then stands to face Santana, sneering at her.
"I'm surprised you could walk through those doors without bursting into flames."
Santana smirks.
"Honestly, so am I."
Quinn shakes her head lightly, then turns away from Santana once more, kneeling back at the altar.
"Leave me alone, Santana."
Santana walks slowly toward Quinn, crossing her arms, but eyes with nothing but sadness and worry.
"You've got to stop doing this to yourself, Q."
Quinn keeps her head bowed as she responds. "I have to repent. I'm not supposed to have these thoughts. It's wrong."
Santana kneels next to Quinn and reaches for her clasped hands, prying them apart and winding their fingers together. Quinn pulls breath into her lungs shakily, trying with everything in her to will away the watery pressure behind her eyes. All she can focus on is how soft yet strong Santana's hands are.
"Why is it wrong?"
Quinn's voice quivers, internally chiding herself for letting the tears fall down her face.
"If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them."
Santana rolls her eyes.
"Well luckily neither of us are dudes."
Quinn finally lifts her head to glare at Santana, and she growls out -
"Stop fucking joking, Santana! You know how important my faith is to me."
Santana sighs deeply and says, "Yeah, and this is the same book that said eating shellfish, and wearing cloth of mixed fabrics is an abomination. And it also says all sins are equal in the eyes of God. We've been forgiven, Quinn. And I don't even buy that framing of it. I won't accept that the way I feel about you is a sin.
Quinn drops her head to stare at the floor, tears dripping down to patter the surface along with the water dripping from her hair.
Santana tilts her head to an angle where she can see Quinn's face.
"And even if it was, even if I'd be damned to hell for loving you,"
She releases one of Quinn's hands so she can reach up to cup Quinn's chin, turning it towards her so she can meet Quinn's teary gaze.
"- I'd love you anyway. Because you're worth it."
Quinn sobs quietly, gripping the hand on her chin, hesitantly at first, but once her lips make contact with Santana's knuckles, she abandons her reservations and plants kisses to every inch of the latina's hand, front and back, all the way to the tips of her fingers. She pulls back with a heartbroken sigh.
"My dad would kill me."
Santana cups both of Quinn's cheeks in her palms, bringing their faces closer and closer as she whispers assurances to the blonde.
"I would never let him hurt you."
Quinn sobs harder, breaking Santana's heart.
"He'll kick me out."
Santana's forehead meets Quinn's as they drift ever closer.
"You can stay with me."
Quinn's eyes open, still streaming, but meeting Santana's dark stare.
"I... I just... I-"
Santana closes the distance, their lips meeting in an immediately passionate kiss. Quinn moans deeply as Santana pulls their bodies together, Quinn gripping Santana's hip and back as if it were a lifeline. As if when she lets go, the other girl will disappear, and she'd be left alone once again.
Santana brings a hand up to the root of Quinn's damp hair, fisting the locks, and pulling so that Quinn tilts her head backwards, granting Santana access to her neck.
Quinn lets out a gutteral moan as Santana roughly sucks and licks the soft skin at the base of her throat. "Fuck, S."
Santana growls in excitement at Quinn's breathy whispers. She pushes her body further into Quinn's, making the blonde lay back onto the floor, Santana lying atop her, pressed in between Quinn's beautifully thick thighs.
Quinn moans louder as Santana grinds her hardness into her covered center, lifting her hips into Santana's thrusts.
Santana pulls away, smashing her lips into Quinn's once again, sucking the girl's tongue into her mouth. Quinn shudders, hands shaking in an overload of sensation. She brings them up to unbutton Santana's shirt, the other girl not breaking their kiss in the process of shrugging the shirt off her body.
She finally does break the embrace, however, to peel her revealing undershirt off. Quinn's self control snaps then, reaching up to yank the bra down, Santana's brown-tipped breasts falling from the restraints. Quinn wastes no time in lunging upward to take a nipple into her mouth, gently teething it as she sucks and licks at the hard nub. Now Santana is the one to moan, and moan loudly.
"Oh, fuck, baby. Oh god, you feel so fucking good."
Quinn hums in pleasure into the beautiful, darkened breast, then pulling away to suck the other into her mouth. Santana begins panting, and thrusting once again, bringing pleasured sighs from both girls.
When Quinn releases her other nipple at last, Santana shoves her back to the floor, reaching down to unbutton Quinn's jeans, Quinn lifting her hips to assist Santana's attempt to pull the tight jeans off the blonde. Santana kisses Quinn one last time before crawling down her perfect body until she's face to face with Quinn's soaked panties. She buries her face in-between Quinn's thighs, deeply inhaling her scent and pushing her tongue into the fabric, wetness of her tongue meeting wetness of Quinn's pussy.
Quinn screams in ecstasy as Santana licks at her rigorously. The darker girl pulls back so she can grip the cotton barrier, tearing them away, not caring in the slightest that they're now ruined. She leans back down, close enough that Quinn can feel her hot breath on her lower lips, but Santana just looks, soaking in the sight of Quinn's dripping core. 'Art' she thinks to herself.
Quinn groans in discomfort and raises her hips toward her lover.
"San... baby, please."
Santana leans into her, and ever so lightly brushes her tongue up Quinn's labia, parting her lips slightly, until the muscle meets the pearl of Quinn's clit. The blonde lets out a gutteral moan. Santana can tease no longer, however, pushing her mouth onto the taller girl's pussy, pushing her tongue deep into the tight channel, humming in delight at the taste of her. 'Fuck, I've missed this' she thinks before her mind goes completely blank, losing all ability to focus on anything but lapping and thrusting her tongue into the velvet tunnel.
"Oh god! Fuck, San!"
Santana moves up to suck Quinn's clit between her lips, sucking hard as she slides two fingers into the blonde's cunt, sawing them inside and out, curling them up to press the spongy spot inside her.
Quinn screams a strained whistle of a scream as she cums hard all over Santana's fingers, Santana pulling them out so she can suck the cum out of her, moaning loudly at the taste.
Quinn pants, body slack as Santana continues to lap at her. She quickly recovers, and pulls Santana's head up so she can look at her. Her eyes darken further at the sight of her juices glistening on Santana's face.
Quinn pulls Santana up to meet her in a heated kiss, Quinn sucking the taste of herself from Santana's tongue, then pulling back so she can lick the remaining cum from the latina's cheeks.
"Fuck, that's hot."
Quinn chuckles against her cheek, then pulls back, cupping Santana's glowing cheeks, and staring adoringly into her eyes. Quinn closes the distance, kissing her gently. Soft lips slide against one another as tongues meet and explore each other's mouths.
It doesn't take long for it to heat up, the two groping at one another, trying to find the perfect spots to drive the other wild.
When they pull away, Quinn breathes out against Santana's lips,
"Take off your pants. I want you inside me."
Santana growls, pulling back to lean back on her knees, reaching down to undo the belt on her shorts. Quinn slaps her hands away and takes over, undoing it and pulling the shorts down Santana's caramel thighs, her cock springing out, and Quinn immediately wraps her hands around it. She spits on her palms and strokes it slowly before licking her lips, and wrapping them around the head.
"Oh, fuck, Q."
Quinn strokes the shaft, allowing more and more into her mouth with every pump, until finally takes all 9 inches down her throat, gagging a bit, but powering through, grabbing onto Santana's thighs and pulling herself further into Santana's groin, bobbing her head back and forth rapidly - fucking her own throat onto Santana's thick cock.
"Fuck, Q, I'm gonna cum."
Quinn pulls back abruptly, leaving San's cock nice and wet with spit. Quinn ducks down to take San's swollen balls into her mouth, pressing her erection onto her face, stroking it slowly.
Quinn releases Santana's balls with a pop, still stroking and giving kitty licks to the tip.
"Fuck, Q... Let me cum! Please, baby!"
Quinn rubs the cock up and down her face as she speaks.
"Brittany can't make you feel like this, can she?"
Santana whines, squeaking out,
"No, Q, just you."
"Say it."
"Brittany can't compare to you, baby. You're so much better. You make me feel so good."
"You're mine, aren't you?"
"Of course I am, Quinn."
Quinn stops stroking.
"Say. It."
Santana doesn't hesitate. She was so close that she'd confess to first degree murder to cum right now.
"I'm yours, baby. I've always been yours."
Quinn growls, resuming her stroking, slowly at first, but building up speed fast, licking Santana's cock, pressing her pillowy lips against the head.
"Cum on me, San. Cum on me."
"Oh fuck!"
She explodes, ropes of cum shooting onto Quinn's face, the blonde shutting her eyes, moaning as she's painted in white. She lets her mouth fall open so she can catch some in her mouth, swallowing instantly. When the torrent of cum ceases, Quinn pulls the cock back into her mouth, sucking every last drop out of the dark girl. She deepthroats her cock, humming as it slides into the back of her throat.
Santana's arms flail about, screams flowing from her mouth with no restraint as she's overwhelmed by the sensation of her sensitive prick being sucked on so harshly. Quinn bobs a few more times before pulling back, releasing the still-hard cock. Quinn brings her fingers up to her face, wiping the cum away, and sucking it off her fingers, swallowing it all down. She lets out a pleased groan, as if it were the most delicious dish she'd ever had.
"Stay hard, baby."
Santana lets out a throaty laugh as she lays back.
"I don't think you have to worry about that."
"Good."
Quinn straddles Santana's hips, leaning onto her palm so that her upper body leans down toward San, while using her free hand to grab onto the latina's cock, rubbing it up and down her wet pussy, coating the hardness in her natural lubricant.
Both of them groan in pleasure. Quinn then takes the plunge and guides it into her, sighing in ecstacy at the way the rod stretches her just right.
"Oh god, Quinn."
Quinn doesn't give herself but a moment to adjust before she starts bouncing up and down on Santana's cock, letting out a constant stream of whimpers as it hits just the right spots. "God, San, I've missed your cock so much."
Santana grunts, too busy focusing on the feeling of Quinn wrapped around her. She places her hands on Quinn's hips, but not guiding her, allowing the blonde complete control.
Quinn stops bobbing up and down and begins grinding back and forth. Santana sliding her hands further back to take Quinn's firm ass into her hands, Squeezing the cheeks roughly.
Quinn pants between words, "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck, oh god!"
She grinds faster back and forth. Faster still, rotating her hips with the grace of a dancer.
"I'm close, San, baby."
Santana nods, breathing out, "Me too, Q."
Quinn slows down a bit, nearly worn out. Santana sees an opportunity and seizes it, flipping them, thrusting in and out of Quinn's slick tunnel from atop her. Quinn's arms hastily wrap around the shorter girl, nails digging into the flesh of her back. She doesn't hold herself back, screaming out as Santana takes her closer and closer. Santana dips her head down to suck and bite at Quinn's neck, marking her. Quinn screams louder still, pulling one of her hands from her back to tangle into San's dark hair as she hammers faster and harder into the girl beneath her.
"Cum in me, San. Inside. I need to feel you. Fill me with your cum."
Santana groans fiercely, thrusting as fast and hard as she can, reaching one hand between them to circle Quinn's clit with her fingers, pinching it lightly between to of her uppermost knuckles and massaging it with a third finger.
That's the threshold for Quinn. The wire that had been winding tighter and tighter in her snaps, causing the girl to shake, and scream silently. The way Quinn tightens and clenches around Santana drives her over the edge, pulling back from the crook of Quinn's neck as she lets out a primal groan from deep within her.
As Santana's warm cum shoots deep into Quinn, her silent scream becomes silent no longer, but loud enough to be heard from the heavens.
Santana collapses atop Quinn, breathing raggedly, back rising and falling as she tries to even her airflow out.
Quinn's hand reaches up to stroke Santana's hair lovingly.
"Quinn?"
"Hmm?"
"I... never mind."
A tense silence follows as Quinn's hand stills in the latina's hair. She unwinds her fingers from the raven curls and takes Santana's face in her hands, tilting it up to meet her eyes. Quinn's endless pools of gold and green stare into the darkness of Santana's chocolate orbs.
"I love you, Santana."
Santana's eyes fill with tears immediately, biting her bottom lip as she tries to keep it together.
"I love you too, Lucy.
Quinn's eyes soften further at the name.
"You know if anyone but you called me that, they'd get a slushy bath worse than anything the midget's taken."
Santana snorts as she leans in to kiss Quinn softly. Amused words spilling through as their lips part.
"Don't talk about Berry while I'm inside you. You'll kill the mood."
Quinn laughs and resumes playing with Santana's hair.
"Sorry."
They share a moment of comfortable silence. Content just the way they are.
After a while, Santana moves to pull out of Quinn, who whines in disappointment.
"Sorry, babe. Gotta go find us a blanket or something. It's cold as balls in here."
Quinn throws her discarded shirt at Santana petulantly.
"Hurry back!"
Santana smirks at her. "Hey... it's me!"
Quinn rolls her eyes at her lover with a fond expression.
"Star Wars quotes. Why am I not surprised? You haven't changed a bit."
Santana smirks.
"Why would I want to do that? I'm awesome."
With that she goes to look around some of the other rooms in the church, leaving Quinn alone with her thoughts. As her eyes drift up to the carved Jesus looming above her, she feels a stampede of guilt drop through her stomach. She sits up, reaching to grasp the cross hanging from her neck. Her eyes fill with tears once more.
"Sinner."
Santana finds a closet near the priest's office full of pillows and blankets. In case of emergencies requiring people to flood to the sanctuary of the church, she assumes.
Santana grabs a handful of blankets and two pillows and walks back the way she came toward the main hall. She freezes in the doorway when she returns to find her clothes littering the ground. Only her clothes. Quinn and her belongings are gone. Santana walks over to the pew nearest ground zero of their lovemaking, sitting and clutching the pillows to her chest tightly. Her gaze rises to scan the wooden Jesus standing tall.
It's then, for the first time in years, with tears running down her face, Santana prays.