Hey all, I don't really know what to say about this lol I haven't had any motivation to write and I've been trying to find some just to finish my current stories but it hasn't been working out. I decided to sit and write and this came about so I hope its not terrible. Thanks for reading.
This was inspired by this quote "Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us." From Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke.
There's a magic in watching the sunrise that Quinn normally takes for granted but today, a smile graces her lips as she watches the first rays of light peek out over the horizon. On an average day, she would still be asleep but her body felt the need to shake up her routine though she wouldn't dare complain. A crisp autumn breeze gently passes along the balcony, pushing her hair into view and subsequently causing her eyes to flutter close for a moment. She inhales fully, smiling deeply at the scent of musky sweet leaves and rich earth bringing warm feelings of nostalgia. She loves moments like this when she can just be alone with her thoughts. Having her solitude is of the utmost importance to her but sometimes it feels off like it does right now. She's enjoying her time but not in its entirety.
As she slowly exhales, her eyes reopen and she tightens her robe at the neckline. As her breath drifts away before her eyes, she considers going back to bed before Santana wakes up. She hates being cold and Quinn doesn't mind being treated like her personal furnace. Santana always says something about how she can't understand why Quinn is always so hot, just not as eloquently. It's more like, for a cold hearted bitch, you're a damn good foot warmer to which she responds with something sweet or sexual because it's the only way to stop a sparing match before it begins with Santana. Though sometimes she entices the devil that permanently resides in her wife.
Sometimes, she ponders her marriage but not because she regrets her choice, but because it still surprises her they have been married for three years. They've overcome so many obstacles and grown in different directions but somehow still managed to flourish together.
"What are you doing out here?" Quinn didn't hear the door open behind her over her thoughts.
Standing in the oversized gray sweatshirt Quinn had accidentally stolen from the laundry room in her dorm years ago, was a half-awake Santana rubbing at her right eye. As the shirt slid down Santana's left shoulder, Quinn smiles warmly watching a few runaway hairs whip around Santana's head with the rest tucked untidily in her ponytail.
"Why are you up?"
"It's cold." Quinn chuckles lightly at the raspy whine in response.
"I guess that's my fault." Santana keeps her right eye closed, watching Quinn with a barely open left one as she nods her agreement.
"Duh. Come back." Quinn didn't hesitate, standing to accept the outstretched hand before her.
Her arm finds a place around Santana's shoulders and an arm wraps around her waist. Their first few steps are awkward after Santana rests her head against Quinn's shoulder but they make it work as Quinn leads them back to bed. Once settled, Quinn finds herself nestled in Santana's neck, her leg thrown over tan ones with her arm tucked securely under Santana's back. As expected, Santana was asleep within seconds but she wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep herself. This time when she woke up, she checked the time. It was only 9:30 and Santana was out of bed? Was she still dreaming? Getting up, she goes to the bathroom and rolls her eyes at the pile of dirty clothes scattered over the floor in front of her, instead of in the hamper. Once she's done, goes to the kitchen to find her wife sitting a plate of food on the island.
"Perfect timing." The brunette smiles before pecking Quinn's lips as she moves past her towards their Keurig. Still the best wedding gift they received in Quinn's opinion.
"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Santana gives Quinn a hard look, causing the blonde to chuckle.
"Sit your ungrateful ass down and eat the food."
"I was just making sure no one replaced you with a clone or something. You should be happy I know you so well." In all the years Quinn has known her wife, she's never known her to purposely wake up before eleven on the weekend.
"Shut up." Quinn smiles amused as she decides to sit at the island and wait for Santana.
"How'd you sleep?" She asks once Santana brings their coffee to the island.
"Fine, I guess. Stop leaving me." Quinn can't stop her chuckle at the seriousness in Santana's voice.
"You expect me to lie in bed until you wake up?"
"Yep. We're married so that's like a rule." Quinn raises a brow.
"Since when?"
"Right now," Santana smirks as she lifts her mug to her lips.
"Oh, yeah? Well here's another rule. Stop leaving your clothes on the bathroom floor." Santana gazes at Quinn briefly before responding.
"Veto."
"What?" Santana takes another sip of her coffee.
"I'm vetoing that."
"What makes you think you can even do that?"
"Who says I can't?" She smirks and Quinn chuckles.
"Me."
"You don't get that power," Santana says barely able to keep a straight face.
"Why not?" Santana laughs.
"We all know who wears the pants here, Q." Quinn watches the smug smile make its way to Santana's lips and smirks.
"You sure about that?" Santana squints at Quinn, remembering all their so-called friends betraying her the last time they had this conversation and Quinn called in backup.
"Whatever. So what's the plan for today?" Quinn shrugs as she grabs a piece of toast from her plate.
"Weren't you supposed to be doing something with Mercedes tonight?" Santana nods.
"Aren't you chillin' with Berry and the twinks tonight?" Quinn nods though she's not sure if she wants to follow through on her plans. It's not often Quinn has the opportunity to be alone and with Santana having plans, maybe she'd get her chance.
"Yeah, but I don't know. I might cancel."
"Why?" Quinn responds after swallowing her food.
"I just…I don't know. I don't really feel like being social." Santana nods.
"Me either but I don't want to stay at home all day." Guess there's no alone time today but that isn't a big deal and she just gave Quinn an idea, well she'd already been thinking about it but she didn't want to impose on Santana's day.
"Well, I have an idea if you're interested." Santana only continues gazing at her.
"Let's go apple picking!" She was as surprised at Quinn's excitement as much as the blonde was. Quinn kind of always wanted to go but never had.
"Apple picking?" Santana pondered out loud.
"Yeah, we could…make a cider or something." She didn't need to be convinced. Quinn could have asked her to practice throwing knives at an apple on top of Santana's head and she - okay that would take some convincing but apple picking was much simpler.
"Are we those kinds of lesbians now?" Quinn scoffs.
"Do you wanna go or not?"
"So, how the hell do you even make cider?" Santana asks as she hands Quinn the last of the apples to be washed.
"It can't be that hard."
"Not saying it is but have you ever done it before?"
"Nope. That's what the internet is for." Quinn says as she directs her attention to her phone. While she's scrolling, Santana plants herself behind Quinn snaking her arms around her waist. At the feel of Santana's cheek against her back, her body relaxes and Quinn smiles.
"Are you going to help me or just follow me around all day?" Santana scoffs.
"You think you're the center of my life or something?" Quinn smirks as she turns to face her wife.
"I know I am." She's met with a mild glare but Santana otherwise doesn't respond, prompting her to close the distance between their lips.
Santana pulls her closer as Quinn rests along the side of her face while their lips meld together. Whenever they touch it feels like they're melting into one being and it's as addictive as it is intoxicating but Quinn pulls away knowing what's coming next.
"We need to finish this first." Quinn gently pushes Santana's shoulders as her lips find their way to her neck.
"We really don't," Santana murmurs before continuing her exploration of Quinn's skin.
"But I want to." She tugs Santana's hair until their face to face once again but now there are cracks in her resolve from the moan her action evokes.
"It'll still be here when I'm done making you cum." But would she have the strength to stand?
"Later. I promise." She pecks Santana's nose for good measure and slips out of her grip.
"Ugh, this cider better be the best fucking cider ever." Quinn chuckled as she continued to search for a recipe.
After she brought all her ingredients together in the pot and left it to simmer, Quinn grabbed the book she was currently reading and retreated to their bedroom. She expected Santana to join her but after an hour, the brunette still hadn't entered the room so she called out to her.
"Yeah?" Santana answers from the threshold of the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching some trashy reality show. Why?" Quinn's brows furrowed.
"Why are you out there?" Now Santana looks confused.
"I figured you wanted to be alone or something so…" She shrugs.
She wasn't wrong but Quinn still wants her close. Closer than the living room. Maybe an hour of solitude was enough? Quinn pats the spot next to her and Santana climbs into bed, lying on her back before resting her head on Quinn's thigh and Quinn readjusts herself then threads her fingers through Santana's hair before returning to her book.
Not long after, she hears soft snores from the woman and smiles to herself. There hasn't been a day she isn't grateful for her wife. Even on the hard ones. Santana has taught her a lot about love and herself. They've had to learn how to communicate with each other, trust each other and expose every flaw and insecurity to each other. It took time, effort, and many many arguments but here they are. Stronger than ever because they both realized that their incompatibilities never really mattered because they love each other with the knowledge that they are flawed. The only thing that matters is that they found a way to manage their imperfections to make them both happy.
She leans over, setting her book down on the nightstand to admire the soft features of her lover. Santana is always most beautiful this way. Quinn's fingertips gently dance along the delicate skin of Santana's neck before cupping her cheek. Her eyes study Santana's relaxed brow, slightly parted lips, and the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her thumb moves gingerly over a plump pink lip, tracing the familiar lines in her mind. Her lips are as soft as cotton candy but tastes sweeter than the purest honey.
Soon her hand drifts from Santana's head to her chest, settling over the oversized sweatshirt she'd slipped back into. The coarse material of the shirt isn't what she needs so she quickly finds the hem, sighing contentedly when she's met with warm skin. Lightly dragging her fingertips along Santana's sides causes the woman to stir but her eyes never open. Fingers splay over her abdomen causing the muscles beneath to quiver vaguely as her hand makes its way to her ribcage. Quinn's fingertips tease along her rib cage to her hip then back again until she notices an erect peak pushing against the material of the sweatshirt. A smirk plants itself on her lips as her fingers glide along the soft flesh of Santana's breast, relishing in the weak roll of Santana's hips she receives in response. She loves everything about Santana's body but her boobs far surpass anything else. She's careful to stroke around the nipple until she's ready to give it her attention and she watches Santana's face to see if she's woken up yet.
The brunette's eyes remain closed but when she arches her back slightly, Quinn knows she's awake. Taking the hint, Quinn squeezes her breast with enough pressure to elicit a soft moan and finally makes contact with her stiff nipple. Her lip becomes trapped between her teeth as her forefinger and thumb roll and pinch the nub. Another moan escapes Santana's lips as Quinn's finger flicks back and forth over her nipple while Quinn watches her hips wiggle with anticipation.
"Baby," Santana breathes out.
Quinn knows what she wants and normally she would tease her more but she wants it too. Her hand trails down to her panties, slipping past the waistband effortlessly until she's met with enough slickness to make her moan. She still couldn't decide what felt the best about Santana, being inside her or drinking from her never-ending fountain. Her fingers moved rhythmically through her slick folds, just grazing her clit every time until she finally enters her with two digits.
"Oh fuck…" Those honeyed curses are music to Quinn's ears as she uses her other hand to lift Santana's shirt, exposing her breasts while she finds a rhythm Santana will enjoy.
Feeling her warm, soft ridges gliding along her fingers while playing with her wife's breast completely ruins her panties. Pleasing Santana brings her more pleasure than being pleased and she thinks she might finish from the visual alone. It wouldn't be the first time.
Santana's hips begin to move in time with Quinn's fingers and her breathing becomes heavier. She's too close, Quinn can feel it and she's not ready for this to end. Not yet. Santana watches Quinn with mild irritation for ceasing her motions.
"What are y-y-...oh my god," Quinn kills Santana's sentence as she straddles her and thrusts her fingers as deep as she can. Quinn smirks from above her, quickening her pace.
"What was that?" She husks as Santana's nails dig into her thighs.
"Fuck…fuck me, Quinn." It was more forceful than she expected with Santana's quivering but she didn't need to be told twice.
Quinn leans forward, capturing Santana's nipple in her mouth as her fingers continue working furiously. She wanted to feel Santana's juices rushing down her hand and arm and she was going to get it. Her hips began to move on their own accord as she felt Santana's muscles relaxing against her fingers, allowing her more access but then a hand slips under the waistband of her panties.
"San…" The whisper fell from her lips as her eyes instinctively shut. Santana's fingers teased at her clit and her body jerked away involuntarily but she wanted more and forced her hips forward.
Quinn sat back as Santana entered her and used her free hand to brace herself against the woman's stomach. It felt fantastic to be inside of Santana but even better when Santana was inside of her. Their hands begin to move in time with each other and Quinn feels her orgasm quickly approaching so she presses her thumb against Santana's clit, stroking in tight circles to bring her over the edge. As Santana's hand skims over Quinn's stomach, the blonde's breath catches as her breast meets the warmth of Santana's palm and she finds herself lifting herself from Santana's fingers before driving them back inside. Over and over, wrapping her hand around Santana's neck just for support.
"I'm so close," Her hips move faster as Santana's fingertip brushes a spot that shouldn't feel this good. Over and over and it's causing a different build-up of pressure she's never felt but God, she doesn't want it to stop.
"Yes, Q!" Feeling Santana's walls pulsating around her, pulling her further inside is literally heaven at her fingertips.
Quinn watches her orgasm euphorically twist her features as she rides the wave and Quinn feels herself tightening her grip around Santana's neck as she lets go. Their chests heave, breath ragged as a string of curses spill from Santana's lips while liquid spills down her forearm forming a small pool on her stomach. Quinn's body shakes as she tries, and fails, to stop herself from falling into a heap on top of Santana.
"That was so fucking hot." Quinn can barely register the words being spoken to her. Her world was still spinning.
"Mhm." She lazily responds and Santana giggles.
"You didn't just piss on me, right?" Quinn lazily slaps Santana's shoulder. No, she'd never squirted before but she didn't think it was pee.
"No, you idiot." She says before just barely moving her body over enough to relieve Santana of some of her body weight.
"From now on, that's the goal every time I fuck you." Quinn chuckled, her eyes barely opening as she nestles into Santana's neck.
"What?"
"You heard me. Just thinking about it makes me want to fuck you all over again." That brought a smile to Quinn's face.
"You got lucky. There's no way you can make me do it again."
"Excuse me? Luck? No. That takes skill, which I'm never lacking." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
Returning to the cider, Santana helps Quinn mash the apples then return them to the pot to simmer for another hour and made sandwiches for a late lunch. Quinn is waiting for Santana to return with the bag of caramel corn she asked her to grab but she sure is taking her sweet time.
"Any day now," Quinn says loud enough to be heard throughout the house.
"Calm your tits Fabgay, I'm comin'" Quinn glares at the woman when she approaches the couch.
"What?" Santana questions as she sits next to her wife.
"The names Lopez. Get it right." Santana snorts.
"Whatever… Lopez-bian." Quinn chuckles.
"That was so lame," Santana could've done better but it was her name too afterall.
"Also, I'm not a lesbian." Santana's brows furrow as she hands Quinn the popcorn.
"You're not?" Quinn shakes her head as she plays the movie she had been waiting to start.
"I still like men, Santana. I'm just in a lesbian relationship."
"So…if we got divorced or I died, you'd be with a guy?" Quinn ponders this before responding.
"It's…possible but not probable. I never knew how fun boobs could be until we got together." Santana chuckles as she grabs her sandwich from the table in front of her.
"Well you can't move on with another woman if we end for whatever reason." Quinn's brow lifts.
"Why not?"
"Rule." Quinn snorts. What was with Santana and these "rules" today?
"Veto."
"You can't do that." Quinn laughs as she bites her sandwich.
"Can and did. You can't tell me who I can be with if we're not together. Especially if you're dead."
"I'll haunt you so fucking hard," The seriousness on Santana's face makes the words that much funnier.
"And I'll make your afterlife Hell." She adds.
"Do you think I care?"
"I know you do Blondie." Quinn only shakes her head.
"Why can't I be with another woman?"
"Because you'd be fucking distraught over not having me in your life. Totally wrecked and broken beyond repair so naturally, any other boobs or vag will disgust you. It'll never get any better than this. No one compares." Quinn almost doubles over as Santana gestures to herself.
"I didn't get the joke. Stick to dumb boys or you'll regret it Q." This only caused her to laugh more.
"How is that even fair? You'd move on with another woman." Santana crosses her legs and grabs her sandwich, watching Quinn from the corner of her eye.
"No, I wouldn't." She states matter of factly.
"You wouldn't? Did you magically choose to like guys now?" Santana bites her sandwich before turning to her wife.
"No. There's no moving on from you. Yeah, I might fuck a few girls but I'd stay single because no one compares to you either." Quinn's cheeks begin to flush as she eyes her wife adoringly.
"You could've just said you love me."
"Is that not what I said? I always knew you were a little slow on the draw but maybe you should stop bleaching your hair. Preserve the few braincells that's left. " Santana smirks.
"Maybe you should go fuck yourself?" Santana chuckles.
"You do it better. Ready for another round?" Quinn scowls at the wink Santana throws her and pushes her knee with her own.
Their cider is finally finished but they decide to have some after dinner. They settle on ordering a pizza and while they wait, they sit on the couch, silently existing within their own world as well as each others. Quinn continues reading her book while Santana plays a game on her phone and absentmindedly twists the wedding band on Quinn's ring finger. Once the pizza arrives, they sit and talk while they eat then cuddle on the couch as they watch another movie. Days like today are the kind Quinn lives for.
While Santana eats another slice of pizza in the kitchen, Quinn grabs a blanket and heads out to the balcony. She lights the glass fire pit, Santana's favorite wedding gift, makes herself cozy in their hammock, and gazes out into the night sky. The stars seem to be shining brighter tonight and she rocks back and forth, she realizes all would be perfect if -
"Hey," The soft greeting earns Santana a tender smile.
"Hey," Quinn returns as she reaches her hand to the mug being offered to her.
"Want some company?" Santana asks before taking a sip of her hot apple cider.
Quinn nods, opening the blanket and her legs so that Santana can carefully slide into them. Once she's settled, she rests her head against Quinn's chest, nursing the mug in her hand.
"How are feeling today?" Santana asks softly and Quinn's brows furrow gently.
"Fine. Why do you ask?" Santana shrugs lightly, turning to look over her shoulder at Quinn.
"Kinda got the vibe you wanted to be alone today." Quinn nods.
"You're not wrong but I'm okay."
"You're sure? because I can go find something to do." Quinn smiles and kisses Santana's cheek.
"I like that you give me my space but being alone is always better with you." Santana smiles sweetly and pecks her lips as Quinn wraps her free arm around Santana's midsection.
"This is why you're my favorite wife." Quinn chuckles.
"I'm your only wife," Santana smirks as she returns to her previous position.
"You don't know that." Quinn is certain she does know that but she doesn't respond and Santana speaks up again.
"Q?"
"Hm?"
"I love you too." Quinn smiles as her chest swells with warmth and sips her cider.
Being alone is great but being alone with Santana is unparalleled.
