"Not happening." Quinn said bluntly as she flipped the page from the book that she was certain that Santana had spent the past three days working on. She doesn't need to look at Santana to know that she was upset.
"I think if you—"
"Not, happening," Quinn repeated again, as she scans the papers.
"Well why not?" Santana snaps at Quinn, growing aggravated, Quinn had said no to most of her work.
Quinn pauses and puts the report down on the table looking up at Santana, "Don't do that. You sound like my wife."
"Expecting you to have a reason for telling me no?" Santana retorted crossing her arms over her chest. "Perish the thought, has anyone ever told you, that you never should have gotten married?"
"Charlie reminds me of it daily whenever she's around and Rachel's name comes up," Quinn frowns at the mention of her sister. There had been not a single word, which was to be expected but it clearly was causing her some distress.
"Charlie gets to wave around her sword and scare people, I mean she's probably having fun, right?" Santana offers moving to comfort Quinn, a grumpy Quinn was bad for everyone, and even though no one had said anything to her, especially not the vampires or shifters, it seemed to be expected that she was in charge of keeping Quinn happy. Even Sam had abandoned her, sure he had said he had training to do but she wasn't sure she believed him. He was a terrible liar.
Quinn grunts at this statement and looks over at Santana, "My sister, doesn't actually like murdering innocents, whether she views them as innocent or not is another story. Your words have had an effect on her, you may not see it or hear it, but she's been far kinder than normal. Personally, I find it disturbing. Also, since this needs to be stated we are not going to invest a greater percent of the budget for humanity."
Santana groaned at this, of course Quinn was being unreasonable, shooting down every idea that seemed to possibly threaten the budget. "We make up most of the population, our school systems are broken we need better teachers, better chances to grow Quinn. If you tax the shifters more—"
"I can see Burt now, huffing and puffing at me and plotting several ways to dethrone me now, if I even suggest a raise in taxes, and using the increased budget to invest in humanity." Quinn responded.
Santana raised a brow, "None of what I suggested was going to be cheap let alone easy. It requires effort on your part. It requires sacrifice as well, but it's for the better. Healthier blood means better tasting blood, right? And more importantly peace, plus why do you even care what Burt thinks or does? He's scared of you, they all are."
Quinn places the paper down on her desk for a moment, as she slides out of her chair and towards Santana, rolling her eyes when Santana took a step back. "He's not the only one that fears me."
"Please I don't fear you, I just think both you and your twin have an unnatural obsession with trying to make me uncomfortable. You get off on it, and you probably make fun of me behind my back with your secret twin language. I still don't understand a word of what Charlie signs."
"She does actually know several forms of sign language, honestly she just mixes them together and that's how I can tell what she's saying. Also, she's my twin I suppose there may or may not be some twin telepathy there." Quinn explains. "If anyone bothered to pay attention they'd find she's not impossible to understand. But I don't want to talk about my twin. I want you to prove it."
"Prove what? That I don't enjoy being sexually harassed?" Santana crosses her arms, even as she takes a step back, Quinn was moving closer in a way that was unnerving.
"Your body says otherwise," Quinn retorts, "You are aware that I loathe when people lie to me? It's insulting, I can smell it, your arousal. I can hear your heart racing in your chest."
Santana took another step back, frowning when she realizes her back is against the door, and Quinn's a step away from pinning her down. She side-steps and pushes forward, "Okay. I understand, Charlie's gone, you're feeling a bit horny, or whatever it is you vampires feel. But I am not your plaything. You're attractive, I'm flattered sometimes, other times it's just annoying—I spent days working on that and you haven't give it or any of my ideas the time of day. Besides Quinn, you're married and your twin enjoys showing me her sharp swords and her guns, other lethal objects in her possession, I've seen her torture another vampire for three days, with a smile on her face. You're not scary, you're a bit of a bitch, but Charlie she's—"
Quinn leans forward stopping Santana's ramblings with a kiss, shifting her weight slightly to catch Santana by the arm and push her back. "Charlie's not here," Quinn reminded her.
Santana nearly stumbled backwards, surprised by the action, it had felt nice. Good even, but—wrong. So very wrong. Charlie would chop her head off. "I'm aware of that," Santana said trying to tug her arm away, Quinn smelled good. She always smelt good, but she was to close and she was sure there was like vampire pheromones that were clouding her judgement and making her think that kissing back was a good idea. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Quinn says.
"With your vampire pheromones or whatever it is," Santana insists her fingers betraying how she felt and reaching to grip the bottom of Quinn's fancy shirt, wanting to touch the skin underneath.
"What are you talking about? I'm not a shifter. I don't secrete pheromones, I don't go into heat, what you're feeling right this moment, is lust. You want me, and at this moment I want you on my desk," Quinn informs her bluntly. "Your smell is intoxicating," Quinn says allowing Santana to touch her, enjoying her warmth.
Santana swallows, this was one of her worst ideas ever. And she had inadvertently joined a terrorist group. She would be lying if she wasn't at least curious, she'd caught the two of them having sex way too many times, she'd seen Quinn naked, and even with the scars on her body, she still looked absolutely amazing. Once wouldn't be bad right? "I don't want to become a blood whore," she mumbles looking away for a moment.
"I won't bite you," Quinn promises.
"Okay—I mean—" Santana stuttered, wondering if her curiosity was going to get her killed as she's suddenly moved against the table at a breakneck speed, she could feel Quinn's lips on hers. A breeze suddenly hits her chest, and she's realized almost a second too late that Quinn's torn her clothes. She wants to bitch at her, to remind her of all the snide comments she had made about Charlie's rush to get to what she wanted, but she can't even get the words out as Quinn's lips are currently locked against her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, in a way that felt dangerous and caused her to shiver, which only seemed to make her more excited. There was a danger to this, to having sex with Quinn, a taboo thrill. She reaches for Quinn's shirt, her hands shaking as she begins to unbutton the expensive shirt. She touches Quinn's abs, running her fingers along a faded scar on Quinn's ribs. She wants to ask, but it's a question for another time as she runs her hands along Quinn's body. She couldn't admit to herself how many times she'd dreamt of this exact scenario.
Quinn let's her shirt drop to the ground, gripping Santana's thigh and pulling her closer, as she trails her lips down, landing feathery kisses on Santana's abdomen before wrapping her lips around Santana's nipple giving it a quick tug with her teeth. She could feel Santana's body react underneath her, she could feel Santana pushing her chest forward wanting more of that. It was almost well worth the wait and she had been waiting for this.
Santana's body arcs in pleasure as she feels Quinn's fingers slide down the front of her pants, a finger spreading her folds and teasing her clit, with what she could only assume was four hundred odd years of practice in getting women off. "Fuck," Santana groans, spreading her legs a bit wider, but hoping that Quinn simply strips her out of it with her quick speed.
Quinn, pulls back a bit so she can look at Santana, as she drags her tongue along her lips, her eyes going black for a moment before she manages to pull herself together. Sex with humans especially was something she could lose herself in. But she needed to be careful as she grips the front of Santana's pants and twists her hand a bit freeing the button and tearing the fabric. If she couldn't drink Santana's blood then she'd have to make do with other things. She tears through Santana's underwear with a little effort, before leaning in and kissing Santana again forcing her to brace herself on the table.
It's a kiss that leaves her slightly dazed when Quinn pulls away, but she's quickly brought back to reality when she feels Quinn's lips on her clits. "Fuck, god," She reaches down and rests her hands on Quinn's shoulders. How long had it been? A few years since she'd last been fucked, a few nights of touching herself as quietly as she could be hoping that they didn't hear her get herself off, but this felt amazing. Like Quinn knew exactly where and how to get her off.
It's just as it tastes, slightly sweet, probably from trying to hang in with Charlie's obscene diet, but it's enjoyable and a dessert that she won't mind having more of as she begins to pick up speed, sliding her tongue past her folds and lapping up the nectar, quickly. She'd make sure that Santana would come back for more and more, she didn't need to rush things right now. She doesn't hesitate to slide a finger in after a moment, quickly adding another. Even with two fingers, Santana was tight, which made it so much easier to find that erogenous zone that caused Santana to nearly shout in pleasure. The other vampires had probably heard it, maybe a few of the shifters that were congregating. They could certainly smell the sex in the air. But she continued pushing her fingers deeper, with each thrust, wrapping her arm around Santana to keep her from bucking her hips back into her.
Santana grips Quinn's shoulders tighter, and moves to grasp Quinn's head and force it back there when Quinn's lips finally release her clit, the pleasure that had just wracked her body was intense, almost too intense, no one had the right to be that precise let alone good at sex. Maybe she was mistaken, people weren't blood whores because of how it felt to give blood, giving blood hurt, but the sex—oh god the sex was probably the best that they were ever going to have. The sensations were addicting. "Quinn—I—"
Quinn shifts as she stands up adjusting Santana's body as she licks her lips, Santana's wetness still coating them. She was close, she could hear her muscles tensing, see the glazed look in her eye. She was tempted to follow Charlie's example in this situation, one that she'd been on the receiving end of many times. Being tied down to the desk and left their wanting and definitely needy as Charlie went about her business. But this was Santana's first time and there would be time for that later. She makes a decision to get her off now, and continue this business later, in a more comfortable setting, but right now she had a job to do, as she runs her fingers along Santana's fold for a moment, before sliding two inside of her, causing her to gasp. She feels Santana's pussy clamp down on her fingers greedily and she slowly begins to pump in and out of her slowly at first as her thumb teases Santana's clit. There's a puddle on the ground from where Santana's practically dripping.
"Jesus—god—fuck Quinn!" Santana pants as Quinn suddenly kisses her again, it's like a rush and she has no idea what happens next, but she's cumming and she's cumming hard, her body spasming against Quinn's body. A vampire trick, she was certain of it, but she didn't care, as her body twitches her cunt twitching as she orgasms. It's certainly better than the ones she'd managed to give herself in the shower or with a pillow tucked between her legs, as she had imagined riding one of the twins. She slumps back a bit on the table, vaguely aware that her hands are on the paper that she had worked so hard on as she looks at Quinn, flushing slightly. "I—"
Quinn pulls her hand out, "Will head towards my room," Quinn informed her, as she brought the fingers to her lips and tasted it. "As you know I have a meeting soon, and I need to discuss some of your ideas. Do not make me come find you," Quinn says as she pulls on her shirt, buttoning it up. "Do you understand?"
Santana's mouth goes dry at the thought, more of this? They were going to have more sex? She had planned for this to be a one-time thing, but Quinn's voice didn't exactly suggest that she could refuse—not that she wanted to. She nods, wordlessly, her pussy still throbbing from her last orgasm and she bites her lip. She should have returned the favor, she needed to return the favor, it would be rude not to.
Quinn smirks, and leans forward to kiss Santana's forehead as she moves taking the report with her. "Don't worry it shouldn't take long, I don't actually want to deal with any of them today."
Santana nods again still slightly dazed and she feels a breeze and a click of the door, meaning that Quinn had left her alone. She slumps backwards onto the desk, falling completely and looks up at the ceiling before realizing that Quinn had torn her clothes, and left her with nothing to wear, and she would need to climb up the main stairs to get to their wing of the manor. The post-orgasmic smile on her face fades for a moment, "Quinn!"