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WARNING: This chapter contains some smut so if you aren't in to that then skip it. Once they get to the hotel that's when you can stop reading. The last two or three paragraphs are kinda fluffy.
If it doesn't both you and you do read, please don't make fun of me lol. I'm really not the best at writing smut or dirty talk either.
Anygays, enjoy!
Goodbyes within the Glee club were so dramatic they made Santana want to puke. They were too drawn out and emotional, even when they were going to see each other the next day. A simple "bye" and maybe a small hug would suffice for her. So maybe she hid out in the Breadstix bathroom until she got a scolding text from Kurt, sue her.
She skipped out of the restaurant knowing Puck would be waiting to drive her back to the school for her car. He hated Glee club goodbyes just as much as her so she definitely owed him one for sticking around. But before she could make it to Puck's pickup there was one person left.
"Does your mother know you smoke?" Santana asked in her best masculine, authoritative voice.
Quinn looked up at Santana realizing she had been caught. Santana gingerly sat down next to the older woman on the bench. The lights from above shone down on Quinn casting a glow over her face. Her hair looked gold and her eyes more green than hazel. She was breathtaking, as usual.
"I've quit everything except for the occasional cigarette. I really only smoke when I'm stressed."
Santana felt her heart ache at the small, carefree grin consuming Quinn's facial features. 'No one should be allowed to look that beautiful. Too ethereal.' Kurt and Rachel would totally be busting her balls if they were hear reading her thoughts now.
"Mind if I?" Santana nodded her head at the cigarette.
Quinn looked back at Santana to gauge her facial features. She knew Santana smoked cigars but not cigarettes. Not to mention she wasn't badgering Quinn for her dirty little habit. She went ahead and passed it on to the Latina and watched in awe as she expertly inhaled.
She rested her cheek on her hand continuing to watch Santana. Watching Santana had become a fun habit of hers over the years. In high school she watched Santana to make sure she wasn't plotting against Quinn. Santana was her only worthy opponent so she had to keep an eye on her. But after school hours it only festered. She would watch Santana at sleepovers, at pool parties. Watching Santana after graduation was her favorite thing; examining for any new physical differences, watching her react to people and events.
"I thought you smoked cigars."
"Yeah well my dad stopped and my abuela won't let my anywhere near my abuelo's stuff so." Santana was smiling but Quinn saw the pain in her eyes and voice.
Ten years later and it was still like Santana's abuela had kicked her out of her house the day before. Thanks to Sue they had come to some sort of compromise seven years ago but things were tense and awkward. Their relationship would never be the same and every time Santana thought about that it made her hurt in inexplicable ways. It would take her breath away and her chest would ache for minutes and she would feel nauseous.
Quinn didn't know this but she could guess. Everyone knew how torn up Santana was over her estranged relationship with her abuela. She couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving her (supposed of) best friend hanging for two and a half years.
"Why are you stressed?" Santana just realized Quinn said the only time she smoked was when she was stressed. She hadn't necessarily seemed stressed that night, just reserved. She was quiet for the most part when they ate, even her laughs were small. It was like she was stuck deep in thought.
Quinn's eyes flashed with a dark supermassive hunger that left Santana in shambles. There was only one other time Quinn had looked at her that way and that was at Mr.Schue's reception. And again before their second time. She had given her that look the few other times but never as hungry and exotic as the first time. Until now at least.
"I'm just sexually frustrated." There was no way around lying that she was stressed over her absence of friendship with Santana or how she yearned for Santana, so she thought she'd come right out and say it.
Santana on the other hand didn't find it so easy. It seemed like ever since Quinn sat down next to her in that church pew that she had been surprising her. She always had an inkling that Quinn was supressing some major attraction towards girls (she did have an awesome gaydar after all), but when Quinn started making moves on her she had been thrown for a loop. Honestly she had never expected Quinn Fabray to sleep with another girl, not the way they had at least. Maybe getting drunk one night at some frat party and being so overwhelmed that it just happened. But then she'd push it down with more ferocity than before, and either it never happened again or it did but in secret.
Instead Quinn had been hinting at Santana the whole night, saying she was killing it in her dress and that she liked slow dancing, there were even some touches to the arm or side. Quinn had been the one to ask Santana if she wanted to go upstairs. Santana definitely made Quinn cum first but for their second time Quinn was navigating her way around Santana's vagina like she had already done it before. She hadn't which made the experience even more satisfying.
Every time after had been full of knock out orgasms, scratches, gurgling moans, and tear jerking cuddles. No one else could compare to Quinn in bed, except for maybe Brittany but Santana would definitely never tell Quinn that. She had slept with a few girls here and there but nothing ever bloomed into something serious. For the past two and a half years the only pleasure Santana could get was from herself.
She knew that the fact that she hadn't slept with anyone in three years was a big red flag. Jumping right back into bed (literally) with Quinn wasn't the best idea. But she was horny and Quinn was the only one she wanted. So after some processing of this bold and outspoken Quinn, she put out their cigarette and made haste for Puck's truck.
"Okay Puckerman, step on it." Santana commanded before Quinn even closed the door all the way.
"Aye aye Captain Lezzy." Puck saluted her.
The next six minutes were some of the most excruciating minutes for Santana. They were lucky it was past midnight and it was a small town so everything was close by. She knew Puck wouldn't care if her and Quinn got their mack on but she knew if they started, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
Puck parked his truck next to Santana's car that she was borrowing from her mom. Living in New York meant there was no need for her to have her own car in Lima and her dad had his own car as well, so she just drove her moms. Driving her moms car meant no car sex which was putting Santana's patience and self control to her limits.
"See you guys tomorrow." Puck said to the girls, one of which was already out of the car.
"See ya!" Santana hollered, already unlocking the car.
Quinn reached over and kissed Puck on the cheek. "Thanks Noah."
"Anything for my best friend and baby momma." He smiled his rare 100% genuine smile which earned one from Quinn.
When Quinn got in the car Santana was drumming her hands against the steering wheel and was smooshing her lips together. Quinn hadn't even hooked herself in before Santana was zooming off in the direction of the same hotel where everything had begun.
"Normally I don't care who hears the mind blowing sex I'm having, but I feel like our parents shouldn't feel jealous." Santana explained as she tried to obey the speed limit.
"My mom would definitely walk in on us after hearing the noises you're going to be making." Quinn purred in her most sinfully sultry voice.
Santana gripped the steering wheel tighter causing her fingers to burn slightly. This didn't go unnoticed by Quinn who only smirked in response. Santana was definitely going to need to fix that, can't have Quinn getting full of herself and being a top again. The former head of the celibacy club that always wore pretty, virtuous sundresses had surprised her during their two time thing and proceeded to every time after. More often than not Quinn ended up matching up to Santana in topping. Of course she couldn't complain too much.
"You're foxy Fabray."
Quinn laughed loudly at that. The sincerity in it didn't match the heated, sexual tension that had just been going on between the two. But it didn't matter, because when Santana turned to look at Quinn with her head back and a wide smile occupying her astounding features, all she cared about was that merry smile and sweet laugh.
The last two and a half years had definitely been dark without Quinn's bright smile. Life was good; Santana was making bank being a dance teacher at NYADA, she got to see Rachel and Kurt frequently, her relationship with her family was healthy, she was healthy and had people that cared about her. The only thing missing was her best friend that was always dying her hair blonde. Funny how one person can impact your life so much.
I missed you.
Santana wanted to say it, she wanted to say it so damn bad because it was true! But it wasn't the right time. They were in a zone, things were playful and sexy not serious and emotional. Now wasn't the time for that. She would only ruin things if she got all emotional on Quinn.
Neither of them were very touchy-feely people. Quinn's dad ruined her sense of comfort and love so she didn't know what was a healthy relationship and what was a toxic relationship. Santana had been so angry with herself for her attraction to girls that she wouldn't allow herself to open up about anything. Both were afraid of rejection and heartbreak.
But Santana wasn't a silly, scared teenager anymore. She was a grown adult who had just spent the past 916 days missing someone who had been a part of her soul practically. Hell, she cared about freaking Rachel Berry! She would do anything for the hobbit with a big schnoz. People can change and grow.
'Now still isn't the right time.' Santana told herself firmly.
Finally they were at the hotel. Santana made sure all the windows were up and nothing was left on before turning the car off. She was practically skipping as she dragged Quinn into the hotel.
Both women were having mad flashbacks as they past the threshold. Both had experienced a lot in the past nine years yet it felt like 3,285 days ago was just yesterday.
Santana bought them a room and were told that checkout was at 1:00 the next day. It was late and they were definitely going to be up longer but Quinn was an early riser. She was the one always waking up Santana for cheer camp and Cheerios practices.
They were both experiencing strong déjà vu as they tumbled down the hall. Nothing had changed setting wise. The same white halls with too bright lights. They were both wearing different outfits and Quinn's hair was longer, but they were both giggling and grinning like teenage girls about to have sex for the first time. It felt like Santana had stepped right into February 2013. For a second Santana thought she heard Finn's voice.
It wasn't all hot kissing and clothes being ripped off as soon as they entered the room. The light was flicked on by Santana and Quinn was standing in front of the bed, assessing the room. Santana took a moment to appreciate the voluptuous Quinn Fabray.
She was standing in the glare of the light making her hair shine gold despite her true hair that had been peeking through all night. She was still skinny but not like she had been the last time Santana had seen her. The last time Quinn had seemed being near skin and bones only. There had been bags under her eyes and her cheeks were slightly sunken in. Now her face was full and bright with life. Her skin wasn't pale or slightly yellow. Santana didn't realize just how unhealthy Quinn had last seemed.
Quinn turned and smiled, completely oblivious to Santana's evaluation. Her eyes were twinkling like the lights of the town in the window behind her. Her eyes only sparkled like that when she was royally pissed off or blissfully happy. The fact that Quinn was smiling one of her megawatt smiles with her eyes twinkling at Santana, made Santana feel like she won the lottery and then some.
Santana smiled and met Quinn across the room. She slid her right hand across Quinn's smooth cheek and rested the other on her side. She was mere centimeters away from Quinn's lips and she could feel her body humming with excitement. She gazed into Quinn's eyes which were gazing back, burning elegantly with lust. Leave it to Quinn to feel something so warm and naughty in an elegant way.
She couldn't take it anymore. All night her body had been craving Quinn, for Quinn to touch her everywhere with her hands, with her tongue. The one person Santana had wanted for the past two years was Quinn. Now here she was, standing before her wanting to do the exact same thing. She couldn't wait any longer.
Santana crushed her lips against Quinn's eliciting a gurgling moan from the blonde. Santana pulled back, both already huffing and puffing, high off of desire and hunger. The brunette wasted no time reattaching their lips and pushing Quinn back until her calfs met the bed.
Quinn plopped down on the bed and guided Santana down against her body by her neck. Their lips never parted as they scuffled back on the bed. Santana's skin was burning where Quinn touched her. She sloppily pulled her lips back, drool on both of their lips. Her heart was already pumping into overdrive, overwhelmed with thoughts of what was about to happen.
Santana began her attack on Quinn's neck, her lips sucking and biting. Quinn didn't like the thought of having to spend time covering up her love bites but it felt too good to protest. She entangled her hand in Santana's hair and arched her back causing their pelvis' to meet. Both women groaned at that. Santana pulled back from Quinn's neck and closed her eyes blissfully from the contact. The action was so sexy, Quinn couldn't refrain herself from doing it again to receive the same reaction.
The Latina bit her lip feverishly. The last thing she wanted to do was cum after only making out for less than two minutes. She leaned back to kick her heels off, Quinn quickly following suit. Quinn got up and positioned herself behind Santana before moving her hair to the side to maul on Santana's neck. Santana leaned back into the blonde's embrace, her body humming with pleasure.
Quinn sneaked a hand down and dipped it beneath Santana's skin tight dress. She was having difficulty getting to her intended target so she moved back to unzip Santana's dress. She barely got it unzipped before Santana was turning and locking their lips together. Their lips moved together in a fast pace that said everything they couldn't. I missed you. I missed this. This is the best feeling ever. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
Santana quickly palmed Quinn's breast earning a high pitched gasp. It was like music to Santana's ears. She smirked and squeezed tight again, admiring the way Quinn kissed her more hungrily. After teasing Quinn's nipple through the fabric for a while Santana finally worked on ripping the dress from Quinn's body.
"You have too much clothing on."
Quinn hummed, pushing her chest up as the dress left her body, causing Santana to get a face full of her breasts.
"I could say the same for you."
Quinn's voice was so low and husky it caused a short circuit in Santana's mind. She could feel the warmth pooling in her abdomen and tingling downstairs. She quickly finished pulling off her dress leaving them both in their undergarments.
Their lips met in a bruising kiss that left both of them moaning. Santana undid Quinn's bra in one swift move and started leaving trails of kisses down Quinn's body. She started on her jaw, dipping her tongue out to lick a stripe up her jaw (that was a kink of Quinn's, an odd one but Santana loved how Quinn would gasp like it was coming from some holy place). She trailed down her neck to her collarbone, sucking extremely hard there.
Finally her lips wrapped around Quinn's hard nipple. Quinn tugged on Santana's hair approvingly. Santana flicked her tongue back and forth causing Quinn to throw her head back. Quinn shifted her body closer to Santana, their bodies flushed together. Santana ran her hand up Quinn's body, her fingers tickling Quinn's stomach muscles causing them to clench. She started playing with Quinn's other nipple, pinching it.
Santana let Quinn's nipple go with an exaggerated pop and gazed up at Quinn. The blonde could barely control herself with Santana's lips glistening and her warm, teddy brown eyes gazing at her so innocently. Fuck Santana and all her games and flirty nature. She was too sexy to be human.
While Quinn was preoccupied with her wet lips and pooling eyes of warmth, Santana slipped a hand between them and palmed Quinn's wet core. Quinn bucked against Santana's hand and closed her eyes. Santana could feel herself getting wet from how drenched Quinn was.
"Fuck Quinn, you're so wet."
Santana teased Quinn's entrance before finally taking off Quinn's underwear. What surprised Santana was Quinn crawling on top of her lap. This wasn't the first time Quinn did something bold but it still came as a shock. To think that 14 years ago Quinn wouldn't be caught dead even flirting with a girl. Queen of the celibacy club, pre-pregnancy Quinn would be horrified of her future.
But one of the things Santana was best at was not being told twice to do something. She got the hint and wasted no time in pushing a finger past Quinn's wet folds. She looked up to judge Quinn's reaction before slowly adding a second finger.
At first she was just teasing her, moving her fingers here and there at an agonizingly slow pace. But then Quinn humphed and grind down on Santana's hand down to her wrist. Santana bit her cheek until she tasted blood, trying not to groan.
She quickly added a third finger and found a nice rhythm to go with Quinn's grinding. She wrapped her right arm around Quinn's waist to steady her so she didn't fall back. Santana pulled her fingers back treacherously slow before plunging them back in full force. She was met with Quinn's untrimmed nails clawing down her back. She hissed and hit an especially sensitive spot causing Quinn to clamp down around her hand.
Things were getting sloppy, Santana was worried about Quinn falling back and hitting her head on the headboard. She applied speed and pressure to the whacking of her hand against Quinn's pussy before pressing her thumb against Quinn's clit. Quinn let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a scream mixed with a sigh. Santana pressed her legs closer together, the throbbing between her own legs almost unbearable.
"Do that again." Quinn's voice was deadly low.
Santana quickly did as told in hopes of hearing the same sound come from Quinn. She did along with more clawing at her already raw back. She was sure she could feel blood trickling down her back but didn't question it.
Quinn's entire body was shaking the closer she got to reaching her climax. Her breathing was becoming shallower and shallower. Santana could feel Quinn's taught muscles against her body. Quinn's grinding was coming faster and sloppier in desperation. Santana tightened her hold on Quinn so she wouldn't bust her head open and curled her fingers once, twice, three times and had Quinn coming all over her fingers.
She came with a low howl of Santana's name and violent shudders that wracked her body. Santana kept her fingers still inside of Quinn as she came down. Quinn slumped against Santana, her muscles as heavy as lead from their exertion. She wasn't as young as she used to be and her car accident had its lasting effects.
Santana kissed Quinn's damp hair and peppered several kisses to her neck. She left more kisses on her shoulder, on her forearm, above her breast, then licked a stripe down the valley of her breasts. Quinn smiled lazily and pulled back at that. Even after being freshly fucked, her smile couldn't be any less gorgeous and full of life. Santana smiled back.
She pulled her fingers out from beneath Quinn causing a flare of arousal to shoot up Quinn's stomach but dissipate. Santana licked two fingers clean, deliberately sucking and sticking her tongue out to annoy Quinn who was aptly paying attention. Quinn's eyes were still dilated with arousal.
Before she could finish with her third finger Quinn was stilling her movement. Her hand was midway to her mouth with her fingers spread apart. Without breaking apart Quinn leaned down and took Santana's finger in her own. If Santana had been making out with her fingers she had nothing on Quinn, she was practically fucking Santana with one finger.
Quinn's head bobbed up and down on Santana's single digit. Santana's pupils were blown wide from the action. She was going so deep Santana felt the back of Quinn's throat. 'Oh God.' Were the only words being able to form in Santana's mind. Quinn pulled back fully, Santana's finger glistening with Quinn's saliva. But Quinn wasn't done. She stuck her tongue out and licked it up and down every side of Santana's finger, even getting down to the crevices.
"My turn." Quinn said simply.
Santana gulped.
Quinn pushed Santana back and crawled further on top of the withering Latina. She placed a leg on each side of Santana's thighs so the Latina's body was barracked in between Quinn's legs. Santana desperately tried to spread her legs to relieve some pressure but Quinn only pressed down preventing her from doing so.
"Not so fast." Quinn purred, her eyes gleaming snake green in the darkness.
Quinn was most definitely not vanilla. Her boyfriends just never knew how to please her and get a satisfying response.
Quinn grinned devilishly before focusing her attention on Santana's breasts. She undid the lacy red bra and threw it somewhere in the room. First she licked a loooong stripe from the top of Santana's chest, down between the valley of her breasts, to her belly button. She spent a few seconds flicking her tongue around Santana's belly button, Santana's toes flexing.
She pressed several kisses to Santana's overworked abs. Ever since Quinn had first bucked against her back when they were only making out, Santana had been wet. Her abs had been so taught ever since. She needed to release herself. Quinn kissed her way back up to Santana's neck before leaving some of her own dark, purple marks.
Quinn dragged her tongue up the shell of Santana's ear, her hand creeping deftly up Santana's stomach. The same time she gripped Santana's breast was the same time she tugged on Santana's ear. She knew how much it turned Santana on whenever she bit her, especially when she tugged on her ear. She nipped at her neck and ear a few times as her fingers twisted an erect nipple. Santana's legs were straight out in front, her toes digging harshly into the comforter. Santana was a moaning mess beneath her.
The blonde licked the Latina's neck and ear before wrapping her mouth around the lonely nipple. She pressed her body down on Santana's and slid up against her as she sucked and played with Santana's breast. Santana grabbed a fistful of Quinn's hair as a loud, throaty groan escaped her lips.
"Fuck Quinn." It started as a low moan but ended as a high pitched gasp.
Quinn grinned against Santana's skin sending her into an even bigger frenzy. The former head cheerleader raised herself so her lips were ghosting against Santana's burning ear.
"Tell me what you want Tana." Quinn whispered, her hand barely ghosting Santana's drenched entrance.
Santana swallowed thickly. Her heartbeat was erratic and she felt like she was being burnt alive. She could barely think let alone form coherent words.
"Tell me Santana." Quinn grabbed harshly at Santana causing her to gasp and buck against her hand.
Quinn's eyes were a beautiful combination of hazel and green. The hazel never really reached a dark brown but now they were practically black with lust.
"Santana. Look at me." Quinn commanded.
Santana struggled to open her eyes. Her eyes were shut so tight that her nose was scrunched and her mouth was hanging open. There was a crease in her forehead that Quinn found ridiculously adorable. She couldn't help but place a gentle kiss against Santana's furrowed brows before encouragingly whispering, "Open your eyes baby."
Santana was finally able to open her eyes and meet Quinn's dancing eyes. They both stared at each other, Quinn's gaze steady and Santana's wavering. Santana's chest was heaving up and down and her skin was humming with her blood rushing. She felt superhuman to still be awake.
"I want you to fuck me." It was hushed but it was enough.
Quinn attached their lips in a passionate kiss. At first neither one moved their lips, but then Santana parted her lips and Quinn quickly darted her tongue in. As their tongues clashed warmth spread throughout both of their bodies causing their fingertips to tingle.
As they kissed fiercely and passionately, Quinn reached down and discarded Santana's underwear. After a few more seconds Quinn pulled back, her mouth leaving before her tongue. She scampered down Santana's body feeling how rigid it was. She placed several featherlight kisses to the inside of Santana's quivering thighs. She looked up at Santana whose eyes were already sealed shut, her face scrunched up the same as before. She licked her lips before plunging in.
A strangled, "Quinn." wrangled its way past Santana's wet lips.
Quinn sucked on Santana's clit quickly earning tugging on her hair. Her moan from the tugging vibrated against Santana's center. The Latina wrapped her legs around Quinn's head keeping her face in place. Santana's legs were squeezing so tight Quinn thought she might pass out. She wiggled her hand up between them before pressing her thumb against Santana's clit.
"Fuck Quinn, don't stop. Don't stop." Santana practically shouted.
She started applying pressure to Santana's clit with her thumb and used her tongue to spell out Santana's name. She came on the t. Santana's body spasmed and her legs clenched onto Quinn's face. She spasmed one more time before her legs collapsed on Quinn's shoulder and her body melted into the bed. Quinn finished drinking up Santana's juices before pulling away.
Quinn crawled up beside Santana who felt like she was drifting between worlds. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at Santana. She looked ridiculous; Santana Lopez aka master of seduction, queen of sex, was practically passed out from coming.
This earned her Santana opening her eyes. She could see how tired Santana was, her eyelids were heavy and she was still breathing heavily. Her hair was wild and she looked a mess, but she was utterly beautiful in Quinn's eyes. She unconsciously reached out and moved some hair from Santana's face before kissing her softly.
Santana lightly sucked on Quinn's lips, her tongue picking up any excess fluids.
"Mm. I like the way I taste on your lips." Santana smiled.
Quinn giggled causing Santana's smile to broaden. The blonde leaned against her elbow and tilted her head to admire Santana's serene, effortless beauty. Santana reached up and brushed her thumb against the corner of Quinn's mouth and her cheek, picking up the last remnants of Santana.
Both couldn't help but stare into each other's eyes. It had been two years. Two years without breaking out into song, two years without bullying Rachel, two years without gossiping, two years without talking. Without looking into each others eyes or touching hands or having sex. 916 days without existing together.
Both of them knew in that moment that they never wanted to go through two years without each other again. It had been painful and lonely in every sense of the words. But neither of them said that, too afraid that the deeper meaning residing behind it would escape and swallow them whole. No sense in saying something that could push them apart before they were really back together.
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Hey! So this chapter was long and I apologize for that to those who don't like long chapters.
I got my Naya tattoo Saturday and was busy yesterday so that's why I'm posting late. I hope it was worth the wait!