A/N Here's part two. I realized it was stupid to make you guys wait when the entire thing is up on Live Journal. Also, Nina Sayers: Leave Brittany alone. :P
Upon entering her home, Quinn found that it was empty, a piece of paper on the table explaining that her mother was staying over at her sister's for the night. Quinn tossed the note in the trash on her way upstairs to her room, relieved she didn't have to talk to anyone else right now. She really just needed to go to bed and sleep off this funk, and maybe she'd wake up in the morning feeling less overwhelmed by emotions brought to the surface by a mere movie. After all, that girl Nina was crazy. Quinn was as sane as they came.
She quickly threw off her clothes and tossed them by the wayside, not caring where they landed. Crawling into bed in just her bra and underwear, she curled up underneath her blankets and shut her eyes tightly, intent on falling asleep as quickly as she could.
She was just drifting off when she heard someone on the stairs. Figuring it was her mother returning home early, she rolled over and stretched before curling back into herself, sighing deeply. But when her door opened she woke completely, sitting up on one elbow and squinting in the dark.
"Mom?"
She heard whoever it was chuckling softly as they walked closer to her bed. As her eyes focused she realized it was Santana.
"Hey, Quinn."
"Santana, what are you doing here? It's late. We have practice tomorrow at five," Quinn said, trying to sound authoritive. As head Cheerio, it was her job to make sure her team was prepared to give her one hundred percent, even at practices. Santana just chuckled again, removing her jacket. When her fingers started to mess with the button of her jeans, Quinn sat up, her eyebrows raised.
"I asked you a question." She felt her heart rate quicken as Santana dropped her pants and stepped out of them, revealing a black lacy thong.
"Cut the crap," Santana replied cooly, now wresting her shirt off. "I've got you figured out, Fabray. You've been acting weird ever since you got your captaincy back. It's taking it's toll on you and, frankly, it's not a good look, Quinn."
Quinn swallowed hard as the brunette sent her shirt off in a random direction, her breasts pooling slightly over the cups of the matching bra to her panties. She averted her eyes, blushing bright red. She shouldn't be looking, and lord knows she shouldn't be feeling all flutttery inside at the sight of one of her teammates practically naked.
Santana smiled and sauntered over to the bed, hopping on it and leaning towards the other girl. She knelt close, her face mere milimeters from Quinn's. With a chortle she moved closer, her mouth nearly touching Quinn's ear, her breath hot and causing an odd feeling in the pit of the blonde's stomach.
"We need to get you loosened up a bit."
Scooting back from the brunette's onslaught, Quinn shook her head profusely.
"That's not a good idea," Quinn said feebly, but Santana paid her no mind, pulling the covers off of her and grinning.
"Isn't it?"
"No, it isn't," Quinn insisted, reaching for her blanket so she could hide her near nakedness from Santana's view. But Santana was faster, tossing the blanket off the bed with sheer wanton.
"Look, Ms. Perfect," Santana started to say, ignoring Quinn's unease about being in such close proximity while scantily clad. She gently pushed Quinn down on the bed, her tone changing to a more soothing one. "I know it's hard. All those girls, wishing they could take your place, waiting for one mis-step so they can swoop in and take it all from you. They all want you to fail so badly, don't they?"
Quinn laid back, too shocked at Santana's insight to protest. She rested her head back on the mattress, allowing Santana to move her arms above her head. Santana shook her head slightly, looking down at Quinn as she leaned over her on all fours. Her black locks cascaded over her shoulders and into her face, but they didn't obscure the slightly bittersweet expression on Santana's countenance.
"You forget I know what it's like, trying to be exactly what everyone wants you to be and still keeping the wolves off your back." Dipping her face down to Quinn's, she smiled sadly. "I get it, Quinn, I do. It doesn't leave room for much of anything else."
She captured the blonde's mouth in a soft, sweet kiss, her tongue running over Quinn's lips, asking for permission. Without really understanding why but unable to stop herself, Quinn granted it, her mouth opening just enough for Santana to delve in, slowly swirling her tongue over her own. Santana broke away, grinning down at Quinn knowingly.
"And I also know how it is to want something you're not sure you can have. Perfection doesn't exactly lend itself to feelings, does it, Quinnie?"
"No," Quinn admitted in a whisper, not knowing exactly what to think in the moment. Santana was right, about all of it. Being perfect had taken over her life, to the point she was hardly herself any more. She barely recognized her own reflection when she looked in the mirror, the image giving way to some girl she didn't know at all.
"Then let me remind you of what it's like to feel a little," Santana said, knocking Quinn's legs apart with a knee and readjusting herself so that she was between them, slowly lowering herself down over the blonde's body. Quinn tensed, unsure of this entire thing, and Santana chuckled at her. She leaned down again, whispering softly. "Don't worry. Mommy's not home; she can't hear you. No one will ever know. It'll be good for you, I promise."
"You won't tell?" Quinn asked quietly, no longer able to deny the throbbing ache between her legs that had started as soon as Santana had laid herself over the top of her. Santana laid a trail of kisses from her mouth down her neck, over her shoulders, taking one strap of her bra into her teeth and dragging it down Quinn's arm, one breast popping out of it's confines. Her hand moving the other strap down as well, Santana shook her head.
"Not a soul," she assured, and Quinn finally nodded, her eyes locked with Santana's. What did she really have to lose?
Her nonverbal consent was enough for Santana, who smiled victoriously.
"Lean up a little," she ordered quietly, not skipping a beat. The blonde did as she was bade, her back raising off the bed slightly, giving the other girl enough room to worm her hand between the mattress and Quinn, unclasping her bra and slipping it off her arms with practiced ease. Quinn let herself fall back onto the bed, noting the hungry look in Santana's eyes.
"I know you've wanted this for some time, haven't you?" Santana asked lustily, her mouth roaming across Quinn's bare chest, finding a nipple and sucking on it lightly, her other hand reaching to take ahold of her second breast, squeezing it gently before releasing it, repeating the motion as she teased the blonde's nipple with her tongue, flicking it across the hardened nub.
This elicited a small moan from the girl beneath her, and Quinn was automatically embarrassed. Santana giggled, her mouth disconnecting for a second so she could speak.
"I see you, during practice, watching me. Did you think I wanted to take what you have?" The hand on her breast stopped it's ministrations, instead of palpating it Santana stroked around the nipple with her thumb. "I don't, Quinn. I couldn't give this side of me up willingly. Not after knowing what it's like to be forced into sacraficing it."
Quinn recovered from the first startling affects of being touched, such a rare sensation that it was almost unfamiliar. Who was she kidding, she was practically a born again virgin. Realizing what she was missing, even just these simple tactics Santana was employing, only made her want it more.
Very slowly she reached for Santana, slipping a hand underneath the fabric of her bra and cupping her right breast, her third and middle finger parting around Santana's peak. She felt good in her grasp, the heft and firmness tactilly pleasing. Santana started up again, and Quinn followed her lead, mirroring Santana's motions.
Reaching for the blonde's mouth again, Santana pressed a kiss onto her lips and smiled into it, starting to work her kisses lower, down Quinn's jawline and her throat, tracing her midline and coming to rest on her other breast, her hand that had been holding it sliding down her side and coming to a stop on her hip.
Brushing her fingertips across the head Cheerio's hipbone, Santana ghosted her mouth over Quinn's breast, her partially open lips allowing her teeth to scrape across the flesh gently, causing Quinn to moan yet again.
"Are you ready for me?" Santana husked, and Quinn nodded ferverently. She wasn't sure she'd ever been so ready for anything in her life; she knew that she needed Santana, and soon.
"Yes," she replied back in a hoarse whisper.
"Do you want me?" Santana's hand had sunk lower, fingertips running along the edge of her pantyline.
"I want you, yes," Quinn groaned, her hips wiggling from anticipation.
"Tell me. Make me believe it," Santana commanded, shifting her weight so that she was leaning more off to the side of Quinn, setting herself up for a better angle for what she was about to do. If Quinn wanted it badly enough.
"I want you to fuck me," Quinn spat, the words coming out harsher than she ever intended them to. This seemed to be exactly what Santana wanted, the brunette laughing.
When she snaked her hand between their closely pressed bodies, the blonde let out a low groan. What she so badly needed was so close she could almost feel it, the impression of Santana inside of her mocking her. Instead the brunette held off, her hand cupping Quinn's sex on the outside of the fabric of her panties.
"If I fuck you, would you even know what to do?" Santana questioned, leaning her face down, sucking on Quinn's pulse point haphazardly, the pad of her thumb rubbing Quinn through her panties.
"No, show me," Quinn said in a hurried breath, her hips bucking into Santana's hand, unable to stop her body's desire from taking over her physical reactions. "Please, Santana. You're right, I need this. Please don't make me wait," she begged, no control over anything any more. The ache between her legs was almost too much to bear, and she knew she couldn't take it for much longer or else she might just explode.
Giving in, Santana swept Quinn's panties off to the side, caressing her outer lips with the backs of her fingers. The height of the blonde's arousal was almost painfully obvious to Santana, her folds already slick with her own fluids. Santana's eyes widened at her discovery, jerking her head back so she could look Quinn in the face.
"You really have been waiting a long time, haven't you? All of this for me?" she asked, a little taken aback. She'd pegged Quinn for a pressed lemon for some time but had no idea it was this bad. Quinn nodded her head, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
"Please, San! Quick," Quinn breathed, her last word ending becoming little more than a squeak as Santana snuck a finger inside of her, finding her cavern more than sufficiently lubricated and the fit snug.
"You've even been saving yourself for me. How cute."
Quinn was unable to respond, too stunned to speak. Santana took this as a good thing and carefully curled her finger, too little room to work with causing her to frown.
"You're so tight, Quinnie. We'll fix that won't we?"
Santana moved her finger around, pressing into the sides of Quinn's walls with calculated pressure, attempting to stretch the blonde out, or at least make her big enough for a second digit. Quinn squirmed underneath her touch, finding it painful but delighting in the unexpected tinge of pleasure that occurred every few movements of Santana's finger. Burrowing her face into the side of Quinn's neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin at a leisurely pace, Santana eventually made enough room that she was able to slip her middle finger into Quinn's body. At the second intrusion Quinn canted her hips in surprise, not even bothering to suppress the gasp that escaped from her mouth.
"I think that's enough for now," Santana said into Quinn's hair, laying a kiss tenderly on her temple. She could feel Quinn quivering and shaking underneath of her, and she cooed softly to her partner. "Does it hurt?"
"No," Quinn lied, her voice barely audible.
It hurt, but it was a pleasant pain, and one she knew would wear off once Santana got started. She was filled for the first time since Puck almost two years ago, and she didn't want it to end. Longing overtook her, her muscles twitching and jumping. Santana could feel it, Quinn grabbing and kneading her fingers.
"Just... please..."
Santana didn't make her wait any longer, starting to move her fingers in and out of Quinn's center slowly. In between deliberate thrusts, Santana pressed kisses into Quinn's goosepimpled flesh, dispersing light nips to her collar bones and pulse points when she came across them as her mouth roamed.
Soon Quinn was meeting each prod of Santana's digits, sending her hips forward into each thrust. Santana took this as a sign and began to go faster, gliding into the blonde with quicker and speedier thrusts. Lingering over Quinn's jerking form, her breasts brushed against Quinn's own with each stroke, the blonde's body rocking up and down on the mattress, sliding the sheets along with her.
"See? Don't you feel it now?" Santana asked, her voice low and eyes hooded as she focused on her task, the gasps and moans from the girl below her sending her into her own world of ecstacy.
"It's so good, San, more, please," Quinn pleaded, her legs spreading wider to give Santana more access, allowing her to go deeper. Santana burried her fingers up to her knuckles inside of Quinn, and her mouth sought out Quinn's as if she was starved. Quinn met her lips with surprising ferocity, and their mouthes crashed together, only parting to gasp for air when their lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
When Quinn's kisses starting giving way to more moans than anything else, Santana drew her mouth away, watching Quinn's face with a hint of pride.
"Doesn't having me inside you make you feel perfect?"
She knew perfectly well that Quinn wasn't going to respond, if the tight clenching around her fingers and the unbridled panting and moaning beneath her were any indication of what was coming next. Suddenly Quinn let out a blood curdling scream, and Santana knew this was it, deepening her thrusts with even timing.
Quinn saw stars, her vision blurred besides the specks of bright sparkling light. Nothing else mattered at that moment except for Santana and the way she was making her feel, for the first time, something other than what she was trying to be. How could she feel so threatened by someone who could do this to her? Who would give her this wonderful gift of carnal pleasure and literally make her see the light?
As Quinn rode out her orgasm, body spasms causing her to quake, Santana continued to plunge fingers inside at each throb of muscle, retracting them when her walls relaxed. Eventually the tremors slowed, Santana mimicking their frequency with her thrusts until they stopped. She then collapsed beside Quinn on the bed, pulling her fingers out of the blonde almost grudgingly, sad that it was over.
Quinn lay there gasping for breath, unable to get a sufficient amount of air into her lungs to calm herself. Santana kissed the crook of her neck, whispering softly as her eyes fluttered closed, the effort of pleasing Quinn and watching her crown at a mind-blowing climax exhausting her.
"You're perfect to me."