Prompt:- "What about Quinn having to spend the night at Brittany and Santana's apartment in NYC and being "annoyed" at their cuddling or something."

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"You can't get enough of me," Santana says smugly as she continues trailing kisses down Brittany's neck, the hand tangled in her hair and the other on her ass both pulling her closer.

This is their fifth or maybe sixth round for the morning since Brittany woke her up by going down on her and the blonde has just been insatiable. Santana has no idea why but she's not complaining.

Brittany doesn't even pretend to deny it, moaning and arching her body up when soft lips make their way to her breasts. Santana's hand travels down Brittany's side and hitches Brittany's thigh up against her own hip, pressing herself in closer to her girlfriend. She's just about move her hand to where Brittany needs her when she hears the faint sound of their apartment buzzer.

"Did you hear that?" she asks, lifting her head slightly as a nipple slides from between her lips.

Evidently Brittany didn't because she wastes no time in moaning her name again and pulling Santana's head back down.

But Santana hears the buzzing again and pulls herself up slightly.

"Where you expecting someone this morning, baby?"

Brittany shakes her head and bucks her hips up into Santana's thigh trying to give her a hint.

"It's probably just Crazy Pete buzzing all the apartments again."

Santana flexes the muscles in her thigh and watches Brittany's eyes flutter closed and a soft whimper escape her lips.

"Yeah, must be."

She slides back on the bed slightly and places kisses on a pale stomach, sucking the soft skin into her mouth and then soothing it with her tongue, moving lower and lower and lower until she's almost at her destination.

Brittany moans her name again and it's Santana's favourite sound in the world, her eyes flicking up to meet desperate blue eyes. She keeps her eyes locked on Brittany's face because she loves watching her girlfriend fall apart when she first tastes her.

But then her phone goes off on the bedside table and the buzzer echoes through their apartment again and Santana lifts her head again. What the fuck.

"Ignore it," Brittany urges her.

Santana is ready to agree when her phone stops ringing, but then Brittany's phone starts vibrating and she knows that something is wrong.

Brittany groans as Santana pulls away and sits up, and she looks so fucking impossibly cute and sexy at the same time that the brunette almost forgets everything else. But then her own phone starts up again and she huffs out a breath, reaching across to grab her phone and answering without even checking the screen.

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck Lopez? Why the fuck aren't you at home, I've been standing out here looking like a fucking stalker buzzing your apartment for the last five minutes!"

Santana takes a second for her sex haze to lift.

"Fabray?"

The other girl scoffs. "No, it's the fucking Queen of England standing out here freezing her ass off in the cold."

"You told us you weren't coming until two!"

"It's fucking two-thirty, you idiot!"

Santana's eyes flick over to Brittany who is holding up her own phone in front of Santana's face clearly showing that it is indeed 2:32pm.

The blonde has a guilty smile on her face. "We've been having sex for like five hours," she whispers.

Santana's eyebrows raise because she's a little shocked at how much time has slipped by, but then she sees the naughty smirk on her girlfriend's face and pairs it with a smug smile and a flirty wink.

"Lopez. Get your ass home so I can get out of this fucking cold."

"Sorry, we'll buzz you up now," she tells her friend before hanging up on her, knowing she'd get an earful if she didn't.

Santana drops the phone on the bed and stands, disappointed that Brittany has already moved from the bed and is throwing on some clothes, covering up that glorious body. She reluctantly does the same, feeling kind of gross because she really needs a shower.

Brittany hurries out of the bedroom first to buzz their friend in while Santana takes a second to compose herself.

(She's also kinda relieved that Brittany is going to meet Quinn's wrath first. Quinn won't be half as mad as she would be if it was Santana she saw first.)

By the time Santana makes it out of the room she can already hear Quinn greeting Brittany and when she sees them they're still embracing, a suitcase on the ground next to their new guest.

"I can't believe you assholes left me out in the cold. You were totally fucking weren't you?"

"I prefer to call it making love," Brittany says trying not to laugh.

Quinn looks disgusted and her expression doesn't change when she notices Santana walking into the room to stand behind Brittany and wrap her arms around her waist.

"I hope you were left blue balled," she says spitefully.

"Actually it was your BFF you forced me to leave hanging," Santana retorts smugly. "Although we were going at it for hours so we're both pretty satisfied really."

Brittany struggles to hide her smile as Quinn's scowl deepens.

"Staying here for the weekend while I check out apartments might be cheaper than a hotel but I can already tell I'm going to regret this. You guys will refrain from actually having sex in front of me, right?"

Santana grins. "No promises."

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