Quinn was the first to wake up the next morning, her arms still encapsulating the Latina. She smiled when she noticed that their fingers were still interlocked; Quinn watched the girl for a few moments as she began to comprehend the fact that this was the only time she could be truly at peace with herself. She studied Santana's face as she slept, her eyelids fluttering every so often until the finally cracked open.
"Stop." She whined, her voice thick with sleep.
"Stop what?" The blonde smiled, resting her chin on the girls shoulder and turning her lips so they grazed Santana's ear when she spoke.
"Watching me sleep." She mumbled, her hand moving to rest on-top of the paler one on her stomach. "It's creepy."
"No, it's not." Quinn responded, smirking when the sleeping girl shuddered. "Wake up." she husked, her lips ghosting against the skin behind Santana's ear. The Latina suppressed a moan as her hand grasped tighter to Quinn's. The action only encouraged the blonde more, Quinn pressed her lips against the caramel coloured skin and peppered kisses down to her shoulder.
"Quinn." Santana whimpered, not sure if she as dreaming or fully awake. Her hand reached back and tangled in the loose blonde hair that was tickling her arm. Quinn trailed her lips back up to Santana's ear and tugged the lobe between her teeth. "God." Santana moaned softly.
"Santana." Quinn whispered, her heart beating quickly from the moment. "Roll over." Santana obeyed, rolling onto her back and looking up into hazel eyes through the grey hue of her bedroom. Quinn gazed back down, looking for any signs of hesitation before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss. The latina arched up at the contact, her hands automatically finding Quinn's waist. The blonde pressed back down with her own as she deepened the kiss; finding the contact between their bodies too spacious, Quinn guided her body to move to sit astride Santana's hips. The sudden movement caused the Latina's hands to slip underneath Quinn's tank-top, making both girls shudder. Santana pulled away and pressed her lips against the hallow of Quinn's throat, gently nipping at the skin she found there. The other girl whimpered, tangling her hands in dark hair before she quickly trailed her hands down and pulled Santana's T-shirt over her head.
Santana stopped, realizing what was happening. That Quinn was straddling her and she was naked from the waist up. She started pulling away when Quinn grabbed her hands and held them against her hips.
"Don't run away." Quinn whispered, "You were so hot for me a minute ago. Stay with me." Quinn pressed her lips against the Latina's collarbone, sucking gently until she heard Santana moan. Smiling against her skin, Quinn descended down the girls sternum before pulling away. She sat back and looked down at Santana whose eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. Quinn admired the girls body, years of sports and cheerios had left her well toned and muscular while still remaining feminine. She traced the pads of her fingers over the other girls skin watching as a trail of goosebumps followed, her fingers traced over Santana's breast causing her to arch her hips out of surprise. The sudden thrust landed right in Quinn's core causing her to moan out Santana's name.
"Santana." Quinn gasped, causing the Latina's eyes to snap open. lifting herself off the mattress, her shaking hands grazed the hem of Quinn's shirt. She hesitated for a moment before pulling it over the blondes head and dropping it on the floor. Carmel hands traced over ivory skin, as Santana pulled the blonde into a tender kiss.
"What does this mean?" Santana said, once her breath regained stability. Quinn's head was lying against her naked stomach and she was running her fingers through sweat dampened hair.
"What do you want it to mean?" Quinn replied, rolling on her side so she could look at the other girl.
"I don't know." The latina admitted. She was torn, being with Quinn was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She finally understood what Finn was talking about, she had never really felt anything before because it never meant anything before. She shook her head at the thought,
"What?" Quinn asked, watching the levity projected on the darker girls face.
"Finn was right." Santana said with a slight chuckle. Quinn's face contorted in confusion. "I know shocker right? After the incident between us, I asked him how he felt."
"What did he say?"
"He said he didn't feel anything, because it didn't mean anything." Quinn looked down, then moved to start sitting up when Santana realized what she had insinuated. "Shit! No, Quinn that's not what I meant."
"It's fine, Santana." Quinn said as she slipped off the bed and picked up her pyjama pants off the floor hastily pulling them on. She was tying the drawstring when Santana grabbed her arm and pulled her back on the bed.
"That's not what I meant." Santana growled, "I meant that the other times, with other people I never really felt anything." Santana looked directly into Quinn's eyes. "It's different because I felt something. I felt everything."