There was a walking wet dream in New York's Cayoty Ugly bar. Quinn Fabray spotted her behind the counter during her entrance. She was immediately arrested by the latina girl's flawless sensuality. She slowed to a sudden halt in the middle of the dance floor; a shiver of appreciation coursing its way down her pale skin. She was thinking, for the first time in a while, perhaps her luck had turned around. After the life she had, this silver lining would gladly be embraced if it were to cross her path.
Her takeoff from Lima, Ohio had been delayed for almost an hour and she had almost missed her rebooked flight.
When Quinn finished her observance from the crowd around her, she turned her attention back to the most decadent- looking woman she'd ever seen. The woman who's name she wished to know paced expertly up and down, taking orders from the clients. Every once and a while she'd glance around the bar as if to make her own observance of what was going on around her, as if she might expect something or someone. A cream-colored V-neck T-shirt stretched over smooth, olive skin, hinting at a body worthy of completing the package.
Quinn pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. This girl had Unadulterated sex appeal. The kind that came naturally; the kind you couldn't buy.
A drop of sweat slid down her neck. The trickle heightening her physical awareness of the girl she was shamelessly ogling. Quinn's inner desire drew her to the woman just as much as her beauty did. Bravely, Quinn walked over to the bar, willing the girl to look at her. Her head lifted from her previous occupation, meeting Quinn's gaze.
She was hit with a sensation known to no other. Heat coursed its way through her excited veins. She inhaled sharply and moved to sit at the corner of the bar, willing herself to tear her eyes away from the woman; giving her the opportunity to act on her obvious interest. Somehow she knew this girl was predatory, the kind of girl who would pursue what she wanted.
Quinn's pale trembling fingers reached over the bar; quickly glancing over the shooter menu. She knew loosening up would probably work in her favor. She glanced up from the menu and she smell of vanilla hit her nostrils, making her mouth water. The last thing she needed was to get her hopes and senses up to something that may never happen. Then again, maybe the rush of a shot tequila might help soothe her trembling nerves.
She took in a sharp breath and ordered.."One tequila, please" Quinn dug into her purse in order to pay for a drink. Her hand stilled midway as the woman spoke.
"It's on me" She said. God, that voice. Tantalizingly sonorous.
The dark skinned woman reached forward, placing Quinn's drink in front of her. She breathed in her toxic scent, sending her mind to places she could wander in forever. Her smell was pure, personal, like air cleansed by a rainstorm.
Quinn mentally slapped herself at what she chose to wear this evening. If the turn of events was clearer to her earlier on, she might have dressed with a different plan in mind. Even though Quinn thought she needed to look hot for this woman, she knew she was way out of her league.
Quinn faced the woman in order to thank her.."Thank you Miss…?" She held her hand out in greeting.
"Santana Lopez" The girl stated flatly, confidently as a cheeky smile tugged at the corner of her luscious lips, her white canine teeth shining brightly. Santana accepted the handshake, her thumb stroking across Quinn's knuckles, which sent the other woman on a ride to heaven.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat accelerating under the powerful, yet light touch the woman brought to her hand.
Both fiercely well built and terrifyingly beautiful. She was perfect.
Santana reached down and caught Quinn's ID, which stuck out of her wallet. "Nice to meet you Quinn Fabray..from Lima, Ohio? Impressive. Why so far from home, miss Fabray?"
"Just moved here actually. I finished law school about a month ago and got an internship here in New York.
Santana's eyes was the most unusual shade of brown, set in olive skin, framed by dark lashes. And they were glued to her as if they couldn't stop staring.
Santana raked her over with a searing glance and she felt flushed; left naked by the undressing she'd done in her mind.
I bet she fucks like an animal.
Quinn was heated by the unexpected thought and abruptly stood from her chair, making an excuse for her departure. "Sorry, I uh. It's late. My roommate is probably wondering where I am" Her voice was trembling, as were her fingers as she shot the tequila down her throat.
"My shift is just ending. I'm taking you home" Santana quickly said her goodbyes and grabbed her purse. There was something very determined in the way she went after Quinn.
Quinn was dumbstruck by the demand; unable to find a response, she settled with going wherever Santana planned on taking her. Whether it was her home or the latina's. The warmth down in her stomach made it impossible for her to say no.
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So I left you guys with a little teaser. Just wanted to make the Quinntana endgame clear and hopefully leave you wanting more. Let me know what you think and if you're up for a next chapter. I'm not going to rush into anything because that's how life goes.
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