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QUINN

Winter break, finally. We both need this break, especially Santana. We actually get four days completely off from Cheerios and only have one practice a day the rest of the time. I can't wait to spend every minute I possibly can with this beautiful girl, plus I'm super excited to exchange Christmas gifts with her. It's the first time we've had a reason to get each other gifts, which was a lot more complicated to work out than I expected since we're always together. I managed, though, and I'm hoping she loves what I got her.

Britt is driving us home from school to an empty house and I can feel Santana's anticipation. She's practically bouncing in the backseat. B glances in the rearview mirror and then looks at me with a smirk. I can't help but return it, because I know it's going to be an amazing afternoon for us.

I happen to know that Santana and I have incredibly hot sex. I'm kind of proud of us, actually. We have the least awkward, most comfortable sex life I could ever imagine. Nothing has been rushed or forced between us, everything we've tried has kinda just happened naturally. I think Santana is surprised by how open I am about it, since pre-pregnancy I was the chastity princess of Lima, but I don't feel uncomfortable talking about our sex life at all. My girlfriend, on the other hand, is much more guarded when the topic arises, which is literally only with Brittany. If either of us is going to answer a question, it is almost always going to be me. Santana becomes all coy as soon as the topic comes up. Likewise, San will almost always break a kiss in Britt's presence before I will and I usually initiate them in the first place. Brittany seems to find it kind of hilarious, because it's the exact opposite of what would be expected from our personalities. She likes to tease my beautiful, bashful girl by asking awkward questions out of nowhere. After San looks away and shakes her head, Britt will glance at me to get the answer. Most of the time I don't actually have to say anything, just the look on my face gives it away.

I'm pretty sure the looks on my and San's face are quite telling at the moment, because Brittany gives us both a full grin as we get out of the car and tells us to have fun. I smirk at her and let her know that we most certainly will. Santana rolls her eyes at both of us and grabs my hand to pull me to the house. I give Britt a little wave as she pulls out of the driveway, then follow Santana inside. I know once that door closes she's going to make her move, but I've got other plans for this afternoon, so I try to control the raging hormones in my body.

I close the door behind myself and lean back on it, biting my lower lip and raising my eyebrows at my love. I get a radiant smile from her as she pulls off her Cheerios jacket and steps forward to press against me. She kisses my check lightly, bringing her hands up to unbutton my coat and slide it off my shoulders and onto the floor. Her lips travel slowly along my jaw until she reaches my earlobe, which she gently nips.

"We have three hours until Mom gets home," she whispers in my ear, "and I have some very specific plans for every minute of it."

I laugh lightly, the combination of my excitement and her breath on my ear making me giddy.

"I'm sorry baby, but I'm going to have to cancel your plans, because I have some of my own. Don't worry though, you're going to like my plans," I tell her, ghosting my lips on hers for just a second.

"Why do you get to do your plans? I've been thinking about my plans all day," Santana says with a pout.

"Becaaaauuuuse. You've been so good about taking care of me and I want to take care of you today. Besides, I'm pregnant. That counts for something, right?"

"Are you going to be cranky Quinn if I don't agree to this?"

"Absolutely."

"Then we can do whatever you want, pretty lady."

"Mmhmm. Thought so."

We've managed to make our way upstairs to San's room, which I noticed she recently referred to as "our room." She didn't seem to even register what she said, so I'd accepted it just as simply. She has a point, though. I hardly spend any time at all in my own room.

Santana is lying on her back on the bed, her hair loose and spread out all around her. It's moments like this that I wish I had camera on me at all times. Somehow I know that no picture could ever do the sight before me justice though. I run my hand up her bare thigh, sliding it under the hem of her Cheerios skirt. My fingertips gently brush along her inner thigh before running back down. Santana's breath catches every time my hand slides upwards and I marvel again that I can have that effect on this incredible girl.

Santana has knee high Christmas socks on with her uniform today, and I slowly slide each of them off before tossing them on the floor. I trail my hand up her shin to her knee, picking her leg up and pressing my fingers into her insanely sexy calf muscle. San's eyes fall shut and she brings her hands up behind her head, relaxing at my touch. I switch legs and smile at the happy, content expression on my girlfriend's face. I know the next part is going to be much trickier though. As soon as I start taking clothes off of her it's going to be much harder to keep her lying still and probably even harder to control my own wandering hands.

I drop her leg and move up her body, sliding down the zipper on her skirt and pulling it down her legs. Santana observes me, trying to determine my motive.

"I'm going to get you out of this skirt and top, then I'm going to give you a massage. Only a massage," I tell her sternly, "At least for now."

I get a full smile from San at that and she quickly aids the removal of her skirt, kicking it off her feet with enthusiasm. She reaches for the zipper on her top, but I pull her hands away in order to do it myself. Soon, Santana is lying on the bed in just her spanks, and I'm invoking every last ounce of my self-control to keep from touching her beautiful body. She looks like she just stepped out of a very vivid fantasy. My very vivid fantasy.

"Roll over, baby," I whisper.

Santana immediately complies and I have to say, the view on this side isn't any less fantastic. I run my fingertips up the backs of her legs lightly, smiling at the way her muscles jump under my touch. I trace the edge of her spanks that just barely covers her cute little ass. Again, her muscles flex under my caress. It was a very strategic move to leave those spanks on, since they're possibly the only thing that has kept my raging desire for her in check. I'm certain that without that tiny piece of cloth I'd be a lost cause.

I lay my palm flat on her leg that's closest to me and drag it up over the thin red material covering her skin before moving to straddle my legs over hers. Slowly, ever so slowly, I press my hands into her overworked muscles and push my hands up her muscular back. I can hear her soft breathing intermixed with an occasional groan. When I reach her upper back I glide my fingertips back down. I can feel the tiny hairs on her skin rise at my light touch.

I rub her back, her legs, her shoulders, her neck. Santana sighs often, letting an occasional moan slip through her lips. I know how much she needed a chance to just relax, I can already see how much calmer her face appears.

"Okay baby, roll over again," I direct her.

I see her smile into the pillow before turning over slowly. She reaches behind her to gather her hair together, then lays her head back down on her interlaced hands. I'm overwhelmed by her beauty for a beat before I lean over and kiss her. She tastes like cinnamon gum, and I can't help but to slip my tongue in her mouth for a split second. When I lean back, Santana follows me for a moment to extend our kiss.

I smile at her when she finally falls back down to the pillows. I lie down on my side next to her, tracing her defined abs with my fingertips. I can tell it tickles, but she does a valiant job of lying as still as possible.

"You have too many articles of clothing on," she says to me.

I roll my eyes at her and quickly strip down to a tank top and my underwear. This is about Santana, if I get naked I know she'll turn the tables with surprising ease. I climb back into my spot next to her and my fingers return to grazing her stomach. My hands slide upwards of their own accord, and I capture her lips with mine just as my fingertips brush over her soft breast. Santana arches sexily into my touch, and I know we've reached that point of no return. I don't have the willpower to stop this forward momentum, nor do I want to.

I bring my hand up to caress her face lightly, my thumb ghosting softly over her cheekbone. When I pull back, I look into her eyes as I softly trace her beautiful face with my fingers. I'm enraptured as I trace her full lips, then run my fingers across them. Santana presses a gentle kiss to my fingertips and then smiles up at me.

She's too much, much too much, for me to handle. I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers briefly before I kiss her quickly, right between her eyebrows and then kiss her lips passionately, fervently. Santana's arms wrap around me and our kiss becomes even more urgent.

I push myself up and break the kiss, moving my wet mouth to her jaw and neck. I nip and suck, careful not to leave a mark in my wake until I get down to her collarbone. I suck hard on the skin there and Santana gasps, her hands flying up to grip my hair. I intentionally leaving a deep reddish-purple bruise behind, staking the only claim on her skin that I can.

I move on quickly, leaving a trail of kisses, bites, and licks down Santana's torso, grinning against her skin every time she presses up against my mouth. When I reach her abdomen I lay kisses on each individual muscle at the same time that my fingers come up to hook in the top of her spanks. I peel them off of her and toss them to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

I run my hand up her leg, stopping just shy of her clearly wet center. Santana's breath catches and she arches towards me, her eyes popping open in sudden frustration when she realizes I'm really not about to touch her. I give her a smirk and crawl up her body to kiss her.

"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue," I tell her matter-of-factly.

"Shit," she breathes out in response, her voice deep with arousal.

"In fact, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers. How does that sound, Santana? Do you want that?"

"Uh huh, please, yes." Santana's voice has taken on this sexy whine as she practically begs me to go down on her. I don't need to be asked twice.

"Okay. Be right back." She looks up at me and I wink at her before I quickly trail kisses down her body and settle myself between her legs.

I wrap my left arm under her right leg and press soft kisses to her inner thigh, moving slowly upwards. I run my tongue along the soft skin at the innermost part of her leg and glance up to see Santana gazing down at me, her face reflecting pure desperation and want. I can't tease her anymore.

I look right into the warmest brown eyes on earth and run my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting the delicious slippery wetness that is gathered there. Santana's eyes fall shut as I begin to work my tongue against her sensitive clit. I trace soft circles around it, pinning her hip to the bed when she tries to buck up in search of more contact. I slide my tongue back down to her entrance and don't even hesitate to push it into her as far as I can.

"Oh GOD," I hear Santana husks out forcefully, one of her hands reaching down to grab my hair.

I press my tongue in and out of her rhythmically, setting a steady pace that matches the slight quivering Santana is managing. I know she'll never orgasm like this though, so I bring my mouth back up to her clit, slowly sliding my fingers inside her to replace my tongue.

"Shit Quinn, oh shit baby. Yessss."

Santana's voice sends heat through my body and wetness floods between my own legs. I control my desire to take her hard and fast, and continue to lick and suck at her clit without building too much of a rhythm. My fingers are buried deep inside her, but I don't move them. I want to hear her beg. It might be cruel, but it's also the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard.

"Baby, please. Please, baby."

Santana can only manage two words in varying order. I pull her clit between my lips gently, smiling when I release it to a deep groan.

"Fuck baby, PLEASE."

With that I start to drag my fingers in and out. I pull my mouth away for just a second while I concentrate on working my fingers.

"Christ Santana, you are so tight. I love being inside you like this."

"I love it when you fuck me, Q. Please don't stop."

I bring my mouth back down and flatten my tongue against her clit and I speed up my fingers at the same time. Santana is reduced to making sexy noises above me and writhing like a mad woman.

Santana's stomach muscles clench hard, my favorite sign that she's close. I keep my rhythm fast and steady as all of the other little hints I've become accustomed to begin to show themselves. I know she's right there.

All at once I feel her clench down on my fingers and her leg muscles tighten and lock as her orgasm washes over her.

"Fuuuuuck."

I keep moving inside of her until I feel her muscles begin to relax, then I slowly bring her down. When her body has gone limp I place soft kisses to each of her hip bones before crawling up to lie next to her. Santana reaches out and grabs me, pulling me in for a sexy, wet kiss and moaning into my mouth when she tastes herself on my tongue. So fucking hot.

"I legitimately loved doing that," I tell her honestly.

Santana smiles with her eyes closed.

"Trust me, babe, I loved you doing that too," she answers with a breathy laugh.

I kiss her warm cheek and nuzzle my face into her neck, throwing my arm across her waist.

"Honey?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I promise I'm going to reciprocate, but would you mind very much if I take a little nap first? I'm sorry, I'm just so tired."

I laugh a little at that. On a typical night, Santana will get me 2 to 1. I find it both endlessly frustrating and incredibly enjoyable. San keeps telling me it's just because my body recovers faster than hers, but I've remained dubious. Nevertheless, I'm glad she's willing to rest instead of immediately trying to even things up.

"Don't be an idiot, Lopez. Get some rest. You've more than earned it."

I pull back the blankets and help Santana climb under. She seems dazed with exhaustion, but manages to smile at me when we snuggle close together.

"Your plan was awesome, Q. Mind-blowingly, amazingly, awesome. Thank you."

"You're welcome, love."