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QUINN
We've arrived in Albuquerque, New Mexico for Nationals. Since Santana is the team captain, she made the room list for the hotel, which means we get to spend 3 nights alone together in a hotel room. At this rate, I'm not sure how much good it will do, though. Things have been a little tense between us, over Brittany of all things.
Britt is staying right next door to us with a junior named Jess, per her request. Santana had raised her eyebrows when Brittany asked her, but didn't comment. If I didn't know her so well, I wouldn't even have seen the flash of discomfort in her features when the request was made. Later, when were alone, Santana asked me if I knew anything about Jess and Britt.
"No, why?" I'd responded.
"I just…do you think they're like, together?"
"I don't know, I doubt it," I'd said with a shrug.
"I mean, don't you think that's something we should know, as her friends?" Santana had asked, apparently annoyed with my response.
"I'm sure she would have told us if she was dating Jess, love."
"I guess," my girlfriend's distracted response had finally caught my full attention.
"What's the matter? Are you jealous or something?" I'd accused, feeling my own jealousy burn in the pit of my stomach.
"Don't be stupid, Quinn." Santana's answering sigh had done nothing to calm me down.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're unbelievable, Santana Lopez."
I'd stormed out of her room to my own, slamming the door behind me. We've so rarely fought that I wasn't really sure what to do with myself when I got there. I ended up just packing my things, getting angrier with every minute that she didn't come and answer my simple question.
When we'd gotten to the airport she had wordlessly picked up my bag with hers as she directed the rest of the team in the right direction. She'd done the same when we arrived in Albuquerque, effortlessly tossing my bag over her shoulder.
Now I'm waiting for our room keys to get handed out, and I'm kind of dreading getting up into a quiet room with Santana. I don't have the energy to fight with her, nor do I think I owe her anything at this point.
Santana walks over to me, holding our room keys. She regards me hesitantly for a moment, then once again picks up my bag and her own. Without a word, she nods her head towards the elevators to indicate that I should follow her as she walks in their direction.
I'm even more infuriated by her silence, but without any options, I follow her. We ride an elevator crowded with Cheerios to our floor, a pronounced distance between us. I realize halfway up that the previously boisterous crowd of soon-to-be National champs matches our silence. I wonder if they've sensed the Cold War standoff between their current and former captain. I'm surprised that my girlfriend, natural leader that she is, hasn't sensed this awkwardness and done something about it. With a reluctant sigh, I decide to step up.
"Hey guys, have fun, but make sure you don't get too crazy tonight. I know tomorrow is just a practice day, but we need to be sharp, okay? By the end of the weekend we'll be champions again and we can celebrate all we want."
The other Cheerios on the elevator all nod their agreement, smiling before getting off at the floor we've all occupied. Santana gets off too, leading me towards our room. She glances at me as she pushes the door open and steps aside to let me in first.
I don't look at her at all as I walk into the room and immediately sit down on the edge of the bed furthest from the door, looking down at my nails. I hear my and Santana's bags thump onto the floor and before I know it, my girlfriend is kneeling in front of me.
"I want to be with you, Quinn. How can you even doubt that? Have I not shown you how much I love you? Have I not told you enough? What do I need to do to prove my love to you?" Santana's eyes are intense, studying my face urgently.
I'm stunned by her sudden presence in front of me and by her rapid fire questions.
"Why didn't you just say "no" when I asked if you were jealous?"
"Because I shouldn't even have to answer that question, Q!" I can feel her frustration in her tone, but she's still right here in front of me.
"You were acting weird about Brittany possibly being with Jess. I'm sorry if that's not supposed to bother me, but she is special to you, Santana! Plus, have you seen her lately? Kind of a more attractive option than me and my 19 weeks pregnant body. I'm not saying you don't love me, I'm just saying maybe you love her too. And she'd be a better option right now…" I trail off, not wanting to expose the thickness to my voice that only comes when I'm about to cry.
I'm looking up and away from this perfect physical specimen in front of me. I'm not even sure why I'm still angry with her, but I feel like momentum is just carrying me forward now. Santana's hands come up to rest on my thighs and she angles her head to look me in the eye. When I finally meet her eyes I see them shifting between love, pain, and anger.
"Fucking Christ, Quinn. Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to hear you say that? Have I ever done anything to indicate that I think you are less than fucking perfect? I don't know what you want from me. Tell me, please. Am I not showing you enough? Seriously, I want to know what the fuck you want from me!"
My angry tears spill over.
"I don't KNOW, Santana! I don't fucking know, okay? All I know is that you are perfect and the thought of you wanting someone else destroys me, literally fucking destroys me! You have no idea what it feels like to be afraid of losing you."
Santana stands up and leans down, bringing her face to within inches of mine.
"I. Don't. Want. Any. One. Else. Quinn. Just you. Always you."
Santana's words are still hard, but her eyes are the softest, deepest brown. Without thinking I lunge up to press our lips together as hard as I possibly can.
My beautiful, magical Latina meets me and then some, leaning down to kiss me with intensity, almost harshly.
After a second Santana steps back from me and starts yanking off her travel sweats. She naked in mere moments, reaching immediately to pull me up and start stripping me as well. I wake up suddenly and help her remove my clothes hurriedly.
The instant my last article of clothing hits the floor, Santana kisses me and reaches down to pick me up. I instinctively wrap my arms around her neck and hook my feet together around her back. She shocks me again with the ease with which she holds me up as her mouth works fervently against mine.
She turns and takes three steps to press my back solidly against the nearest wall. I gasp and then move may hands to her face to kiss her more fully. Santana leans into my kiss, the majority of my weight supported now by her hips and the wall. My hands slide down until my forearms rest across her shoulders and the kiss slows down marginally.
"I fucking love you so much, Santana Lopez. So fucking much."
I whisper my love against her lips, and San brings one hand up to grip the back of my neck and pull my mouth to hers once again.
It's a deep, intense kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth effortlessly and I welcome her with my own. I let her dictate the speed and depth of the kiss, submitting to her, offering everything I am in this gesture.
Santana grips beneath my legs again and pulls me away from the wall, dropping me hurriedly onto the bed and climbing over me in the very next instant. She looks down into my eyes.
"I love you too, Quinn. Don't ever question that."
"Okay, babe. I'm sorry…"
I finally see a little smile on Santana's lips.
SANTANA
"Don't be an idiot, Fabray."
Quinn gives me one of her brilliant, megawatt smiles.
"Can you do something for me, love?" she asks me sweetly.
"Anything," I tell her honestly.
"Fuck me? Please?"
I close my eyes at the shiver her words send through my body. Heat floods between my legs and I know I'm dripping with arousal.
My girlfriend is the sexiest bitch on earth.
"I suppose, since you said please," I tell her smugly.
I don't want to waste time. I'm sure she's as ready as I am, so I immediately bring my hand down to her inner thigh. My fingers graze her wet lower lips and I smile at her sharp intake of breath.
Quinn meets my eyes and I position myself carefully above her, careful to avoid the DJ bump. I lean down and kiss her as I slide my fingers along her slit. I love this feeling, the realization that I do this to her, I cause her to be so wet and ready. I slide a finger inside her and smile against her mouth when she gasps.
I pull it in and out a few times, moving my finger in wider and wider circles. Quinn's body shudders beneath me.
"More, baby." Quinn moans loudly.
Again her words send heat through my body and I don't hesitate to oblige her, slipping another finger inside her. Q bucks against my hand, taking me even deeper.
I set a quick rhythm, my palm slapping against her clit as I pound my fingers inside her over and over again. Quinn is lost in the moment, her hand comes up to grip my shoulder tightly and her legs spread ever wider as I work her up.
It doesn't take long to push her over the edge, and I am overcome with the incomparable vision of Quinn in the throes of orgasm. Her teeth bite down hard on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I watch as her back arches slightly up off of the bed, all of her muscles taut and flexed. It's the most incredible, sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I watch her relax and slowly come down, releasing this soft, breathy sigh that washes through me. I slide my fingers out of her gently. Quinn's eyes open and focus on me as I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and slowly wrap my lips around them. Q's eyes widen as I suck her wetness off my own digits, releasing them with an exaggerated pop.
Quinn reaches up to pull me down for a deep kiss.
"Straddle my face," she says to me when the kiss is broken.
"What?" I'm taken by surprise.
We've moved kind of slow in trying new positions since we're both new to this and, quite simply, have been enjoying figuring out each other's bodies. We've never done this one, but Quinn has that determined glint in her eye that I know so well. She's gonna get her way, one way or another.
"Come on baby, I want you to ride my face."
I suck in a short breath. She's so fucking hot, particularly when it comes to sex.
The chastity princess is no more.
"As you wish, princess." I smirk at her.
I plant a little kiss on her lips and then move myself into the requested position. I look down and see Quinn smile at me before pulling my hips down and sliding her tongue slowly along my slit.
A shiver shoots through my whole body.
QUINN
I love the taste of Santana.
It used to surprise me how much I enjoyed going down on her, but now it seems as if this is something I was always meant to do. I can't think of anything better than when my tongue touches a sensitive spot and I get to see the involuntary reactions it causes in San's beautiful, lithe body.
My hands run up and down Santana's thighs as I run my tongue through her wetness to suck lightly on sensitive clit. She squirms slightly above me and presses her palms on headboard.
"Fuck. Oh fuck Quinn."
I smile and increase the pressure and pace of my tongue as I pull on her small bundle of nerves sliding my tongue back down and slipping it inside my fucking sexy girlfriend.
"Oh shit baby yeah."
Santana has incredible Latin rhythm, and she rocks her hips gently while I glide my tongue around inside her. It's so hot, but when San opens her eyes and glances down to make eye contact with me, it's legitimately the hottest fucking thing in the world.
I move my hand from her hip to press my thumb to her clit and she bucks against my hand. I don't waste time, just as she didn't waste time with me, immediately pressing down hard and rubbing vigorously. San's body responds right away, I can see her muscles tighten in response to my touch and she reaches down to grab a handful of my hair.
"Just like that Q. I'm so close."
I work on her fervently, I can't wait to see her come undone. She tightens her grip on my hair before leaning her whole body forward against the headboard.
Santana's eyes are close tightly and she's whimpering with her sexy rasp and I'm just overcome by her.
Her abs tighten visibly and her thighs quiver and then she's shaking against my tongue and my thumb, coming hard with a loud FUCK. I continue to lick at her entrance, enjoying the taste of her and resulting wetness from her orgasm.
Eventually she shifts and moves down the bed to lie next to me. Santana wraps herself around me and tilts her head up to give me a soft kiss. She smiles lightly at the taste of herself and hums a little against my lips.
"Maybe we should fight more often," Santana whispers with a little laugh.
I laugh in return.
"Can we pretend fight instead?" I ask her.
"Good idea, pretty lady. Much less stressful."
"Yes, much less stressful."
SANTANA
We are fucking NATIONAL CHAMPIONS, BABY!
I knew we won it as soon as I got flipped up on top of the pyramid for our cheer portion. We were perfect to that point, and it just felt like we were destined to win. I knew we were going to finish perfect.
Once we finished our routine I'd sprinted to Quinn and picked her up in a huge hug as our teammates celebrated around us. I didn't think about anyone or anything but wrapping my arms around my girl. It was the best hug of my life.
Watching my team celebrate after we were announced as champions once again was a beautiful thing. I'd jumped up and wrapped myself around Brittany joyfully before being wrapped in a three way hug with the Unholy Trinity. Everything felt perfect. We deserved to have things go right for us.
As the captain, I'd had the gigantic trophy handed to me first. It took every ounce of my strength to raise it up even slightly over my head. It was awesome, but it even better when I got to hand it off to Coach.
Sue gave me an undeniably proud nod of her head as she accepted it and I just knew that was the closest thing I was going to get to actual respect from her. It was enough really.
We're on the flight back home now, our humongous trophy taking up entire overhead bin by itself. Sorry we're not sorry, fellow travelers.
Quinn is sitting next to me. We have the arm rest up and we're covered in a light blanket. Quinn's hand is intertwined with mine under the blanket.
I couldn't ask for anything more than this.