Sorry for the delay, school was nuts this semester. Hope you enjoy the chapter and as always, please review.
Chapter 5:
"Uhn, uhn, uhn," Quinn panted, her hips bucking furiously, grinding her sex against the Latina's. Santana lay beneath her almost comatose with pleasure, her hands knotted in her own hair and one of her legs draped over Quinn's shoulder, the other splayed out over the sheets. Quinn's animal pace soon paid off for both of them as her hips jolted viciously forward and her back arched in an electric spasm, an animal snarl ripping through her throat. Santana felt Quinn's shudder, accompanied by a sudden rush of tacky liquid, against her own bundle of nerves and she came with a raw scream of Quinn's name. The muscles of Quinn's back finally released and she collapsed onto Santana, their naked limbs tangling together. Unconsciously, Santana's arms looped around Quinn and she began to affectionately stroke her fingers through the blonde's wispy locks. Almost instantly, she felt Quinn's body snap from post-orgasm languidness to taught, rigged, anxiousness. Santana's fingers flew from Quinn's hair and she tried desperately to push herself back into the bed, distancing herself from Quinn as much as their compromising position would allow. Fearfully, she searched Quinn's face. The blonde's lips were pressed to a firm, hard line and her green eyes held the look of ice crackling so thin that one misplaced breath might send Santana plunging into the black depths of her pupils. Santana watched and waited for the shattering.
But it didn't come.
Instead, she felt Quinn's body soften once again, and the breath she had been holding was sucked right out of her body when the blonde leaned forward and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to her trembling lips, softly stilling them. Had it still worked, Santana knew her heart would have been hammering through her chest at this moment. Once again, she wrapped her arms about Quinn's neck, this time without fear, and eagerly returned the kiss. She languished in the feeling of Quinn smiling against her mouth, of delicate fingers tracing up and down her side, of sweet, bashful looks from spring-green eyes. She kissed Quinn more deeply, letting her tongue invade her mouth and her hands slide down Quinn's back, coming to rest with an eager grasp of the blonde's buttocks. Santana spread her legs so Quinn could fit more comfortably between them and the subtle shift of Quinn's heat against her own shot a spark through her and her efforts began to double. She pulled Quinn's bottom lip into her mouth, sucking hungrily, sweeping every inch of the plump pillow with her tongue, and her hips began to cant gently against the blonde's. Quinn pulled back, gasping for air, and looked teasingly, but softly down at Santana,
"Again?" she asked, her eyebrow cocking mischievously. Santana's only answer was a toothy grin and her hands flying from Quinn's ass to her breasts, which she palmed firmly, her grin spreading wider at the satisfied moan from the naked figure above her. Soon, Quinn could take it no longer and she surged forward, capturing one of Santana's nipples between her red, swollen lips. She sucked deeply and swooped a stiffened tongue over the excited bud, eliciting a sharp gasp from Santana. She kissed and licked eagerly, relishing each and every audible affirmation that spilled from the Latina's lips. Her own hips began to work against the ones below her and she was working up a steady pace when she was suddenly whirling, and then Santana was hovering above her, pinning her against the bed. Quinn giggled in a light, airy way that Santana had never heard before, and she couldn't contain her grin as she leaned in and pressed kisses all over Quinn's face. What started out as playful pecks grew in length and depth and soon the two women were pressed flush against one another, Santana's hand snaking down between them. Santana's strong fingers hovered eagerly over Quinn's entrance and she began to flex her arm forward when Quinn's fingers suddenly cuffed her wrist.
"Santana…there's something I've been wanting to say to you." Santana's eyes were fixed with shock and intrigue as she watched Quinn avert her eyes and nervously chew her bottom lip. She leaned forward and pressed a reassuring kiss to the plush lips.
"It's ok," she cooed, using her free hand to stroke the blonde bangs away from Quinn's eyes. And then the green eyes were trapping her own, holding her gaze, daring her to look away but begging her not to.
"Santana, I lo—"
The door crashed open and the two female vampires sprang apart, landing sprightly on their feet in defensive crouches, Santana hissing viciously, Quinn growling deeply around their exposed fangs. There in the shattered frame stood Sam, chest heaving, white, dagger fangs positively dripping with venom.
"I'll kill her!" He screamed, pointing a vicious finger directly at Santana. Without thought, Quinn was in front of Santana, her naked body shielding the equally bare form of the Latina. Sam lunged toward the pair, one hand landing on his sister's shoulder, attempting to push her out of the way, the other, reaching around her, clawing the air, desperately reaching for Santana's throat. Summoning all her strength, all her rage, Quinn planted both hands on Sam's chest and shoved, sending the seething blonde flying backwards, shattering the wooden desk with which he collided.
Smiling, Sam stood, picking huge splinters of wood out of his arms, stomach, and hands, the wounds suturing themselves instantaneously.
"Well, isn't that sweet." He hissed, sauntering towards the still ready women. "Protecting your little pet, Quinn? Well, lets see how long you want to protect her after I show you what she's done. What she's brought into our house behind your back! Finn, Puck!" Sam yelled over his shoulder and soon, the burly forms of Finn and Puck could be seen dragging a struggling form through the door. Then, with a great heave, they threw the figure and it collapsed in a heap in the center of the room. Quinn's fangs instantly recoiled, her nails resumed their normal length, the flow of venom stopped in its tracks as shock overwhelmed every bit of her body. She stepped forward and removed the blindfold off of the bound figure and was greeted by two blue orbs, frozen with terror. There, in the middle of their bedroom floor, in the heart of the coven, lay the werewolf from Bakersfield, bound and gagged in her human form, her desperate eyes fixated on Santana.
Santana watched the muscles in Quinn's naked back turn into sinews of rock as she straightened herself. Swallowing thickly, she waited. Quinn turned to her and locked her green orbs onto worrying brown. The ice was back. But this time, not thin, not threatening to crack and swallow Santana into those black waters, that she knew now was a lake of love. The ice was back, but this time is was thick and obscuring, blocking the light from without and within. It was cold and impenetrable and Santana felt she would freeze to death right there in that very room. Stark naked, Quinn turned and walked out of the room, Finn, Puck, and Sam following her. Santana collapsed on the bed, hearing only her own sobs and the insistent, natural thrumming of the immobile werewolf's heart.