So, I just kind of busted this out really quick.
I've never written anything sexual before, unless you count poetry, but that's a hell of a lot different than this.
I promise to work on it and get tons better!
Thank you to everyone who is reading. Sorry for any errors, and I hope to not disappoint!
Also, any reviews would be greatly appreciated!
Quinn got on the train and found her seat. She put her bag onto the free seat next to her and felt her phone go off.
SANTANA: Kurt's towels are so comfy! haha I'm really glad I came to nyc, but I'm even happier that you asked me to move in with you. Has it been a month yet? Are you back home yet? :p
Quinn walked up to Santana and unwrapped her towel slowly as to take her time so she could bask in the beauty that stood before her. Quinn couldn't believe her eyes.
She knew that when she got off the train and turned back around towards their apartment that she was going to tell Santana how she really felt, but she didn't expect to be so brave. Perhaps, words didn't need to be said, only touch needed to be felt.
Quinn lifted up her hand to caress Santana's cheek, and Santana melted into her. A spark ignited inside Quinn as she leaned in to place her lips gently upon Santana's. Years of dreaming could never have prepared her for the feeling that burst inside of her as she began to deepen the kiss, taking Santana's bottom lip between hers.
It seemed as though Santana wanted Quinn as much as she wanted her. Santana was eager to feel Quinn everywhere. She began kissing across her neck and up to her ear. Quinn could feel the smile on Santana's lips when she whispered in a low, sultry voice, "Take off your clothes, Q." She licked her ear lobe as Quinn's body shivered. "I want more of you." She tugged on the hem of Quinn's dress, and Quinn obliged, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor.
Quinn, just as eager as Santana and draped with the courage to show Santana how she felt, unclasped her bra and let it drop. The look on Santana's face was anything beyond what Quinn could have expected. For a moment Quinn thought she saw a hint of nervousness in Santana's eyes, but with a blink it was gone. No sooner was it there, was it replaced with excitement and lust.
Any thought of Santana being nervous disappeared when Santana pushed Quinn onto the bed. She began to straddle her, leaving kisses from her jaw line to her neck and down to her collarbone.
Quinn loved the feeling of Santana's lips on her and her hands searching everywhere she could find. She had imagined this for so long; she couldn't believe it was actually happening.
Santana cupped Quinn's right breast as she put her left nipple in her mouth, gently sucking. Quinn gasped from the unexpected, but pleasurable action. She bucked her hips into Santana, unknowingly causing friction between her stomach and Santana's core. A whimper escaped from Santana's lips. She could feel how wet Santana was on her abs. Knowing how hot Santana was for her only turned Quinn on more.
She flipped them over so that Quinn was now on top of Santana. A devilish look was in Quinn's eyes. She let her hands reach and grab at every piece of Santana possible. Her hands found Santana's breasts, and she slowly started kneading them. She could feel Santana's breath hitch at the touch. She couldn't get enough.
Quinn let her left hand slide between them. Following the outline of Santana's hips to the inside of her thighs, she pushed Santana's legs further apart. Quinn found Santana's lips once again. Santana rushed into the kiss, not wasting any time. Quinn started tracing little circles on the inside of Santana's thigh, eliciting a moan from Santana. Quinn took the opportunity to slide her tongue in her open mouth. She let her tongue explore the other girl's mouth, moaning at the feeling of their tongues colliding.
Everything inside of Quinn started to awaken. She could feel heat radiating from every inch of her body. Santana was writhing beneath her. The fervor in her kiss begging Quinn to touch her in the deepest ways.
Quinn knew what she wanted. She needed for Santana to feel just how much she cared for her. She slid one finger from Santana's wet entrance up to her clit. Santana moaned from the back of her throat. Quinn was instantly addicted to the sound. Smiling into the kiss, she slipped one finger inside of Santana.
Swallowing another moan that Santana made, Quinn placed a second finger inside of her, slowly pushing in and out at a slow rhythm. Santana's body rocked with Quinn's movements. Quinn began kissing Santana's neck as Santana continued to make sounds of pleasure.
Quinn fell in love with Santana's body moving against hers. She picked up her speed and let her thumb find Santana's clit.
In and out, through the wetness of Santana's heat, Quinn could tell she wouldn't last much longer. She took her other hand and grabbed Santana's cheek, making her look directly at her. Quinn needed to see the look in her eyes as she came.
Santana looked up into dark hazel orbs full of passion and adoration. Quinn left one small, passionate kiss on Santana's lips before returning her gaze.
She thrust herself even deeper into Santana as she cried out in pleasure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Quinn could feel Santana tightening around her fingers. She pushed inside of her again while curling her fingers upwards and making tight circles on her clit. Santana couldn't stop her body from shaking as she rose in her climax. Quinn slid into her once more. Santana's eyes found Quinn's again.
"Quinn," Santana began to speak as Quinn's fingers continued to slide in her, curl up and then out before sliding back in again. Santana's breath became more ragged and her body was so close. With another push inside, Quinn could feel Santana holding her breath.
"I love you, Santana," was all Quinn could say to the woman beneath her, and with one final push in and the curl of her fingers, Santana screamed her name as ecstasy took her to the edge and she fell into her orgasm.
Quinn awoke in a sweat, unaware of where she was. She looked over to see a window with buildings passing by in the distance.
She was still on the train.
A wave of disappointment washed over Quinn as the realization hit her that she was on her way to Yale, instead of laying in bed with Santana telling her how she really felt.
She looked over to her phone to check the time and saw the text she had read from Santana before she fell asleep. Something pulled at her heart when she saw her name. It had all been a dream. She hadn't told Santana that she loved her.
She read the text over again. Santana had called it their home.
Holy shit, I called it our home. What was I thinking? I only meant to tell her about Kurt's awesome towels, and tell her that I was glad I came here. The rest just kind of spilled out before I had the chance to stop it.
The shower didn't prove to be any help in sorting out my feelings. All I could put together was that Quinn was beautiful and I felt things for her; I had always known that, but I hadn't ever really thought about it. Now, the image of her wouldn't leave my mind. Did I love Quinn? As scary as it was to admit, I did. I probably always had. I didn't know what Quinn was going to think of my text. Hopefully, she wouldn't take it as me meaning anything more than something platonic. Part of me wanted her to think of it as our home, but I'd be kidding myself if I ever thought she would see me the way I was realizing I always saw her.
A look at the stars seemed like the best option to clear my head. I put on a pair of sweats, tank top, and a light jacket.
I still couldn't see the stars. Like Quinn said, the city lights were too bright. I guess they'd have to substitute for my star gazing. I didn't mind. The city lights were still crowded by the darkness of the night sky. Some of the lights were big and others were small. If I tried, I could even make shapes out of them. It was peaceful, but something was still gnawing at the back of my mind. Quinn.
I wanted to share this moment with her. If I could tell her that the beauty I saw in the night wasn't half as beautiful as she was then maybe she could start to understand why it only took two days for me to see what true beauty was.
It was almost ridiculous how even the night sky made me think of her. Though, lately, it seemed like everything was making me think of her. Anything beautiful brought me back to her eyes. Anything funny brought me back to her laugh. Anything soft brought me back to her embrace.
I climbed the fire escape back down to my room just in time to hear my phone go off from a text.
QUINN: It's barely been an hour, San. I'm not even back to Yale, yet. Home, huh? Make sure to keep it warm for me.
My heart swelled. She didn't freak out that I called our apartment home. The smile on my face could have gone on for miles.
Suddenly, all of the worried thoughts in my head calmed down. With the thought of our apartment being our home, I laid my head down on the pillow and let myself fall asleep.
QUINN: One exam down, three more to go and I am officially New York bound. Please send me some coffee through the phone so I don't fall asleep on my textbook!
Waking up to anything Quinn felt amazing. I couldn't stop the feeling in my chest that grabbed at my heart. After dreaming about Quinn all night, all I wanted to do was talk to her.
SANTANA: Not sure they've invented an app for that, but I'll make sure to get right on it. Gotta look for a job today. Any suggestions?
QUINN: Rock star? Ice cream junkie? Queen?
I couldn't help but laugh. She knew me all too well.
SANTANA: I'm already all of those things. Too bad eating ice cream doesn't make me any money.
QUINN: I'd eat bacon for money.
SANTANA: You'd eat bacon no matter what. :)
QUINN: True. Well, you could work at a coffee shop. Then you could send me some coffee!
SANTANA: Dealing with people all day and making them stuff? Like I could do that sober. I'll make you coffee, but no one else.
QUINN: Hmm…you were always good at making me drinks in high school. Bartender?
SANTANA: That could mean free drinks and awesome tips.
I could be a bartender. Not to brag, but I am smoking hot. Of course I would get incredible tips.
SANTANA: Maybe I'll check out that place that we went to the other night.
Just thinking about that night made my entire body heat up. Quinn's lips on my neck. Her body against mine, pulsing to the music. I could definitely work there.
QUINN: That place was cool. You could take me up to the roof again. I enjoyed the view the last time we were up there.
If I've ever heard of an amazing job, that was it.
I got out of bed and got dressed to start making my way over to Shadow's. I made sure I was looking gorgeous in a tight fitting tank top with a leather jacket, coupled with a pair of my black tight jeans and some laced boots.
I arrived at the bar about ten minutes later and walked in. I saw the bouncer that was there two nights before, and he gave me a quirky smile.
"You're the woman with the hot dancer girlfriend, right?" he asked.
"What-" It took me a minute to realize what he was referring to. Then I remembered Quinn's lips pressed against my neck when she pretended to be my girlfriend to get us into the club. "Oh, yeah, that's me. I was wondering if you guys had any job openings."
"For you, yeah, let me get Frank," he smiled again and walked past the bar into a back room.
A moment passed before a tall man dressed in a business suit walked out and held out his hand towards me. I took it and he shook my hand firmly.
"Hi, my name's Frank, and it's nice to meet you," he spoke in a calm and charming voice.
"Hey, I'm Santana. It's nice to meet you, as well."
"Jimmy says you were looking for a job. How can I help you with that?"
"Well, I've always been really good with mixing drinks. I was hoping you had an opening for a bartender. I was here the other night, and I really liked the atmosphere and the music. I thought you guys could use my talent," I told him with a cheeky smile.
"Ah, you seem quite confident in yourself," he chuckled. "That's a good quality to have around here. We like people who can hold their own. A bartender, you say? How about I give you a test. If you pass, you're hired Deal?."
"Sounds like a deal to me."
"Alright, I'll give you three minutes to make seven different drinks."
I got behind the bar and got acquainted with my surroundings. Seven drinks in three minutes, I could definitely do that. I could make more than that. I used to time myself back in high school and always prided myself on my skills. This would be cake.
And it was. In Frank's words, I passed with "flying colors." In agreement of our deal, he hired me on the spot. I'd work tomorrow night under one of the regular bartenders to learn the ropes. I couldn't wait to tell Quinn.
I thanked Frank and made my way back outside so I could call her.
She answered on the second ring. "Hey, I just finished my second final. God, it was brutal," she laughed. "I'm still waiting on my coffee. Is it here, yet?"
"Get your butt over here, and I'll buy you a coffee."
"I would if I could, but I still have two more finals to go. Did you go to the bar to see about getting yourself a lovely new job?"
I smiled into the phone. "Let's just say I can take you for that spectacular view of the night sky any time you would like."
"Oh, you got it! That's fantastic. I'm expecting free drinks now that you're a working girl surrounded by an unlimited supply of alcohol." I could tell she was smiling back. If only she was with me, I could have gotten one of her amazing hugs. Just picturing it made my smile widen.
"I did and I think I could manage a few drinks on the house. My first shift is tomorrow. I have to say that I'm kind of excited, but a little nervous. At least if anyone gets handsy, I can throw a beer in their face and not have to pay for it," I chuckled.
"Yeah, well, if anyone tries to put their hands on you, they'll have to deal with me. I'm still your girlfriend, and no one gets to touch you but me."
Hearing her call me her girlfriend, whether it be fake or not, just about knocked me over and into the street for oncoming traffic to greet me. At this point, I wouldn't have cared. For all I knew, I could have been floating in the clouds.
"Oh, but hey, I've got to get back to my study group. We have a chem final in the morning that's going to rip me to absolute shreds. Text me later?" she asked.
"Of course. I'll work on trying to get a coffee to you in the meantime."
"Thanks, and, hey, San?"
"Yes, Quinn?"
"I'm proud of you. Try and be nice to your customers. I know not everyone can handle how intense you are, but I doubt your boss would be too keen on you going all Lima Heights on everyone who shows you a little unwanted attention. You're beautiful, you know. Some people can't help but comment on it, especially if you're going to be serving them alcohol in what I'm sure will be a damn fine outfit. Bye, S."
My heart was beating out of my chest. Quinn made my heart race without even trying. I can't even remember the last time anyone made me feel and act so…so much like Rachel with one silly compliment. I was really going to need to work on that. This girl was going to be the death of me. I became mush overnight.
Every second that passed, Quinn grew more and more amazing. I was starting to fall for her and her little comments that she made that always threw me off guard. If anyone got touchy with me she said they would have to deal with her. She called me beautiful. What was I supposed to do? Not fall in love with everything she said and did? She was Quinn Fabray. Who wouldn't fall in love with her?