I listened to songs about sex when I wrote this. I'd like to thank SOMO for practically writing an album about doing the dirty. Alright I'm done being a dork, on with the story.
((Let's play a game: spot the title.))
"Movies are at least two hours long, right?" She panted between kissed. I nodded and whimpered when I felt her lips on that familiar spot on my neck. "Good. Because I want to take this slow. And not get walked in on, as wanky as that is-"
"Santana," I groaned.
"Is this okay?" She asked. I nodded again.
"Yes, can you please just- just touch me, okay?"
She smirked. "Capital idea, Princess," she teased, throwing my old nickname at me in a way she'd never said it before.
"I-I don't know how to-"
"I do," she said as she kissed my collar bone. I tried not to laugh, I really did. But it didn't work. "What? What's funny?" She mumbled against my skin.
"That tickles," I said as I gently pushed her head to get her away from that spot.
"Well that's not what I want to hear right now," she chuckled as she bit down, drawing a moan from the back of my throat. "That's more like it." She kissed lower and lower, but over the thin cloth of my uniform. "Remind me to thank the sick bastard who designed these skirts," she mumbled. I felt her lips on my thighs, and my breathing pattern- well, it stopped all together. She gave my thighs a reassuring squeeze, and it started back up again. I looked down and met her eyes, her fingers toyed with the hem of my skirt.
"Yes," I rasped. She nodded. That was all she needed to hear. Slowly, she inched Quinn skirt up, and pulled down her spanks.
"I can leave this on if you want?"
I sat up on my elbows and looked at her with both eyebrows raised. "Santana, I mean this with all of the love in the world, but I don't care. Just do something."
She smiled nervously. "Alright," I didn't notice the tint of red in her cheeks, but surely, I'd catch it sometime in the future. She looked down at my center, and I could feel her index fingers link either side of my laced underwear. I moaned when I felt cool air, and lifted my hips to help her slide them off. She looked up at me to see my reactions, and I looked right back at her. Until I felt her finger circling on my clit. I threw my head back and groaned. I don't touch myself often, if at all. It's never felt like this. I glanced back at her and rolled my eyes when I saw her smirk.
The scoff faded when she pressed harder, and continued to make tiny circles. "S-San," it came out as a moan, but I hadn't intended it too. I looked down again when she pulled her finger away, only to find her holding it less than an inch from her face. She glanced up at me, then put her finger in her mouth. I groaned and moved forward a little. She looked at me again and licked her lips before tugging down the side zipper of my skirt, then pulling the skirt all the way down and over my ankles. She kissed my waistline tenderly, then worked her way down again. She leaned in close, I could feel her breath. She was practically teasing me, licking softly and making my back arch off of the bed. No one's ever- "Tana," I whined. I felt her tongue make little shapes, like she was tracing something- I swear to god if she was writing letters, "Oooh." She shouldn't stop. When she hummed, I groaned, when she laughed softly, I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Quinn," I heard her say against me. I hummed. "Quinn," she said again. I opened my eyes to a squint.
"What?" I panted.
"Eyes open," she purred. Then, she pressed the tip of her tongue to my clit and I saw stars. I tried my best to keep my eyes open and on her, but when she started sucking my my head tilted back on it's own, and my fingers buried themselves in her hair. I let out a squeak when her index finger teased my entrance, and covered my mouth with one of my hands when it dipped in easily. "Holy shit," she mumbled. She let me get used to the feeling, then went back to licking, and made a 'come hither' motion with her index finger.
"S-santana," I hissed. I nearly growled when she took her finger out, but she didn't give me time to complain. She dipped her tongue in, and there was no way I could mute the whimpers that slipped through my lips. Then I felt it. It was like my skin was tingling, like my body fell asleep and it was just waking up. But it didn't hurt. I never wanted it to end. My head started spinning, so I closed my eyes again. I felt her take her tongue out, and start lapping, and I'm in a complete state of bliss. My skin had a thin layer of sweat, and I couldn't stop panting. Then my thighs started quivering and trying to close on Santana- and then I was done. My back arched high off the bed, and I came with a call of her name. She kept licking, even as I calmed down. Then it became too much to manage, and I cupped her cheek until my hand was under her chin and gently pulled her face up to mine. We stared at eachother for a few seconds, both panting and trying to catch our breath.
"Wow," Santana spoke first.
"Uh huh," I breathed. "Do you," I looked down coyly, "should I…?"
"Um, no, I um," she blushed, and this time I caught it. "I did to."
"Without me even…"
"Yeah," she mumbled. I couldn't even express how attractive that was. I felt tired. I pulled her into a lazy kiss, and groaned when I could taste myself on her. It was..weird. But not a bad weird. Just different. "Let's take a little nap," she said, her lips still hovering over mine. It was like she read my mind. I laid all the way down, and she followed as she pulled the covers over our legs. I watched as she shimmied out of her pants, and pulled her phone out of the pocket. "We have an hour until they get home," she said lowly.
"Can we.. um…"
"After a breather," she nodded. I smiled as she pressed the home button on her iPhone. "Siri, wake me up in 20 so I can have more awesome sex with my girlfriend."
"OK, I sat an alarm for 8:39PM," her phone said back to her. She smiled cheekily, before wrapping her arm around me to tug me closer. I hummed contently when she started to play with my hair, and let my eyes close. I'm so happy that Santana was my first time.
"Wake up," Santana whispered gently. I groaned, and closed my eyes a little tighter. She chuckled, "come on, we have like 10 minutes before our mom's get home- okay, gross. That makes it sound like we're the daughters of a lesbian couple. That's fucking incest-"
"Santana!" I yelled raspily. I opened my eyes and sat up, then tossed the pillow at her.
"You only wake up when I talk about us being sisters? Wanky," she sung.
"Creep," I mumbled as I layed back down and scratched my head. I was exhausted. I had sex. For the first time. And second. And third. I think I could use a little beauty sleep. She crawled back on the bed, and looked sort of like a panther approaching her prey.
"You look like a pink haired lion," she purred before pecking my lips. "Or a baby cub."
"Thank you?" I grinned.
"Now," she rested her forehead against mine, "get your ass out of my bed and get some pants on. My mom already gave me the talk, I don't want to go through that ever again," she pulled away and got out of bed. I was almost distracted by the way she looked in only underwear and her tank top.
"Wait, what?"
"Oh, forgot to tell you," she turned her back to me and walked to her dresser. "Remember when she caught you in your bra and my leather jacket?"
"Um, yes," I scrunched my eyebrows.
"She supports me, but she doesn't think it's a good idea for us to get our mack on. At least not while you live here."
"And when were you planning on telling me this?"
She shrugged. "After we got our mack on?"
"Santana!" My eyes widened and she laughed.
"Q, what was I supposed to say? Wait, sorry, can't put my hands up your skirt, my mommy said I'm not allowed?" She smiled cheekily. "Your moms trying to figure out how to get you guys a place anyway, lucky she's got a trust fund as big as-
"Your ego?"
"Wasn't what I was going to say, but since you look so damn adorable, we'll do with that," she turned again, and opened a drawer.
"What are you doing?"
"I kind of ruined my underwear," she mumbled. Before I knew it, she'd slipped her's off and was putting on a fresh pair. "Could you open that window? My ma's probably going to check on me, and it totally smells like sex in here."
I rolled my eyes. Why do I find her crudeness arousing? "How'd you learn how to.. you know?"
"Oh," she shut that drawer and leaned over to pick up the shorts that she'd tossed away. "I did some research."
"Porn?" I asked, one eyebrow arched.
"No," she scoffed, "I just.. did some research. Why, was it not up to par?" She teased.
"Eh," I shrugged.
"Oh you ass," she practically leaped onto the bed, I giggled and tried to move back before she could get to me, but she was faster. She straddles my hips and started tickling my sides. "Admit it, I'm the best you've had," she laughed.
"Y-you're my only," I giggled. She smiled triumphantly and stopped her attack.
"First, only, and last," she grinned. I sat up and put my hands on her back to keep us close.
"I l-," I stopped myself. It's a little too soon for the 'L' word. I don't want to scare her or anything. Plus, it seems pretty superficial to ask after sex. "I adore you," I said instead.
She sighed happily. "And I admire you," her voice was rasped, and beautiful, and perfect.
After a few beats of silence, I giggled quietly. "So, we're getting married tomorrow, yeah?"
She pushed my shoulders down to hover over me again. "Taking a flight to Vegas at the crack of dawn," she said dramatically. She was about to kiss me, but we both heard the front door close, then feet stomp up the stairs.
"Shit," I remembered that I wasn't wearing any pants. Or under wear. And I was still wearing my Cheerios top.
"Don't panic," she said calmly. "You can wear my clothes tonight. You wear most of my shit anyway." She rolled off of my once again, then quickly retrieved some clothes from her dresser. I caught the grey v-neck and floral pajama shorts that she tossed me. After I finished changing, which she watched me do, we heard a few knocks on the door. She scanned the room to make sure it was all clear, then opened the door.
"Hi," Rhys smiled up at her.
"We're back," Leo said cheekily.
"I see," Santana clicked her tongue. "How was the movie, and what's that behind your back Leonardo?"
Her brother ducked his head sheepishly, and showed her the closed Tupperware. I stifled my laughter. "Rhys said that these are Quinn's. Can we eat them?"
Santana looked at me, so I shrugged. "Have at it," I said.
"Uh, not so fast," Santana said, an almost sinister smile on her lips. "Give," she held out her hand. Reluctantly, Leo complied. She took out two cookies, then gave it back. "Have fun," she said before kicking the door shut. She held one out for me as she sat on her bed, then crossed her legs. She held her own up, as if you toast. "To us. And sex."
"To us," I giggled. "And to marriage in the morning."
She laughed, and we tapped the pastries together. I waited for her to bite into it first, just to gage her reaction. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Jesus Quinn, I'm chewing on sugar. Like straight sugar- did you guys use any actual ingredients?"
"I tried to warn you," I chuckled, "but you gave me your bedroom eyes."
"I don't regret a thing," she smiled before putting the cookie down. "But if I eat that, all of the workouts I've ever done will be thrown away. And I know you only want me for my body," she teased. I scoffed.
"Your body, your voice, your brain- even if you're an idiot sometimes-"
"Oh how fucking charming you are," she said. I stuck my tongue out at her before smiling.
"You didn't let me finish. I want your everything," I said coyly. "Now lock your door. I'd like to cuddle without any interruptions."
She nodded, and did so. "Tell anyone that we spoon, and I'll end you, Fabray."
"But then how will I return the favors? I owe you three," I said innocently. Her face reddened again, so I broke my facade and chuckled quietly. "Just get over here and hold me. I'm cold."
"Well lucky for you, baby lion, I'm warm," she said cheesily. She layed down next to me, but didn't touch me. She just layed there and looked at me. I groaned and rolled over, then wrapped myself around her.
"Gimme warmth," I mumbled into the crook of her neck. She laughed without voicing it, and wrapped her arm around me.
"Of course, Quinn," she said lowly. "Night."
"Night," I yawned. I fell asleep smiling. I can honestly say that Santana is the best thing that's ever happened. I saved her from sending herself off to some camp that would try to rewire her brain, and try to mold her into what she's not. But she saved me from who I thought I was, and showed me who I'm supposed to be.
Now, we just have to show everyone else how unbelievably right this is, and hope that they accept it as much I do.
Ok so I'm sorry if it sucked. If you're like an expert at writing things like this, and you have any tips, you gotta let me know dude
any way, sorry for the cheesy mention of the title if you noticed, but I had to do it for the feels man. Alright, seeya soon.
yikes, almost forgot to thank you for the reviews. thank you ;3 when you guys tell me you felt the feels it makes me very happy, so lemme know c:
Noooow i'll see you soon. im done talking i promise.
(one last thing, does anybody here watch PLL?)