Chapter Eight: Celebration
"Reject," said Santana, handing Quinn a dinner plate and earning a scowl from her fiancée. Quinn was up to her elbows in hot, soapy water as she washed the dishes from their Thanksgiving dinner and Santana was on drying duty.
Quinn plunged the plate back into the sink and scrubbed at a stubborn mark before offering it back to the brunette.
"Better?" she asked, pouting as Santana inspected the plate carefully.
"Passable," teased Santana. Quinn stuck out her tongue childishly and flicked soap bubbles at her.
Santana squealed and tried to hit Quinn with the dish towel, but Quinn danced out of the way, giggling. Throwing the towel onto the counter, Santana scooped up a handful of soap suds and stalked menacingly towards her.
"You wouldn't," Quinn said, holding out her hands as her back hit the door of the refrigerator and she found herself with nowhere to run. Santana raised an eyebrow and continued to prowl towards her, her dark eyes flashing mischievously.
"Wanna bet?" she teased, as she stopped just a foot away from Quinn. She gathered some of the bubbles on her index finger and brushed it playfully over the tip of Quinn's nose, holding the other hand containing most of the suds over Quinn's head.
"Santana!" shrieked Quinn, through her giggles, as she tried in vain to ward of her fiancee's attack by tickling her ribs and attempting to keep her at arm's length.
Santana squirmed under Quinn's ministrations, as she tried not to laugh.
"Okay, okay," she chuckled, "I give in. You win." She held up her hands in mock surrender as Quinn smirked at her. "You look hot with bubbles on your nose," she added, using her soap-free hand to pull Quinn close. She rubbed up against her and tilted her head as her lips ghosted over Quinn's, then she dumped the rest of the soap bubbles on to her head, grinning triumphantly.
"Oh, you're so going to pay for that," Quinn told her, shaking her head through her giggles. She darted around Santana, scooped up soap bubbles of her own and flung them at Santana, who squeaked as the soapy water trickled down her cleavage. Quinn couldn't resist licking her lips, and suddenly their soap fight was forgotten as Santana closed the gap between them and kissed her hard. Quinn moaned in response, tangling her fingers into Santana's hair as she tried to deepen their connection.
"Um, girls?" Quinn's mom's voice from the doorway made them jump apart guiltily. As they smoothed their rumpled clothing, and Quinn tried to brush the soap out of her hair, there was a moment of awkward silence.
"Mom, we were just... um... doing the dishes," Quinn offered lamely, and Santana dissolved into laughter beside her. Quinn elbowed her in the ribs but even that wasn't enough to stop her.
Judy smiled nervously. "It's okay, Quinn. It's nice to see the two of you happy. Please, don't let me interrupt. I just wanted to check that you girls will be alright here whilst I go out for an hour or two."
"You're going out?" Quinn asked in surprise, glancing at the microwave clock. "Isn't it a little late?"
Now it was Judy's turn to look embarrassed. "It's not even nine o'clock yet, Quinnie," she said softly. "I promised to meet a friend of mine for a drink... A coffee," she added as Quinn's eyes narrowed. Quinn had made it quite clear what she thought of her mom's drinking in the past.
"A friend?" Quinn repeated, taking in her mom's flushed cheeks and neatly coiffed appearance. She'd touched up her make up since dinner, and unless Quinn was very much mistaken, she'd reapplied her perfume.
"Yes, sweetie, a friend," Judy confirmed, not quite meeting her daughter's gaze.
"For coffee?" Quinn asked and her mother sighed.
"Darling, must you keep repeating what I say? Yes, I'm meeting a friend for coffee, and I really must go or I'll be late." She surreptitiously checked her reflection in the glass cabinet and smoothed a stray strand of shiny, blonde hair.
"You have a date!" Quinn blurted out, her mouth dropping open in surprise. Her mom's cheeks colored instantly. "You do, don't you? You're seeing someone."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Judy said, blushing furiously. "We've only met up a couple of times."
"But you like him, right?" Quinn asked, flashing an excited glance at Santana. After her heart to heart with her mom earlier that evening, she was happy for Judy. She wanted her mom to have something good in her life. Her mom shuffled uncomfortably and glanced at the clock.
"Yes, he's a good man," she said hurriedly.
"What's he like?" Quinn demanded. "Do I know him? What does he do for a living?"
"Baby?" Santana's hand was soft and warm on her arm. "Your mom's going to be late. Can you save the Spanish Inquisition for tomorrow?"
"Okay," Quinn acquiesced, giving her mother a quick hug, being careful not to muss her hair or outfit. "Go have a good time, Mom. We won't wait up."
Judy looked scandalized. "Quinnie, we're just meeting for a coffee," she protested and Quinn and Santana laughed.
As her mom closed the door behind her, Quinn embraced Santana and rested her head comfortably against her fiancee's shoulder. "Wow," she murmured. "I can't believe my mom's seeing someone."
Santana ran her fingers down Quinn's spine and up, under her shirt to rest lightly on the small of her back.
"Hmm," she agreed. "But you know what I can't believe?" Quinn shook her head against Santana's shoulder. "That your mom left us here alone," Santana admitted. "She knows we're engaged, she's happy for us, and she's left us with the house to ourselves."
Quinn shifted in Santana's arms so that she could look into her eyes.
"So, what are we going to do about it?" she asked wonderingly. Santana brushed her lips lightly across Quinn's jaw.
"We're going to celebrate," she said throatily.
"Mmmm," moaned Quinn appreciatively as Santana sucked gently against her pulse point. "What exactly did you have in mind?" Santana's hands were now both roaming pleasurably under her shirt and Quinn was starting to tingle all over, desire curling hot and low in her belly.
"You know, I've never been in your hot tub," Santana whispered against her ear.
"But it's November," Quinn protested weakly. "It's cold outside."
"I'll keep you warm," promised Santana, nipping at her earlobe and eliciting an audible gasp.
"We d-don't have any swimwear here," Quinn stammered.
"We don't need any," Santana said breathlessly. "Please, Q. I really want to do this with you."
Quinn swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "Okay," she agreed. She allowed Santana to take her by the hand and lead her out of the back door to the jacuzzi. Quinn busied herself setting the controls and pulling back the cover, trying not to let her teeth chatter. Santana disappeared back into the house and returned with towels and robes for each of them.
"Are you going to tell me what you and your mom talked about earlier?" Santana asked suddenly as Quinn tested the chlorine level in the water. Quinn turned to look at her in surprise.
"You really want to talk about my mom right now?" she queried. "We may not have that long until she gets back, and I'd really rather she didn't catch us defiling her hot tub."
Santana chuckled. "Who said anything about defiling? I just want to take a nice, relaxing soak." She flashed Quinn what was obviously meant to be an innocent smile, but Quinn wasn't buying it.
"Naked," she reminded Santana, raising an eyebrow at her fiancée.
"If you insist," Santana replied with a wolfish grin. She pulled her shirt over her head in a single, swift movement, then grimaced. "Fuck, it's cold."
"That wasn't a request," Quinn chuckled, "and I did warn you that it'd be cold. I suggest you hurry up and get into the tub before you freeze." Her eyes raked appreciatively over Santana's lithe frame as the brunette quickly stripped to her underwear before climbing hurriedly into the steaming, bubbling water.
"Aren't you going to join me?" Santana asked, groaning at the welcome warmth. She lay back against the jets and fixed her gaze on Quinn, who stood hugging a towel and looking pained. "Come on, baby, the quicker you get undressed, the quicker you can get in here and get warmed up."
With a resigned sigh, Quinn stripped off her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt, squealing at the frigid air. She slipped thankfully into the hot water and felt pins and needles in her toes as they reacted to the sudden temperature change.
"Hi," Santana murmured softly, sliding up against Quinn and running her fingers down her arm playfully.
"Hi yourself," Quinn giggled, the heat and the bubbles already working their magic on her tense muscles. She brushed her lips gently over Santana's, once, then a second time, before Santana suddenly deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue without warning into Quinn's mouth. Quinn gasped at the sensation of Santana's hot, wet tongue massaging her own, and she threaded her hands into her fiancee's hair to hold her in place.
Santana tugged at Quinn's hand and coaxed her to move until Quinn was straddling the brunette. Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana and pressed their torsos together as their tongues continued a sensual battle for dominance. Santana's hands were at her back, unhooking her bra, and the girls parted for just long enough for Santana to peel away the offending item of clothing.
"I want you," groaned Santana breathlessly, her hands roaming over Quinn's wet, slippery body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"You've got me," Quinn panted in response, Santana's words shooting straight to her core and leaving her throbbing with instant arousal.
Santana urged Quinn up onto her knees, causing her to whimper as the cold night air hit her exposed shoulders, and then gasp as Santana's full lips closed over her nipple, sucking gently as her tongue swirled and danced. Santana's hands stroked down her spine and eased into her underwear to cup and squeeze her rear.
"God, I love your ass," Santana murmured, as her lips briefly left Quinn's breast before she transferred her attention to her other, so far neglected, nipple. "And your boobs," she added, her breath warm against Quinn's sensitized skin.
"Mmm," Quinn groaned appreciatively. "The feeling's mutual, baby." To prove her point she cupped Santana's breasts through the soaked material of her bra, running her thumbs over Santana's already peaked nipples. Reaching around to Santana's back, she struggled to release the clasp, her fingers clumsy from lust. Suddenly, Santana grasped her by the hips and she found herself pushed back against the side of the hot tub, the jets pleasurably massaging her lower back. Under the water, Santana's hands were peeling Quinn's panties down her legs. Being naked only fuelled Quinn's desire and she started planting hot, messy, open mouthed kisses anywhere she could reach on Santana - her collar bone, her chin, her ear lobe.
Then, Santana's fingers were stroking between her thighs, teasing her with soft, gentle caresses that made her want to beg for more. Wantonly, Quinn pressed against Santana's hand, parting her legs wider and rolling her hips as she struggled to guide her fiancée's fingers to where she wanted them the most. Santana chuckled against Quinn's ear as she laved her tongue roughly over her pulse point.
"Tell me what you want, baby?" she asked, her voice hoarse with desire.
"You," Quinn huffed breathlessly, squirming beneath Santana's ministrations.
"Where?" Santana teased, and Quinn opened her lust-filled eyes to glare at the brunette. As her gaze met Santana's warm, dark chocolate eyes, all of Quinn's frustration faded and the ache between her thighs suddenly became nothing more than a minor inconvenience. She wanted Santana, wanted to make her fall into bliss, screaming her name.
"You," she repeated firmly, impatiently tugging the thin material of Santana's underwear aside as she plunged her fingers into the silken heat between her thighs.
"Oh God, Q!" Santana moaned at the sudden change of direction of their love making. Quinn licked her lips and grinned at Santana's wide-eyed gaze as she started to stroke tiny circles over the sensitive nub at her fiancee's center.
"Hmm, you feel good," Quinn whispered as she ghosted her lips across Santana's. Santana's hand was still between Quinn's thighs, but she had stilled her ministrations due to the surprise of Quinn's sudden onslaught. Now, she began to move her fingers again, mirroring every action Quinn's hand was making between her own legs.
Long, slender fingers dipped and swirled, stroked and teased, coming close but never quite going where either girl wanted them most. Quinn pressed gently at Santana's entrance, and delighted when she felt the brunette squirm against her, desperate to feel her inside.
"Please?" Santana begged softly, and Quinn almost came from the timbre of her voice alone. She ground down instinctively against Santana's fingers and was rewarded with an audible moan from her fiancée.
"Together," Quinn murmured, capturing Santana's lips in a searing kiss. " I want us to come together, I want to feel you inside me as I make you explode, I want you to make me come undone, please baby, make me come..." She began to babble as Santana stepped up her touch, rubbing harder, tighter, faster circles between her thighs. "Please make me come?" she repeated, her voice taking on a plaintive edge. Gently, searchingly, she pressed two fingers against Santana's entrance, groaning as they were encased within velvet walls, then crying out with pleasure as Santana plunged her own fingers deep into Quinn's core.
They matched each other, movement for movement, stroke for stroke, and Quinn was the first to fall, crying out Santana's name. Moments later, she felt Santana's walls begging to flutter rhythmically around her fingers as her fiancée succumbed to ecstasy.
Quinn whimpered as Santana gently withdrew her fingers and collapsed beside her as they allowed the water jets to massage their spent bodies.
"Mmm," groaned Santana appreciatively, as she wriggled to position the jets right between her shoulder blades. "That was nice, I wish we had a hot tub of our own."
Quinn chuckled. "I can think of plenty of things we can do without a hot tub that are just as nice," she admitted, blushing slightly as Santana gazed at her curiously.
"Like what?" Santana wanted to know. Quinn bit her lip, suddenly shy. "Like what, baby?" Santana coaxed softly, shifting her body closer to Quinn's. "Come on, you're the one who said that you wanted us to be able to talk about anything."
"Well, I was thinking about how I can't keep my hands off of you," Quinn said tentatively, her voice barely more than a whisper. "And how much you like it when I tell you what I want you to do for me... And I was wondering... Did you ever...? I mean..."
"Tell me what you want, Q," Santana said breathlessly, her eyes darkening with lust. Quinn buried her head in her fiancee's shoulder, unable to say the words whilst Santana was looking at her.
"I want you to tie me up," she admitted, her cheeks burning. She felt Santana's breath hitch, and then quicken. Santana's fingers were under her chin, coaxing her head up to meet her desire-filled gaze. "Would you want to try that?" Quinn asked softly. Santana nodded as she wrapped her arms around Quinn and kissed her tenderly.
"That sounds... amazing," she whispered against Quinn's lips. "You really trust me that much, sweetie?"
"I love you," Quinn said simply, sinking into Santana's embrace.
It was a long time before the girls could bring themselves to leave the sanctuary of the hot, steamy water and each other's arms but eventually the threat of discovery won out. They both knew that, despite Quinn's mom's acceptance of their relationship, Judy would be non too happy if she found them naked and wrapped in an intimate embrace in her hot tub. Santana climbed out first, squealing as the frigid night air hit her body and diving for her towel and robe. Chivalrously, she held up a towel for Quinn, wrapping her in soft, fluffy cotton the second she left the water.
By the time they reached Quinn's bedroom, both girls were shivering and Quinn's teeth were chattering violently. Hurriedly, they burrowed under the blankets and wrapped their arms around each other in an attempt to get warm.
"What did your mom say to you?" Santana asked, going back to their pre- hot tub conversation. Quinn's head was against her chest, and she'd been sleepily listening to the soothing staccato of Santana's heart beat so it took her a moment to respond.
"That she's happy for us," Quinn said finally, closing her eyes and humming appreciatively as Santana's hands threaded through her hair, her nails drawing lightly across her scalp. "And that she's sorry for the mistakes she made with me."
"I'm glad," Santana told her stifling a yawn. "You're amazing, Q. You deserve to be happy. That's all I want." She suddenly shifted from beneath Quinn, wriggling over to the side of the bed and looking for something on the nightstand.
"Hey!" pouted Quinn at the unwelcome loss of her fiancee's warm, pliant body. Santana found what she was looking for and rolled back to Quinn, gathering her into her arms.
"I thought you might want to put this back on now," she said, smiling softly at Quinn's frown. She held out the small blue box containing Quinn's engagement ring. "I want everyone to know that you're mine, Lucy Quinn Fabray. Will you marry me?"
"Yes," Quinn replied eagerly, as Santana slipped the ring back onto her finger. "I'm never taking it off again," she promised. "I love you." Her last word was swallowed by a sleepy yawn.
"I love you too," Santana chuckled. "Now, go to sleep, fiancée."
"Your wish is my command," Quinn mumbled, snuggling into Santana's warm embrace and closing her eyes contentedly.