AN: Hi all, I know I said that there were only another couple of chapters to go in this story but this chapter wasn't in my original plan so there's still a couple to go after this. Even then it's not the end of the saga as I have more things I want to explore with Quinn and Santana, so even when this story's done, there'll be another sequel down the line. Anyway, here's chapter 34, hope it was worth the wait. All reviews are, as always, very welcome...
Chapter Thirty-Four: Reconnection
Santana didn't need to be asked twice. Quinn's request was needy, breathless, and tinged with desperation, and the brunette licked her lips in anticipation before crashing them against Quinn's in an instantly hot, urgent kiss, her fingertips delving expertly into the wetness at the apex of Quinn's thighs. They gasped simultaneously, Quinn at the suddenness and thrill of the intimate touch and Santana at discovering just how wet and ready for her she was. All of their denied passion from the past few weeks flooded through them both as they each groped and fondled any part of the other they could reach, running their hands over soft curves and sensitized skin as hot water cascaded over their already heated bodies. Now was not the time for slow, tender lover-making, they had the rest of the day for that. Now was about want, pure and simple.
Shower sex was never as elegant and seductive as movies and TV would like to make out – instead it was messy, un-coordinated, and chaotic – but it was still unbelievably arousing and Quinn loved being with Santana like this. Her back hit the cold, wet tiles but she barely noticed as Santana's fingers were eliciting wonderful sensations between her thighs. It was all she could do to cling to the brunette's shoulders and she wrapped one leg around the back of Santana's thighs to open herself more to the touch. The rhythm Santana set with her strokes was hard and fast but Quinn didn't care. After holding back for weeks, she knew she wasn't going to last long anyway. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned at the intensity of emotions swirling through her, feeling the familiar pressure coiling and building at her core. Even as Santana was driving her towards bliss, brushing the pad of her thumb lightly against the bundle of nerves at her center, Quinn couldn't think of anything other than getting to reciprocate – she wanted to touch and taste every inch of her beautiful fiancée. Images of her head buried between Santana's thighs, of her fingers buried deep inside the brunette, flooded her senses. Her orgasm took her by surprise, crashing over her as curses and prayers tumbled unbidden from her lips.
Even as small aftershocks continued to ripple through her, Quinn wasted no time in pressing two fingers urgently into the slick heat at Santana's center. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of soft, satiny flesh beneath her fingertips as she sought out the places she knew would drive her fiancée wild. Her mouth sought out Santana's desperately, her teeth biting down gently on the brunette's plump lower lip and earning her a low growl in return, before planting a string of wet, searing kisses across Santana's jawline and down the slender column of her throat. She'd missed this so much, she realized, as tears pricked behind her closed eyelids. Not just the sex, although God knew she adored the physical aspect of their relationship, but the intimacy. The sharing herself with Santana, body and soul. She loved knowing that she could reduce her to moans and gasps and whimpers, she delighted in the way that the brunette would come apart under her ministrations – head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, breathing quickening.
Santana was clinging on to Quinn hard enough to leave bruises as she stroked and teased her towards ecstasy, but Quinn couldn't have cared less. Her fiancée was so wet and impossibly hot around her fingers that arousal flooded through her own body once more, sending pleasant waves coursing through her, every nerve ending singing as she made love to the brunette. Santana's gasps and moans were becoming louder and more urgent with every stroke of her fingers deep in the brunette's core, indicating that she was moments away from release. Quinn pressed her lips against Santana's pulse point, caressing the soft, sensitive skin with the flat of her tongue, losing herself in the sensations of her beautiful fiancée beneath her mouth and fingers as Santana cried out her name and collapsed, breathless and sated in her arms.
Their entire interlude in the shower had lasted a surprisingly short time, but both girls were left pleasantly exhausted by the unexpected intensity of their encounter. They shared gentle kisses and caresses as they finished up their shower, before Santana's stomach started to rumble, causing Quinn to giggle and offer to make brunch for them both.
The day was warm and bright so they took their plates outside to eat, curling up beside one another on the back-porch swing. Santana had thrown on shorts and a tank top, and she swung her long toned legs backwards and forwards as she sat, brushing the heels of her bare feet against the tiled ground. Quinn snuggled against her, tucking her own legs under the skirt of her red, floral sundress. For a while they ate in companionable silence, relaxing in the warm, late-morning sunshine and enjoying the closeness and breathing in the fragrant early summer air. A gentle breeze rippled the surface of the pool, the lapping of the water against the ceramic tile almost hypnotic.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Quinn asked contentedly, resting her head against Santana's shoulder as she picked absently at her food. Santana was ravenously devouring everything on her plate as though she hadn't eaten in days.
"You." Santana's answer was direct and to the point and Quinn snorted inelegantly with laughter.
"Other than me," she replied drily, returning the smirk Santana gave her with one of her own. "Don't you want to celebrate your new role?"
"We can do that here, alone," Santana replied pointedly, a hopeful grin lighting up her features. "Naked," she added, just in case Quinn had missed the innuendo, and Quinn shook her head, laughing lightly.
"You're such a nympho," she chastized gently, her cheeks coloring under Santana's scrutiny as the brunette studied her carefully, waiting to see her reaction. If she were completely honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her gorgeous fiancée but she couldn't let go of the feeling that it would be too decadent and self-indulgent to give the entire day over to their base desires. "Isn't there anywhere you'd like to go?" she asked weakly.
Santana popped a strawberry into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. "Hmm, we could go to the library, or the museum, or some other equally boring and educational place, thus wasting our precious alone time," she teased, reaching out a hand to brush Quinn's hair back and expose the delicate column of her neck, "or, we could head back upstairs and I could strip you naked and do all sorts of naughty things to you with my tongue." She leant forwards and brushed her lips lightly against the shell of Quinn's ear, causing a delicious shiver to shoot down her spine. "I promise I won't bite," she husked, chuckling softly, "unless you ask me nicely."
Quinn couldn't hold back the quiet whimper that escaped her throat at Santana's words. It was all she could do to keep from pouncing on Santana then and there, tearing both of their clothes off and insisting that Santana show her exactly what she had in mind. Instead she brushed her lips lightly across her fiancée's, taking her empty plate and unfurling her legs to stand up, stretching out the kinks in her spine, and smoothing out the creases in her short sundress. Santana's eyes darkened with undisguised lust as they swept over Quinn's exposed legs and up over her torso, sweeping over the cotton covered curve of her breast before finally meeting her gaze and holding it. Quinn watched as Santana's tongue darted out from between full lips, subconsciously wetting them, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the effect she had on the brunette.
"Are you coming?" she asked with as much innocence as she could muster, toying with the spaghetti strap on her dress as she swayed her hips deliberately. She turned on her heel before Santana could respond so she heard rather than saw her reaction – a low groan of desire coming from the direction of her fiancée. She grinned to herself as she sashayed her way back towards the house, confident that Santana wouldn't be far behind her.
She was right. Hungry, demanding lips attacked her neck and shoulder as Santana's arms snaked around her from behind, one wrapping around her waist whilst the other palmed her breast possessively and caused her to arch into the touch. Together, they stumbled into the kitchen and Quinn set the dishes on the counter before wriggling around in Santana's arms, tangling her fingers into dark, silky locks as she tugged the brunette close and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Lips parted and tongues met, stroking languidly as the girls lost themselves in the moment. Santana's hand trailed back up Quinn's side to fondle her breast once more, squeezing the mound gently, and groaning into Quinn's open mouth as she felt Quinn's physical reaction to the caress, her nipple instantly hardening even through the fabric of her dress.
When they finally broke for air both girls were breathing hard, their hair mussed and their clothing rumpled.
"Bed?" asked Santana, her breathy voice almost a plea. Quinn nodded wordlessly, tugging at Santana's hand and almost dragging her up the stairs in a sudden, lust-filled haze. Any thoughts of leaving the house that day had fled her mind the second Santana's warm, wet tongue had filled her mouth.
Once they were safely ensconced in the sanctuary of Quinn's room, Quinn made short work of divesting Santana of her shorts and tank top, leaving her clad in only a pair of black bikini briefs.
"Beautiful," she murmured as she cast her eyes over Santana's newly exposed body, urging her backwards until they tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Santana was fighting to rid Quinn of her dress but, for now, Quinn had other ideas. She straddled Santana's thighs, grasping the brunette's hands as they pulled urgently at the hem of her dress and intertwining their fingers. "I love you," she said softly, a gentle smile playing at her lips.
Santana beamed at her, relaxing against the pillows as she looked up at her contentedly. "Right back at you, Q," she husked, a low chuckle escaping her throat. "But you're a little over dressed, don't you think?"
Quinn smirked. "Maybe," she agreed enigmatically. "I think I should probably change out of this." She plucked at her dress before leaning over Santana to brush her lips lightly across her fiancée's. As Santana tried to arch up into the kiss Quinn pulled away, maddening the brunette who pouted at her and frowned. "Patience," teased Quinn, ghosting her fingertips over Santana's exposed torso, drawing circles across her breasts before trailing down her sternum and dipping into her navel.
"You're one to talk," harrumphed Santana gruffly. "I'm not the one who has trouble following instruction and keeping her hands to herself."
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle. "You have a point," she acquiesced, "and maybe later you'll get to do something about that, but right now it's my turn and I'm in charge." Santana's eyes widened and her breathing hitched at Quinn's words. Usually in these situations Santana was in control, and both of them loved it that way. In every other element of her life, Quinn would freely admit to being a control freak, but in bed she normally let Santana take the reins. It was a sign of how much she trusted her fiancée that she could completely give herself over to Santana's will. It wasn't often that the tables were turned like this and both girls were visibly aroused - pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, breathing erratically. "Wait here," Quinn commanded, bending her head to graze her teeth lightly against Santana's neck, delighting in the gasp her actions elicited.
Slowly, deliberately, she climbed off the brunette and strode into the bathroom, well aware of Santana's eyes following every sway of her hips. She'd left the box containing her cheerleading uniform on top of the laundry basket and she eased off the lid, tugging out the red, white, and black outfit and shaking it out. It had been neatly pressed and folded and was still in immaculate condition after three and a half years in storage. She dressed quickly, the uniform still fitting her like a glove. She had a quick internal debate about the red Spanx versus her current lacy white underwear but decided that if she was going to do this she should probably go the whole hog. She left her hair loose, cascading down her back in silky blonde ripples rather than teasing it back into her usual Cheerios high ponytail.
Once fully dressed, she studied her reflection critically in the mirror. Thanks to regular jogging excursions, her body was still supple and toned. Her breasts were perhaps a little fuller than they had been in high school and her hips were definitely slightly rounder but neither of those things were a cause for concern. Quinn was confident that Santana adored her curves, she certainly spent enough time worshipping them when they were naked together. She felt a little silly in the uniform, but she had to admit she looked good. She was glowing in a way she never had in high school, because now she was happy and content and back then she'd been miserable, terrified, and mired so deeply in denial that she could barely recognize the girl she'd once been.
Taking a deep breath and pushing aside the urge to giggle, Quinn opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom. Santana's eyes widened as she took in Quinn's ensemble, then her face split into a wide grin.
"Oh my God, Q," she muttered breathlessly, her eyes traveling the length of Quinn's body as she hummed appreciatively. "Look at you. God, the fantasies I used to have about you in that uniform..." She trailed off and bit down hard on her lower lip.
"Tell me about them?" Quinn commanded, using her best HBIC voice, arousal flooding through her as she watched Santana visibly melt at her tone. The brunette knelt on Quinn's bed and beckoned to her to come closer.
"Well," Santana began thoughtfully, swallowing hard as Quinn began to sashay towards her. "There was the one where you bent over in that sinfully short skirt because you knew I was watching, or the one in the locker room when you were teasing me by stripping it off slowly, but my favorite one-" She paused as her voice trembled and Quinn almost let out a whimper. "My favorite one was when you decided to punish me for being late to practice," she admitted, her cheeks coloring as her chest rose and fell raggedly.
"How did I punish you?" Quinn husked curiously, taking a final couple of steps forward and stopping at the foot of the bed. Santana was just inches away and Quinn longed to close the distance between them, drag Santana into her arms, and make love to her until the brunette screamed out her name. It was all she could do to hold back.
Santana's eyes were even darker than usual as she reached out to trail a single finger over the lettering emblazoned across Quinn's chest. "In my fantasy," she said softly, "you had figured out I was attracted to you, and you knew I'd do anything for you so you asked me to take off my clothes and touch myself while you watched." Quinn couldn't keep the whimper from escaping her lips at Santana's words. She didn't think she'd ever told her fiancée but she'd had the same fantasy as a teenager.
"That doesn't sound much like a punishment," she mused, surprised by the sound of her voice - it was lower than usual and dripping with sex.
Santana grinned at the memory, and at the effect her words were having on Quinn. "Well, you see, you'd watch me touch myself and you'd give me instructions about exactly what you wanted me to do," she explained softly, with just the merest hint of embarrassment. "You'd be telling me that I was a bad girl and that if I wanted to stay on the squad I'd have to follow your orders to the letter from now on, but then, at a rather, um, crucial moment, you'd order me to stop." A visible shudder of desire washed over her as she recalled her fantasy. "Over and over again, you'd take me to the brink and then you'd tell me to stop until I was begging you to let me come."
Quinn felt her own arousal flood through her in waves as she pictured the scenario Santana was describing. She wanted to bring her fiancée's fantasies to life but she honestly didn't know if she'd have the willpower to carry it off. Her uniform already felt hot and restrictive as her body reacted physically to Santana's words.
"But you see, the thing is," Santana continued, now grazing her fingers over the hem of Quinn's skirt, "as much as head cheerleader Quinn used to turn me on, what I really wanted was to be the one who came out on top, just for once. So, there we'd be, and I'd be squirming and begging you to let me come, and you'd be smirking and raising your eyebrow - 'cause, God, Q, you can do that sooo much better than anyone else on the planet - and all of a sudden, I'd stop begging and I'd stop touching and instead I'd kiss you," she brushed her lips over Quinn's with a featherlight touch, "just like that, and I'd tell you I knew that you wanted me."
Quinn nodded, unable to speak as Santana trailed tiny kisses from her lips to her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her left ear.
"And you'd be powerless to stop me," explained Santana. "You'd admit that I was right and you'd confess that you couldn't stop thinking about me, and I'd tell you to prove it."
Quinn felt her knees tremble, as her desire pooled low and hot in her belly. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with unfulfilled desire. "And how would I prove something like that?" she asked shakily.
Santana chuckled. "Well, first I'd tell you to take off your top," she said with a grin. "And I'd watch your fingers shake as you fumble with that hidden zipper on the side until you'd just give up and tear it off over your head."
"Like this?" Quinn swiftly pulled off her fitted top, tossing it behind them onto the bed.
Santana groaned at the sight of Quinn's bra-clad breasts, her nipples already hardened beneath the layer of white lace. "Exactly like that," she confirmed. "Then, I'd tell you to take off your skirt and watch you shimmy out of it, and I'd imagine that your thighs would be pale and perfect, and I'd wonder how they'd feel against my cheeks if I had my head buried between them." This time Quinn couldn't hold back her whimper and her knees threatened to give way. Santana reached out and grabbed her hips to steady her before tugging at the zipper on her skirt and watching it puddle at her feet with a soft swish. "Take off your bra," she instructed quietly, her eyes fixed on Quinn's.
"Is this still part of your fantasy?" teased Quinn as she acquiesced eagerly, quickly ridding herself of the offending item of clothing and grinning as Santana couldn't stop her eyes from flickering down over her newly exposed chest.
"Always," confirmed Santana, smiling softly. "You see, Q, the only thing that turns me on more than the thought of being at your mercy is the thought of you being totally, helplessly, at mine." She paused and ran her fingers lightly over the waistband of Quinn's Spanx. The evidence of Quinn's arousal was obvious in the dark patch showing through the red Lycra at the apex of her thighs. "Do you want me, Q?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes." Quinn gave a fervent nod and Santana grinned.
"How much?" she asked softly.
"So much," Quinn admitted breathlessly.
"Tell me," instructed Santana urgently, her lips inches from Quinn's. Quinn could feel her warm breath ghosting over her lips.
"I want you," begged Quinn, desperation evident in her pleading tone. "Please, Santana, I need you."
In an instant, Santana was in her arms, kissing her with fervour as her hands snaked around to cup Quinn's rear and tug her demandingly against the brunette. Quinn's right hand was kneading Santana's breast as her left tangled in her fiancée's hair to hold her in place. Together, they fell back onto the mattress, each pushing their underwear down over the thighs in their pressing desire to be naked. Santana pushed a toned, tanned thigh between Quinn's legs, and Quinn was so turned on by now that the simple action caused her to slam her eyes shut and cry out. She could feel Santana's own arousal, hot and wet against her thigh, and she pressed against the warmth to see what kind of response she could elicit from her fiancée.
She wasn't disappointed. "Fuck, Q," hissed Santana, swallowing a moan as Quinn began to rock her hips slowly against her. Santana met her thrust for thrust, their gasps and cries intermingling as they each sought to push the other over the edge. Santana lifted Quinn's left leg as she continued to straddle her right, and with no preamble, she pushed two fingers into her, beginning rhythmic strokes that soon had Quinn panting and mumbling incoherently beneath her.
Not to be outdone, Quinn snaked her hand between their bodies, slick with perspiration, and soon found her prize in the bundle of nerves at Santana's center, rubbing hard, tight circles until Santana was writhing and gasping, kissing every part of Quinn she could reach in between muttered pleas and curses.
"Oh God, Q, don't stop," she begged as Quinn teased her closer and closer towards orgasm. Their hips continued to move of their own volition, both of them seeking release. With one last thrust of Santana's fingers inside her, Quinn came apart with a broken cry, bringing Santana tumbling down moments after her as she screamed Quinn's name over and over.
Afterwards, they lay sweaty, breathless, and sated in each other's arms, neither one of them able to speak and break the spell for several long minutes. As usual, it was Santana who finally vocalized her feelings first.
"That was... wow," she panted finally and Quinn giggled.
"I know," she agreed, snuggling into Santana's side happily. "We're pretty good at that."
"We're exceedingly good at that," Santana corrected, toying with a strand of silky blonde hair that had fallen across Quinn's eyes. "I've missed this," she said, almost as an afterthought, her voice tinged with sadness.
"Me too," admitted Quinn. "But things will settle down soon. Beth will be starting school in a couple of months, and her nightmares won't last forever. We just need to be patient. Don't give up on us, San." She surprised herself with the anxiety in her voice and she seemed to have surprised the brunette as well because Santana lifted her head and gazed into her eyes, a serious expression marring her perfect features.
"Never," she promised fervently. "I love you and I intend to be by your side for the rest of our lives. I'm going to marry you and I'm going to grow old with you and nothing, nothing, could ever change that." Unshed tears shone in her dark eyes as she kissed Quinn softly.
"I love you too," Quinn murmured into her open mouth. She couldn't help but picture their future together as Santana re-awoke her body with featherlight caresses and tender kisses. Their lives had changed so much over the past year, and Quinn had no doubt that there were more changes to come, but she was equally sure that whatever they faced they'd be meeting the challenges together.