Hello My Friends,
It has been a minute and with this being July I thought we could use some fluff...
A little something, to maybe carry us through...
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"San" Quinn softly moans, fueling Santana as she slowly moves her lips across the girl's neck.. The blonde's hands begin to wander under the girl's tee shirt and as Santana's slowly unbutton the blondes pants
"Hey Guys" Rachel calls, tossing her keys in the bowl. Quinn pushes Santana back but doesn't realize how close to the edge of the couch the girl was, sending the brunette hurling backwards.
"Oh my god!" Rachel yells running into the living room "Are you okay Santana? What happened?" Santana ays there a minute more both trying to recover from the fall and the heated make out session "I'm fine, I'm fine" She husks out as Rachel helps the girl up
"You do know there's another couch, I don't know why you two insist on always trying to fit on the love seat. And what's wrong with your pants?"
A smirk appears on the girl's lips "Now that you mention it we actually do fit quite comfy, if I position Quinn's leg just…"
"STOP" Quinn warns putting her hand up, knowing exactly how Santana would finish that sentence.
"Well" Santana says, locking eyes with Quinn "I'm gonna go shower, I'm all...dirty"
"Fuck" Quinn whispers, visibly gulping as Santana walks away, making sure to put an extra sway in her hips.
Bitch
"Quinn?" Rachel calls, before Quinn can follow.
"Yes?"
"I asked if you're staying for dinner?"
Quinn nods, heading into the kitchen "Sure, if you have enough?"
Rachel smiles, handing the girl some veggies to chop.
A few minutes later as Quinn feels her back begin to spasm, both from standing so long and also from her friend's crappy couch.
"Is it your back?" Rachel asks as Quinn nods.
The two stand a few minutes more before Quinn feels a pair of hands massaging her lower back, as much as she wants to back away she wants to stay. The knife now dangles loosely in her hand as she allows her head to fall to the side. A small moan escaped her lips and immediately she gathered her composure looking around.
"Relax" Santana husks gently in her ear "She's in her room" The girl's hands firmly grip onto Quinn's hips as she gently guides her out of the kitchen "Come on".
Quinn can only nod as she's led back to Santana's room. Santana slowly closes the curtain before guiding Quinn onto her stomach, carefully sliding the girl's shirt off before reaching towards the nightstand.
Quinn's eyes close on contact as Santana applies the warming cream to her lower back almost exactly where the knot is. Santana continues to smooth out the soreness and within almost seconds, Quinn lets out a small snore causing the girl to laugh. Once Quinn is fully asleep, Santana tucks the stray baby blonde hairs behind the girl's ear.
She sits back against the headboard, watching Quinn sleep, thinking back to when it all began. The two had started this secret affair almost a year ago. Both single and drunk in a bar, complaining about how toxic the dating scene in New York was. Remembering the chemistry from a certain failed wedding night was when they both decided to start something small, easy, no mess and definitely no strings.
But what started out as quickies in the club bathrooms and rushed secret lunch breaks quickly turned into romantic weekend getaways and the rushed sexcapades had slowed down, it almost felt like they were making…..
No, Santana thought, shaking her head, it couldn't be. Could it? She had only loved one blonde in her life and look how that turned out. How could she be so cliche to fall for not one but two of her best friends. No, it wasn't love. She was just lonely and reading way too much into Quinn's confession. No. No. It wasn't love, it was an agreement, nothing more.
Santana laughs reminding herself that she is Santana fucking Lopez. And Santana Lopez does not do whipped nor does she do love.
"Tana?" Quinn quietly mumbles "I'm cold"
With a pep in her step Santana apologizes before rushing to cover the girl, placing a kiss on her cheek "I love you" escapes Quinn's lips causing Santana to freeze in place.
Fuck. She mumbles to herself, maybe she didn't mean it like that? Right?