White. White everywhere.
Santana stepped into the room where they would be having their wedding reception in about 3 hours time, all she saw was shades of white.
White table cloths, white flowers, white chairs.
Despite looking at all the shades of white surrounding the room, that will soon hold all of their closest family and friends, she knew that her favourite shade of white would be worn by her gorgeous blonde, that would soon be her wife.
She was currently checking the venue for the reception and ensuring that any last minute tweaks were made. She wanted everything to be perfect for when Quinn got here, she would hopefully stop anything that could ruin her future wife's day, before it caused any kind of meltdown.
Santana and Blaine had taken it upon themselves to speak with the manager of the reception and check everything was ready at the church, where they would be wed, so that Quinn didn't need to worry about anything on the day, she could just focus on getting herself ready and becoming the most beautiful bride the world had ever seen.
"It looks good Sis. How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, as he slung his arm around his sisters shoulder.
Santana had asked Blaine to be her Man of Honour, along with her maid of honour, Alex. Even after all of these years, Santana and Blaine were still as close as ever and she couldn't imagine not having him by her side on her big day.
"All around I feel good B. You know, in a couple of hours, I'm going to be married. Lucy Quinn Fabray will be my wife. Lucy. Lucy, who I've been in love with since I was 7 years old. I mean, how often does that happen to people, you know?" She asked rhetorically, whilst turning slightly to look at her brother.
"It doesn't happen often S. You know that. But I believe nothing in this world is destined to be more than you two." He smiled.
Santana, slightly emotional already, pulled Blaine in for a tight hug. "Thank you for being here. Thank you for everything you've done for me and her over the years. I couldn't do this without you." She whispered tearily.
"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else. I love you."
"I love you too."
They held their hug for a couple seconds longer before pulling away (and both discreetly wiping their eyes).
"Right, let's start getting you ready. You don't want to be looking a slouch next to that drop-dead gorgeous bride of yours, do you?" Blaine joked before directing them both out of the room.
"B, I always look a slouch next to her. She's just that beautiful."
"My god, you are still completely love-struck." He laughed. "What happened to my stone cold, bad ass sister?"
"I must have grew a heart." She jested, which made them both chuckle.
They walked towards the exit of the venue so that they could jump in a cab and go back to Mari's apartment, as that's where San, Alex and the boys were getting ready, whilst Quinn is still in the loft.
Once they had hailed a cab and jumped in, Blaine turned back to Santana. "So, are you nervous?"
"About getting married? No. I love her with everything I am, I think we're ready for this." She stated confidently.
"I'm glad to know you want to marry Quinn, but I wasn't on about that. I'm talking about the surprise that you've released on your future bride." He explained, quirking his eyebrow slightly.
"You know I am. I'm just hoping she'll still be my bride when it gets there." Santana huffed before letting her head drop back onto the dirty headrest and gazed out of the cab window, watching New York City pass her by.
"Oh Mija, you look absolutely gorgeous." Mari cooed as she looked over at Quinn in awe. "The best thing my daughter ever did was put that ring on your finger." She exclaimed, to which everyone else in the room laughed.
Quinn was currently getting ready at the loft. She had got Mari, Kurt, Cedes, Elaina and Helen all fussing over her and making last minute titivations, as they were due to leave for the chapel in around 15 minutes.
Mari had wiped her eyes for around the 10th time since she saw Quinn in her Bridal dress, the emotions of the day finally catching up with her. She'd watched her daughter fawn over the blonde in front of her for 15 years, and today she finally gets to witness their marriage.
"So Quinn, are you nervous?" Elaina asked.
"I mean, a little. I hope everything goes to plan and that everything we've worked so hard on happens as it's supposed to, but honestly, I just hope that she's waiting for me when we get there." Quinn explained with a dazed look.
"Baby girl, don't even think along them lines. You know for a fact our soldier is going to be waiting for you." Mercedes offered, causing a small grin to cross the brides face.
"You know she's right Quinn. That girl would follow you to the end of the world, she'll always be waiting for you." Kurt chirped.
Before anyone else spoke, Helen appeared from the kitchen. "How about a glass of champagne to settle the nerves?" She announced with a tray full of glasses of bubbles.
Once again, Quinn needed to act fast with an excuse.
"None for me, thank you. I have so many butterflies at the moment I don't think my stomach will settle with anything."
She mentally patted herself on the back for her quick thinking.
The remainder of the group made a quick cheers and started swigging on their champagne.
The photographer they had hired for the day, happily, snapping candid photos of the group together before ceremony.
Just as everyone started gathering their things to leave for the church there was a timid knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Announced Mari, as she was closest. The older Latina swiftly exited the room to see who was on the other side of the door.
"Right my sweets, is everyone ready to get this show on the road?" Kurt rhetorically asked to the remaining girls.
They all made girlish squeals before creating a formation around Quinn so that the train of her dress could be lifted without getting dirty before arriving at the ceremony.
Yet before anyone could move, Mari re-entered the room. She moved in front of the blonde, before stepping to the side and revealing the mystery knocker.
Quinn's face went pale as she registered the ghost approximately 2 metres away from her. Everyone stood in silence, trying to figure out who the girl was.
"Happy wedding day little sis."
"Frannie?"
From then it was all just a blur for the girls. Arriving at the chapel. Santana standing and waiting. Quinn walking down the aisle, given away by Maribel. Santana wiping her tears. Frannie sitting front row. Reciting their own written vows. Exchanging of rings. Their first married kiss. The first announcement of the new Mrs. & Mrs. Lopez.
The newly weds were in the back of a rented limo being driven to the location of the reception, snuggled together, sharing mouse kisses, ensuring not to ruin Quinn's perfect make up, wrapped in their own bubble. But Santana just couldn't hold it in any longer.
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Mad at you? Of course not Tana. I just married you."
"So.. you're not mad about Frannie?"
Quinn shifted slightly and cupped Santana's cheek, gently brushing her thumb over the soft skin, staring deep into chocolate orbs.
"Oh baby. Of course I aren't mad at you. You brought my sister back to me. On the most important day of my life. How could I ever be mad at you for that?" She soothed.
Santana instantly felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she suddenly felt like she could breathe for the first time today.
"I've been so worried."
"Santana I love you so much. Thank you for this. Thank you for bringing her back into my life. And we will talk about the where and the when and the why another time. Today, that's about you and me and nothing will spoil that. We just got married and that is all that's on my mind. That, and our little bug." She soothed and ran her hand over her belly.
"I love you so much Mrs. Lopez." They both grinned at this before leaning in for a soft kiss.
As they pulled apart, the driver announced that they had arrived.
Santana stepped out first and then helped Quinn out, whilst their guests stood in two lines, forming a path, ready to throw rose petals over the two.
They waved and smiled at everyone as it happened and they were whisked away by the photographer as they reached the end. Meanwhile, the guests all started to make their way inside.
The meals passed quickly and so did the speeches and soon it was time for the real party to begin. The dance floor was slowly filling and the guests were getting drunker.
Santana and Quinn had been separated for a while as they were both mingling and thanking people for attending, however, they were seek each others eyes out every now and then, and Santana would always wink at her better half, always causing a wide grin to spread across Quinn's face.
When they had finally made their rounds, they rejoined just outside of the doors to the room holding the party, ready for the announcement.
Hands clasped together, they were looking deeply at one another, sharing a moment of clarity and peacefulness on their special day.
"And now, it's my pleasure to present to you for the first time, Mrs. & Mrs. Lopez."
The two of them walked into the room filled with noise and applause, all smiles and waves. They walked straight into the centre of the dance floor as the track for their first dance began.
Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Quinn's head was pressed to Santana's chest, with an arm around her waist, the other gently clasped into a tanned hand, as they rhythmically swayed to one of Santana's favourite songs.
"Is it everything you wished for pretty girl?" Santana whispered into her wife's hair, causing Quinn to lift her head to make eye contact.
"Lovebug, this is everything I ever dreamed and more. It's perfect."
"It's everything that you deserve. I would give you the world if I could."
"I know you would. I know you would do anything for me and our baby Tana."
They both were wearing ecstatic grins, it happened every time their baby was mentioned and they were both ready to start telling people. But not today. Today was about them.
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you, baby
If I ain't got you, baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah
Quinn rested her head back on Santana's chest and the Latina gently sang into her ear, every word dripping with truth. That is why she picked this song after all.
Everyone danced the night away, Santana spent some time with Blaine, whilst Quinn danced with Maribel.
Frannie fluttered around and got to meet some of the most important people in Quinn's life, deciding that her sister really had surrounded herself with the best kinds of people. Something she definitely needed after her upbringing.
Before long, the night was winding down and people were retiring to their rooms booked at the venue or making their way home.
"So Mrs. Lopez, what do you say you and I go and have our own private celebration upstairs?" The Latina whispered to her bride from behind.
They were just seeing off the last of their guests when Santana had come up behind Quinn, wrapping her arms snugly around her waist.
"Well Mrs. Lopez, that sounds like the perfect end to a perfect day."
"I think so too, how about you go ahead and I'll get rid of the stragglers?" Santana suggested.
"Thank you baby." Quinn left a quick kiss on her cheek before running off towards their room.
Santana let out a deep breath before she looked back over the group of people. There was only Blaine, Alex, her Mami, Jesus, Frannie and a couple of friends left, her Mami being the surprise there, but she really seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Right everyone, you either go now or I am leaving you here. I have a wife that I need to tend to." She announced with a wink, causing a few chuckles and a gasp from her mother.
"Mija, I am your mother, I do not need to hear them things. I am sure poor Frannie doesn't want to either, that is her little sister."
"Oh Mami, I am sure you're more than aware that it is perfectly normal to consummate a marriage on your wedding night, as is Frannie." She retorted, causing a few more giggles from her friends and Jesus.
"You are right. I just don't need the confirmation. However, we can sort ourselves out. You just go and focus on your wife, and I wouldn't mind a grand-baby either." Maribel wittily replied.
Santana blushed (even though she swears Latina's don't blush) and left the remainder with a good night, heading to their room.
Oh Mami, if only you knew.
When Santana entered the room, Quinn was nowhere in sight. But the room had the lights dimmed and there were rose petals spread across the bed. Something that she assumed the hotel had done as a surprise for them.
She sat on the edge of the bed and started to untie her shoes when she heard the lock from the bathroom door click and the sound of the handle being used. Quickly finishing taking off her second shoe, she then looked up to be met with pure perfection.
Quinn was standing against the door frame of the bathroom, still in her wedding dress, but with her hair free flowing now, instead of the tight up-do she had had for the ceremony.
Santana slowly pulled herself together and held her hand out whilst approaching her wife. Quinn gently clasped their hands and Santana led her to the centre of the room and slowly manoeuvred herself behind Quinn, her hands gently perched on the blondes waist, her chin resting on her shoulder.
"I don't know if I've told you this today but my god Quinn, you look so perfect. I knew you were going to be the most beautiful bride this world would ever see but you took my breath away." Santana gently whispers, whilst beginning to slowly slip the zipper of Quinn's dress down.
"Nobody in that room could take their eyes off of you and that made me feel so good. To know that you are mine. Forever now." She continued, whilst placing feather light kisses to the blondes neck, just behind her ear. Then slowly, her lips followed the zipper, kissing every piece of skin that was becoming exposed.
Quinn's breath hitched in her throat, Santana knew exactly what to say and exactly where to place her pouty lips in order for her to be putty, in her now wife's, hands. Her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the attention her Latina was giving her.
Everyone always goes on about how your wedding will be the best day of your lives but what everyone fails to mention, is that, realistically you don't get to spend a lot of time with your new spouse. You're both so distracted with greeting people and catching up with people and making sure the final touches are ready for the next part or dancing with your friends. There just isn't a lot of time for eachother. So actually, it turns out, Quinn has missed Santana's attention today and this, right now, it feels amazing to have her.
She knows she has Santana completely 100% right now. No distractions, no excuses, no interruptions.
After the dress was slid from Quinn's shoulders and pooled at her feet, Santana gazed at her perfect backside, that was only accompanied by the smallest thong Santana had ever seen, until Quinn turned to reveal that she had been wearing a white Basque beneath her dress, with the garters to match her.
Santana could only stare and drool, causing heat to rise within Quinn. She always loved the look in Santana's eyes when she wore something sexy. She could just tell that she was desired and that's one of the greatest feelings to boost her confidence.
"Are you lost for words lovebug?" She husked, and watched as her other half just slowly nodded her head. "But you had so much to say before?"
She gently lifted Santana's chin to remove her fixated gaze from her breasts, which were supported wonderfully by her lingerie.
"You looked so good in your uniform today baby. Seeing you, all handsome, waiting for me at the end of the aisle, it's a miracle I didn't jump you then. But then all day, with the lingering gazes, the eye-contact, the winking, the dancing closely, god. I have never needed you more than I do tonight." She expressed.
Whilst she was speaking, she had began to unbutton Santana's dress jacket and slid it away from her body, strewn in god knows what direction. This is when Santana had managed to snap out of her trance and come back into the present moment.
Neither of them wanting to rush, Santana had lent forward to softly connect their lips, whilst starting to unbutton her own shirt, Quinn removing her tie.
No words were shared whilst they lovingly de-clothed Santana until she was standing infront of Quinn in her white bra and boxers. Much to Quinn's delight, Santana had forgone her usual sports bra and was wearing a lacy white bra, which Quinn knew was completely uncomfortable for her wife and appreciated it greatly. Especially considering she loved her wife's breasts.
The blonde pushed Santana backwards gently until she was sitting on the edge of the bed and then eagerly straddled her, snugly trapping her hips with her deliciously thick thighs, meanwhile connecting their lips.
Santana's hands instinctively went to Quinn's ass and caressed it lovingly, Quinn not at all surprised that that's where her lovers hands went first, not understanding the fascination but appreciative of the way Santana always handles her.
After a while of mostly innocent touching and slow kisses, Santana decided to move the night along, standing up with Quinn in her arms to be able to move them to the top of the bed, delicately laying Quinn on her back and crawling on top of her.
The blonde spread her legs widely allowing her Latina to settle comfortably between them, meanwhile ensuring to keep their lips connected.
Santana broke to kiss to trail her lips from Quinn's lips, to her ear, to her jaw, down her neck and to the lovely mounds that were overflowing their supports at this angle. She sucked and gently nipped at the exposed parts before she gradually manoeuvred herself south, lazily dragging her hands over her lovers defined curves.
When she arrived at the tops of Quinn's thighs where her garters lay, she looked up and ensured they had strong eye contact before dragging her teeth down the delicious pale skin of the woman before her.
Quinn's breath laboured as she watched Santana seductively remove the item of the clothing from around her legs. She wasn't sure how much longer of the tantalisingly slow pace she could ensure before she spontaneously combusts, but at the same time, nothing made her feel sexier and let's face it, hornier, than Santana worshipping every part of her. And they were in no hurry tonight.
Once the garters were removed, Santana worked her way through Quinn's remaining lingerie, which was definitely not made to remove in a hurry. There was so many different clasps and buttons to contend with, but with an impressive amount of grace, she finally managed to remove it all, without ruining the moment and killing the mood.
Quinn naked will always be one of the most enchanting sights for Santana. The woman is perfect from head to toe. She is beautifully toned and curvy. And even though she has gained a few pounds since high school, Santana genuinely believes that Quinn is even sexier now.
The blonde blushes heavily under the scrutiny of her lovers gaze, so she runs her hand between their bodies and beneath the band of Santana's boxers, gently surrounding a semi-erect cock in her hand. This seems to bring Santana back to reality and she manoeuvres herself over Quinn so that she can lock their lips.
Quinn continues to tug on Lil Q, loving the way that it pulses and throbs under her touch. Her hand feels so tiny in proportion to the appendage and it only makes her own arousal stronger. Whilst continuing her ministrations, and keeping her wife's tongue preoccupied with her own, she runs her free hand up Santana's back and unleashes her bra clasp.
The Latina lifts each arm allowing the item to drop between them and discarding it without even looking or disconnecting their mouths. Finally, the only material separating their naked bodies now is the boxer shorts which Quinn still has her hand inside, working her penis to full length.
"Q, if you aren't careful, my first orgasm as a married couple is going to be in your hand." Santana whispers, finally breaking their lips in order to regain some breath.
Quinn giggles as she brings her free hand to cup her lovers cheek and strokes it lovingly with her thumb. "Would that be so bad?"
"Yes. Yes it would. Tonight is all about my gorgeous bride." Their words are still soft and hushed, Santana leans their noses even closer and initiates Eskimo kisses.
"It's all about us baby, me and you." She replies pushing her upper body up and in turn, forcing Santana backwards onto her heels. Slowly, she retracts her hand from the, now very erect, penis tenting her wife's underwear and gently pulls at the waistband.
Santana quickly catches on and lifts herself so that the final item of clothing can finally be removed and they are both naked.
Quinn reattaches her hand to Lil Q and continues to masterfully pump her hand up and down, swiping her thumb over the head, spreading the precum. She watches intensely, the sight of it causing butterflies in her belly, her clit is throbbing and Santana can smell her arousal.
She initiates for Quinn to lie back down and hovers her body back in its previous position. She rests one hand beside Quinn's head and snakes the other hand between their bodies, locating her lovers clit. Santana is immediately shocked to feel how wet her wife is, but at the same time, she's pretty sure she's been semi hard all day, watching her gorgeous better half strut around in that dress.
They both gasp and pant whilst maintaining strong eye contact, their eyes connected but no words spoken between them.
Once they are both satisfied with the other being ready, it is almost simultaneously they stop their ministrations. Quinn gives a small nod and Santana removes her hand from her lovers slick folds and plants it the other side of Quinn's head. Quinn keeps ahold of her dick and slowly bumps the head to her clit.
Santana keens as Quinn automatically juts her hips forward.
With Santana being away as often as she is, Quinn has had to teach herself the best ways to pleasure herself when she's desperately needing release. She doesn't do it often but she's only human, right? So these are the kind of things she pictures, Santana's huge appendage teasing her, stretching her, pleasuring her. But nothing compares to this, she might be on the bottom, but she knows Santana is allowing her complete control, this is proven by the way she knows Santana is dying to be buried inside her but instead is allowing Quinn to tease them both.
But alas, she finally has enough of her own teasing, even though it felt so good. She rubs the length of Lil Q through her slit a couple of times to ensure it's fully lubricated (although she's sure she's wet enough to glide straight through now) and places the head at her entrance.
She places her hands on Santana's abs to stop her from ploughing straight in as she just wants them to share one more moment before they start (because she knows once they start, they won't stop).
"Are you happy baby love? Was it everything you dreamed it would be?" The Latina husked, trying with all her might to keep her hips still, knowing full well that Quinn just needed one more moment.
"It was perfect Tana. Everything I could ever have hoped it would be and more. I am so happy. So happy to finally be your wife, to finally be Mrs. Lopez. There's just one thing missing." She muttered, cupping tanned cheeks, rubbing their noses together. She slowly lifts one leg and wraps it tightly around Santana's, their limbs fusing together, their bodies moulding.
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"I need for my wife to make love to me."
That's all the permission Santana needs as she finally pushes her hips forward. Quinn's walls gradually stretching to accommodate the welcomed intrusion.
Shes not sure whether it's the pain, pleasure or both but it takes her breath away as Santana continues to slowly bury herself.
Once she's finally buried to the hilt, they both let out a long groan, both relieved to be this close again.
Santana can feel Quinn's walls fluttering and pulsating around her, tightening and pulling her in. Quinn can feel every inch of Santana throbbing and can already feel precum filling her.
"My god Quinn, I have never needed to be inside you so much as I have today. You have honestly taken my breath away every time I've looked at you. You really are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. Right now, with your beautifully flushed cheeks, you look so sexy."
Quinn regains her breath before she replies, "You've looked so sexy too babe. It's been so hard to keep my hands to myself. But I don't have to now. Love me baby. Please?"
Santana grabbed Quinn's hands from her cheeks and intertwined their fingers, then placed them next to her head. Once she was happy with their positioning, she unhurriedly retracted her hips before guiding them forwards again.
The girls share soft confessions of love and sweet lingering kisses between moans and groans of pleasure as they gently and languidly make passionate love on their wedding night.
They go for hours, never ever rushing and no speed quicker than the beginning, every touch, every stroke, every kiss is gentle and none of them need more.
This right now is more than enough.
AN: Hi guys. Believe me when I say I am so sorry for the delay. Honestly, I have completely lost sight of this story, I have no idea where and how I want it to go and I am ashamed of how long it's taken me to right this chapter.
I've definitely had a lot going on lately with an ill grandparent and I had to go in for emergency surgery so there's a long recovery process.
But I'm hoping that I can finally write some more of this, providing there are still some of you out there wanting to read it.
Any thoughts you have are appreciated so don't forget to let me know.
Happy Halloween x