"Quinn…" Santana called, "How many times should I have to tell you something?"
"Once," Quinn said turning to look at Santana. Since they had worked out their list, Santana had told the other two that they should do the same alone, and that her and Quinn would eat back in their bedroom. Quinn didn't know why she couldn't be out with them.
"What happens when I have to ask you to do something more than once now?" Santana pressed, setting aside her plate.
"I get a spanking…" Quinn said, walking closer to their bed.
"Do you want a spanking?" San asked.
"No Ma'am." Quinn told her, sitting next to her girlfriend on the bed.
"Am I going to have to ask you to get away from that door again then?" San asked.
"No Ma'am." Quinn picked up her empty plate and modeled it. "Look I finished my dinner!"
Santana smirked at the girl, "Such a good girl." She pulled Quinn in. "They need to solve their own problems, baby."
"I would agree with you if they weren't so slow." Quinn said, snuggling close.
Santana laughed as she reached down and swatted Quinn. "That wasn't nice, baby."
"It was truthful though." Quinn told her.
"Maybe so. What do you want to do this weekend?" Santana asked, drawing slow circles on her girls back.
"Not wake up early and go to dance class tomorrow." Quinn said.
Santana's slow circles stopped for the briefest of moments before she resumed the relaxing movement. "If you have a reason outside of you not wanting to then I'm all ears."
"Why isn't I don't want to enough?" Quinn asked, trying to keep the whine from her voice.
"Because sometimes we do things for others, even if it is inconvenient for us." Santana told her. "Do you think I want to go watch someone hit on my girlfriend?"
"I don't know, maybe you've taken a queue from Rocky Horror and picked up voyeurism."
Santana snorted at that one; God, Quinn was always so damn quick. "I haven't. I assure you. In fact…"
Quinn yelped as Santana rolled so that she was sitting on Quinn's stomach and pinning her hands to the bed, leaning down to gently kiss her nose. She then gently bit it. "This body is mine. No one else's."
"Not even mine?" Quinn teased.
Santana sat up resting her hands on her legs, but still sitting on Quinn's stomach, "Hmmm…I guess it can be yours too."
Quinn rolled her eyes at that, "Always so generous."
"You know it." Santana laughed. She pushed Quinn's shirt up and kissed down the girls stomach. "It will kill me to watch her salivate over you, not that I can blame her, but I think that she really needs some good friends."
"Why do they have to be us?" Quinn asked.
"You've seen this girl, what, twice now? How do you know you don't like her?" Santana asked, frowning down at her girl.
"She is trouble with a capital T and I do not like anything or anyone that I think is going to make it easier to get into trouble." Quinn told her.
"You love Rachel," Santana shot back.
"That could not be more different, and you know it."
Santana pinned her again, "You don't think Rachel ever wanted to fuck you?"
Quinn wrinkled her nose at the harsh word that she wasn't used to Santana directing her way. "No." The shift was immediately apparent to Quinn and she didn't like it.
Santana nipped at the other's girl stomach, "I think she has had her moments."
"You're being rough…" Quinn said nervously. It was something that Santana had been known to do when she felt insecure, but it had been a while, and it was never Quinn's favorite. There was a line that San had crossed a few times early in their relationship with the roughness, but Quinn had been quick to make a break for it, and Santana had taken some time to get her head on straight. The anxiety that was welling up in her stomach was making her feel that way again though.
Santana pulled back, but there wasn't the concern Quinn expected to see there. "You're okay, right?"
Quinn's eyes searched Santana's trying to figure out what she needed right now, and how to reconcile both of their needs when she figured that out. "I'm not sure."
Santana leaned in close, and Quinn's wrist strained a little under the pressure. "You're okay."
"You are hurting my wrist." Quinn told her, trying to keep her voice neutral as alarm bells were screaming in her mind.
Santana immediately removed her hands from Quinn's wrists and held them in the air as if in surrender, but she still sat on top of Quinn, keeping her from moving, and her face still showed no concern. Alarm bells were ringing loudly in Quinn's mind. Santana leaned down again this time with her hands above Quinn's head, ad kissed her neck.
Quinn reached up and pushed slightly on San's shoulders, "Not really interested in this moment, S." That seemed to do it, because Santana was off of her in a second. She sat at Quinn's feet, and concern finally washed over her features. "Where did you go?"
Santana shook her head, "No where." She stood from the bed and bent down out of habit to kiss Quinn, but hesitated. Quinn had no problem lifting herself up to meet the kiss. "I'm going to go shower. Stay away from the door."
"Yes ma'am. I'm going to be right here." Quinn told her.
Santana nodded, grabbed her towel and some clothes and booked it out the door. Quinn waited for Santana to leave the room before she forced her body to relax. She didn't think that Santana would ever force anything, but she would be lying to say that she had been uncomfortable. Santana hadn't acted that way since Finn had been all over her their sophomore year. She laid in bed trying to feel weightless.
By the time Santana came back in Quinn was asleep. She tried to slip into bed and not wake Quinn, but of course her cuddle magnet had immediately sensed her. Quinn scooted closer to San and nuzzled into her side. Santana wrapped a protective arm around Quinn. "You awake?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Let me see your wrist." Santana ordered softly.
"I'm okay, S. My wrist are fine." Quinn said, keeping them under the blanket. She had checked them out and their was the faintest hint of a bruise on one and she knew that Santana would lose her shit if she saw it.
"Now, Quinn."
Quinn was fairly sure that San wouldn't spank her right now so she burrowed closer and shook her heard. "No, I'm tired. We have to be up early let's just go to sleep."
She heard San sigh, "Okay, but tomorrow I want to see."
"Yes Ma'am." Quinn fell back asleep quickly, but it took Santana a lot longer to drift off. She wasn't sure what the hell had gotten into her, but she knew that they would need to talk about it. After a couple hours of tossing and turning she too drifted off into sleep.