Apologies – I got a bit carried away. This chapter was supposed to move the plot on a bit but ended up being mostly smut! Thank you for the reviews as always, they make me want to keep writing.
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"Anything." The blonde spread her legs as wide as she could, making sure that Santana had a glimpse of her pink panties underneath her skirt. She wasn't sure why, but angry Santana made her feel more confident. She knew she had been out of line in the corridor earlier; she knew it was nothing but a harmless conversation, but she just couldn't help herself. She wanted the brunette all to herself.
Santana stalked nearer with hungry eyes. She stood up against the edge of the bed and looked down at the blonde, breathing heavily.
"Turn over."
Quinn did as she was told and rolled herself onto her stomach. Santana reached down and unzipped her Cheerios skirt, practically yanking it down her legs. She bit down on her bottom lip as she took in the matching pink underwear. She placed a hand onto Quinn's smooth thigh and stroked upwards, gently grasping her perfect ass, and squeezing through the soft material.
The blonde let out a delightful moan that made Santana's eyes roll back into her head. She watched as Quinn spread her arms out across the bed, gripping the sheets beneath her. She brushed her hand across and gave the other cheek a firm squeeze, eliciting the same reaction as before.
"You like that?" Santana husked. She was still mad at the Head Cheerio, but holy fuck was she hot. And almost naked. And making all sorts of delectable sounds. And handing herself to Santana on a plate. Again.
"Uhuh," Quinn whimpered as Santana continued to caress her skin.
Santana decided that she'd be utterlyfoolish not to continue with this. She was only human after all. She hooked her fingers into the edge of the blonde girl's panties and slid them down her toned legs, tossing them aside with the rest of her clothes. Her breath hitched as her eyes devoured Quinn's naked form. She patted the other girl's naked rear.
"Hands and knees. Let me get a good look at you." Santana's voice was low with arousal.
Quinn once again did as she was told and clambered onto all fours, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and glancing at the brunette.
"Like this?" she asked knowingly.
Santana grabbed her by the hips and tugged her backwards a few inches, so her toes were just hanging over the edge of the bed.
"Better," Her eyes trailed down and settled on the other girl's firm backside. She swallowed and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "Fuck." She muttered under her breath.
She ran her hand up Quinn's inner thigh and listened to the girl whimper again as her fingers dipped into wetness. Her fingers traced over the blonde's clit, working her up gradually.
"Yes." Quinn whispered, her head dropping forwards at the contact.
Santana licked her lips and gently got down onto her knees on the carpet. She gripped Quinn's bottom in her hands and spread her cheeks apart, placing a wet open-mouthed kiss against the blonde's centre. She built the blonde girl up slowly, starting with little kitten licks, working up to long swipes of her tongue. She had only done this a few times before and she was desperate to see what she tasted like.
Quinn threw her head back and let out an ungodly moan. Nobody had ever done this to her before and it felt wonderful.
Similarly, Santana had never gone down on a girl in this position before and God was it fantastic. It gave her a good angle to push her tongue into the blonde's tight entrance experimentally. When she thought Quinn was ready for it, she gently started to suck on the girl's clit which produced the most delicious sounds from the Head Cheerio.
"Sa-Santana-oh God-please." Quinn found herself rocking back and forth against the brunette's mouth, trying to gain more friction.
The brunette smirked at this but was certainly not giving up the control to the other girl. She gripped her hips and held her still against the bed, receiving a groan of frustration from the blonde.
"Don't move." Santana commanded, using her lips and tongue to tease her soaked centre.
"Bu-but please, I just-" Quinn attempted to thrust backwards once again and Santana pulled away and stood up again, smirking at the blonde's groans of displeasure.
"I said – don't move." The brunette husked, bringing her palm down onto Quinn's right ass cheek.
Quinn gasped at the sudden action and her body lurched forward slightly. She bit down on her lip as she felt the sting of Santana's palm against her bare skin. Santana wavered and waited to see what Quinn would do now. Would she tell her to stop? To get out? She had been caught up in the moment and hadn't really meant to-
"Again." Quinn whispered, her head bowed.
"What?" The Latina asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Do it again." Quinn panted, dropping down onto her elbows.
Santana faltered momentarily. "I-I didn't mean…"
Quinn turned her head to look back over her shoulder at the brunette. She had noticed the stutter in Santana's speech, the other girl was clearly questioning her actions and Quinn was so turned on. She needed her to carry on, needed her to finish what she'd started.
"You know, I bet Brittany wouldn't let you do that to her…" she teased.
Santana froze. "What?"
"You heard," Quinn taunted. "I bet she wouldn't let you have her like this, on her hands and knees for you."
"Shut up." Santana whispered.
"She probably doesn't even like girls," she continued. "And that's what you like, right Santana? You like fucking girls, don't you?"
The brunette clenched her jaw and said nothing.
"Come on S, show me how much you like fu-ugh!" Quinn ceased with her vicious words as strong fingers entered her from behind. She let out a guttural moan as Santana pumped her two digits into her relentlessly.
"See," Quinn panted. "Wh-why would you want to waste your time with that bimbo?" She let out a soft gasp as Santana brought her hand down firmly on her left cheek at that comment. "When you could be doing this-oh!" she moaned. "With the Head Cheerio."
"Stop talking." Santana glared at the blonde girl's back, plunging her two fingers deeper in attempt to shut her up.
"Is that what you want S? You want to fuck her? Want to make her scream your name?" Quinn tormented.
Santana remained silent, curling her fingers inside the other girl.
"Because guess what?" Quinn chuckled to herself, gasping at the feel of the brunette's fingers. "You can't. We made a deal."
At this, Santana let out what sounded like a low growl. "Fuck you!" She pulled her fingers out of the blonde and wiped them on the sheets.
Quinn whimpered at the loss and bit down on her lip in frustration. She was so close.
"No, please," she gasped. "Please Santana." There was a time where begging would have been beneath her. But she was desperate.
Santana hesitated for a moment before dropping to her knees once more and pressing her face into the other girl's wetness, her tongue probing at her entrance.
"Yes!" Quinn gasped in pleasure, feeling her orgasm brimming. "Just like that…" she pressed her face down into the bed to muffle her moans as Santana worked her through her climax. She felt her whole body shudder and her toes curl as the rest of her body collapsed with exhaustion.
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Santana sat on the edge of Quinn's bed, wringing her hands in her lap. She tensed a little when she felt Quinn kneel behind her, her hands gently rubbing her shoulders.
"You're so tense." The blonde whispered.
"You're wrong, you know." The Latina muttered.
"About what?" Quinn asked quietly.
Santana took a few steady breaths, trying to get her head around how the blonde could blow so hot and cold. She was a manipulative bitch one minute and gentle the next. She didn't understand her at all.
"About Brittany. She does like girls; she does like me." Santana explained, looking down at her feet.
Quinn chuckled and continued to rub Santana's shoulders.
"Even if she does, are you really saying you could handle a relationship with her? You're not that kind of girl S, you know it."
Santana frowned. "You confuse the hell out of me Q."
Quinn smiled and rested her chin down on Santana's bare shoulder.
"I like that. I like keeping you on your toes." She smirked, running her fingertip down the brunette's arm.
"You need to stop being so… so-" Santana stuttered, her hands wringing together nervously.
"Choose your words very carefully." Quinn warned, her hands dropping to her sides.
Santana stood up and turned to face the blonde, who was now wrapped up in a white sheet, hair tousled from their previous activities. She avoided looking at her too much; she needed to say what was on her mind and just-been-fucked Quinn was very distracting.
"You need to stop being so possessive." Santana whispered. "I know we made a deal and everything but- but you need to let me do my own thing." She shrugged a little. "It's becoming a bit… suffocating."
Quinn looked up at the brunette's beautiful face and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Possessive? Her? Suffocating?
"I don't understand…" Quinn breathed out.
Santana scanned the blonde's face and saw a flicker of disbelief. How had she not seen this coming?
"I just- I just need a bit of time to myself." She tried to explain.
"What does that mean?" Quinn frowned, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Santana pressed her palm to her forehead and rubbed at her temple.
"It means-" She let out a sigh and ran the same hand through her hair. "I'll see you at school." And with that, she left the blonde Head Cheerio alone in her bed, watching as the door clicked shut behind her.