Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you all! Thank you so much for the reviews that were left for the last chapter. I have tried to make this next chapter a bit longer for you. Hope you enjoy – please do leave a review if you can! They really do encourage me to keep writing.
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A desperate whine escaped Santana as she felt Quinn's lips on hers. She tried to resist. Boy, did she try to resist. But it was impossible. The blonde's lips were so soft and wet and this whole situation was so erotic.
Quinn whimpered when she finally felt the brunette's lips start to work against hers. It was slow and sensual, and she had never had a kiss like it before. Their lips crushed together beautifully, and she moved her hands up to cup Santana's cheeks, holding her head still as she sucked gently on the Latina's bottom lip.
Santana's heart was racing. It always raced when she was with Quinn, whether she liked it or not. Her body reacted to the blonde instantly. She heard herself moan when Quinn pulled her closer and her nipples hardened as they brushed against the blonde's perky breasts.
Quinn gasped softly against Santana's mouth at the delightful feeling of their wet breasts sliding together. Her nipples were so sensitive, and she felt them quickly harden into peaks.
Santana couldn't think. Her mind was completely overtaken by the sensation of Quinn's hot mouth moving against hers. She flicked her tongue across the blonde's top lip and felt the other girl part her mouth slightly. Quinn let out a desperate sound as their tongues slid against each other. Their mouths battled for dominance until the blonde pulled away briefly to take a much-needed breath.
"San-Santana, I want-" Quinn whimpered into the other girl's ear desperately.
"Tell me." The brunette husked into the blonde's jaw, her hands palming Quinn's breasts, fingers flicking back and forth across hardened nipples.
"Oh God," Quinn moaned, throwing her head back.
Santana delved into the expanse of neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down the soaked skin, sucking the delicate flesh into her mouth tenderly.
"C'mere." Santana bent down slightly and hooked her hands around Quinn's thighs tightly before lifting her up in the air and guiding the blonde's legs to wrap around her.
Quinn gasped at the sudden action, clinging onto the brunette's shoulders as her back pressed into the wet tiles of the shower cubicle. How did she do that? She had no idea Santana was that strong. Well, if she wasn't turned on before, she certainly was now.
Their mouths clashed together again hungrily. Quinn slid her fingers into Santana's hair, forcing their heads even closer, her nails gently grazing the back of the Latina's scalp. She held onto the brunette's body tightly, her legs tucked around Santana's middle.
Santana kept a tight grip on Quinn's body with her right hand, sliding her dominant, left hand down between Quinn's thighs. She let her fingers explore through soaked folds, that had nothing to do with the shower, and enjoyed listening to the mewling sounds coming from the Head Cheerio.
"Fuck, you're soaked. That better be for me." she challenged, kissing the blonde's earlobe tenderly.
Quinn nodded urgently, her hands finding Santana's face and guiding her back to her lips for a slow, delicious kiss. Santana groaned into the blonde's mouth, their tongues now sliding sensually against one another. She placed a single digit at Quinn's dripping entrance and teased her opening.
"Please, Santana. Take me." Quinn rasped.
Santana didn't need any more encouragement. She placed two fingers at the blonde's soaked entrance and pushed inside her, groaning at how tight she was. She could feel Quinn's velvety walls sucking her fingers in, accommodating the welcome intrusion. Keeping a tight grip on the Head Cheerio, she started to work her magic on the blonde's body. Each time Santana thrust her fingers, their breasts would slip and slide together, and it felt so fucking good.
Quinn watched the brunette closely with hooded eyes. Her body was burning with arousal; the girl below her looked so incredibly sexy like this. She couldn't get enough. Santana latched her mouth onto one of Quinn's hardened nipples and sucked gently causing the blonde to toss her head back in pleasure once more.
Santana kissed back up to the other girl's neck, sucking at a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers continued to plunge in and out of the blonde's dripping centre. The Latina knew exactly how to build her up, every single time.
"That feel good babe?" Santana husked gently into the blonde's ear.
Quinn's heart leapt at the accidental term of endearment that had slipped from the brunette's mouth. Surely, she hadn't meant to say that. She was probably just caught up in the moment. Yes, that's it. Quinn wouldn't think too much on it, especially when she was so close to what she knew would be an incredibly powerful orgasm. She just needed a bit more and knew exactly how to get it.
"Yes," Quinn gasped. "Nobody fucks me like you do."
Santana moaned into the blonde's neck. "Damn right."
"I love your fingers," Quinn continued, knowing exactly what the praise would do to the brunette's ego. "They're so deep inside me."
"Mmhmm, what else?" The Latina questioned.
Quinn gasped as Santana started to build up her thrusts, making them slower but deeper.
"Y-your mouth. Your tongue." The blonde stuttered.
At this, Santana slipped her fingers out of her, and Quinn instantly let out a whine of displeasure. Santana placed the blonde back down onto her feet, now on slightly shaky legs, and slowly lowered herself down to the floor on her back. She looked up and met aroused hazel eyes gazing down at her in anticipation.
"Get down here." She commanded, reaching for Quinn's hand. She manoeuvred Quinn's body, so it was straddling hers, before gently guiding her to slide on up and sit astride her shoulders. Quinn let Santana manhandle her and looked down into dark eyes.
"I don't understand…" Quinn spoke, feeling a bit exposed in this new position.
"You will. You'll love this, trust me." Santana never broke her gaze with Quinn's and ever so gently moved her head forward, her tongue flicking out against the blonde's centre.
Quinn gasped softly at the familiar feel of Santana's wicked tongue moving against her. It felt just as wet and velvety soft as last time. God it felt incredible.
"Ugh, yes…" Quinn whimpered as the brunette beneath her lapped her tongue in deep strokes against her folds. She couldn't help the automatic movement of her body reacting to Santana's touch and her hips started to move ever so slightly, riding against the other girl's talented mouth.
Santana groaned against her, causing little vibrations to run through Quinn's body, adding extra stimulation. She ran her hands down Quinn's lower back, settling on her firm backside, gripping both cheeks and encouraging the other girl to move against her tongue.
"Oh yes," Quinn whimpered. "Just like that," She chanced a look down at Santana beneath her and gasped as she saw dark, aroused eyes staring back up at her and a devilish tongue lapping against her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" Quinn moaned at the sight. It was so hot; she couldn't look away. She was mesmerized.
Santana pulled away momentarily for a quick breath and grinned up at the blonde above her, licking her lips.
"Don't be shy Q. I want you to watch." She husked, slowly circling her tongue around the blonde's clit to build her back up.
Quinn's eyes rolled back into her head at the sensation. She was going to come, any minute now. Santana dug her nails into Quinn's ass to get her attention. It worked; the blonde looked back down at the beautiful brunette under her and watched closely as Santana's tongue moved skilfully against her most sensitive area.
Quinn felt that deep stirring in her stomach and sensed the pressure building inside her. She latched onto Santana's eyes and daringly held her gaze as she started to shake in pleasure against the other girl's face.
Santana knew this was it. She held her tongue flat against the blonde cheerleader's clit and let her ride it out, keeping a firm grip on her backside. The brunette watched Quinn's face intently as she came.
"Oh my-fuck!" Quinn's whole body shook as she rode out the powerful waves of pleasure that tremored through her, eventually slumping back on her elbows against the girl beneath her.
Santana breathed heavily and licked her lips, savouring the taste that had been left behind. She brought a hand to her face and wiped her cheeks and chin, smirking up at the blonde panting on top of her.
Quinn rolled to the side of Santana. They now lay on the cold, wet floor of the shower cubicle, though their bodies were both radiating heat from their previous activities. The two of them let their breathing settle and listened to the sound of the shower still running until one of them decided to speak.
"We've wasted so much water." Quinn settled on, a small smile on her face.
"Really? You're concerned about the environment, after that?" Santana cocked an eyebrow, turning her head to look at the blonde.
Quinn smirked and shook her head. "Not really."
"You're the one that jumped me anyway. I wasn't planning on being in there for that long." Santana pointed out.
Quinn smiled bashfully and slowly sat up, running a hand through her wet hair.
"We should probably go and dry off." She pushed herself up and stood, turning the shower off. She faced the brunette and reached out to give her a hand up. Santana accepted it and stood up with her, her eyes roaming Quinn's naked body shamelessly.
The blonde cheerleader noticed and batted her eyelashes at the other girl.
"See something you like?" she said teasingly before opening the door of the shower cubicle and walking out. She moved over to the bench where their clothes lay and smirked with her back to the Latina. She picked up and wrapped her white, fluffy towel around herself and handed Santana hers. She watched the brunette do the same, both now dripping onto the floor.
They managed to dry off and get changed without saying much to each other. In truth, neither girl knew quite what to say. Something had changed between them. Something had shifted. Had it been the kiss? Was it the fact that they'd been naked together for the first time? Had it been more intimate than usual?
"I-I have to…" Santana broke the silence.
By this point, the girls were walking out to the parking lot together, their bags slung over their shoulders.
"I get it. You're leaving again." Quinn said. She didn't mean to sound quite so upset by it, but it was clear to the brunette that she was probably about to hurt the blonde's feelings.
"I've got plans with-" she started to explain but Quinn cut her off.
"I don't want to know Santana," she interrupted. The brunette began again but Quinn shook her head. "Please don't tell me where you're going. Or who you'll be with."
Santana nodded her head slightly in understanding but couldn't help but feel a little guilty at the look on Quinn's face.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" she suggested, bumping the blonde's hip with hers playfully. She flashed a smile at Quinn, a natural Santana smile. A beautiful, natural, dimples-and-all Santana smile that just melted Quinn all over. She'd always loved Santana's smile and she was only just beginning to realise how much.
"Sure, tomorrow." Quinn agreed as she watched Santana walk away and over to her car.
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Santana was laid on her front across her bed, flicking through a magazine, when she heard the doorbell ring. She got up to answer the door knowing full well that her parents were both at work. She padded softly downstairs and opened the door to reveal a beaming Brittany, holding what looked like a wicker basket.
"Hey Britt," Santana smiled and stepped aside. "Come on in."
Brittany smiled widely and stepped through the door and into the hallway. Santana closed the door behind them both and eyed the basket in the blonde's hand.
"What's the basket for?" she questioned suspiciously.
"Well," Brittany started and then continued walking through the Lopez house until she reached the bottom of the stairs. She glanced up towards the second floor as if suggesting that they go upstairs. "I brought you a surprise."
Santana followed the taller girl's gaze and got the hint straight away. She led the two of them up the stairs whilst talking to the other girl who trailed behind her.
"A surprise?" she asked, sounding a bit more nervous than she wanted to let on.
Brittany giggled. She even sounded like sunshine, Santana thought.
"Don't sound so scared Santana, it's a good surprise." She explained as they entered Santana's bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Brittany set the wicker basket down and opened the lid, pulling out a large, red rug that she spread out on the brunette's bedroom floor. After that, she lifted out all sorts of different foods and Santana realised that she had brought a picnic. At first glance, she could see sandwiches, pastries, fruit, bags of chips and chocolate chip cookies. Her favourite.
Santana felt her heart swell at the gesture. She had never had a picnic before in her life and she certainly hadn't had one made for her especially.
"You are so adorable." Santana grinned down at the blonde girl who was knelt on the rug below her.
Brittany blushed. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Santana beamed at her. "This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me."
The blonde girl ducked her head down and smiled shyly. She patted the space on the rug and watched as Santana took the place beside her. The two girls tucked into the picnic, stuffing themselves silly with all the different tasty treats. Once they were satisfied and couldn't manage any more, they lay back on the rug beside each other, their fingers linked casually in the middle.
Santana could feel Brittany gently stroking her fingers which she found quite relaxing. She closed her eyes just for a few minutes, basking in the calmness.
"Santana?" the blonde spoke softly.
"Mm?" the brunette replied, keeping her eyes closed.
"Would you-" she started and then paused, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She had been building herself up to ask this question all evening and now was suffering with a few last-minute nerves.
Santana opened her eyes when she didn't hear the rest of the question. She turned onto her side to face the blonde and watched as Brittany turned to face her too.
"Britt, what is it?" she asked gently.
"Would you class a picnic as a date?" she whispered, her blue eyes twinkling.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked carefully.
"As in, could this picnic we've had… be classed as a date?" Brittany rephrased the question and watched the brunette's expression.
Santana was speechless. She never usually found it hard to find the right words, but she didn't know what the right thing to say was at all this time. Was this a date? Did she want it to be a date? Did that mean that Brittany wanted it to be a date? She was so confused.
"I think I wanted it to be a date." Brittany whispered, nuzzling her nose gently against Santana's.
"I-I've never been on a date before," Santana settled on.
Brittany smiled knowingly, their noses still touching. "You have if this was a date."
Santana chuckled softly and nodded. "I guess you're right."
The blonde couldn't help but feel her heart sink a little when Santana didn't give a straightforward answer to her original question.
"It's okay if you don't know," the blonde whispered. "Will you just think about it?"
Santana nodded slowly, her dark brown eyes looking deeply into Brittany's blue ones.
"Of course, Britt." She answered, feeling guilty for the second time that day. She hated hurting people's feelings. Why were girls so difficult? How had she ended up physically and now emotionally involved with two amazing girls?
Brittany leant in and pecked Santana's lips ever so gently.
"If it was a date, that's how I'd have wanted to end it." Brittany sighed softly.