A/N: This is my attempt to get back into the swing of things. Just a little fluff while I try to dust off my writing hat. Enjoy.
"Why are you wearing a bra?" Quinn tried not to grumble, but the subtle motion of Santana's chest quickly rising and falling against her forehead hinted that she might've failed.
Long black voluminous curls flow into her view just before she's met with an upside-down smirk and soft amber eyes gazing back at her.
"Because you haven't taken it off yet, duh." The playful tone caused Quinn's lips to curl upward slightly as her eyes relaxed.
This was her favorite part of her Saturday mornings. They usually went something like this. After she'd wake up, because Santana had never been awake before her in the past three years of dating, she'd make some green tea and breakfast, then shower. By that time, Santana would have eventually rolled out of bed so they could eat together before Quinn would go into their den and begin her yoga session.
When she finished, Quinn would always sit on her lavender mat in the same position. A little warm, forehead slick with sweat, her knees would be to her chest with arms loosely wrapped around them until she felt a soft but warm pressure against her head. Naturally, her head would tilt back and the motion gently moved the soft mounds into a better position against her forehead. She'd exhale deeply, letting the warmth guide a smile to her lips as Santana leaned over her more, increasing the sensation…but for whatever god-forsaken reason, Santana was wearing a bra.
"Take it off," Quinn groaned and normally she'd feel the jiggle of Santana's body against her head as the woman chuckled, but she only felt a slight bounce.
"Say, please." Quinn's eyes narrowed at Santana's smirk but then she noticed Santana wasn't dressed in her pajamas like she'd normally be. Did she have plans?
"Are you going somewhere?" Santana stood and Quinn watched as she tossed her hair back, effortlessly placing everything back in order.
"Why? Were you hoping for a little afternoon delight?" Santana chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes and Quinn shook her head as she stood to her feet. While she wasn't counting on sex, she hadn't opposed the idea.
"I have a lunch date with someone else," Santana continued and Quinn scoffed.
"Excuse me?" Santana leaned forward slightly, smiling innocently.
"You heard me." Quinn raised a brow inquisitively, her arms crossing over her chest but still, she decided to bite.
"Okay…so, who's the lucky lady?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," She winked with a cocky smile pressing a kiss to Quinn's cheek and Quinn looked her over before shrugging.
"Well, I hope whoever it is has somewhere for you to stay tonight." Quinn tried her best to keep a straight face as Santana smirked at her.
"Oh? So, now you're kicking me out?" Quinn shrugged, responding innocently.
"Am I?" The pair stared at each other until Santana chuckled and dropped the act.
"I could stare at your beautiful face all day…but seriously, you need to shower so we can meet Britt or we're gonna be late." Quinn's eyes widened in realization, her cheeks just a touch redder than usual. She'd completely forgotten this was the weekend Brittany was coming to visit. They'd set up this lunch date at least a month ago.
"God, you're so obnoxious." She chuckles.
"Did you actually forget?" Santana asked in mock shock and Quinn playfully rolled her eyes.
"Of course not. I just needed to beat you at your own game and I did." She smirked and Santana chuckled, grabbing Quinn's chin gently to peck her lips.
"Yeah, right. Now move that perfect little ass of yours into the shower," Santana said before turning on her heels and disappearing into the house. Quinn smiled to herself watching her lover leave before rolling up her mat and grabbing her water bottle.
After lunch with Brittany, Quinn was in a good mood and decided to take Santana shopping just because. Things seemed to be going well until they stumbled across some lingerie. Santana was adamant that Quinn saw nothing and even made her leave the store while she paid for whatever items but Quinn didn't mind because she'd eventually see it. Either on Santana or on the floor in their bedroom.
Once Santana got her fill, they headed home and Quinn began cooking their dinner. She wanted nothing more than to have dinner and then cuddle in bed with a good movie and that's exactly what she planned to do…but the way Santana was watching her, Quinn was sure the woman had other plans. She felt a heat rising from her neck to her ears as she cooked and glanced back at Santana with an almost shy smile.
"What?" She softly asked and Santana chuckled from her spot at the counter. Quinn's question encouraged her to stand and she grinned as Quinn returned her attention to the stove. Santana sauntered up behind her, gently placing her hands on her shoulders before kneading them.
"I'm just admiring the chef and…all her assets." She smirked, placing a kiss behind Quinn's ear. Quinn laughed softly but tilted her head slightly to allow Santana more access.
"Is that so?" Santana didn't respond with words, letting her hands slowly trace Quinn's figure before settling on her hips and trailing soft sensual kisses from her neck down to her shoulder. On her way back up, she gently teased Quinn's earlobe with her teeth, eliciting a soft whimper.
"Should I have dinner or dessert first?" Santana's whisper sent shivers down Quinn's spine along with a rush of heat but before she could respond, she felt delicate fingers smoothly gliding past her hip bone, dipping just below her panty line. Quinn's breath hitched as her knees grew weak.
"Maybe if you're a good girl…I'll let you have dessert," Quinn said, finally finding her voice but she lost it once again feeling the warmth of Santana's breath against her neck as she laughed softly.
"I can be a very good girl, Q…but only for you," Quinn smirked, one hand reaching back to rest along Santana's neck as the woman's lips traveled along any part of her exposed skin. Her other hand traveled to Santana's wrist before pressing their bodies together. She fully expected to enjoy the tenderness of Santana's embrace but she felt herself grow irritated with one particular item that kept obstructing her from that heavenly sensation.
"Prove it," She commanded before feeling her heartbeat quicken at the subtle moan that escaped Santana's throat.
"How do you want me to prove it to you?" Santana's sultry whisper almost erased her annoyance.
"Take off that damn bra." Her voice seemed more demanding but Santana didn't seem to mind as she laughed softly. Quinn turned to face Santana, watching as she took a step back and pulled her shirt off.
"Like this?" She smirked, holding Quinn's gaze as she slowly slid her right strap down her shoulder. Quinn's gaze never wandered, watching her like a hawk with a fire in her eyes that made Santana's skin prickle with excitement.
"Keep going," Her words were more lustful and impatient and Santana loved every second of it. She slowly slid the other strap down her shoulder before leaning forward slightly as she unclasped the back. She watched Quinn who was completely entranced as the piece of clothing finally hit the floor.
"Happy?" Santana smirked as Quinn eyed her hungrily. The blonde made sure to turn off the oven before silently taking Santana's hand and leading her towards the bedroom.
Quinn worked out all of her pent-up frustration attributed to that damned bra and the pair lay in an exhausted bliss, tangled in one another watching a rom-com of her choosing. She figured Santana wouldn't complain too much because she'd fall asleep anyway but surprisingly, the woman beside her was wide awake, gently stroking her thigh. Shared moments like that always brought a certain topic to the forefront of her mind…but she could never find the courage to bring it up, at least not in a meaningful way but that day, she decided to try.
"I know we said we weren't going to do the whole marriage thing but…have you ever thought about the tax benefits?" Out of the corner of her eye, Quinn saw Santana looking at her but she wouldn't turn her head.
"Uhhh…what?" She finally turned to face her, finding confusion being projected toward her.
"Financially, it makes sense. Think about it. It would be stupid not to. We both have good salaries and no dependents. We could file jointly and get great deductions we wouldn't normally get…" She tried to be casual about it but she instantly regretted saying anything.
Marriage was something they'd both agreed they didn't think was necessary but, almost four years later, things changed. Thinking about being a Lopez or a Fabray - Lopez, sounds really nice to Quinn. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Santana and they planned to build their lives together…so naturally, it made sense. Plus, she wouldn't mind calling Santana her wife.
She'd been thinking about it a lot, really…so much so that she'd already bought a ring, but Santana didn't need to know that.
"Are…are you seriously asking me if I want to marry you for tax breaks? Really?" Santana laughed softly and Quinn chuckled nervously, feeling her face flush from mild embarrassment. It was no secret that Quinn was a practical person but, tax benefits? Really?
"No…well, yeah…I mean…we've been together almost 4 years and we have all these plans…" She paused to clear her throat.
"I mean there's other things too…like you can get on my insurance and if anything were to happen to you, I could make the decisions for you…so, yeah." Quinn just couldn't seem to dig herself out of this one as Santana watched her warmly before reaching out to stroke her cheek.
"Okay…" Santana started unsurely before continuing.
"What if…I told you that I've been thinking about the same thing." Quinn raised a brow.
"I'd never believe Santana Lopez thought about tax benefits." Santana laughed and pecked Quinn's cheek, grinning widely.
"I meant about marrying you, dummy." Quinn chuckled but swallowed nervously, hoping Santana would let it go but knowing she wouldn't.
"You have?" Santana nodded, caressing her cheek.
"Yeah…a lot actually." Quinn looked confused.
"...you said you didn't want to get married." Santana smiled softly, her eyes adoringly gazing into Quinn's.
"I was young. I thought love and commitment were overrated and don't get me wrong, they still kinda are…but not with you. I'd never feel as loved or safe with anyone else." Quinn searched her eyes for any hint of hesitancy but all she found was unfettered love, making her heart leap.
"Really?" She couldn't understand why her question was breathless but she found herself placing her hand atop Santana's.
"Santana…" She licked her lips and swallowed.
"Will you marry me?" Santana's eyes doubled in size, her mouth slightly ajar and Quinn felt her heart sink. Maybe Santana was only expressing her love and not her in -
"Yes!" Quinn felt her face being pulled into Santana's, lips firmly pressed against hers. She happily returned her affection and Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck pulling her into a hug.
"You'd better not be fucking with me, Fabray." Quinn chuckled as her arms wrapped around Santana, pulling her close.
"I wouldn't joke about this." Santana smiled at her once she pulled back.
"Okay, one condition though." Quinn raised a brow and Santana continued.
"I get to plan the wedding."
"Like…the whole thing?" Santana nodded.
"Obviously, you can give your opinion or whatever but I get final say. Deal?" Quinn mulled over it briefly.
"Fine, but I pick my dress and I get at least one veto." Santana raised a brow.
"A veto?"
"I get to veto one of the insane ideas you're inevitably going to have." Santana laughed but nodded.
"Fine, deal." Quinn sat up slightly, her eyes studying every feature of her soon-to-be wife as the woman stared back expectantly.
"What?" Santana asked softly.
"Nothing…" Quinn smiled and kissed her.
"Just for the record, you didn't need an excuse." Quinn chuckled and looked away.
"It wasn't…I didn't…ugh…" The pair chuckled.
"I had very valid points." Santana nodded.
"You're right. I'm so lucky to have such a reasonable and sensible fiancé. There's a word for that I think." Santana feigns being deep in thought searching for the word before grinning wickedly.
"Oh, yeah. A dork!" Quinn rolls her eyes and playfully shoves a cackling Santana.
"Shut up!"
"I can't wait to tell everyone how you used taxes to propose." Quinn shrugged.
"You still said yes."
"Well yeah, you're my dork and I plan to keep you around." Quinn smiled and kissed Santana's lips.
"Well, thanks for accepting me and my dorky ways." Santana readjusted her body to lie her head against Quinn's shoulder.
"It's only because you're hot." Quinn chuckled softly, threading her fingers through Santana's hair.
"You know, when you say things like that it's a little harder to believe you're marrying me for my sparkling personality." Santana snuggled closer and sighed contentedly.
"That was an unexpected bonus."
"You're lucky I love you."
"I know, I love you too." Quinn smiled and lay peacefully next to the love of her life, wondering when life got this good and grateful to spend the rest of it with her best friend.
"Tell me more about those tax benefits though." Quinn chuckled softly.
"You're just gonna fall asleep, aren't you?"
"Mhm...and you'd better cuddle me the whole night." Quinn lightheartedly rolls her eyes, pulling Santana closer.
"Of course."