PILLOWTALK (ZAYN)
SANTANA'S POV
I was awake first, partly because my stomach hadn't been able to keep food down or in and partly because I was sweating profusely.
Q didn't know about the withdrawal, and if she did, she didn't know how bad it was. I was trying to shield her from it.
I tried to slip out of bed as quietly as I could, shutting myself in the bathroom while trying to silently throw up.
Tears were tracking down my face as I dry heaved over the toilet, praying to God that the sweating would stop soon.
I'd been so focused on breathing through the fire that was taking over my senses as something finally manifested from my stomach that when a cool rag was placed on my neck, I cringed.
"Go away. I don't want you to see me not sexy."
I knew she'd ignore me when she didn't move to leave.
"How long has this been happening?" She said, her voice still filled with sleep.
"Since Tuesday." I croaked before letting out a disgusting burp. I felt gross as I crouched there and felt even worse. "Started before I left New York, took a miracle to make it through that train ride."
I wanted her to see my effort.
Getting to Philly was no small thing when all my body wanted was to go back to being strung out.
She hummed and then brushed my sweaty hair into a bun, securing it on top of my head just like she'd been doing since we were baby Cheerios.
"Thanks." I muttered before heaving again, but there was nothing left. She handed me a paper cup of water, and I drank it down greedily. "More?" I whimpered, and she refilled the cup.
"Drink slower this time." She admonished, so I drank slower.
My stomach settled, and I let out a burp. "Thank you." I pressed my fingers to my temples, annoyed with the dull ache that was starting to form into a headache.
My stomach lurched, and I threw up the water. When I sat up again, Q used the rag to wipe my face and then rinsed it in the sink.
I rested my head on the toilet and tried to take shallow breaths.
"There are drugs you can take that will help with withdrawal, San. Maybe your dad can write you a prescription."
"No. He told me that I needed to feel this so that I wouldn't do it again. I agree." I said, feeling so raw and exhausted.
She put the rag back on my neck and sat on the edge of the tub while we waited for the next round of vomiting, but I burped and closed my eyes.
"I think it's done."
"Are you sure?"
"I think so."
"Great, how about a shower?" She chirped, not waiting for my response before moving around me and turning on the water.
God, I was so tired.
The burps were usually the signal that my stomach was done trying to turn itself inside out and that I could relax.
So, I allowed myself to rest for a moment before pulling myself to my feet. I felt shaky but still managed not to stumble. The movement was too quick. I got lightheaded as I leaned back against the wall.
Quinn had set up my toothbrush, and I smirked at her.
I brushed with vigor, trying to get all traces of the bitterness off my tongue. When I finished rinsing, I felt my stomach swirl, so I slid to my knees, prepared to get sick all over again. I was exhausted, but Papi was right; I needed to let my body break down so I could see the consequences of my actions.
Even though I knelt there, I was aware of Quinn moving around me and wanted nothing more than to be up and about with her; I just needed to get through this bout of sickness.
A minute passed, and still nothing made an appearance. I said a quick prayer, thanking God for getting me through it.
"Amen." I mumbled, and Quinn followed right behind me.
"Amen."
How amazing is she?
I wanted to get up, but my head was hurting too bad to move, and then I felt the tingle of my sinus and knew what came next.
Great.
QUINN'S POV
I tested the water and then stripped off my clothes...then I looked at her...seeing past the facade she lives with as blood dripped from her nose and her head hung down.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was dead, but her shallow breaths were loud enough for me to know that she was still with me.
It was terrifying to see her this way...how had she had so much energy when I got home?
How was she able to fake wellness for two days?
"S?" I called to her, and she didn't lift her head...she just grunted. "Come on...bath time." I said sweetly, sounding more like I was talking to Beth than Santana.
She didn't move...it was like after using all of her energy, to be honest, she was finally allowing herself to break down.
This wasn't something she had meant for me to see; that was very apparent, but I was glad that I did.
I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. She rested against me, whimpering, and I just allowed it as I stripped off her clothes.
"Wanky." She muttered once our bare flesh was touching.
"Seriously...even now?" I said, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her enough to get her feet over the side of the tub before putting her down again. She was way too light...more than normal, and I did not like it one bit.
"Did you just pick me up?" She said as her feet met the bottom of the tub. She looked at me in shock as her blood just sat on her face like it was nothing.
"If I was unsure of my love for you before...I sure know that I must love you now." She smirked at me as I stepped in and went straight under the water. She swayed a bit, but watching me seemed to keep her attention.
"I love you too, pretty girl." She muttered with a smile.
"Okay, Romeo...get under the water, I can't take you seriously with that blood on your face."
She looked affronted but stepped under the water. Her eyes closed as the water washed away any trace of her nosebleed.
I watched as she twirled in the water as if she hadn't just been passed out on the floor a moment ago.
When I saw the light bruising on her ass, I felt hot all over.
I touched her hip, and she groaned.
"I can't wait for you to have me." She said and then grinned.
Who knew that showers were like Red Bull for her?
By the time I turned the water off, she was smiling and looking just as normal as can be.
"Thanks for that." She said, moving forward until I was pressed against the warm wall. I brought my hands up to her face and stared into her eyes...so happy that she was okay now.
"You feel any better?"
"Much." She said before leaning in and kissing my lips. Her eyelashes brushed against my cheek as she kissed me hard...sucking my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling.
She was minty, fresh, and grinning.
I groaned and then brought a hand down around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to my body.
Her hands traveled to my chest, her fingers teasing my nipples until they ached with how hard they were.
This was happening...and my sweet Lord, I was ready for it.
Finally!
SANTANA'S POV
I couldn't stop myself, and she didn't seem to mind.
My hands worked their way from her nipples to her thighs as I knelt in the tub...my mouth inches from the center of her.
At the smell of her, my stomach rumbled, and I chuckled as I looked up at her.
Q's eyebrow was raised as she watched me kneeling before her.
"Don't keep me waiting, San."
She lifted her leg and put it on the edge of the tub...opening herself up for me, and I did not hesitate to dive in.
She groaned as I kissed her everywhere but where she wanted me.
Her fingers latched onto my hair and yanked until I looked up at her again.
She looked like she was near tears.
"Please?"
"Okay...fine." I chuckled before surging forward and sucking her clit into my mouth so quickly that she yelped.
"God!" She moaned, and I took that as encouragement. "Yes! Ung...yessss." She hissed.
Her fingers were massaging my head as she kept my face pressed against her as I sucked and twirled my tongue...enjoying the taste of her.
She kept chanting...kept calling out to God...or calling me God...I wasn't sure.
I was getting a high off her...more addictive than anything else, and frankly, I was willing to trade coke for this for the rest of eternity.
My body shook as I came from her moans alone.
I wanted more from her...so I pushed three fingers into her and was rewarded immediately.
"FUCK! YESSSS...MY GOD YESSSSS! FUCK! Harder, baby...harder." She demanded, and so I pounded into her, continuing to lick her as another orgasm hit me.
It'd been way too long...this hadn't happened to me before. I rubbed my thighs together as I continued to bring her to a shouting orgasm.
My fingers continued to pump as they were drenched, and her body shook. I pulled my lips away and watched her lick her lips, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"More, baby?" I asked, and she mouthed her answer over and over.
"Yes...Yes...yes...yes."
I looked up at her after her orgasm.
"Was that good?"
She gripped my hair and then rubbed herself on my face, "Again."
"Say less." I said before opening my mouth and letting her fuck my face.
She was gripping my hair and humping my face as she growled.
"I like you on your knees, fuck you're so good at that, Princess. Suck."
I was about to press my fingers into myself when she tsked.
When I looked up at her, she shook her head. Was she not going to let me get off?
God, that would be torture.
When I was back on my feet, Q was looking at me like she was awestruck.
"You're good at that, Princess." Her voice was deeper, and it was doing things to me.
"That's not all I'm good at." I teased.
She raised her hand to my face and searched my eyes.
"If you only knew the things I want to do to you, Santana. For so long, I fantasized about you underneath me, begging me to fuck you."
I leaned close to her ear and dropped my voice to the lowest register, "Fuck me, Q. You've punished me. Now you get to fuck me as much as you want."
When I pulled back, she ran her hands over my back and then slapped them on my ass.
I nearly bit through my lip at the painful pleasure.
"Dry off. I still need you to show me how sorry you are. Is that okay?"
Who knew that Quinn would be so into asking for consent?
"Yes."
"Good, because in order for me to fuck you the way I want to, I'm going to need you to rub me down, loosen up my back."
I raised my eyebrow.
"Jesus, Q, how kinky are you talking?"
"You'll find out soon enough, Princess."
QUINN'S POV
My head was swimming as she rubbed the soreness from my back. She straddled my thighs, her naked heat dripping on my skin.
Her fingers were like magic as she worked muscles that I didn't even know were sore.
"Are you this tense because of me?" She asked, and I was almost afraid to answer, but with her working out my kinks...there was no way that I could lie.
"Not completely."
"Oh..."
"Not now, especially."
"Right...So...was I better than Lydia?"
"Huh?" I murmured, trying to comprehend beyond the fog in my brain.
"The moment she shook my hand at the airport, I knew that she had fucked you..."
"Yeah."
"Was she better than me?"
"I dunno...she...mmm...she didn't do that." I groaned as she ground down on my legs and soaked them even more.
"What did she do?"
"Hard to explain...mmm...yes...right there." I hissed as her thumbs came to the base of my spine...a place that tingled when I was pressed against that shower wall.
She worked her fingers while grinding her hips against me. Her breaths were heavy as she worked out years of tension that caused my back to spasm often.
"Will you show me?" She asked as she slid off my back. She fell next to me and peppered my face with kisses. "Please?"
"On your stomach, legs spread, Princess." I growled, and then I admired just how beautiful she was spread before me.
She wiggled her bruised ass, and I bit my lip. "You're so beautiful, S."
"I know, right." She grinned and I caught her wink from the mirror above my bed.
When I had put it there, I thought it would be convenient while getting dressed but now I realized that it'd be even more useful than I thought.
"SHIT...OH GOD!" She screamed as I pushed four fingers into her and pressed my thumb against that pucker...as I held onto her hair in my fist. I had her bent over the end of the bed so that I could see her face in the mirror.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was hanging open, her eyes were squeezed closed as she enjoyed the way I was working her.
"You're so wet...you like what I'm doing, don't you, Princess?"
She nodded..."Uh-huh...yes...uh huh...fuck"
"You're gushing."
"Yes! Yes!"
I pulled her hair tighter, and her eyes opened; she looked at me and smirked. I pounded harder, and my thumb slipped right past that ring of muscles, and her eyes rolled back as she gripped the sheets in her fists.
She bit down on her bottom lip...grunting as I kept pounding, kept slipping deeper.
Fucking her felt so right...so good...I could do it forever.
My knuckle grazed a certain spot, and she began panting, pushing back against me as she spread her legs.
She was close, and so was I.
I hit that spot over and over again. She was beyond words, muttering incoherently as she hit her climax. I let her hair go, and she collapsed against the bed, her body quaking as I pulled my hand from her.
She went to move, but I laid flat on her back and used my soaked hand to rub her clit. My head was next to hers as I listened to her scream into the mattress as she came over and over again.
It was paradise.
SANTANA'S POV
Who the fuck knew that she had it in her to fuck me so hard?
My God.
I just about passed out after countless orgasms. My body was exhausted, but I felt thoroughly satisfied.
She left the bed, and I crawled up to the pillows and just laid there, not able to move another muscle as my pussy trembled, trying to clench itself around her now absent fingers.
And the whole ass thing...was new...unexpected, and way more pleasurable than I could have imagined.
My body tensed as a cool breeze hit it.
"You okay, Princess?" She murmured as she climbed into the bed. "I turned on the fan, it was insanely hot in here."
"I bet." I chuckled, clenching my ass when her warm palm came down on it.
She gripped my flesh, and I let out another moan and wiggled my ass for her until she smacked it playfully with a chuckle.
"That was okay then?" She sounded nervous, so I actually opened my eyes to take her in.
She was resting on her elbow, hovering over me with a nervous look on her face.
"Mmmhhmmm...Amazing." I couldn't stop smiling at her, and then she lifted her hand and dropped it with a loud smack on my ass before squeezing it again. "Fuck."
"Good to know. Still tired?"
Her eyebrow was raised, and I shuddered at the greedy look in her eyes.
"Mmmhmm." I groaned, and she nodded as she looked down at my body like it was a steak.
"I want to taste you...turn over, princess."
"Can't...move." I murmured, the pillow obscuring my words.
"No?" She asked, her fingers walked over my ass and down between my legs and like the greedy person I am, I opened my legs to give her more access.
She pinched my clit, and I nearly jumped a foot off the bed.
"Fuck you, Fabray." I whispered as I rolled onto my back.
"Planning on that, too."
"I bet you are."
I cupped the back of her head as she drowned in the river that I felt running between my thighs.
She groaned as she pushed her tongue inside of me, and I scratched at her skull.
I felt her fingers pressing against my ass as she sucked my clit into her mouth, and I began shouting as she slid inside. She pulled back and stared at me as she pumped her fingers.
"I think you can take more, Princess." I whimpered. "Can you take more?"
"I'm yours, fuck!" I groaned.
"Right answer." She pressed more, and it ached, but I kept thrusting my hips.
When she sucked my clit back into her mouth, my hips lifted as I came with a shudder and a yell, hoping to God that the cops didn't show up.
"DON'T STOP...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...MORE...MORE!"
She pressed another finger back there, and I began grunting, so thrown by how much I wanted the ache. The pain was combined with the pleasure in a way that was totally new to me.
I couldn't get enough, and she seemed all too happy to keep going.
She was watching me again with awe in her eyes, and I came hard, soaking her hand.
"Oh, Princess, look how well you're doing for me." She muttered before burying her face between my legs again.
She worked me up with more aching pleasure, and right then, nothing else in the world mattered but her.
Her other hand slid into my pussy, and I nearly bit through my lip as my mind slipped into another world.
MY GOD.
I was biting into a pillow to muffle my screams as she used her hips to get her fingers deeper inside of me.
"Such a princess. My fucking Princess." She whispered as she hit that spot that made the world go fuzzy.
When she finally slowed down her movements, drawing out that final orgasm while she kept calling me her fucking Princess, I knew that she owned every inch of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Fuck.
I could feel the liquid squirt from me just before I fell back against the bed, having thrown the pillow somewhere across the room.
She slid from me and then kissed my clit, before leaving me there, drenched in sweat and cum, thoroughly fucked.
Her hands were gone, but I could still feel them as I came once more...whimpering as I lay in a puddle of wetness.
Fuck.
QUINN'S POV
I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't seem to stop myself as I came back from the bathroom and promptly climbed on top of her...placing my wetness hanging over her mouth as I gripped the headboard.
Her shaky hands slid over my thighs and pulled me flush against her, sucking and nibbling on me without pause.
I rubbed the top of her head as I pushed down against her more and more.
Already on the verge of an orgasm, it didn't take long as I looked at the mirror and felt turned on by the way her hand moved vigorously between her thighs.
"Look at you Princess, such a greedy girl that you can't even focus enough to give me attention."
Her hand stilled, and she continued to suck me hard and lick me as fast as her fingers had been moving.
When I started to rock my hips, I saw her slowly begin to hump her hand, which made me jealous.
How dare she?
Never having tried a 69, I figured now was as good a time as any. I lifted myself, and she tried like hell to pull me back down, but I wasn't the one who was weak from countless orgasms.
I turned myself until I was hovering over her wetness...this was a position I had only read about, but I was beginning to see its merit the moment she was sucking on me again.
"OH GOD!" She shouted as I flicked her swollen, overworked nub with my tongue.
"Is that what you need, greedy girl?"
"Yes!" She shouted as she came again. I rolled my eyes and pressed my pussy back down against her mouth, hoping she'd get the message.
Because she shouldn't even have time to shout.
Fireworks and air horns went off as we both collapsed onto the bed, spent.
"Happy New Year." I whispered to her once I was curled against her at the top of the bed.
She leaned over and kissed my lips hard, her hand in my hair. The kiss got deeper, our tongues and teeth battling for dominance.
Her body ground against mine, but when I touched her, she pulled back and shook her head.
"No more...God Q, what are you a robot?" She said, her eyes wide and shocked.
"Repressed church girl syndrome?" I said as the blush heated my cheeks.
"My God, it has to be. Never...I've never had it like that."
"Good." I kissed her lips again, this time harder.
I felt reckless and wild like I had finally found what I had been looking for all of these years.
And I never wanted it to end.
We took another shower after we'd both come down from our orgasms and then changed the sheets.
She looked exhausted, so I pulled her down into bed and curled around her until she passed out, following her into sleep moments later.
I wanted to believe that this was enough to bring her back from the brink, but I'm a realist.
She was already having tremors that had me on high alert.
As much as I wanted to ignore the whole reason I was mad in the first place when I found her searching her bag after we'd both fallen asleep after another quickie, I knew we weren't out of the woods.
"San?" I said as I sat up. The bedroom door was open, and I could hear shuffling. I got up from the bed and found her on her knees, naked and dazed, as she rummaged through her bag. "Santana, what are you doing?"
She froze and looked up at me with damp eyes, and then she shook her head. "Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"I...I thought I had some. I feel sick. I don't want to be."
"Did you find anything?"
"No! That's why I'm kneeling on this floor searching."
"Do you need me to punish you again?" I thought she'd say no, but instead, she looked up at me with hope in her eyes.
"Would you? I mean, I'm sore but maybe with your hand? I need it. You fell asleep, and I was feeling antsy; I need...I need you to help me, Luce. Please?"
I held my hand out to her, and she took it.
"Next time you come to me first, I don't care if I'm sleeping. Got it?"
"Yes. I got it."
"And you realize that discipline means that you won't get to have any more sexy time tonight, right?"
She sighed and then nodded.
"I know, I love you, and I love what you do to me, but I need this more."
"Good."
This time around, I didn't bend her over the bed. Instead, I pulled her over my lap.
"You're using your hand, right?" She asked me with a whimper.
It'd been a hard choice, but I liked to spank during sex, and normally, that was with my hand. I wanted to draw a line between types of punishments.
"No. You're getting the belt, just five swats."
"But it's sore already."
"That's the point. Do you still want this?"
She hesitated while I rubbed her ass with my hand.
"Yes, Q, please?"
I held her in place and doled out five swats in quick succession.
By the time I dropped the belt, she was sobbing as she gripped my leg and took deep breaths.
"You okay, Princess?"
She shook her head. "No. I need...I need more."
"Shit, San, is it that bad?"
"More! Please, five more."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
And even though I had wanted to draw that line, I didn't want her ass to turn black.
Her mother would kill me, consent or not. I would not injure her.
"How about ten with my hand? I don't think your ass can take this belt again today." She nodded. "I need verbal confirmation, Santana."
"Yes, Quinn, use your hand."
I'd made the right move; she broke into sobs when I was finished and then shakily got up with a soft smile.
"How do you feel?"
"Good. Better. I'm just tired."
"Let's have dinner, and then we can cuddle up with a movie."
"And ice cream?"
"Yes, Princess, we can have ice cream too."
"Sweet!"
SANTANA'S POV
The sun peaked through the windows as I watched the angel next to me sleeping.
I could wake up next to her forever.
Her phone had chimed a hundred times, but she hadn't moved a muscle. I knew that it was probably Beth calling, and I couldn't let her miss that.
So I kissed her face, and she grunted at me before turning her face the opposite way.
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I ran my finger up and down her naked side.
"If you get up now...I'll take you to get Chocolate Bacon."
Her head lifted, nearly knocking me off of her. She turned her head to look at me, bleary-eyed, while she licked her lips.
"Bacon?"
"Answer your phone...it's time to return to the real world."
"Nooooo." She whimpered as she pulled me against her and buried her face in my hair. "No want to." She whined.
"I know, Q...but we have to eat."
She slid her hand down my stomach, and I pushed it away, knowing that I was WAY TOO sore for any more hanky panky just yet.
"Real food, and I have to talk to the parents, and you need to be one...so...come on. Let's do those things, and then we will come back here, and I will fuck you back to sleep. How's that sound?"
"Like a plan." She mumbled, her face looking angry and adorable.
"Fuck, I love you." I said, kissing her face and laughing.
"Love you too, Princess." She kissed my lips and then rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, glaring at it with murder in her eyes.
"Chocolate bacon." I said to her, and she finally sat up.
"I'm up, I'm up!"
"I thought so. I'll be in the shower waiting for you to clean me up." I purred, and she nearly broke her neck to chase after me.
I hissed as I stood under the water, the heat of it making my ass burn, but the feel of it made me so grateful for her.
Had I found drugs, I was absolutely sure that I'd be high, and that's not what I really wanted.
My mind and my body were at war, which is why I was giving her carte blanche to punish me.
I needed this, as embarrassing as it was, and even though I could see that it hurt her since she cried a little each time, I knew that she'd do it for as long as I needed her to.
My mind was cycling through the last few hours, going over every touch, every word, and every action; it didn't settle until Quinn was there, erasing all of my worries with one kiss on my shoulder.
She was like magic.
Dear God, please don't ever let me take her for granted.
Quinn wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against my back until her hips cradled my ass. It ached, but I didn't care as long as she was touching me. "Your ass looks like it hurts. Remind me to put some cream on it when we get out."
"Okay."
"Will you be able to sit through breakfast?"
"Probably not, but I needed this, and I'm glad I waited for you to put me in my place. I trust you. Last night, when you used your hand instead, I knew that you were putting me first."
"I was."
"Thank you."
"Anytime, Princess."