[GfS Exchange Fic] We can work it out by leksi231 for baconbreadstix
Title: We can work it out
Author: leksi231
Written For: baconbreadstix
Prompt: Quinn and Santana are co-captains of a sports team who always butt heads and it’s hurting the team. Finally, the team forces them to resolve the sexual tension.
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, none
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Summary: Santana resolves her and Quinn’s rivalry the only way she knows how.
It’s always been like this; no one knows when exactly it started, though. Quinn goes her own way during the game and Santana is on the other side. None of them wants to interact and is actually always pleased to see the other one lose the ball or miss the basket; even if that means not winning for once. Sure, they’ve been like that all along, but now it actually mattered. Now, when Santana has the ball in her hands and is ready to shoot for three points in the very last second of the game; they need those points.
Silence rules over the gym when all heads are turned to look at the ball travelling to its destination. Santana closes her eyes once the object has stopped flying and is suddenly bouncing on the floor as if it feels that it hasn’t done its job. She didn’t make it; the ball was supposed to be in the basket and she should be getting the trophy that is being handed to the leader of the opposing team. If she had just handed it to Quinn, no one would be looking at her like she’s a disappointment; of course, she couldn’t do that.
As the team retreats to their locker room, the Latina is the last one to enter it after the group; her head lowered and her gaze following the tiles as she walks, she can feel the overall displeasure in the room. No one really dares to speak for a long minute before Quinn comes into the locker room, her eyes swiftly wandering to Santana and then back to her locker as she opens it, biting her lip and taking out her clothes. There’s a collective sigh around the room and the blonde and the brunette both turn around to face their team.
“You should’ve passed it to Quinn,” is what everyone tries to say at once to Santana and she just shakes her head at that. “She was right under the basket and we needed just two points, not three, just two,” comes from a shorter girl that is seated on the bench near Quinn. “But no, you had to ignore her and be the one to bring us victory this time. Seriously, you two need to sort your shit out because this is all getting a bit frustrating. We lost a game that could cost us an entry to the championship because of your failed sexual tension.”
It comes out more of a yell and everyone is too stunned to speak up after it. Sure, their teammates have noticed that the tension was always there, but Santana and Quinn were just too blind to see it. Instead, they concentrated on trying to be better than one another and be the only one on top even if they are co-captains. And yes, Santana has noticed how hot Quinn actually is and the blonde wasn’t stupid enough to deny what has always been obvious about the Latina. They were just too busy competing between each other when they needed to beat the other team.
“Y’all need to sort it out before the next game or we really won’t have a chance this season,” a different girl tells them as the whole team readies to exit the locker room. The sound of footsteps is the only thing that can be heard for a long while as it echoes in the girls’ ears for a whole minute or two. None of them wants to speak, so they just continue changing their clothes in silence, neither one wanting to look at the other for even a split second.
It takes about a month and both girls are still ignoring each other. Luckily, they haven’t had a game, but a big one is coming up. So, after one practice, Santana decides to take the things in her hands for a little while. She knows that Quinn always stays the last to shoot some hoops before everyone leaves and, this time, she decides to join her. She has a perfect plan for this and there is no way that Quinn will even consider to say no to her; she just needs everyone to leave before she even starts taking her plan to action.
Finally, when their coach tells them to lock up after they’re finished, Santana and Quinn are all alone in the gym. The Latina, though, is standing near one basket, while Quinn is on the other side of the court. They hear nothing but their balls for a few prolonged minutes that they spend shooting hoops all on their own before Santana suddenly stops. The blonde turns her head for a second to see why there’s no sound coming from the other girl, but then quickly re-thinks it and goes back to the ball in her hands.
“What are you doing here?” She asks loudly nonetheless, seemingly not paying that much attention to Santana, who is slowly heading over to her and stops in her tracks near the middle of the court. “Don’t you have a basket in your backyard or something? I seem to remember you inviting some of the girls for a game the other day,” Quinn comments, jogging towards the ball that was heading in an unwanted direction. She catches it and finally faces Santana, throwing it to her sharply and awaiting for an answer to her first question, mostly.
The Latin girl shrugs promptly as the ball lands in her hands and quickly tosses it back to Quinn. “I do, that’s right. I just felt like,” she starts, once again getting the ball that bounces from the floor on the way towards her, “like we needed to discuss some things from the last game,” she finishes quickly. Santana lobs the ball in the direction of the basket and shoots right through it, smirking in satisfaction and making no move towards it to get it. “Specifically, the tension we need to get rid of,” she says, shocking Quinn a bit so she pauses. “You know that it’s there; you’re blonde, but you’re not stupid. And I know for a fact that you lean more towards girls these days.”
The blonde opens and closes her mouth in multiple attempts to speak but it only goes well the third time. “How can you be so sure about that?” She asks and gets only rolling of Santana’s eyes in response to her question. “Alright, yes, I do like girls. What makes you think I want to sleep with you, though?” Again, the only reply she receives is another eye roll. Finally, breathing out a prolonged sigh, Quinn bites her lower lip and shrugs. “Your place or mine?”
This time, however, she gets a laugh in response. Santana is shaking her head softly and still chuckling a little before she decides to speak up. “Oh, I didn’t have going anywhere in mind,” she says. “Our problem is in this gym, not at our houses. If I wanted to fuck you in my bed, I would’ve done that a long time ago,” she scoffs and smirks widely. “I like it here, but it’s not nearly clean enough for this stuff,” heading over to Quinn, Santana grabs her hand and starts leading her on the way to the locker rooms. “There’s a place in here that is much cleaner.”
Quinn is silent for the time that they walk to the showers and then gasps, biting her lower lip quickly and watching Santana as she turns the water on; not too hot, just lukewarm. She studies her face carefully as she approaches her and then closes her eyes immediately once Santana’s are pressed to hers in a swift motion so that she doesn’t even see it coming. Santana is eager; her tongue is swiping along Quinn’s lip as soon as she opens her mouth and requests entrance into Quinn’s.
The blonde, of course, permits her tongue to enter her mouth and hers comes closer, coyly feeling Santana. Her hands are on Santana’s hips while the Latina has much better plans; she already started tugging down her shorts. They both really want this, Santana is just… much more open about it, per say. Quinn’s shorts are long forgotten in the matter of seconds and Santana’s fingers were slowly reaching for the waistband of her panties.
“Oh just get on with it,” Quinn says, shaking her head and moving her hands to the end of Santana’s jersey before pulling it up over her head quickly. “Gosh, and I thought you’d be much quicker,” she states, taking off her sports bra as soon as she uttered the words hurriedly. Santana just scoffs quietly at her, taking the words as a sign that Quinn doesn’t want any foreplay; that’s okay with her; she’s not really that into that so it doesn’t really affect her. She’s actually very happy about the fact that Quinn is hurrying her. Running her tongue over her own lips, Santana watches Quinn intently as she takes off her own shirt and bra, smirking at the sight in front of her.
In just one more minute, no item of clothing is on them and they’ve moved to under the shower head, with warm water running down both of them while their lips are too occupied with kisses that no one wants to stop. Quinn’s confidence has grown quickly and now their tongues are battling for dominance, though neither seems to succeed completely in getting just that. The blonde is pinned to the tiled wall and still somehow manages to have the upper hand from time to time.
It’s passionate, but at the same time neither one of the wants to get too much into it because, well honestly, no one is looking for a relationship in this. Still, they are both willing to enjoy it for as long as it lasts because it’s rather satisfying, having each other’s hand travelling down their bodies and exploring the new area openly.
Santana’s hands move from her upper thighs so that one is on her hip and the other one settles in between her legs and right on Quinn’s sex. She teases her slit for a moment, just circling it and Quinn arches her hips forward along with her hand, placing it right where Santana’s is on her. She doesn’t tease, though, and Santana is wet enough so that she can slip two fingers in without any difficulty. “If I only knew that this is how you are around me,” the blonde comments and Santana is quick to huff at that.
“Huh, you wish, Fabray,” Santana says swiftly after. “This is just what seeing a naked girl gets me like,” she easily lied, moaning out rather loudly as Quinn hit a sensitive spot. She bucked her waist down promptly, gaining more friction from the movement as she pushes her own fingers into Quinn in one brisk move. The blonde can’t help the whimper that escapes her mouth while she tries to work on leaving a hickey in the spot where Santana’s neck meets her shoulder.
Soft curses are heard around the showers as Santana thrusts in the third finger rapidly and completely shocks Quinn so she just barely lets out a groan of satisfaction. “Faster,” the both state at the same time and both speed up their hands. Santana’s free hand finds its way to Quinn’s ass and cups it, softly squeezing it and then just letting it rest there. Quinn uses her other hand to put it on Santana’s neck and pull her in closer to be able to collapse their lips to each other once again. She was clearly the one in control now, because the Latina didn’t concentrate so much on the battle as she did on Quinn’s and her own fingers. She tightly shuts her eyes, squeezing them as much as she possibly could and breathing in deeply. Quinn smirked into the kiss as much as she could and then broke apart, slowing down her fingers and making Santana frustrated in mere seconds.
“Don’t stop,” she tells her, afraid that the enjoyment would end soon and she would be left on the edge without being able to finish off what Quinn started. Her fingers, though, never cease their activity and Quinn can only smirk as she notices that she isn’t even going to try and threaten her about this. “Harder, Quinn,” Santana says quickly, making the blonde chuckle softly as she places kisses along her jaw line and then down her neck. She knows that what she’s doing has the exact effect that she wanted to get; Santana didn’t peg Quinn for a tease.
“As you wish,” the blonde states and her fingers move in a pace quicker than before. She bites hard on Santana’s neck when the girl has her fingers curled slightly and then retreats them for a moment before doing the same thing over and over again. It’s kind of distracting for Quinn, but she manages to settle in her rhythm quickly. Neither of them knows what moan comes from whom, but there isn’t a single moment when the shower is quiet. The warm water is only adding to the fulfillment that is present in both of them.
Their breathing is getting rather heavy and none of them has their eyes open at the moment. “Fuck,” Santana gasped. “I’m going to cum, like, really soon,” she notifies Quinn and the blonde can only nod in agreement to the statement. “Oh my god, Quinn,” the Latina moans when she feels her walls clench around Quinn’s fingers and her orgasm takes control over her body. Her fingers stop moving for a split second before she picks up the pace more when she notices that Quinn is coming, too. “That’s it, baby, cum for me,” she barely says, a wide smirk appearing on her face.
Santana is sighing out loudly and Quinn is hiding her head in her neck as they near the finish. The Latina’s hand roams around the area once her fingers are out of Quinn’s slit and cleans it with the water falling down from the shower quickly, smiling. She moans lightly once Quinn does the same and then just holds her for a long moment. It’s not like anyone will know about this, she might as well use it to her advantage; plus, Quinn seems like she needs to be held so she doesn’t slip and fall.
“That was nice,” Quinn utters softly when Santana turns the water off and nods slowly at the sentence. They don’t speak much while they walk to their lockers and then the whole conversation is quickly forgotten once they’re both drying themselves off with their backs turned to each other. Santana is the first one that gets completely ready and Quinn gets done a little later; neither knows what to say about what happened just minutes ago. Maybe they don’t even need to talk about it for it to be alright. Maybe it’ll all just be forgotten soon enough.
They walk out of the gym together, but art their ways at the entrance, seeing as their cars are not in the same direction. Santana only winks in goodbye while Quinn waves slightly at her. Both girls get into their cars with a feeling of contentment that was very likely to stay for a few days and that was all they needed; to get through the upcoming game that they couldn’t afford to lose at any price.
They win it a few days later and the two girls are actually rather friendly during the match; it’s safe to say that everyone is impressed by their co-captaincy this time. There is no way that they are going back to the way they were now, so they make a deal after everyone else is gone. Obviously, the tension would be there for some time and they needed to get rid of it before every game. Of course, none of them really had anything against that plan and Quinn willingly accepted it once Santana recommended that that’s what they should do. Sure, that might not be the only option they have, but it’s the one they’re going with because, well, both of them enjoy it too much.
Certainly it wouldn’t hurt anybody.
Author: leksi231
Written For: baconbreadstix
Prompt: Quinn and Santana are co-captains of a sports team who always butt heads and it’s hurting the team. Finally, the team forces them to resolve the sexual tension.
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, none
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Summary: Santana resolves her and Quinn’s rivalry the only way she knows how.
It’s always been like this; no one knows when exactly it started, though. Quinn goes her own way during the game and Santana is on the other side. None of them wants to interact and is actually always pleased to see the other one lose the ball or miss the basket; even if that means not winning for once. Sure, they’ve been like that all along, but now it actually mattered. Now, when Santana has the ball in her hands and is ready to shoot for three points in the very last second of the game; they need those points.
Silence rules over the gym when all heads are turned to look at the ball travelling to its destination. Santana closes her eyes once the object has stopped flying and is suddenly bouncing on the floor as if it feels that it hasn’t done its job. She didn’t make it; the ball was supposed to be in the basket and she should be getting the trophy that is being handed to the leader of the opposing team. If she had just handed it to Quinn, no one would be looking at her like she’s a disappointment; of course, she couldn’t do that.
As the team retreats to their locker room, the Latina is the last one to enter it after the group; her head lowered and her gaze following the tiles as she walks, she can feel the overall displeasure in the room. No one really dares to speak for a long minute before Quinn comes into the locker room, her eyes swiftly wandering to Santana and then back to her locker as she opens it, biting her lip and taking out her clothes. There’s a collective sigh around the room and the blonde and the brunette both turn around to face their team.
“You should’ve passed it to Quinn,” is what everyone tries to say at once to Santana and she just shakes her head at that. “She was right under the basket and we needed just two points, not three, just two,” comes from a shorter girl that is seated on the bench near Quinn. “But no, you had to ignore her and be the one to bring us victory this time. Seriously, you two need to sort your shit out because this is all getting a bit frustrating. We lost a game that could cost us an entry to the championship because of your failed sexual tension.”
It comes out more of a yell and everyone is too stunned to speak up after it. Sure, their teammates have noticed that the tension was always there, but Santana and Quinn were just too blind to see it. Instead, they concentrated on trying to be better than one another and be the only one on top even if they are co-captains. And yes, Santana has noticed how hot Quinn actually is and the blonde wasn’t stupid enough to deny what has always been obvious about the Latina. They were just too busy competing between each other when they needed to beat the other team.
“Y’all need to sort it out before the next game or we really won’t have a chance this season,” a different girl tells them as the whole team readies to exit the locker room. The sound of footsteps is the only thing that can be heard for a long while as it echoes in the girls’ ears for a whole minute or two. None of them wants to speak, so they just continue changing their clothes in silence, neither one wanting to look at the other for even a split second.
It takes about a month and both girls are still ignoring each other. Luckily, they haven’t had a game, but a big one is coming up. So, after one practice, Santana decides to take the things in her hands for a little while. She knows that Quinn always stays the last to shoot some hoops before everyone leaves and, this time, she decides to join her. She has a perfect plan for this and there is no way that Quinn will even consider to say no to her; she just needs everyone to leave before she even starts taking her plan to action.
Finally, when their coach tells them to lock up after they’re finished, Santana and Quinn are all alone in the gym. The Latina, though, is standing near one basket, while Quinn is on the other side of the court. They hear nothing but their balls for a few prolonged minutes that they spend shooting hoops all on their own before Santana suddenly stops. The blonde turns her head for a second to see why there’s no sound coming from the other girl, but then quickly re-thinks it and goes back to the ball in her hands.
“What are you doing here?” She asks loudly nonetheless, seemingly not paying that much attention to Santana, who is slowly heading over to her and stops in her tracks near the middle of the court. “Don’t you have a basket in your backyard or something? I seem to remember you inviting some of the girls for a game the other day,” Quinn comments, jogging towards the ball that was heading in an unwanted direction. She catches it and finally faces Santana, throwing it to her sharply and awaiting for an answer to her first question, mostly.
The Latin girl shrugs promptly as the ball lands in her hands and quickly tosses it back to Quinn. “I do, that’s right. I just felt like,” she starts, once again getting the ball that bounces from the floor on the way towards her, “like we needed to discuss some things from the last game,” she finishes quickly. Santana lobs the ball in the direction of the basket and shoots right through it, smirking in satisfaction and making no move towards it to get it. “Specifically, the tension we need to get rid of,” she says, shocking Quinn a bit so she pauses. “You know that it’s there; you’re blonde, but you’re not stupid. And I know for a fact that you lean more towards girls these days.”
The blonde opens and closes her mouth in multiple attempts to speak but it only goes well the third time. “How can you be so sure about that?” She asks and gets only rolling of Santana’s eyes in response to her question. “Alright, yes, I do like girls. What makes you think I want to sleep with you, though?” Again, the only reply she receives is another eye roll. Finally, breathing out a prolonged sigh, Quinn bites her lower lip and shrugs. “Your place or mine?”
This time, however, she gets a laugh in response. Santana is shaking her head softly and still chuckling a little before she decides to speak up. “Oh, I didn’t have going anywhere in mind,” she says. “Our problem is in this gym, not at our houses. If I wanted to fuck you in my bed, I would’ve done that a long time ago,” she scoffs and smirks widely. “I like it here, but it’s not nearly clean enough for this stuff,” heading over to Quinn, Santana grabs her hand and starts leading her on the way to the locker rooms. “There’s a place in here that is much cleaner.”
Quinn is silent for the time that they walk to the showers and then gasps, biting her lower lip quickly and watching Santana as she turns the water on; not too hot, just lukewarm. She studies her face carefully as she approaches her and then closes her eyes immediately once Santana’s are pressed to hers in a swift motion so that she doesn’t even see it coming. Santana is eager; her tongue is swiping along Quinn’s lip as soon as she opens her mouth and requests entrance into Quinn’s.
The blonde, of course, permits her tongue to enter her mouth and hers comes closer, coyly feeling Santana. Her hands are on Santana’s hips while the Latina has much better plans; she already started tugging down her shorts. They both really want this, Santana is just… much more open about it, per say. Quinn’s shorts are long forgotten in the matter of seconds and Santana’s fingers were slowly reaching for the waistband of her panties.
“Oh just get on with it,” Quinn says, shaking her head and moving her hands to the end of Santana’s jersey before pulling it up over her head quickly. “Gosh, and I thought you’d be much quicker,” she states, taking off her sports bra as soon as she uttered the words hurriedly. Santana just scoffs quietly at her, taking the words as a sign that Quinn doesn’t want any foreplay; that’s okay with her; she’s not really that into that so it doesn’t really affect her. She’s actually very happy about the fact that Quinn is hurrying her. Running her tongue over her own lips, Santana watches Quinn intently as she takes off her own shirt and bra, smirking at the sight in front of her.
In just one more minute, no item of clothing is on them and they’ve moved to under the shower head, with warm water running down both of them while their lips are too occupied with kisses that no one wants to stop. Quinn’s confidence has grown quickly and now their tongues are battling for dominance, though neither seems to succeed completely in getting just that. The blonde is pinned to the tiled wall and still somehow manages to have the upper hand from time to time.
It’s passionate, but at the same time neither one of the wants to get too much into it because, well honestly, no one is looking for a relationship in this. Still, they are both willing to enjoy it for as long as it lasts because it’s rather satisfying, having each other’s hand travelling down their bodies and exploring the new area openly.
Santana’s hands move from her upper thighs so that one is on her hip and the other one settles in between her legs and right on Quinn’s sex. She teases her slit for a moment, just circling it and Quinn arches her hips forward along with her hand, placing it right where Santana’s is on her. She doesn’t tease, though, and Santana is wet enough so that she can slip two fingers in without any difficulty. “If I only knew that this is how you are around me,” the blonde comments and Santana is quick to huff at that.
“Huh, you wish, Fabray,” Santana says swiftly after. “This is just what seeing a naked girl gets me like,” she easily lied, moaning out rather loudly as Quinn hit a sensitive spot. She bucked her waist down promptly, gaining more friction from the movement as she pushes her own fingers into Quinn in one brisk move. The blonde can’t help the whimper that escapes her mouth while she tries to work on leaving a hickey in the spot where Santana’s neck meets her shoulder.
Soft curses are heard around the showers as Santana thrusts in the third finger rapidly and completely shocks Quinn so she just barely lets out a groan of satisfaction. “Faster,” the both state at the same time and both speed up their hands. Santana’s free hand finds its way to Quinn’s ass and cups it, softly squeezing it and then just letting it rest there. Quinn uses her other hand to put it on Santana’s neck and pull her in closer to be able to collapse their lips to each other once again. She was clearly the one in control now, because the Latina didn’t concentrate so much on the battle as she did on Quinn’s and her own fingers. She tightly shuts her eyes, squeezing them as much as she possibly could and breathing in deeply. Quinn smirked into the kiss as much as she could and then broke apart, slowing down her fingers and making Santana frustrated in mere seconds.
“Don’t stop,” she tells her, afraid that the enjoyment would end soon and she would be left on the edge without being able to finish off what Quinn started. Her fingers, though, never cease their activity and Quinn can only smirk as she notices that she isn’t even going to try and threaten her about this. “Harder, Quinn,” Santana says quickly, making the blonde chuckle softly as she places kisses along her jaw line and then down her neck. She knows that what she’s doing has the exact effect that she wanted to get; Santana didn’t peg Quinn for a tease.
“As you wish,” the blonde states and her fingers move in a pace quicker than before. She bites hard on Santana’s neck when the girl has her fingers curled slightly and then retreats them for a moment before doing the same thing over and over again. It’s kind of distracting for Quinn, but she manages to settle in her rhythm quickly. Neither of them knows what moan comes from whom, but there isn’t a single moment when the shower is quiet. The warm water is only adding to the fulfillment that is present in both of them.
Their breathing is getting rather heavy and none of them has their eyes open at the moment. “Fuck,” Santana gasped. “I’m going to cum, like, really soon,” she notifies Quinn and the blonde can only nod in agreement to the statement. “Oh my god, Quinn,” the Latina moans when she feels her walls clench around Quinn’s fingers and her orgasm takes control over her body. Her fingers stop moving for a split second before she picks up the pace more when she notices that Quinn is coming, too. “That’s it, baby, cum for me,” she barely says, a wide smirk appearing on her face.
Santana is sighing out loudly and Quinn is hiding her head in her neck as they near the finish. The Latina’s hand roams around the area once her fingers are out of Quinn’s slit and cleans it with the water falling down from the shower quickly, smiling. She moans lightly once Quinn does the same and then just holds her for a long moment. It’s not like anyone will know about this, she might as well use it to her advantage; plus, Quinn seems like she needs to be held so she doesn’t slip and fall.
“That was nice,” Quinn utters softly when Santana turns the water off and nods slowly at the sentence. They don’t speak much while they walk to their lockers and then the whole conversation is quickly forgotten once they’re both drying themselves off with their backs turned to each other. Santana is the first one that gets completely ready and Quinn gets done a little later; neither knows what to say about what happened just minutes ago. Maybe they don’t even need to talk about it for it to be alright. Maybe it’ll all just be forgotten soon enough.
They walk out of the gym together, but art their ways at the entrance, seeing as their cars are not in the same direction. Santana only winks in goodbye while Quinn waves slightly at her. Both girls get into their cars with a feeling of contentment that was very likely to stay for a few days and that was all they needed; to get through the upcoming game that they couldn’t afford to lose at any price.
They win it a few days later and the two girls are actually rather friendly during the match; it’s safe to say that everyone is impressed by their co-captaincy this time. There is no way that they are going back to the way they were now, so they make a deal after everyone else is gone. Obviously, the tension would be there for some time and they needed to get rid of it before every game. Of course, none of them really had anything against that plan and Quinn willingly accepted it once Santana recommended that that’s what they should do. Sure, that might not be the only option they have, but it’s the one they’re going with because, well, both of them enjoy it too much.
Certainly it wouldn’t hurt anybody.