[GFS Exchange Fic] Love Is A Locked Door (Quinn/Santana)
Title: Love Is A Locked Door
Author: Gleesdarklady
Written For: baconbreadstix
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Quinn/Santana- co captains of a sports team (not cheer leading) they always butt heads and it's hurting the team. the team forces them to confront their unresolved sexual tension
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Femslash, sex, hmmm...thats about it.
Mod Note: This request was sent out for pinch hit and received two fics.
Quinn Fabray backed into her coach’s office; she was butting heads with one of her best players…though it was nothing new with this particular player.
“And maybe next time you will pass me the fucking ball…” She said turning when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quinn smiled politely at Sue.
“I’ll be right with you coach…” She said when the other blonde shook her head.
“Come into my office Q, you too Santana…” She said to the Latina being yelled at. The blonde looked confused as to why Santana Lopez was being brought into her meeting with coach Sylvester, but tried to not let the brunette know this.
“Sure coach…” Santana said squeezing past Quinn so that her breasts were pressed into her back.
“S’cuse me Q…” She said making sure that her mouth was by her ear as she said ‘Q’. Quinn tried to not let the other girl ruffle her feathers, but it was getting increasingly hard. The two women had known each other since high school and been competing just as long. From everything from boys they both “liked” to the race they had coming out of the closet. (She still says that it was a tie, but Santana disputes this.) Quinn took a seat beside Santana as Sue crossed and paced in front of the two women.
“Last in the district, we are last in our district and I have my two best players screaming at each other in the middle of the locker room…” She said and Quinn immediately jumped on the defensive.
“Coach…if she had just passed me the ball today I would’ve gotten past that goalie…” She said but stopped when Sue held up her hand.
“Quinn…this isn’t about one game, this is about all the games…” She said exasperated glancing between the two women.
“Quinn…you are no longer the only captain of the Titans…” She started keeping her hand up as Quinn began to interrupt her.
“Santana, you have given Q a hard time since you got here…so you are going to be captains with her…” She said letting the two take her words in before waving her hand.
“That is all…now get the hell out of my office.” She said and the two jump up and start to go out the door. Quinn stops and motions for Santana to go but the brunette shakes her head.
“No, please you first…” She says sarcasm dripping from her voice. Quinn growled stomping out of the office.
The two women headed off to the locker room only to be intercepted by their goalie, Tina Cohen-Chang.
“Quinn…I really think that you and Santana need to settle your differences before we are going to make it as a team.” She said. Quinn crossed her arms, as Santana kept going into the locker room.
"Is that so?" She asked as the timid girl nodded.
"Y...y...yes..." She said knowing that she was about to lose her nerve. "You do know that I could just bench you for the rest of the season?" She asked and Tina felt as she got a surge of confidence, gripping Quinn's arms and shoving her into the small locker room. Their center came running up, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she ran. "Are they in there?" She asked and Tina nodded.
"Yeah...if t...t...they don’t just get their tension out and j...j...just fuck...well then I sup...p...ose that I'm off the t...t...team." She said and Brittany smiled at her friend.
"I’m telling you, they are totally into each other...if they don’t fuck and make up...I'll um...I don’t know...eat my hat." She said having heard the expression before. Quinn began banging on the door, however no one...save for Santana could hear her on their side of the thick door.
"What the fuck is going on?" She asked and Quinn turned angrily.
"Well...because you are such a horrible bitch, Tina thinks that we n...n...need to work out our "differences".” Quinn said obviously making fun of their stuttering teammate. Santana looked at her annoyed.
“I’m the bitch…cause from what the others say…that title is exclusively yours.” She said. The slap came out of nowhere, catching Santana off guard. She brought her hand up to her cheek and looked at Quinn incredulously.
“I’m going to kill you…” She said launching herself at the blonde, tangling her fingers into the blonde’s mane. Quinn yelped as Santana whipped her around and into the metal lockers. The sound was loud enough that Brittany and Tina heard it from the other side.
“See…I told you…totally getting it on…” Brittany said with a self-satisfied smirk. Tina winced as she heard the clanging again.
“A…a…are you sure…cause that doesn’t s…s…sound like getting it…t… on.” She said and she watched as the blonde placed her ear to the door.
“Ahhhh…” Santana yelled as she felt the wayward soccer ball hit her in the leg. She gripped the blonde and pushed her against the locker room wall.
“Stop it you crazy bitch…” She insisted, feeling Quinn’s breathing increase from the closeness of the other woman.
“Stop it…” Santana said, softer this time and this time she rested her body against Quinn’s, this time the blonde didn’t try to buck her off. Santana leaned in and kissed the other girl…is…was a hard and deliberate kiss. At first Quinn wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but then it was like she just let go of everything and let her body take over.
“Oh yeah totally getting it on…” Brittany said with a smirk.
Quinn had Santana’s shirt off before she even said a single word, she didn’t know if it was the fight or if she had always wanted the other woman. All that she knew was that she needed the brunette’s body against her. Santana on the other hand, always knew that she was in love with the blonde. Their catty back and forth comments, to her were just her way of showing her that she did actually care.
“Tell me that you want me…” Santana said and Quinn couldn’t help a little bit of resistance.
“You first…” She said, expecting that the brunette would challenge her again. Instead she watched as Santana’s eyes softened and for the first time she relented.
“I want you…” She admitted and Quinn’s breath caught in her throat.
“Say it…” Santana challenged and Quinn shook her head.
“No…” She said and San leaned in and kissed her lips, slowly swirling her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Upon pulling back, Santana listened as Quinn exhaled.
“I want you…” She breathed, feeling as Santana’s hand made its way into her pants and past her panties.
Not one to be outdone Quinn gripped a hold Santana's pants and jerked them down Santana attempted to protest, but it was lost as Quinn brought her mouth up and they kissed deeply.
"Oh fuck…" Santana hissed as Quinn's fingers came into contact with her dripping center.
"Someone is a very naughty girl." Quinn said sliding her fingers deeper. Santana attempted to grind down on her lovers fingers but Quinn pulled down even further not allowing Santana the satisfaction.
"Shit, Q!" Santana exclaimed nearly losing her balance. The blonde moved her mouth close to Santana's ear.
"Tell me what you want baby?" She whispered and Santana sighed deeply feeling as her head fell back against the tiled wall.
"I need you…" She said and Quinn looked into her dark brown eyes.
"Where do you need me?" She asked as a smirk played on her lips.
"Inside me, please…deeper." Santana pleaded. Quinn couldn't resist that tone that Santana gave her.
"Oh God please Quinn." Santana begged and was met with three of Quinn's fingers buried deep inside her.
"You are so fucking wet." Quinn said curling her fingers just right to make Santana's knees go weak and she had to hold onto the blonde for support.
"I've got you…" Quinn said thrusting her fingers even deeper this time, once again curling and Santana calling out for release. Quinn brought her thumb and rubbed careful circles around the brunette's clit.
"Oh my God, yes baby right there!" Santana hissed out feeling as her hips instinctively bucked towards Quinn's hand. The blondes smirk spread as she pulled her fingers from Santana's body receiving a grunt of disapproval from the brunette.
"Baby, come on I'm so close…please." She said. Quinn dropped down to her knees and looked up at Santana with knowing eyes. The brunette smiled wide giving Quinn a nod to keep going. The feeling of Quinn's hands slide up the backs of her thighs resting firmly on her ass nearly made Santana cum. Quinn took her tongue and took a long swipe up Santana's dripping slit. Savoring the taste of her former rival’s essence…she never knew that a girl could taste that good. Moving upward until her strong muscle came into contact with Santana's clit, she latched onto the nub with her lips. Quinn sucked it into her mouth. Using her tongue she flicked and teased it as she listened to Santana come undone from above her. Quinn felt as her now lover’s hands came upon her shoulders for support as she allowed her to ride out her orgasm. Quinn detached from Santana's clit so that she could follow the trail of wetness that had begun to slide down from her opening. Santana felt as the warm tongue danced up her leg and dipped into her opening.
"Ohhh…fuck Quinn." Santana breathed setting her back flush against the wall, finally trusting the power of her own legs. Quinn moved up her lover’s body making sure to not break body contact with Santana. The brown eyes of the Latina shined with lust as she and Quinn’s lips came together in a slow, exploratory kiss. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The pair broke apart momentarily, looking at each other with guilt and possibly something more.
"What?" Santana called out in annoyance.
Rachel Berry, the team’s star forward stuck her head in, surprised to see her teammates in such a state of undress.
“I…um…well…we…” She stated and Quinn had enough.
“Spit it out Berry…or so help me God I will bench you for the rest of the season…” She said, unable to focus on little other than the pulsing that was making itself known between her legs.
“Well, I highly doubt that would happen…but I ah that is we…ah…just wanted to make sure that you two hadn’t killed each other…but apparently that wasn’t a problem…” She said ducking her head out of the locker room. Santana laughed, putting her head on Quinn’s shoulder.
“You want to get out of here?” She asked and Quinn nodded eagerly.
“Hell yes, I want to get you into a bed pronto…” She said fixing her clothes. Santana smirked.
“My turn…” She countered but Quinn rolled her eyes.
“Still its…Fabray one…Lopez zero.” She said and Santana couldn’t help but chuckle.
Author: Gleesdarklady
Written For: baconbreadstix
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Quinn/Santana- co captains of a sports team (not cheer leading) they always butt heads and it's hurting the team. the team forces them to confront their unresolved sexual tension
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Femslash, sex, hmmm...thats about it.
Mod Note: This request was sent out for pinch hit and received two fics.
Quinn Fabray backed into her coach’s office; she was butting heads with one of her best players…though it was nothing new with this particular player.
“And maybe next time you will pass me the fucking ball…” She said turning when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quinn smiled politely at Sue.
“I’ll be right with you coach…” She said when the other blonde shook her head.
“Come into my office Q, you too Santana…” She said to the Latina being yelled at. The blonde looked confused as to why Santana Lopez was being brought into her meeting with coach Sylvester, but tried to not let the brunette know this.
“Sure coach…” Santana said squeezing past Quinn so that her breasts were pressed into her back.
“S’cuse me Q…” She said making sure that her mouth was by her ear as she said ‘Q’. Quinn tried to not let the other girl ruffle her feathers, but it was getting increasingly hard. The two women had known each other since high school and been competing just as long. From everything from boys they both “liked” to the race they had coming out of the closet. (She still says that it was a tie, but Santana disputes this.) Quinn took a seat beside Santana as Sue crossed and paced in front of the two women.
“Last in the district, we are last in our district and I have my two best players screaming at each other in the middle of the locker room…” She said and Quinn immediately jumped on the defensive.
“Coach…if she had just passed me the ball today I would’ve gotten past that goalie…” She said but stopped when Sue held up her hand.
“Quinn…this isn’t about one game, this is about all the games…” She said exasperated glancing between the two women.
“Quinn…you are no longer the only captain of the Titans…” She started keeping her hand up as Quinn began to interrupt her.
“Santana, you have given Q a hard time since you got here…so you are going to be captains with her…” She said letting the two take her words in before waving her hand.
“That is all…now get the hell out of my office.” She said and the two jump up and start to go out the door. Quinn stops and motions for Santana to go but the brunette shakes her head.
“No, please you first…” She says sarcasm dripping from her voice. Quinn growled stomping out of the office.
The two women headed off to the locker room only to be intercepted by their goalie, Tina Cohen-Chang.
“Quinn…I really think that you and Santana need to settle your differences before we are going to make it as a team.” She said. Quinn crossed her arms, as Santana kept going into the locker room.
"Is that so?" She asked as the timid girl nodded.
"Y...y...yes..." She said knowing that she was about to lose her nerve. "You do know that I could just bench you for the rest of the season?" She asked and Tina felt as she got a surge of confidence, gripping Quinn's arms and shoving her into the small locker room. Their center came running up, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she ran. "Are they in there?" She asked and Tina nodded.
"Yeah...if t...t...they don’t just get their tension out and j...j...just fuck...well then I sup...p...ose that I'm off the t...t...team." She said and Brittany smiled at her friend.
"I’m telling you, they are totally into each other...if they don’t fuck and make up...I'll um...I don’t know...eat my hat." She said having heard the expression before. Quinn began banging on the door, however no one...save for Santana could hear her on their side of the thick door.
"What the fuck is going on?" She asked and Quinn turned angrily.
"Well...because you are such a horrible bitch, Tina thinks that we n...n...need to work out our "differences".” Quinn said obviously making fun of their stuttering teammate. Santana looked at her annoyed.
“I’m the bitch…cause from what the others say…that title is exclusively yours.” She said. The slap came out of nowhere, catching Santana off guard. She brought her hand up to her cheek and looked at Quinn incredulously.
“I’m going to kill you…” She said launching herself at the blonde, tangling her fingers into the blonde’s mane. Quinn yelped as Santana whipped her around and into the metal lockers. The sound was loud enough that Brittany and Tina heard it from the other side.
“See…I told you…totally getting it on…” Brittany said with a self-satisfied smirk. Tina winced as she heard the clanging again.
“A…a…are you sure…cause that doesn’t s…s…sound like getting it…t… on.” She said and she watched as the blonde placed her ear to the door.
“Ahhhh…” Santana yelled as she felt the wayward soccer ball hit her in the leg. She gripped the blonde and pushed her against the locker room wall.
“Stop it you crazy bitch…” She insisted, feeling Quinn’s breathing increase from the closeness of the other woman.
“Stop it…” Santana said, softer this time and this time she rested her body against Quinn’s, this time the blonde didn’t try to buck her off. Santana leaned in and kissed the other girl…is…was a hard and deliberate kiss. At first Quinn wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but then it was like she just let go of everything and let her body take over.
“Oh yeah totally getting it on…” Brittany said with a smirk.
Quinn had Santana’s shirt off before she even said a single word, she didn’t know if it was the fight or if she had always wanted the other woman. All that she knew was that she needed the brunette’s body against her. Santana on the other hand, always knew that she was in love with the blonde. Their catty back and forth comments, to her were just her way of showing her that she did actually care.
“Tell me that you want me…” Santana said and Quinn couldn’t help a little bit of resistance.
“You first…” She said, expecting that the brunette would challenge her again. Instead she watched as Santana’s eyes softened and for the first time she relented.
“I want you…” She admitted and Quinn’s breath caught in her throat.
“Say it…” Santana challenged and Quinn shook her head.
“No…” She said and San leaned in and kissed her lips, slowly swirling her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Upon pulling back, Santana listened as Quinn exhaled.
“I want you…” She breathed, feeling as Santana’s hand made its way into her pants and past her panties.
Not one to be outdone Quinn gripped a hold Santana's pants and jerked them down Santana attempted to protest, but it was lost as Quinn brought her mouth up and they kissed deeply.
"Oh fuck…" Santana hissed as Quinn's fingers came into contact with her dripping center.
"Someone is a very naughty girl." Quinn said sliding her fingers deeper. Santana attempted to grind down on her lovers fingers but Quinn pulled down even further not allowing Santana the satisfaction.
"Shit, Q!" Santana exclaimed nearly losing her balance. The blonde moved her mouth close to Santana's ear.
"Tell me what you want baby?" She whispered and Santana sighed deeply feeling as her head fell back against the tiled wall.
"I need you…" She said and Quinn looked into her dark brown eyes.
"Where do you need me?" She asked as a smirk played on her lips.
"Inside me, please…deeper." Santana pleaded. Quinn couldn't resist that tone that Santana gave her.
"Oh God please Quinn." Santana begged and was met with three of Quinn's fingers buried deep inside her.
"You are so fucking wet." Quinn said curling her fingers just right to make Santana's knees go weak and she had to hold onto the blonde for support.
"I've got you…" Quinn said thrusting her fingers even deeper this time, once again curling and Santana calling out for release. Quinn brought her thumb and rubbed careful circles around the brunette's clit.
"Oh my God, yes baby right there!" Santana hissed out feeling as her hips instinctively bucked towards Quinn's hand. The blondes smirk spread as she pulled her fingers from Santana's body receiving a grunt of disapproval from the brunette.
"Baby, come on I'm so close…please." She said. Quinn dropped down to her knees and looked up at Santana with knowing eyes. The brunette smiled wide giving Quinn a nod to keep going. The feeling of Quinn's hands slide up the backs of her thighs resting firmly on her ass nearly made Santana cum. Quinn took her tongue and took a long swipe up Santana's dripping slit. Savoring the taste of her former rival’s essence…she never knew that a girl could taste that good. Moving upward until her strong muscle came into contact with Santana's clit, she latched onto the nub with her lips. Quinn sucked it into her mouth. Using her tongue she flicked and teased it as she listened to Santana come undone from above her. Quinn felt as her now lover’s hands came upon her shoulders for support as she allowed her to ride out her orgasm. Quinn detached from Santana's clit so that she could follow the trail of wetness that had begun to slide down from her opening. Santana felt as the warm tongue danced up her leg and dipped into her opening.
"Ohhh…fuck Quinn." Santana breathed setting her back flush against the wall, finally trusting the power of her own legs. Quinn moved up her lover’s body making sure to not break body contact with Santana. The brown eyes of the Latina shined with lust as she and Quinn’s lips came together in a slow, exploratory kiss. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The pair broke apart momentarily, looking at each other with guilt and possibly something more.
"What?" Santana called out in annoyance.
Rachel Berry, the team’s star forward stuck her head in, surprised to see her teammates in such a state of undress.
“I…um…well…we…” She stated and Quinn had enough.
“Spit it out Berry…or so help me God I will bench you for the rest of the season…” She said, unable to focus on little other than the pulsing that was making itself known between her legs.
“Well, I highly doubt that would happen…but I ah that is we…ah…just wanted to make sure that you two hadn’t killed each other…but apparently that wasn’t a problem…” She said ducking her head out of the locker room. Santana laughed, putting her head on Quinn’s shoulder.
“You want to get out of here?” She asked and Quinn nodded eagerly.
“Hell yes, I want to get you into a bed pronto…” She said fixing her clothes. Santana smirked.
“My turn…” She countered but Quinn rolled her eyes.
“Still its…Fabray one…Lopez zero.” She said and Santana couldn’t help but chuckle.