with a little help from a friend - part twelve
Title: With a Little Help from a Friend
Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1943
Summary: Santana's answer.
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight
part nine, part ten, part eleven
From: Lopez
You said 'yes' via txt. So am I. I want to be long-term with you, committed. No fucking around.
From: Fabgay
Dorm, now. Emergency.
Santana frowned. It was unlike Quinn to send such an impersonal text, especially after Santana's kind of important one, but the content of course indicated that something was wrong. Without caring about all the others staring at her, she grabbed her stuff and made a beeline for the exit. She nearly ran all the way to the dorm.
As soon as she opened the door, she was pinned against it and someone was tugging at the hem of her blouse, kissing her furiously at the same time. Santana put her hand on her shoulders and pushed her back a little.
"Quinn? What's going on? What's the emergency?" Santana asked, searching for Quinn's eyes. However, Quinn was too busy raking said eyes all over Santana's body.
"I need you," Quinn muttered. "It's been three fucking days and it's driving me insane, I need to fuck you now. We also have to celebrate."
She didn't wait for a response and shoved the blouse off, her hands immediately reaching for the clasp of Santana's bra. Santana stopped her by putting her hands on her roommate's arms.
"Quinn! You can't call me out of a lecture just because you're horny!"
"I kind of just did, though." Quinn moved her arms to swat Santana's hand away and unclasped her bra, dropping it on the floor. She actually growled. Her hands immediately went for Santana's breasts, palming them.
She took a step closer, wrapping her lips around one nipple and tweaking the other. Santana was still catching up with the fact that Quinn had really just called her out of class for this. She wasn't complaining, but that emergency thing - what if next time it was a real one? She bit back a moan when Quinn's tongue flicked over her hard nipple. She yelped when Quinn sucked and bit it.
"Quinn - you said there was an emergency," she uttered.
Quinn sighed, rolled her eyes, grabbed Santana's hand and put it between her legs so that Santana could feel the wetness through her shorts. "I'd call this an emergency. Three days. How the fuck was I supposed to wait? Now shut up and let me take you."
Quinn quickly unbottoned Santana's jeans and slipped her hand inside, rubbing over her panties roughly. She tugged the pair of jeans down and yanked Santana's panties off, nearly ripping them in the process. She grabbed her and dragged her to her bed, pushing her down roughly before straddling her. Santana stopped her when she tried to attack her neck.
"Quinn, what is going on with you?" she asked, genuinely worried.
"The fuck, Santana? Really? Since when do you not just go with sex and not question it?"
"Since I care about the person I'm doing it with."
"Look, that's very nice, but I haven't had you in three days and I just had a very vivid sex dream and I swear to God if you don't let me fuck your brains out now someone will die!" She pushed her hips down on Santana's to emphasize her point and the brunette couldn't suppress a moan.
Quinn pulled her own tank top over her head and Santana's mouth started to water. She flipped them over so that she was on top. She was about to pull Quinn's shorts down when Quinn flipped them over again.
"I need you first," Quinn panted. "Now spread your legs or you'll regret it."
Santana didn't know if she was scared or aroused, but she obeyed. Quinn slipped her middle finger between her folds and circled her clit. Santana threw her head back and moaned. She reached for Quinn's shorts and tore them off, quickly cupping her sex and frowning at the wetness she found. Holy shit. Santana's never known her this wet, this ready.
Quinn gasped and thrust her hips into Santana's hand, hoping to cause friction. She slipped two fingers inside Santana, biting her lip as she started pumping hard and fast. Santana lifted her hips into the touch, moving along with the motions, following the same rhythm as she plunged three fingers inside Quinn effortlessly.
Soon, the only sounds that filled the dorm are those of heavy panting and uttural groans. Quinn moved her hips like she wanted to take Santana's entire fucking hand, slamming her own hand as deep as possible.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Quinn exclaimed as she felt her walls clenching around Santana's fingers. She came long and hard, waves rippling through her body. The feeling of Quinn coming, the sight and sound of it, sent Santana over the edge as well with a loud curse in Spanish.
"Wow," Santana breathed, extracting her hand and licking it clean eagerly. She tried to pull Quinn down to lie with her, but Quinn wouldn't have it.
"I'm not done with you yet," Quinn whispered, letting her hands roam Santana's body. Before Santana knew what was happening, Quinn had flipped her so that she was lying on her stomach. Quinn felt up her ass, kneading it softly in her hands.
"Quinn, what are you - OH FUCK!"
Quinn had entered her from behind - three fingers. She used her other hand to grab Santana's shoulder and pull her up so that she could bite down on her neck.
"So sexy," Quinn muttered when Santana moved her body in an attempt to make her fingers go deeper. Quinn enjoyed Santana's erratic movements, her heavy breathing, her groans and moans. She twisted her wrist slightly and Santana nearly lost it. Quinn rubbed her finger over Santana's most sensitive spot, applying a fair amount of pressure.
Santana came loud and fell silent. "Holy fuck," was all she could say.
Quinn smiled and turned her girlfriend around again. She draped herself over her body, propping herself up on an elbow, lazily kissing Santana. She trailed her kisses to her chest, enjoying herself by licking, sucking, nibbling, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Santana was too out of it and was only vaguely aware of the pressure it brought. She felt Quinn's tongue move down her stomach, then all over her clit. Quinn sucked on it, nibbled. Santana's body reacted automatically and she canted her hips upwards. Quinn licked down until she reached her entrance, sliding her tongue inside expertly. She brought her hands to Santana's ass and pushed it up, allowing her tongue to slide in deeper. It didn't take much pumping for Santana to come for the third time in a row.
Santana groaned deeply. For the first time ever after sex, she fell asleep. Quinn grinned, mentally patting herself on the back. She took in the image before her - a naked, sweaty, thoroughly fucked Santana Lopez with sex hair and sex everything. Quinn decided she couldn't let this pass and stood up to fetch her camera, trying out a few angles. Not taking any chances, she immediately plugged it into her computer, saving them in a password-protected folder and deleting them from the camera.
"Uuuh - FUCK - y-yes - shit - holy - there - more - harder - harder - holy motherfucker - holy mother of god - Uh - SHIT - right there - right - almost - I'm close - s-so close - SWEET BABY JESUS YESSSSS - F-Fu-ck - Santanaaaaa!"
Santana just loved how vocal and loud Quinn was. She didn't pity the others on their corridor because hey, Quinn is hot as hell and especially when she's having an intense orgasm with the help of Santana and her talented tongue.
Santana licked Quinn's slit one last time and looked up, grinning. She licked her lips and moaned at the lingering taste before kissing Quinn's lips and lying down next to her.
"You - I -" Quinn tried. She swallowed and attempted to even her breathing. "When you do that thing with your tongue... just the thought..." She groaned, closing her eyes.
"Glad you feel that way," Santana smirked.
"If I'd known that us going really official would lead to such amazing sex, I'd have asked it sooner," Quinn sighed.
"I love our stamina. I guess being a cheerleader in high school has its perks beyond high school life."
"We've been going at it for how many hours now?"
"I lost count."
"I'm hungry."
"Well, I can think of-"
"Don't," Quinn rolled her eyes. "I don't think my body can take another orgasm."
"Want me to test it for you."
"That's very kind of you, but I'm afraid I'll have to refuse," Quinn said playfully.
"Okay. So, food. Can you walk?"
"No."
"Shit. Neither can I."
"So we'll starve because we had too much sex?"
"Hey, you knew what you got yourself into when you agreed to become my girlfriend."
"I have an idea. Give me my phone."
Santana didn't question her always genius girlfriend and just did as she asked. "Grab some clothes," Quinn said while pressing a few buttons. She brought the phone to her ear.
"Tina! Hey, it's Quinn. How are you? Awesome! Yeah. Well, you know her. Uh-huh. Mhm. Seriously? Wow. But, uhm... listen, Santana and I kind of have a problem. We... uhm... we stumbled and we both fell and now we can't walk but we're very hungry. Can you like bring us some food? Yeah? Great. I'll open the door."
Santana smiled, dragging her fingers through Quinn's blonde locks. "I like the way you think."
They both tossed on a shirt, panties and shorts. It actually nearly took Quinn until Tina's arrival to reach the door, unlock it and crawl back into bed.
Tina arrived, bearing two pizzas. She scrunched up her nose as soon as she entered the room. "Fuck, you guys!"
"That would be accurate," Santana said dryly.
"You stumbled, huh," Tina muttered. "Okay, this is really gross. I'm just going to leave now and pretend that I didn't deliver food to you guys because you fucked each other until you couldn't walk."
"You love us, though," Quinn said, opening a box and taking a slice of pizza.
"I'd love to chat, but the smell... see you later."
"Thanks, Tina!" Quinn shouted as the girl left them.
A few seconds later, she was back. "For christ's sake, open a window," she advised before disappearing again.
"Tina's really cool, actually," Santana said, her mouth full of pizza. Quinn gave her a stern look that honestly really turned Santana on. "We should hang out with her more," the brunette continued.
"Well, we do see her more ever since the green dress party."
"Yeah, you couldn't keep your hands off me, could you?"
"'s your fault. You're ridiculously hot."
"Wanna go again?"
"Can we at least finish our pizza? And besides, I'm tired as fuck."
Before she realized what was happening, Santana was nibbling on her nipple. Quinn couldn't help but think that only with Santana she'd be eating pizza and being pleased like that at the same time like it was no big deal. The actual hunger for food seemed to win and Santana went back to the pizza.
When they were finished, Santana threw the empty boxes in a corner and before Quinn could protest, she was shut up with a lazy, deep kiss.
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Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1943
Summary: Santana's answer.
_______
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight
part nine, part ten, part eleven
From: Lopez
You said 'yes' via txt. So am I. I want to be long-term with you, committed. No fucking around.
From: Fabgay
Dorm, now. Emergency.
Santana frowned. It was unlike Quinn to send such an impersonal text, especially after Santana's kind of important one, but the content of course indicated that something was wrong. Without caring about all the others staring at her, she grabbed her stuff and made a beeline for the exit. She nearly ran all the way to the dorm.
As soon as she opened the door, she was pinned against it and someone was tugging at the hem of her blouse, kissing her furiously at the same time. Santana put her hand on her shoulders and pushed her back a little.
"Quinn? What's going on? What's the emergency?" Santana asked, searching for Quinn's eyes. However, Quinn was too busy raking said eyes all over Santana's body.
"I need you," Quinn muttered. "It's been three fucking days and it's driving me insane, I need to fuck you now. We also have to celebrate."
She didn't wait for a response and shoved the blouse off, her hands immediately reaching for the clasp of Santana's bra. Santana stopped her by putting her hands on her roommate's arms.
"Quinn! You can't call me out of a lecture just because you're horny!"
"I kind of just did, though." Quinn moved her arms to swat Santana's hand away and unclasped her bra, dropping it on the floor. She actually growled. Her hands immediately went for Santana's breasts, palming them.
She took a step closer, wrapping her lips around one nipple and tweaking the other. Santana was still catching up with the fact that Quinn had really just called her out of class for this. She wasn't complaining, but that emergency thing - what if next time it was a real one? She bit back a moan when Quinn's tongue flicked over her hard nipple. She yelped when Quinn sucked and bit it.
"Quinn - you said there was an emergency," she uttered.
Quinn sighed, rolled her eyes, grabbed Santana's hand and put it between her legs so that Santana could feel the wetness through her shorts. "I'd call this an emergency. Three days. How the fuck was I supposed to wait? Now shut up and let me take you."
Quinn quickly unbottoned Santana's jeans and slipped her hand inside, rubbing over her panties roughly. She tugged the pair of jeans down and yanked Santana's panties off, nearly ripping them in the process. She grabbed her and dragged her to her bed, pushing her down roughly before straddling her. Santana stopped her when she tried to attack her neck.
"Quinn, what is going on with you?" she asked, genuinely worried.
"The fuck, Santana? Really? Since when do you not just go with sex and not question it?"
"Since I care about the person I'm doing it with."
"Look, that's very nice, but I haven't had you in three days and I just had a very vivid sex dream and I swear to God if you don't let me fuck your brains out now someone will die!" She pushed her hips down on Santana's to emphasize her point and the brunette couldn't suppress a moan.
Quinn pulled her own tank top over her head and Santana's mouth started to water. She flipped them over so that she was on top. She was about to pull Quinn's shorts down when Quinn flipped them over again.
"I need you first," Quinn panted. "Now spread your legs or you'll regret it."
Santana didn't know if she was scared or aroused, but she obeyed. Quinn slipped her middle finger between her folds and circled her clit. Santana threw her head back and moaned. She reached for Quinn's shorts and tore them off, quickly cupping her sex and frowning at the wetness she found. Holy shit. Santana's never known her this wet, this ready.
Quinn gasped and thrust her hips into Santana's hand, hoping to cause friction. She slipped two fingers inside Santana, biting her lip as she started pumping hard and fast. Santana lifted her hips into the touch, moving along with the motions, following the same rhythm as she plunged three fingers inside Quinn effortlessly.
Soon, the only sounds that filled the dorm are those of heavy panting and uttural groans. Quinn moved her hips like she wanted to take Santana's entire fucking hand, slamming her own hand as deep as possible.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Quinn exclaimed as she felt her walls clenching around Santana's fingers. She came long and hard, waves rippling through her body. The feeling of Quinn coming, the sight and sound of it, sent Santana over the edge as well with a loud curse in Spanish.
"Wow," Santana breathed, extracting her hand and licking it clean eagerly. She tried to pull Quinn down to lie with her, but Quinn wouldn't have it.
"I'm not done with you yet," Quinn whispered, letting her hands roam Santana's body. Before Santana knew what was happening, Quinn had flipped her so that she was lying on her stomach. Quinn felt up her ass, kneading it softly in her hands.
"Quinn, what are you - OH FUCK!"
Quinn had entered her from behind - three fingers. She used her other hand to grab Santana's shoulder and pull her up so that she could bite down on her neck.
"So sexy," Quinn muttered when Santana moved her body in an attempt to make her fingers go deeper. Quinn enjoyed Santana's erratic movements, her heavy breathing, her groans and moans. She twisted her wrist slightly and Santana nearly lost it. Quinn rubbed her finger over Santana's most sensitive spot, applying a fair amount of pressure.
Santana came loud and fell silent. "Holy fuck," was all she could say.
Quinn smiled and turned her girlfriend around again. She draped herself over her body, propping herself up on an elbow, lazily kissing Santana. She trailed her kisses to her chest, enjoying herself by licking, sucking, nibbling, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Santana was too out of it and was only vaguely aware of the pressure it brought. She felt Quinn's tongue move down her stomach, then all over her clit. Quinn sucked on it, nibbled. Santana's body reacted automatically and she canted her hips upwards. Quinn licked down until she reached her entrance, sliding her tongue inside expertly. She brought her hands to Santana's ass and pushed it up, allowing her tongue to slide in deeper. It didn't take much pumping for Santana to come for the third time in a row.
Santana groaned deeply. For the first time ever after sex, she fell asleep. Quinn grinned, mentally patting herself on the back. She took in the image before her - a naked, sweaty, thoroughly fucked Santana Lopez with sex hair and sex everything. Quinn decided she couldn't let this pass and stood up to fetch her camera, trying out a few angles. Not taking any chances, she immediately plugged it into her computer, saving them in a password-protected folder and deleting them from the camera.
"Uuuh - FUCK - y-yes - shit - holy - there - more - harder - harder - holy motherfucker - holy mother of god - Uh - SHIT - right there - right - almost - I'm close - s-so close - SWEET BABY JESUS YESSSSS - F-Fu-ck - Santanaaaaa!"
Santana just loved how vocal and loud Quinn was. She didn't pity the others on their corridor because hey, Quinn is hot as hell and especially when she's having an intense orgasm with the help of Santana and her talented tongue.
Santana licked Quinn's slit one last time and looked up, grinning. She licked her lips and moaned at the lingering taste before kissing Quinn's lips and lying down next to her.
"You - I -" Quinn tried. She swallowed and attempted to even her breathing. "When you do that thing with your tongue... just the thought..." She groaned, closing her eyes.
"Glad you feel that way," Santana smirked.
"If I'd known that us going really official would lead to such amazing sex, I'd have asked it sooner," Quinn sighed.
"I love our stamina. I guess being a cheerleader in high school has its perks beyond high school life."
"We've been going at it for how many hours now?"
"I lost count."
"I'm hungry."
"Well, I can think of-"
"Don't," Quinn rolled her eyes. "I don't think my body can take another orgasm."
"Want me to test it for you."
"That's very kind of you, but I'm afraid I'll have to refuse," Quinn said playfully.
"Okay. So, food. Can you walk?"
"No."
"Shit. Neither can I."
"So we'll starve because we had too much sex?"
"Hey, you knew what you got yourself into when you agreed to become my girlfriend."
"I have an idea. Give me my phone."
Santana didn't question her always genius girlfriend and just did as she asked. "Grab some clothes," Quinn said while pressing a few buttons. She brought the phone to her ear.
"Tina! Hey, it's Quinn. How are you? Awesome! Yeah. Well, you know her. Uh-huh. Mhm. Seriously? Wow. But, uhm... listen, Santana and I kind of have a problem. We... uhm... we stumbled and we both fell and now we can't walk but we're very hungry. Can you like bring us some food? Yeah? Great. I'll open the door."
Santana smiled, dragging her fingers through Quinn's blonde locks. "I like the way you think."
They both tossed on a shirt, panties and shorts. It actually nearly took Quinn until Tina's arrival to reach the door, unlock it and crawl back into bed.
Tina arrived, bearing two pizzas. She scrunched up her nose as soon as she entered the room. "Fuck, you guys!"
"That would be accurate," Santana said dryly.
"You stumbled, huh," Tina muttered. "Okay, this is really gross. I'm just going to leave now and pretend that I didn't deliver food to you guys because you fucked each other until you couldn't walk."
"You love us, though," Quinn said, opening a box and taking a slice of pizza.
"I'd love to chat, but the smell... see you later."
"Thanks, Tina!" Quinn shouted as the girl left them.
A few seconds later, she was back. "For christ's sake, open a window," she advised before disappearing again.
"Tina's really cool, actually," Santana said, her mouth full of pizza. Quinn gave her a stern look that honestly really turned Santana on. "We should hang out with her more," the brunette continued.
"Well, we do see her more ever since the green dress party."
"Yeah, you couldn't keep your hands off me, could you?"
"'s your fault. You're ridiculously hot."
"Wanna go again?"
"Can we at least finish our pizza? And besides, I'm tired as fuck."
Before she realized what was happening, Santana was nibbling on her nipple. Quinn couldn't help but think that only with Santana she'd be eating pizza and being pleased like that at the same time like it was no big deal. The actual hunger for food seemed to win and Santana went back to the pizza.
When they were finished, Santana threw the empty boxes in a corner and before Quinn could protest, she was shut up with a lazy, deep kiss.
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