The Way To Each Other - Chapter Twenty-Nine
Title: The Way To Each Other
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: Epic (230,271)
Spoilers: This is AU. Some mentions of Seasons 1 & 2 events though handled differently than in canon.
Pairing: Santana/Quinn
Summary: Santana's life is far harder than it appears to the average viewer. Her dad's in jail and her mom turns tricks in their old family home. Worst yet, Santana herself has to do the same to keep her mom alive and food in her belly. Can Quinn save her? Or will Quinn's domineering father ruin everything? For the Glee Bang
Warnings (highlight to read): talks of suicide, angst, language, graphic het and femslash sex, non-con, dub-con, oral, vaginal, anal, pedophilia, sex work, underage prostitution, abuse, violence sexual and non, minor character death, self-harm, drug use, disease - HIV
Chapter 29
With Cindy and Santana busy out in the barns and Rebecca down in her office busy with patients for the next few hours, Quinn found herself in the room that was more shared with Santana than her own. She looked out the window at the snow covered barn, her fingers lightly brushing back the heavy curtain that did a fairly good job of keeping out the cold if not the light. A blush spread over her cheeks as she thought again about the activity she'd been considering ever since an awkward conversation marked with much blushing with Cindy.
She let the curtains fall back over the window as she turned back to the bed. Taking a deep breath, she carefully undid the buttons of her shirt and slid it off along with her bra. Undoing her jeans with a blush, almost unable to believe what she was about to attempt, she slid them and her panties over her hips, stepping out to leave herself completely nude.
She sat on the bed with a racing heart, a nervous blush spreading over cheeks and chest. Lying back she brought up her hands to cup and squeeze her breasts, thumbs tentatively sliding up to brush over her slowly hardening nipples. The move sent jolts straight down to between her thighs and she gasped. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Santana touching her like that, remembering the time they'd been together on the shore of the pond, the other girl exploring her nude upper body with hands and mouth.
She whimpered softly, eyes still closed, as she caught a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed, trying to recreate the feeling of Santana's mouth. Her other hand rolled roughly over her breast, the tip hard against her palm. Eventually, frustrated by not enough stimulation, she did what Santana had not, sliding her right hand down from her breast, palm skidding over her stomach to cup her damp core. Her eyes still tightly shut trying to imagine her hands belonged to her girlfriend, she carefully slid a finger between her folds, letting out a shocked gasp at how wet she was, her breath strangling in her throat as her probing finger brushed her clit where it was peeking out of its hood.
Santana had finished up her chores and gone to find Quinn to see if she wanted to play in the snow with her. She headed up to their room, patting Toast on the head where he was sleeping on her bed when she ducked into her bedroom and shucked off her coat and her barn clothing. She put on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed over to Quinn's room. She scrunched her face up when she saw the door closed - it was only ever closed when Quinn took a nap. Seeing the perfect time to cuddle, Santana carefully slid the door open and headed inside, taking care to be quiet as possible to avoid waking her girlfriend. She heard a slight gasp and whimper before she shut the door silently. She turned around and froze. Quinn was laying on the bed, her knees drawn up and her hand working slowly between her legs. Santana's eyes widened and she realized her girlfriend was masturbating.
Quinn was too caught in her fantasy to realize that she'd gained an audience. Her hips swiveled, trying to get the pressure she needed where she needed it. She spread her legs wider with a soft whimper, her fingers tentatively circling the stiff bud of her clit with one and pinching and rolling her increasingly sensitive nipple with the other. She hooked an ankle over the side of the bed, spreading her legs even wider as she worked at herself, fingers, core and thighs glistening with moisture, her motions causing a soft wet sound to fill the room. She groaned and pressed up into her hand, unaware that she was putting her most intimate self on display.
"Santana," she whimpered, eyes still closed as she tugged on herself, "oh God yes..."
"Dios," Santana whispered, her body instinctively moving closer. She stood at the end of the bed watching lithe fingers slide in and out of her lover's sopping core. Her brown eyes followed moisture trickling from the hole being penetrated, down the cleft of Quinn's pussy and onto the bedspread. Her nose was tickled by the heady scent of arousal as she moved to sit on the bed near Quinn's feet so she didn't pass out from the blood pumping quickly through her body.
Quinn whimpered with frustration as penetrating herself with one finger wasn't enough to push the edge she was approaching any closer. She planted her feet on the bed and pushed up, twisting her wrist as she pulled out until she could slide a second finger inside, shivering as she felt herself stretching around the second digit. She was rougher with her breasts, pinching and tugging at the nipple so hard the skin pulled away from her body, trying desperately to get the feeling of Santana's teeth and lips back.
The voyeuristic girl moaned slightly loudly as she witnessed Quinn slide a second finger into herself. "Q-quinn?" She panted, her breath not able to catch up to how her body was feeling. "A-are you thinking about me?" She whispered as she gently ran her finger over Quinn's ankle. She needed something to ground her, she needed something to hold onto to make her remember that she was really watching Quinn pleasuring herself.
Quinn's eyes shot open and she blushed heavily, moving to try and pull out of herself and cover her naked, aroused body. "W-what...? S-San?" She looked nervous, afraid Santana would think she was disgusting doing what she was doing.
Santana's hand quickly grabbed Quinn's wrist and kept it pressing into herself. "Please don't stop." She whispered, "I... I want to watch..."
Quinn blushed even deeper, but she nodded slowly. Keeping her eyes locked with Santana, she started moving in herself again, shivering to feel Santana's hand pressing on her wrist almost as if she was making her touch herself. "I...I...you're not grossed out?"
Santana shook her head no and moved her hand up to rest on Quinn's thigh, pushing the girl's legs apart more so she could sit in-between them more and watch. Her eyes were locked on Quinn's core, she bit her lip as she concentrated on each movement. "D-do you do this..." she swallowed, looking up with her eyes black with desire, "do you do this a lot?"
Quinn blushed darkly as she shook her head, fingers still moving tentatively within her with a wet sound, "F-first time...didn't think I'd get," she gasped softly as the tip of her finger brushed a special spot inside, "c-caught..."
"You look so amazing," She whispered as she pressed a soft kiss to Quinn's knee cap. "I... I want to keep watching. Can... Can I watch while you.. touch yourself?" She asked softly as she folded her hands in her lap and dropped her eyes back to the source of the delectable scent that had Santana licking her lips.
"I...I," Quinn trembled under Santana's eyes, her body starting to feel like electric fire tracing through her veins as the girl watched her. She blushed heavily, her voice soft, "y-yes..." She stroked herself, watching Santana and letting herself feel her girlfriend's appreciation of her body for a little while. After a bit, her arousal plateauing, she licked her lips and looked cautiously at Santana, "W-will you," she whispered, looking uncertain, "talk to me? T-tell me what to do?"
The other girl nodded nervously, "O-okay." she looked over Quinn's body and saw her left hand resting under her breast, the breast that Santana knew how it tasted and how it felt between her lips. "Can.. Can you touch your breast. Like.. I like did by the lake?" She whispered her voice getting caught in her throat.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat and she laid back on the bed, her legs spread and fingers stroking between them as she moved her hand away from her breast. She watched Santana as she nodded nervously, "P-please…I can't like you. I've been trying."
She looked at Quinn's chest for a second before moving to sit on the side of the blonde and she put a shaking hand on her stomach. "Okay." Santana whispered, "I can help." She pulled her hair back in her hand and leaned forward and poked the tip of her tongue out against the hard peak. She looked up to her girlfriend’s eyes and the wrapped her lips around it.
Quinn gasped and arched her back. That was the feeling she'd been searching for. She let out a low moan as a fresh burst of arousal hit between her legs, flooding her hand as she slowly picked up speed. She spread her legs wider to try and push deeper. Groaning in frustration, she pulled out of herself and twisted her wrist, sliding three fingers into her body, her palm slapping against her clit, sending electric jolts through her. She brought her hand up to her free breast again, pinching and wringing the nipple as she writhed against her fingers, panting as her body pushed faster and faster towards climax.
A groan slipped out of Santana's throat as she swiped her tongue in tight circles around the pert nipple. She sucked in and pulled her lips away with a loud pop. She licked it again before she bit her gently.
Quinn whined sharply as her back arched up off of the bed at the bite, her body clenching hard around her fingers. A warm fluid poured out of her, giving her the awful feeling she'd wet the bed. "Oh God," she whimpered, waiting for her body to stop fluttering around her fingers and her walls to loosen before she pulled out.
Santana pulled away and rested her head over Quinn's heart. She felt it beating faster than anything she'd ever heard before. She watched as dripping fingers came into view, "Cool." She whispered in awe of what she just watched Quinn's body experience.
Quinn was embarrassed, wiping her fingers disgustedly off on the bed that she'd have to change the sheets on. She couldn't believe she'd wet the bed and her cheeks burned with humiliation that Santana had seen. "I...I want to get cleaned up." She started moving to get up, shaky with the aftermath of her orgasm but feeling gross with what she thought was urine drying on her thighs.
"Wh-whats wrong?" she asked, looking worriedly at Quinn. "Did you get hurt?" she sat up on her knees and noticed the wet patch on the blankets. "Oh, we need to wash the sheets anyway. No big deal." She smiled and hopped off the bed, her body still tingling. "That just means you had a really good orgasm, I think." She said as came over to Quinn. "Thank you... for letting me help." she said softly as she reached out to hold her girlfriend’s hands.
Quinn looked at Santana's hands then at hers, disgusting with fluids still clinging in some places. She wiped them on the sheets again, trying to scrub it off before reaching out to take Santana's. She tried to push down her embarrassment and smile up at Santana. "I'm glad you helped," she whispered, "I just...I want a shower. I'm all... sticky."
With an excited gleam in her eye, Santana nodded and leaned up to press a kiss to Quinn's lips. "You shower and I'll put this stuff in the washer, okay?"
Quinn smiled lopsidedly. "Thanks, San." She leaned over and kissed her softly before getting up and gathering up her clothes. She paused in the door and glanced back at Santana with a shy smile, "I love you." She hurried down the hall to the bathroom, the soft sound of the door shutting and water turning on filtering back to the bedroom.
Santana quickly stripped the bed, enjoying the sweet scent that same off the sheets. She slipped into the laundry room and separated the sheets from the blanket. She didn't notice Cindy peek her head in.
"Laundry day?" she asked as she saw Santana shoving the yellow sheets into the washer."
"Uh-huh." Santana responded, before pushing the blanket in and putting soap in the large capacity washer.
Cindy leaned against the door, taking in Santana's slightly flushed cheeks and mussed appearance. "I could have sworn I saw Quinn in here washing those sheets just a couple days ago," she teased.
The teen shrugged, "Interesting," she said as she fixed the temperature and looked for a way she could get out of the small room without being completely rude to her adoptive parent.
Cindy watched Santana for a moment. "You know that there's nothing wrong with being...ah, intimate with yourself, Santana, right? It's perfectly healthy and a way for you to find out how you like to be touched before you're, um...intimate with anyone else."
"What?" Santana exclaimed, "No... No, I don't... I didn't even know... Quinn..." Santana realized that she just outted that she just caught Quinn touching herself and she watched. "Oops."
Cindy raised a brow, but decided not to venture down the road Santana had opened the gate on. "There's nothing wrong with it, Santana, really. And if thinking about your girl helps, well then good for you." She nodded at the washer with a little smirk, "Get things a bit messy and trying to keep Quinn from knowing you got off where you girls sleep?"
"No… messy?" she scrunched her face up, "No… Quinn she was, and she got uncomfortable when she… I just watched." Santana bit her lip and scuffed her feet against the floor. "Don't tell, Quinn!"
Cindy sighed and glanced out the door to make sure no one was near. "Santana, look. If you and Quinn are comfortable and want to do things with each other, then the only thing I'm concerned with is that you're careful with each other. However, much as I love you both, I don't want to be thinking about you two having sex, okay? I was trying to give you an out and talk without involving Quinn, but that's okay."
She moved a little closer to Santana. "So, Quinn was... touching herself? And you found her and wanted to watch? That's okay. You two love each other and there's nothing wrong with exploring. Why do you think she was uncomfortable? Because you were watching?"
"No, no." Santana shook her head and lifted herself up on the dryer and she ran her hand through her hair. "Like. Everything was fine, she like got really into it and everything went great until she came and got really weird and went to take a shower." Santana shrugged and looked at the washing machine. "She like wet the sheets and I think she was nervous."
"She wet the..." Cindy looked confused for a second then brightened as it connected. "Oh! She squirted? Just from you watching?" She looked impressed, "Damn, you really are my daughter, aren't you," she teased with a smirk for a second, "It's surprising considering she gave me the impression she'd never touched herself before when we talked, but nothing wrong with it."
"She said she never had..." Santana whispered, "Squirted? What's that?" She asked softly.
Cindy pulled the chair they'd put in the room while Santana's hips were too bad to stand for long over and sat down. "It's kind of the female version of ejaculating. Not all women can and of the ones who can, not all can all the time. It's pretty cool when it happens though. You can't fake that after all," she smirked, winking at Santana. "Do not tell Becca, but there ain't nothing makes me prouder of my sexual prowess than when I can get her to soak the sheets. Means I did everything right for her when that happens in my book."
"Oh." Santana nodded as she listed, "I think that she did that... maybe I should tell her that's what happened... I think she thinks she did something wrong..." She said awkwardly, "She looked really pretty when she did though."
Cindy laughed, reaching up to squeeze Santana's knee. "You, my girl, are such a lesbian. A real chip off the old block, even if the block did adopt you." She grinned up at the girl, "Honest, if she's anything like her aunt, she probably thinks she pissed herself and is feeling incredibly gross."
"That's not good." Santana pouted as she looked down at her hands. "But like... it was nice that I wasn't scared because I knew it was all about her, you know?" She said before looking up with a confused glance. "Cindy? Am I really a lesbian if like I've never felt this way about another girl? That I've never slept with another girl or like that I've been with more men than I can count."
"Sweetheart," Cindy smiled softly, gently squeezing her knee, "you don't have to call yourself a lesbian if you don't want. But it's not about who you've had sex with. It's about who you're attracted to and who you love. You're attracted to Quinn and you love her and she's a girl. Look at Becca. She's never been with another woman but me and she had quite a few male lovers before me, let me tell you, but she calls herself and thinks of herself as a lesbian. It's quality, not quantity, baby girl." She winked.
"Okay." She nodded and sighed before getting off the dryer. "I'm gonna go get the spare sheets for Quinn's bed and make sure she's okay." Santana smiled and hugged her mom. "Thank you for being cool about talking about this with me... I get scared and nervous a lot."
Cindy hugged her back, kissing the side of her head. "You can ask your other mom about it if you don't believe me, but if there's one thing I'm cool about, it's sex. I might not be all gung ho about wanting details on you and your girl - in fact the less the better, thanks - but any time you're nervous or scared about something, you can come to me and we can talk. Alright, baby girl?"
She nodded and pulled away shyly, "I'm gonna go back to Quinn." she scampered out of the laundry room and grabbed new sheets from the hallway closet before ducking back into the bedroom. She had half made the bed by time she heard Quinn come back into the room. "Blankets are getting washed we can use mine tonight if they're not dry in time." she smiled.
"Good," Quinn murmured, slipping into the room and wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and burying her face against her back. "I'm so sorry that happened, San. Thanks for cleaning up after me being epically gross with you..."
"Okay... Um.. You think you peed the bed right?" she asked remembering Cindy's statement. "cause you didn't. Evidently you just squirted," she grabbed Quinn's laptop and quickly googled it. "See?"
Quinn let out an embarrassed sound and just clung to Santana's back. "I really don't wanna talk about it," she groaned into her back. "Can we just...not?"
"But... evidently it's like super hard to do! I'm excited about it and you should be too." She pouted, "What we just did was sexy and we should have cuddled after..."
Quinn whined softly. "San, I don't wanna talk about it! It was so gross feeling and I was all sticky and gross after. I just wanted to get it off..."
Santana nodded and she sighed. "I love you, okay?" she whispered before moving to hold her closer and pull her onto the bed. "Can we just lie down?"
"Please?" Quinn murmured, climbing onto the bed and stretching out, holding her arms out for Santana and looking vulnerable.
Santana giggled softly and pulled her closer and wrapped the blanket around them. "Someday I want you to give me an orgasm like that okay?" she whispered, "I want you to know I've never seen you look so amazing as when I walked into the room and saw you laying on our bed doing that."
Quinn blushed as she wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her close. "I hope someday you'll be comfortable enough to let me," she whispered, burying her face in Santana's hair. She didn't think she looked amazing and was still fairly embarrassed that she'd been caught - and by the person she'd been trying to fantasize about at that - but it was hard to stay upset when the girl she wanted was in her arms telling her she'd looked amazing.
"I just... I just need to learn to get out of my head... I want.. I want that with you, you know I do." She whispered softly resting her head on Quinn's chest. "I just... I'm still scared that it will hurt, or I'll get scared and freak out..." She looked up, "But If I can spend the rest of my life watching you? Kissing your breasts? I'd be happy."
Quinn smiled at her, the blush slowly fading. "Whatever you can do. Whatever you're comfortable with. That's what I want with you, Santana. If," the blush burned bright again, "if it's just you w-watching me and kissing my breasts, then that's okay. I know you want to be with me so I can wait forever for you to be ready." She leaned down and kissed Santana softly, "Okay?"
Santana nodded and looked at her lover, "I love you, more than anything and I will be okay someday." She sighed, "I just love seeing you relaxed and happy."
"Well, I'm feeling pretty relaxed and happy right now." She squeezed Santana, fingertips teasingly brushing over a bit of exposed skin by her hips in an almost tickle. "Does that count?"
"Yes." She smiled and buried her face in Quinn's neck. She pressed a soft kiss to the girl's skin and she smiled, "I like when you smile."
"You make me smile," Quinn whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of the girl's head and holding her close. "No matter how bad I feel...you make me want to smile."
"Charmer." Santana smirked, after a few minutes she just looked at her girlfriend. "Tell me something I don't know about you?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "San, you've known me since we were...what? Like two. You're kind of in the furthest back memories I can remember. What sort of things don't you know already?"
"I don't know... like what do you wanna do when you grow up?" she asked softly, smiling when she felt Blackie and Toast jump up onto the bed and snuggle into the girls.
"I don't know," Quinn mused looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I kinda...maybe... I don't know, it's silly..."
Santana pressed kisses to Quinn's collarbone, "Nothing's silly, just tell me." She whispered.
"I kind of," she blushed, trailing off. After a couple moments she gave Santana a gentle squeeze and found her voice again. "I want to help people who were hurt like you. Kind of like Aunt Becca does only with kids, you know? I want to help... That's not so bad, right?"
"I think you'd be really good at that." She whispered, "You are always so perfect with me and you like kids." she smiled and tangled their hands together.
"Really?" Quinn smiles shyly down at her lover. "I hope I'm smart enough for all the tests and stuff to be a doctor like Aunt Becca. But what about you? What do you want to be?"
"You're amazingly smart, you'll be fine." she smiled and got quiet for a few minutes thinking about the question. "I...I don't know, I never thought about it before."
"Well, think about it now," Quinn suggested with a teasing smile, holding her close. "If you could do absolutely anything...no limits. What would it be?"
"Be a mom." She whispered softly, looking away from Quinn and biting her lip. She remembered how Quinn reacted about kids when she brought it up before. When the doctor told her she had too much damage to have children, and the fact she could give them HIV, Santana's heart had broken remembering when she had to have an abortion after her mom's baby came too early and died. "I wanted to have my baby... but... my mom's baby was too small and it died."
Quinn sighed softly and buried her face in Santana's hair, holding her close. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, San," she whispered, "but we've got our whole lives ahead of us, right? Who says you can't be a mom? I bet you'd be a great one. Way better than me..."
"I just think... people say abused kids abuse their kids... I wanna prove that's not true." she sighed, "I want to have kids with you and love them and raise them with you." she whispered, "But I also understand you might not want that so I'm okay with that."
"Who says I don't?" Quinn asked curiously, "I don't want kids now - we're just kids ourselves - but maybe in the future? I just," she bit her lip, looking anxious, "I don't want to have to be with anyone but you, but that's the only way I know to have a kid. And," she glanced down, "I really don't want to be my mom, you know?"
"Of course not now! I'm not even seventeen!" She laughed softly, "I just.. I want one someday and I can't have them, so it's just something I just want." She sighed and looked into Quinn's eyes. "You are it for me and you will never be like your mother. I know this because your mom is a bitch and you’re not. You actually love things and people and are compassionate. I think the very fact you wanna work with little kids that have been hurt makes you the best person ever."
"You're going to be seventeen soon though," Quinn smiled lopsidedly. "And you're it for me too, you know. But I kinda like the idea of seeing you with a little baby that kinda looks like us, you know? I bet you'd be really cute like that."
"Maybe in the future." she sighed as kissed the girls neck. "I love that I get to be with you forever." she sighed softy. "I love you."
"Maybe," Quinn agreed, sighing softly at the gentle kiss. "But maybe you can help with the kids I want to help too? Like with animals and stuff?"
"That'd be cool." she smiled, "I'd like that." she yawned and snuggled closer before drifting slowly off to sleep.
Quinn sighed happily and snuggled close, holding Santana protectively as she listened to her breathe peacefully. She loved being able to hold Santana as she slept, loving knowing the girl felt safe enough with her to sleep deeply the way her body needed but she so rarely did. Her attention was so caught up in the girl in her arms she never saw Cindy peek in and smile at them softly before closing the door with a tiny click. As the older woman's footsteps receded down the hall, Quinn didn't hear at all, the quiet rhythms of Santana's body sleeping in her arms lulling her into her own peaceful slumber.
Chapter Thirty Part A
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: Epic (230,271)
Spoilers: This is AU. Some mentions of Seasons 1 & 2 events though handled differently than in canon.
Pairing: Santana/Quinn
Summary: Santana's life is far harder than it appears to the average viewer. Her dad's in jail and her mom turns tricks in their old family home. Worst yet, Santana herself has to do the same to keep her mom alive and food in her belly. Can Quinn save her? Or will Quinn's domineering father ruin everything? For the Glee Bang
Warnings (highlight to read): talks of suicide, angst, language, graphic het and femslash sex, non-con, dub-con, oral, vaginal, anal, pedophilia, sex work, underage prostitution, abuse, violence sexual and non, minor character death, self-harm, drug use, disease - HIV
Chapter 29
With Cindy and Santana busy out in the barns and Rebecca down in her office busy with patients for the next few hours, Quinn found herself in the room that was more shared with Santana than her own. She looked out the window at the snow covered barn, her fingers lightly brushing back the heavy curtain that did a fairly good job of keeping out the cold if not the light. A blush spread over her cheeks as she thought again about the activity she'd been considering ever since an awkward conversation marked with much blushing with Cindy.
She let the curtains fall back over the window as she turned back to the bed. Taking a deep breath, she carefully undid the buttons of her shirt and slid it off along with her bra. Undoing her jeans with a blush, almost unable to believe what she was about to attempt, she slid them and her panties over her hips, stepping out to leave herself completely nude.
She sat on the bed with a racing heart, a nervous blush spreading over cheeks and chest. Lying back she brought up her hands to cup and squeeze her breasts, thumbs tentatively sliding up to brush over her slowly hardening nipples. The move sent jolts straight down to between her thighs and she gasped. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Santana touching her like that, remembering the time they'd been together on the shore of the pond, the other girl exploring her nude upper body with hands and mouth.
She whimpered softly, eyes still closed, as she caught a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed, trying to recreate the feeling of Santana's mouth. Her other hand rolled roughly over her breast, the tip hard against her palm. Eventually, frustrated by not enough stimulation, she did what Santana had not, sliding her right hand down from her breast, palm skidding over her stomach to cup her damp core. Her eyes still tightly shut trying to imagine her hands belonged to her girlfriend, she carefully slid a finger between her folds, letting out a shocked gasp at how wet she was, her breath strangling in her throat as her probing finger brushed her clit where it was peeking out of its hood.
Santana had finished up her chores and gone to find Quinn to see if she wanted to play in the snow with her. She headed up to their room, patting Toast on the head where he was sleeping on her bed when she ducked into her bedroom and shucked off her coat and her barn clothing. She put on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed over to Quinn's room. She scrunched her face up when she saw the door closed - it was only ever closed when Quinn took a nap. Seeing the perfect time to cuddle, Santana carefully slid the door open and headed inside, taking care to be quiet as possible to avoid waking her girlfriend. She heard a slight gasp and whimper before she shut the door silently. She turned around and froze. Quinn was laying on the bed, her knees drawn up and her hand working slowly between her legs. Santana's eyes widened and she realized her girlfriend was masturbating.
Quinn was too caught in her fantasy to realize that she'd gained an audience. Her hips swiveled, trying to get the pressure she needed where she needed it. She spread her legs wider with a soft whimper, her fingers tentatively circling the stiff bud of her clit with one and pinching and rolling her increasingly sensitive nipple with the other. She hooked an ankle over the side of the bed, spreading her legs even wider as she worked at herself, fingers, core and thighs glistening with moisture, her motions causing a soft wet sound to fill the room. She groaned and pressed up into her hand, unaware that she was putting her most intimate self on display.
"Santana," she whimpered, eyes still closed as she tugged on herself, "oh God yes..."
"Dios," Santana whispered, her body instinctively moving closer. She stood at the end of the bed watching lithe fingers slide in and out of her lover's sopping core. Her brown eyes followed moisture trickling from the hole being penetrated, down the cleft of Quinn's pussy and onto the bedspread. Her nose was tickled by the heady scent of arousal as she moved to sit on the bed near Quinn's feet so she didn't pass out from the blood pumping quickly through her body.
Quinn whimpered with frustration as penetrating herself with one finger wasn't enough to push the edge she was approaching any closer. She planted her feet on the bed and pushed up, twisting her wrist as she pulled out until she could slide a second finger inside, shivering as she felt herself stretching around the second digit. She was rougher with her breasts, pinching and tugging at the nipple so hard the skin pulled away from her body, trying desperately to get the feeling of Santana's teeth and lips back.
The voyeuristic girl moaned slightly loudly as she witnessed Quinn slide a second finger into herself. "Q-quinn?" She panted, her breath not able to catch up to how her body was feeling. "A-are you thinking about me?" She whispered as she gently ran her finger over Quinn's ankle. She needed something to ground her, she needed something to hold onto to make her remember that she was really watching Quinn pleasuring herself.
Quinn's eyes shot open and she blushed heavily, moving to try and pull out of herself and cover her naked, aroused body. "W-what...? S-San?" She looked nervous, afraid Santana would think she was disgusting doing what she was doing.
Santana's hand quickly grabbed Quinn's wrist and kept it pressing into herself. "Please don't stop." She whispered, "I... I want to watch..."
Quinn blushed even deeper, but she nodded slowly. Keeping her eyes locked with Santana, she started moving in herself again, shivering to feel Santana's hand pressing on her wrist almost as if she was making her touch herself. "I...I...you're not grossed out?"
Santana shook her head no and moved her hand up to rest on Quinn's thigh, pushing the girl's legs apart more so she could sit in-between them more and watch. Her eyes were locked on Quinn's core, she bit her lip as she concentrated on each movement. "D-do you do this..." she swallowed, looking up with her eyes black with desire, "do you do this a lot?"
Quinn blushed darkly as she shook her head, fingers still moving tentatively within her with a wet sound, "F-first time...didn't think I'd get," she gasped softly as the tip of her finger brushed a special spot inside, "c-caught..."
"You look so amazing," She whispered as she pressed a soft kiss to Quinn's knee cap. "I... I want to keep watching. Can... Can I watch while you.. touch yourself?" She asked softly as she folded her hands in her lap and dropped her eyes back to the source of the delectable scent that had Santana licking her lips.
"I...I," Quinn trembled under Santana's eyes, her body starting to feel like electric fire tracing through her veins as the girl watched her. She blushed heavily, her voice soft, "y-yes..." She stroked herself, watching Santana and letting herself feel her girlfriend's appreciation of her body for a little while. After a bit, her arousal plateauing, she licked her lips and looked cautiously at Santana, "W-will you," she whispered, looking uncertain, "talk to me? T-tell me what to do?"
The other girl nodded nervously, "O-okay." she looked over Quinn's body and saw her left hand resting under her breast, the breast that Santana knew how it tasted and how it felt between her lips. "Can.. Can you touch your breast. Like.. I like did by the lake?" She whispered her voice getting caught in her throat.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat and she laid back on the bed, her legs spread and fingers stroking between them as she moved her hand away from her breast. She watched Santana as she nodded nervously, "P-please…I can't like you. I've been trying."
She looked at Quinn's chest for a second before moving to sit on the side of the blonde and she put a shaking hand on her stomach. "Okay." Santana whispered, "I can help." She pulled her hair back in her hand and leaned forward and poked the tip of her tongue out against the hard peak. She looked up to her girlfriend’s eyes and the wrapped her lips around it.
Quinn gasped and arched her back. That was the feeling she'd been searching for. She let out a low moan as a fresh burst of arousal hit between her legs, flooding her hand as she slowly picked up speed. She spread her legs wider to try and push deeper. Groaning in frustration, she pulled out of herself and twisted her wrist, sliding three fingers into her body, her palm slapping against her clit, sending electric jolts through her. She brought her hand up to her free breast again, pinching and wringing the nipple as she writhed against her fingers, panting as her body pushed faster and faster towards climax.
A groan slipped out of Santana's throat as she swiped her tongue in tight circles around the pert nipple. She sucked in and pulled her lips away with a loud pop. She licked it again before she bit her gently.
Quinn whined sharply as her back arched up off of the bed at the bite, her body clenching hard around her fingers. A warm fluid poured out of her, giving her the awful feeling she'd wet the bed. "Oh God," she whimpered, waiting for her body to stop fluttering around her fingers and her walls to loosen before she pulled out.
Santana pulled away and rested her head over Quinn's heart. She felt it beating faster than anything she'd ever heard before. She watched as dripping fingers came into view, "Cool." She whispered in awe of what she just watched Quinn's body experience.
Quinn was embarrassed, wiping her fingers disgustedly off on the bed that she'd have to change the sheets on. She couldn't believe she'd wet the bed and her cheeks burned with humiliation that Santana had seen. "I...I want to get cleaned up." She started moving to get up, shaky with the aftermath of her orgasm but feeling gross with what she thought was urine drying on her thighs.
"Wh-whats wrong?" she asked, looking worriedly at Quinn. "Did you get hurt?" she sat up on her knees and noticed the wet patch on the blankets. "Oh, we need to wash the sheets anyway. No big deal." She smiled and hopped off the bed, her body still tingling. "That just means you had a really good orgasm, I think." She said as came over to Quinn. "Thank you... for letting me help." she said softly as she reached out to hold her girlfriend’s hands.
Quinn looked at Santana's hands then at hers, disgusting with fluids still clinging in some places. She wiped them on the sheets again, trying to scrub it off before reaching out to take Santana's. She tried to push down her embarrassment and smile up at Santana. "I'm glad you helped," she whispered, "I just...I want a shower. I'm all... sticky."
With an excited gleam in her eye, Santana nodded and leaned up to press a kiss to Quinn's lips. "You shower and I'll put this stuff in the washer, okay?"
Quinn smiled lopsidedly. "Thanks, San." She leaned over and kissed her softly before getting up and gathering up her clothes. She paused in the door and glanced back at Santana with a shy smile, "I love you." She hurried down the hall to the bathroom, the soft sound of the door shutting and water turning on filtering back to the bedroom.
Santana quickly stripped the bed, enjoying the sweet scent that same off the sheets. She slipped into the laundry room and separated the sheets from the blanket. She didn't notice Cindy peek her head in.
"Laundry day?" she asked as she saw Santana shoving the yellow sheets into the washer."
"Uh-huh." Santana responded, before pushing the blanket in and putting soap in the large capacity washer.
Cindy leaned against the door, taking in Santana's slightly flushed cheeks and mussed appearance. "I could have sworn I saw Quinn in here washing those sheets just a couple days ago," she teased.
The teen shrugged, "Interesting," she said as she fixed the temperature and looked for a way she could get out of the small room without being completely rude to her adoptive parent.
Cindy watched Santana for a moment. "You know that there's nothing wrong with being...ah, intimate with yourself, Santana, right? It's perfectly healthy and a way for you to find out how you like to be touched before you're, um...intimate with anyone else."
"What?" Santana exclaimed, "No... No, I don't... I didn't even know... Quinn..." Santana realized that she just outted that she just caught Quinn touching herself and she watched. "Oops."
Cindy raised a brow, but decided not to venture down the road Santana had opened the gate on. "There's nothing wrong with it, Santana, really. And if thinking about your girl helps, well then good for you." She nodded at the washer with a little smirk, "Get things a bit messy and trying to keep Quinn from knowing you got off where you girls sleep?"
"No… messy?" she scrunched her face up, "No… Quinn she was, and she got uncomfortable when she… I just watched." Santana bit her lip and scuffed her feet against the floor. "Don't tell, Quinn!"
Cindy sighed and glanced out the door to make sure no one was near. "Santana, look. If you and Quinn are comfortable and want to do things with each other, then the only thing I'm concerned with is that you're careful with each other. However, much as I love you both, I don't want to be thinking about you two having sex, okay? I was trying to give you an out and talk without involving Quinn, but that's okay."
She moved a little closer to Santana. "So, Quinn was... touching herself? And you found her and wanted to watch? That's okay. You two love each other and there's nothing wrong with exploring. Why do you think she was uncomfortable? Because you were watching?"
"No, no." Santana shook her head and lifted herself up on the dryer and she ran her hand through her hair. "Like. Everything was fine, she like got really into it and everything went great until she came and got really weird and went to take a shower." Santana shrugged and looked at the washing machine. "She like wet the sheets and I think she was nervous."
"She wet the..." Cindy looked confused for a second then brightened as it connected. "Oh! She squirted? Just from you watching?" She looked impressed, "Damn, you really are my daughter, aren't you," she teased with a smirk for a second, "It's surprising considering she gave me the impression she'd never touched herself before when we talked, but nothing wrong with it."
"She said she never had..." Santana whispered, "Squirted? What's that?" She asked softly.
Cindy pulled the chair they'd put in the room while Santana's hips were too bad to stand for long over and sat down. "It's kind of the female version of ejaculating. Not all women can and of the ones who can, not all can all the time. It's pretty cool when it happens though. You can't fake that after all," she smirked, winking at Santana. "Do not tell Becca, but there ain't nothing makes me prouder of my sexual prowess than when I can get her to soak the sheets. Means I did everything right for her when that happens in my book."
"Oh." Santana nodded as she listed, "I think that she did that... maybe I should tell her that's what happened... I think she thinks she did something wrong..." She said awkwardly, "She looked really pretty when she did though."
Cindy laughed, reaching up to squeeze Santana's knee. "You, my girl, are such a lesbian. A real chip off the old block, even if the block did adopt you." She grinned up at the girl, "Honest, if she's anything like her aunt, she probably thinks she pissed herself and is feeling incredibly gross."
"That's not good." Santana pouted as she looked down at her hands. "But like... it was nice that I wasn't scared because I knew it was all about her, you know?" She said before looking up with a confused glance. "Cindy? Am I really a lesbian if like I've never felt this way about another girl? That I've never slept with another girl or like that I've been with more men than I can count."
"Sweetheart," Cindy smiled softly, gently squeezing her knee, "you don't have to call yourself a lesbian if you don't want. But it's not about who you've had sex with. It's about who you're attracted to and who you love. You're attracted to Quinn and you love her and she's a girl. Look at Becca. She's never been with another woman but me and she had quite a few male lovers before me, let me tell you, but she calls herself and thinks of herself as a lesbian. It's quality, not quantity, baby girl." She winked.
"Okay." She nodded and sighed before getting off the dryer. "I'm gonna go get the spare sheets for Quinn's bed and make sure she's okay." Santana smiled and hugged her mom. "Thank you for being cool about talking about this with me... I get scared and nervous a lot."
Cindy hugged her back, kissing the side of her head. "You can ask your other mom about it if you don't believe me, but if there's one thing I'm cool about, it's sex. I might not be all gung ho about wanting details on you and your girl - in fact the less the better, thanks - but any time you're nervous or scared about something, you can come to me and we can talk. Alright, baby girl?"
She nodded and pulled away shyly, "I'm gonna go back to Quinn." she scampered out of the laundry room and grabbed new sheets from the hallway closet before ducking back into the bedroom. She had half made the bed by time she heard Quinn come back into the room. "Blankets are getting washed we can use mine tonight if they're not dry in time." she smiled.
"Good," Quinn murmured, slipping into the room and wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and burying her face against her back. "I'm so sorry that happened, San. Thanks for cleaning up after me being epically gross with you..."
"Okay... Um.. You think you peed the bed right?" she asked remembering Cindy's statement. "cause you didn't. Evidently you just squirted," she grabbed Quinn's laptop and quickly googled it. "See?"
Quinn let out an embarrassed sound and just clung to Santana's back. "I really don't wanna talk about it," she groaned into her back. "Can we just...not?"
"But... evidently it's like super hard to do! I'm excited about it and you should be too." She pouted, "What we just did was sexy and we should have cuddled after..."
Quinn whined softly. "San, I don't wanna talk about it! It was so gross feeling and I was all sticky and gross after. I just wanted to get it off..."
Santana nodded and she sighed. "I love you, okay?" she whispered before moving to hold her closer and pull her onto the bed. "Can we just lie down?"
"Please?" Quinn murmured, climbing onto the bed and stretching out, holding her arms out for Santana and looking vulnerable.
Santana giggled softly and pulled her closer and wrapped the blanket around them. "Someday I want you to give me an orgasm like that okay?" she whispered, "I want you to know I've never seen you look so amazing as when I walked into the room and saw you laying on our bed doing that."
Quinn blushed as she wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her close. "I hope someday you'll be comfortable enough to let me," she whispered, burying her face in Santana's hair. She didn't think she looked amazing and was still fairly embarrassed that she'd been caught - and by the person she'd been trying to fantasize about at that - but it was hard to stay upset when the girl she wanted was in her arms telling her she'd looked amazing.
"I just... I just need to learn to get out of my head... I want.. I want that with you, you know I do." She whispered softly resting her head on Quinn's chest. "I just... I'm still scared that it will hurt, or I'll get scared and freak out..." She looked up, "But If I can spend the rest of my life watching you? Kissing your breasts? I'd be happy."
Quinn smiled at her, the blush slowly fading. "Whatever you can do. Whatever you're comfortable with. That's what I want with you, Santana. If," the blush burned bright again, "if it's just you w-watching me and kissing my breasts, then that's okay. I know you want to be with me so I can wait forever for you to be ready." She leaned down and kissed Santana softly, "Okay?"
Santana nodded and looked at her lover, "I love you, more than anything and I will be okay someday." She sighed, "I just love seeing you relaxed and happy."
"Well, I'm feeling pretty relaxed and happy right now." She squeezed Santana, fingertips teasingly brushing over a bit of exposed skin by her hips in an almost tickle. "Does that count?"
"Yes." She smiled and buried her face in Quinn's neck. She pressed a soft kiss to the girl's skin and she smiled, "I like when you smile."
"You make me smile," Quinn whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of the girl's head and holding her close. "No matter how bad I feel...you make me want to smile."
"Charmer." Santana smirked, after a few minutes she just looked at her girlfriend. "Tell me something I don't know about you?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "San, you've known me since we were...what? Like two. You're kind of in the furthest back memories I can remember. What sort of things don't you know already?"
"I don't know... like what do you wanna do when you grow up?" she asked softly, smiling when she felt Blackie and Toast jump up onto the bed and snuggle into the girls.
"I don't know," Quinn mused looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I kinda...maybe... I don't know, it's silly..."
Santana pressed kisses to Quinn's collarbone, "Nothing's silly, just tell me." She whispered.
"I kind of," she blushed, trailing off. After a couple moments she gave Santana a gentle squeeze and found her voice again. "I want to help people who were hurt like you. Kind of like Aunt Becca does only with kids, you know? I want to help... That's not so bad, right?"
"I think you'd be really good at that." She whispered, "You are always so perfect with me and you like kids." she smiled and tangled their hands together.
"Really?" Quinn smiles shyly down at her lover. "I hope I'm smart enough for all the tests and stuff to be a doctor like Aunt Becca. But what about you? What do you want to be?"
"You're amazingly smart, you'll be fine." she smiled and got quiet for a few minutes thinking about the question. "I...I don't know, I never thought about it before."
"Well, think about it now," Quinn suggested with a teasing smile, holding her close. "If you could do absolutely anything...no limits. What would it be?"
"Be a mom." She whispered softly, looking away from Quinn and biting her lip. She remembered how Quinn reacted about kids when she brought it up before. When the doctor told her she had too much damage to have children, and the fact she could give them HIV, Santana's heart had broken remembering when she had to have an abortion after her mom's baby came too early and died. "I wanted to have my baby... but... my mom's baby was too small and it died."
Quinn sighed softly and buried her face in Santana's hair, holding her close. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, San," she whispered, "but we've got our whole lives ahead of us, right? Who says you can't be a mom? I bet you'd be a great one. Way better than me..."
"I just think... people say abused kids abuse their kids... I wanna prove that's not true." she sighed, "I want to have kids with you and love them and raise them with you." she whispered, "But I also understand you might not want that so I'm okay with that."
"Who says I don't?" Quinn asked curiously, "I don't want kids now - we're just kids ourselves - but maybe in the future? I just," she bit her lip, looking anxious, "I don't want to have to be with anyone but you, but that's the only way I know to have a kid. And," she glanced down, "I really don't want to be my mom, you know?"
"Of course not now! I'm not even seventeen!" She laughed softly, "I just.. I want one someday and I can't have them, so it's just something I just want." She sighed and looked into Quinn's eyes. "You are it for me and you will never be like your mother. I know this because your mom is a bitch and you’re not. You actually love things and people and are compassionate. I think the very fact you wanna work with little kids that have been hurt makes you the best person ever."
"You're going to be seventeen soon though," Quinn smiled lopsidedly. "And you're it for me too, you know. But I kinda like the idea of seeing you with a little baby that kinda looks like us, you know? I bet you'd be really cute like that."
"Maybe in the future." she sighed as kissed the girls neck. "I love that I get to be with you forever." she sighed softy. "I love you."
"Maybe," Quinn agreed, sighing softly at the gentle kiss. "But maybe you can help with the kids I want to help too? Like with animals and stuff?"
"That'd be cool." she smiled, "I'd like that." she yawned and snuggled closer before drifting slowly off to sleep.
Quinn sighed happily and snuggled close, holding Santana protectively as she listened to her breathe peacefully. She loved being able to hold Santana as she slept, loving knowing the girl felt safe enough with her to sleep deeply the way her body needed but she so rarely did. Her attention was so caught up in the girl in her arms she never saw Cindy peek in and smile at them softly before closing the door with a tiny click. As the older woman's footsteps receded down the hall, Quinn didn't hear at all, the quiet rhythms of Santana's body sleeping in her arms lulling her into her own peaceful slumber.
Chapter Thirty Part A