fanfic: Charmander's A Lizard, Right? [3/?], NC-17 (Quinn/Santana)
Title: Charmander's A Lizard, Right? [3/?]
Author: wanderinghope & backitup_baby
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,807
Spoilers: Through 2x12
Summary: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. Santana got her lizard obsession from Quinn.
A/N: This fic was written by wanderinghope (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Santana)!
Chapters: ( One | Two)
Chapter Three
After the incident (because Quinn couldn’t actually think about what they did or else it would be real and really gay) both girls went on as if nothing had happened. Of course everything was different but it’s not like they could tell anyone or indicate that anything had happened. That was the thing about being on the Cheerios. Everyone looked up to you and wanted to be you and you had to be perfect. So there was no option but to go on as if everything was normal.
Practice was finally over for the day and the squad headed back to the locker room to clean up and ‘get the hell out’ (as shouted by Coach Sylvester) and go home. Quinn pulled out her hairband and shook her pony tail loose as she walked, trying to ignore Santana talking to Brittany behind her.
Santana was in the middle of reminding Brittany that the Pierces needed to drop her off at home because the Lopezes were away for the weekend because of some pathology conference in Colorado. Plus, her brother was supposed to come home from college at Ohio State to make sure she didn’t accidentally burn the house down, but had decided to show up Saturday morning instead of Friday evening because he wanted to go to some party. Deciding to just shower at home, she went over to her locker to make sure she had everything in her gym bag, then turned around and pretended to ‘only just’ notice that Quinn was next to them. “Have a good weekend, Q,” she said slowly, shooting her a smirk as she slung her bag onto her shoulder.
Quinn had turned around just in time to see Brittany and Santana’s pinkies laced together and then break apart as the girls parted ways. She normally got along just fine with the other blonde but seeing her in such close contact with her Santana really was not okay. And sure, maybe it was already spring and she and Santana had been ignoring whatever had happened for almost 8 months, but they were each other’s firsts and that meant something.
“Sure, you too, S,” Quinn replied sweetly and grabbed the stuff from her locker as well then walked off to the shower. She wasn’t due to turn 16 until July so unfortunately she had to get rides from her mom until then. And although the showers at school were kind of gross, waiting around and being sweaty until her mom got there was even grosser, so she reluctantly washed her hair and changed into some regular clothes before heading outside.
Her mom was already there and she hopped in the passenger seat. “Hi Quinnie, how was practice honey? Working your way up to the top of the pyramid? That’s my girl. And with your older sister as captain when she was at McKinley, I’m sure it won’t be long until you are too,” Judy Fabray rambled on as they started driving home.
Quinn wasn’t really listening though. She kept thinking of Santana and Brittany’s pinkies laced together and Brittany was always looking at Santana and … they were probably messing around. They were probably doing things that Santana was only supposed to be doing with Quinn. Well actually they weren’t supposed to be doing it at all since it was gay and stuff, but she and Santana were supposed to be each other’s exceptions or something.
“Hey mom, do you think you could take me to Santana’s house? Her parents are out of town and her bother isn’t supposed to get there until late or something and I’d really hate for her to be alone,” Quinn said suddenly, and looked over at her mother with a sweet smile. “I’m sure she would really appreciate it.”
“Oh no problem, honey. You are so thoughtful. Of course I will take you there,” Judy said, and turned at the next road that lead into Santana’s neighborhood. The rest of the drive was mostly filled with more of her mother’s endless chatter about events going on at church and the upcoming bake sale. Quinn nodded and agreed when she needed to as she simultaneously thought about what was going to happen when she arrived at Santana’s. Finally her mom parked in front of the brunette’s house. Quinn smiled and told her she would call tomorrow when she wanted to be picked up before grabbing her stuff, getting out of the car, and making her way to the front door to knock.
Spring meant tanning season, and even though being on the Cheerios meant Santana had access to year-round tanning through the discounts Coach got them at the local salons, nothing really compared to lying outside after school in her backyard and reading a magazine. She’d gotten home after practice with about an hour’s worth of good sun to soak up so she’d changed into her bathing suit almost immediately. Plus, since no one was home (for the first time in her life!) she didn’t have to change out of it right away.
Because of this, Santana was kind of hesitant about opening the door in her bathing suit, especially when she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she looked through the window and saw Mrs. Fabray’s car outside, though, she took a few deep breaths, fixed a smirk on her face, and opened the door. “Sup?” she asked, obviously trying to play it cool.
Quinn should have known that she would find Santana in her bathing suit and reeking of coconut (which actually smelled really good and it probably tasted good too--wait no!) but she just hadn’t been thinking and now here she was at Santana’s door, looking at her best friend barely clothed, and loosing her nerve at each passing second. “Uh, nothing. I just heard you say your parents were out of town and thought you might want company and stuff. I figured you’d get bored alone so, hi and stuff. Are you going to invite me in or what?”
“Yeah, thanks for coming by,” Santana said, not really sure what to make of Quinn randomly being at her house. Obviously, she wasn’t about to throw her out or anything like that, and she was pretty secretly pleased that she was there, but there had to be some kind of agenda. Usually Quinn gave some sort of warning or they had things planned or... anyway. “I, um. Are you sleeping over?”
“I don’t know. I can call my mom later tonight if you don’t want me to, but if your brother isn’t going to get here until tomorrow you probably don’t want to be alone tonight,” Quinn said, dropping her backpack by the door and slipping off her shoes. Crap. She had totally just admitted to eavesdropping on Santana earlier though. “I mean, whatever works.”
Santana shut the door after Quinn and raised her eyebrows a little, feeling smug. “Yeah, well... it’s cool if you sleep over. There’s still tanning time today but we don’t have to do that.” She couldn’t help herself from looking Quinn over, a bit, though, and did her best to continue acting like everything was okay. “Unless you want to borrow one of my bathing suits.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Quinn agreed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other a little nervously. “I mean, I don’t want you to have to change your plans and stuff just because I’m here, so, I’ll go get a swim suit or whatever.”
“I’ll meet you outside, then,” Santana said, after a really awkward pause in which she’d debated how best to handle this. “You know where to look. Obviously.”
“Yeah, see you in a couple minutes,” Quinn said, doing her best not to watch Santana walk away, then made her way to the brunette’s room. She felt a little weird undressing for some reason, but pushed it aside and picked out a white and blue striped suit to put on. It was a little big on her and she kept adjusting it as she walked down the stairs, but eventually just said screw it and walked out to the back yard. “Uh, hey,” she said, making her way over to Santana. Who was on her stomach with her top untied. Logically Quinn knew it was because she didn’t want to get tan lines, but she was almost naked and they were outside and what if someone saw? “How’s the sun?” This was awkward. So awkward.
“Hot,” Santana said without thinking as she turned her head to look over at Quinn on the lawn chair next to her. “I mean, obviously,” she added then, in an attempt to cover it up. “You can probably feel it too.” Shit.
Quinn swallowed hard and nodded slightly. “Yeah, well, I mean not as hot as it would be if it were earlier in the day. But obviously we’re in school then. At least it’s still better then those tanning beds though,” she replied, tugging at the too-big swimsuit top again.
“Definitely,” Santana agreed, bringing her hands up and making sure her hair was out of the way so she didn’t get awkward lines on her shoulders. She wasn’t even sure if that was possible but she wasn’t about to take any chances. Once she was satisfied, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that her bathing suit was obviously too big on Quinn.
After Quinn got herself adjusted to a comfortable position, and she was pretty sure that Santana was too and wouldn’t be talking anymore, a silence fell between them. As it went on longer and longer, Quinn grew more and more nervous and finally blurted out, “So are you and Brittany fucking now or what?”
Santana startled obviously at this. After a few seconds of more silence, she shrugged a little, as best as she could while still lying down, and said, “I don’t know. It’s happened.” Really, Quinn had no right to care if they were or not.
“Oh, so now you just do it with anyone?” Quinn asked, glaring at Santana out of the corner of her eye.
“It’s not like it means anything,” Santana said, bringing her hands back to retie her top before she rolled over onto her back. “You had your chance, anyway. And I can’t help it that other people besides you are willing to admit that they want me.”
“Right, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Brittany also happens to be blonde? Do you think about me when you’re fucking her? Does she make you come like I made you? I think you’re just mad that I didn’t want to keep doing it right away and you had to find a replacement,” Quinn huffed, pulling at her swimsuit again.
Santana rolled her eyes, though she certainly wasn’t about to admit that she definitely had been fighting back on-and-off thoughts about Quinn while she had been with Brittany. “I think I got bored and decided to get my orgasms somewhere else.”
“You’re such a liar,” Quinn hissed, “And I’m going to prove it.” With Santana on her back now, Quinn quickly stood up and moved over to the brunette, straddling her waist. “Are you bored now?”
“So bored,” Santana drawled, tucking her hands behind her head and smirking up at Quinn.
Quinn knew she had to do something drastic, so after a moment, she reached out and pushed the sections of Santana’s swim suit top to the side until her breasts were exposed. “Have you ever done it outside?”
Santana’s backyard was surrounded by trees her parents had had planted when they’d bought the plot, thinking it’d be classier than just a fence, so while she was actually kind of scandalized by what Quinn had just done, she wasn’t worried that any neighbors were going to see. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t want Quinn showing interest in her again. “No,” she said, trying to keep her breathing regular.
“Looks like I’m your first for this too,” Quinn said then lazily began scraping her nails over Santana’s nipples. “I’m always going to be your first Santana and I don’t care what you say, you know it means something. And you can go fuck hundreds of blonde girls but they’re never going to be me. So just admit that whatever the hell going on with you and Brittany is just your way of getting by without me.”
“What if I actually like her?” Santana asked, though she knew the shakiness in her voice was probably giving away the reaction Quinn was drawing out of her. And she didn’t even know if she did like Brittany like that, but it wasn’t like she disliked her and she could like her... so that had to count. It wouldn’t be a total lie if Quinn pressed further on that.
“But not as much as you like me,” Quinn said matter-of-factly then pinched one of Santana’s nipples. “What about all those things you want to do to me? I know you wanted to do it again after the first time. Tell me what you wanted to do.”
Santana’s eyes fluttered shut at that and after biting her lip hard to get herself to focus, she smirked and opened her eyes again, deliberately licking her lips slowly and obviously. “Why does it matter when I have someone else to do things with? I mean, I did think about what it would be like to get my tongue inside you. And I know you want that too. But, again, I can do that to someone else now.”
“But you’re just there for the orgasms. Do you tell her she’s cute how how much you want her? It’s never going to be like it was with me when you’re with her. You’re just settling for second best. She doesn’t know about your lizard tongue, S. She doesn’t know a lot of things about you. I’m the one who knows everything about you,” Quinn said fiercely as she continued pinching at the brunette’s nipples and began rocking her hips as well.
“Then--” Santana cut herself off before she could actually finish that sentence, biting her lip again and looking away despite the fact that Quinn was still touching her and it still felt really good. Except she couldn’t just pussy out (no pun intended) about this so she forced herself to look at Quinn again. “Why don’t you want me?”
“I want you so much, but it’s wrong,” Quinn moaned out in frustration. “We’re not supposed to feel like this for each other. We’re both girls and this isn’t how it is supposed to be.” It was so totally wrong and went against everything she was saying, but the more she talked, the harder she moved her hips against Santana and it felt so good and she had missed it so much.
“So what are you going to do, just spend forever pretending you don’t want to be with me?” Santana asked, obviously irritated with this answer. She took hold of Quinn’s thighs with her hands, running her thumbs along her skin, and swallowed hard as she watched the other girl move.
“It isn’t that easy, you know how my family is,” Quinn growled out at the dual feeling of her center rocking against Santana’s and also Santana’s fingers stroking her skin. “What do you expect me to do? Just... admit that I’m... gay? I can’t do that.”
Santana didn’t really know what to say to this. She did get what Quinn was saying and, hell, she kind of felt the same way too. But they didn’t really need to be talking about serious shit like that right now, did they? Not when everything was feeling so good. “Okay,” she said, giving up by this point on keeping her voice steady. “I can think of a few things you can do right now, though.”
“Okay,” Quinn said in agreement, thinking they were on the same page here. Or at least they both knew that in this moment they wanted each other and that was all that should matter. “Tell me then. What do you want?”
“I just fucking want you to kiss me,” Santana said, fully aware of how pathetic that sounded. “I mean-- don’t just stop there but right now I need that. Please.”
“Have you missed me?” Quinn asked. And surprisingly the question came out genuinely, without a trace of snark or ulterior motivation. As she waited for Santana to answer, the blonde began kissing up her chest and neck, flicking her tongue at the brunette’s pulse point.
Santana tilted her head back and sideways, giving Quinn more room. “Yes, I fucking missed you,” she said then, unable to stop herself from lifting her hips up and gasping at how good it felt pushing against Quinn’s weight. “Tell me you missed me too.”
“Yeah, I missed you,” Quinn murmured against Santana’s jaw before finally brushing her lips against the other girl. She kissed slowly at first, a little scared at screwing this up since she hadn’t kissed anyone since the last time she and Santana had kissed, but it felt right and after a few moments she intensified the kiss, running her tongue along the brunette’s lower lip.
Feeling kind of triumphant that she wasn’t always the first person to initiate the kissing anymore, Santana kissed Quinn back eagerly, arching her back up and pulling the blonde down onto her some more. “I thought we were the same size,” she mumbled after a moment, skimming one of her hands over Quinn’s ass and noticing again how the bathing suit was slightly big on her.
“I guess not anymore,” Quinn said with a whimper and pushed her ass back into Santana’s hand. “It doesn’t matter though, it’s not like I planned to keep it on for very long,” she said quickly, though realized how that sounded, and added, “I mean, because we wouldn’t be out in the sun very long... Whatever, just kiss me some more.”
Unfortunately for Quinn, Santana had definitely caught that so she smirked and pulled away, back to looking smug. “You totally came over to try and do me,” she said as she moved her other hand up Quinn’s waist and around to her upper back. The thought occurred to her that maybe she shouldn’t be making it so easy for Quinn but she had been in a vulnerable position and had totally been tricked into saying all of those weird pseudo-sappy things. So, whatever. “Do you think about that night, Q?” she asked, lifting her head up to kiss the blonde again.
“No I didn’t, I came here to be a... a thoughtful friend!” Quinn protested, though stumbled over her words, which probably wasn’t the most convincing. But then Santana was kissing her again and her head sort of felt like it was floating (this was so gay) and when she finally pulled back she was panting slightly. “Sometimes,” she admitted bashfully. “Do you?”
“All the fucking time,” Santana said immediately, then winced. So much for trying to be more aloof, though she was pretty sure no one would actually be able to play it cool if they had Quinn Fabray shooting those weirdly hot, obviously embarrassed looks at them. “I. Here? Really?”
Quinn smirked, but only briefly, then leaned down and kissed Santana again as she started moving her hands up and down the brunette’s side and along her rib cage. “We can go inside if you want,” she said after a few moments and moved a finger under the waistband of her swimsuit bottom.
Santana had to admit there was serious appeal in possibly being caught. Besides, she would never have guessed that Quinn would want to do this here, of all places, and part of her wondered if the blonde was bluffing. “No, we should,” she said, running her hand back up to Quinn’s ass and digging her fingertips into the swimsuit fabric, holding on as she shot Quinn another smirk and further moved her legs apart on either side of the chair now. “Here. If you want me.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?” Quinn said, then adjusted herself so she was sitting on the chair and Santana’s legs were draped around her waist. “There, that’s better,” she murmured to herself and then moved her hand further into Santana’s swimsuit bottom. “You’re already really wet. I bet you wanted this to happen when you saw me at your front door,” she said, running her fingers up and down the brunette’s folds. “Isn’t that right?”
“Not the only time I’ve wanted you to do this,” Santana admitted, already finding it really hard to breathe. What was the protocol for hooking up outside? It made sense that she would still need to be quiet but that seemed somehow counterintuitive. She was also beginning to feel kind of nervous, seeing as how she’d basically just admitted how badly she wanted Quinn and, as the blonde’s best friend, she knew how vindictive she could be. What if she just stopped all of a sudden? “You’re not-- fuck, this is. I just really.” Everything she could think of to say sounded fucking pathetic so she gave up and closed her eyes.
“Not the only time I’ve wanted to do this,” Quinn whispered back, positioning two of her fingers at Santana’s entrance. “Just stop trying to talk and... just...” But the blonde couldn’t even find the right words to finish the sentence and instead pushed her fingers inside, gasping at the hot tight feeling that she hadn’t realized how much she missed.
Santana just nodded, glad Quinn wasn’t pressing her out of curiosity regarding what she had just almost said, and did her best to swallow a moan. She wasn’t going to talk anymore, anyway. It wasn’t productive and Quinn’s ego was already massive this afternoon and-- “Fuck, Quinn, you know exactly how I want this.” Well, shit.
“Because no one else knows you like I do, Santana,” Quinn said, pushing her fingers in more roughly. “No one else is ever going to make you feel like I make you feel. And you know it. Tell me I’m right.”
Santana couldn’t actually bring herself to tell Quinn that she was right even though she was. “Quinn, just don’t stop, please,” she said instead, making eye contact for a moment before closing her eyes again because the look on the blonde’s face was just way too fucking hot and Quinn didn’t need to know that apparently Santana got off on just looking at her these days.
“You’re not very good at following directions,” Quinn growled and pulled her fingers out, flicking a fingertip over Santana’s clit before pulling her hand completely out of the swimsuit bottoms. “And I don’t tolerate that.”
“God damn fucking hell what the fuck are you doing,” Santana swore, shooting the best glare she could manage up at Quinn as she tried to ignore the aching feeling that something was missing now that Quinn had stopped. “Are you... You’re totally getting off on making me beg for you, aren’t you?”
“Well, you like it too,” Quinn shot back, biting her lip slightly and blushing at being called out like that. “And I know you want me to keep going. So give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”
“What do you want me to do?” Santana asked, smirking a bit once she’d calmed down her breathing a bit and understood how this was going to work between them. “I’ll do it.”
“Are you deaf as well as disobedient?” Quinn scowled at Santana. “I already told you what I wanted. Maybe you should pay attention more.”
“You were being fucking distracting,” Santana retorted, then took a deep breath and forced herself to ignore her pride for now. “But... you’re right. I don’t. Feel like this. Unless it’s you touching me.”
“That’s what I thought,” Quinn said with a smirk and moved her hand back inside Santana’s swimsuit, immediately thrusting two fingers back in, and moving them faster than before. “Is this what does it for you, S? Me looming over you with my fingers fucking you?”
Santana moved her hands onto the armrests of her chair, squeezing tightly, and bucked her hips up against Quinn’s hand. “Yes,” she said, between breaths. “God. Yes.”
“Are you getting close yet?” Quinn asked, curling her fingers slightly as she continued thrusting in and out. “Am I going to make you come? Make you come harder than you do with anyone else...” She trailed off, focusing on adjusting her hand so she could get her thumb against Santana’s clit.
“Yes,” Santana said again, though it came out as more of a moan. In the back of her mind she thought about how she hadn’t meant to be so loud just now and she hoped no one happened to be outside listening to them, but Quinn’s thumb on her clit was perfect and after a moment she couldn’t think anymore. “This-- don’t stop. Harder.”
Obliging Santana’s request, Quinn began fucking her harder, pressing into her clit harder as well. “Come on, Santana. Do it. Come for me. And you better say my name when you do.”
Everything was the perfect amount of rough after a minute and Santana knew she would never get this from Brittany, so Quinn’s request was something she had no problem obeying. “Oh, fuck, Quinn,” she said, biting her lip and tilting her head backwards against the chair as she felt herself start to come, then repeated the blonde’s name just to show she could still follow directions.
Quinn continued moving her fingers as she felt Santana come, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. When she finally felt the brunette calming down underneath her, she slowed her hand and finally withdrew it from Santana’s swimsuit. “Did she ever make you come like that?”
Santana shook her head no, her breathing still erratic, then waited until she’d calmed down more before hooking a leg around Quinn’s waist and pulling her closer. Kind of feeling determined to make Quinn also see that she wouldn’t ever feel like this unless they were together, she pushed herself up and whispered, “Tell me what to do.”
She wasn’t even really being touched, but already Quinn felt short of breath. But she did her best to keep her cool and took a moment before smirking and saying, “I want your tongue in me. And I know you want it too.”
“Tell me where you want it,” Santana said, feigning innocence (though ‘innocence’ really wasn’t the right word) and smirking back up at Quinn. She leaned in a little closer and licked the skin between Quinn’s breasts, then traced the edge of the bikini top diagonally up with her tongue. “You weren’t really that specific.”
“You know where I want it, Santana,” Quinn gasped out, pushing her chest into the other girl’s mouth. “I want your lizard tongue on my pussy. Now.”
Santana was pretty sure Quinn wouldn’t be receptive to her saying that she was being really gay right now, so she nodded and hooked her thumbs into Quinn’s bathing suit bottoms and started to push them down. “Switch places or do you still want to be on top?” she asked then, now licking up the blonde’s neck and biting her earlobe.
“We can switch. For now. But only because it’s uncomfortable being on my knees for so long,” Quinn said, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning at the feeling of Santana nibbling at her ear. “I’m gonna get up now so you can move and I can lie down,” she added reluctantly then started pulling away.
Santana quickly adjusted her bathing suit top, not because she was worried about modesty but because she had belatedly realized that she might get awkward tan lines with it being all askew, then moved out of the way so Quinn could lie down. “You’re sure?” she asked, unable to stop from smirking in anticipation as she straddled the blonde’s hips, tracing patterns on her stomach with her fingertips.
“Shit, Santana, just do it,” Quinn whined impatiently and bucked her hips up into the other girl. “Unlike you, I haven’t been sleeping around to fill the void so just fucking do it now.”
Santana moved backwards and pulled the bathing suit down more, then made no attempt to hide how much she wanted to do this too when she looked back up at Quinn. “Spread.”
Quinn let out a shaky breath and nodded, parting her thighs until there was more than enough room for Santana. “Please...”
After shooting Quinn one more smirk, Santana adjusted so she could do this without falling off of the lawn chair. “God, you’re gorgeous,” she couldn’t help but say before finally bending down and slowly licking up to Quinn’s clit, wrapping one of her arms around Quinn’s leg and tracing her thumb over the blonde’s hipbone.
“Shit,” Quinn moaned out as soon as Santana’s tongue made contact. All she wanted to do was buck up into Santana’s face but she didn’t want to suffocate her or do anything that would make her stop, so instead, the blonde grabbed the chair’s armrests and grabbed hard. “Keep going.”
Usually Santana thought she was only okay at this (not that she had done this that many times, but she had considered it practice anyway for when Quinn eventually came back to her) but she was pretty sure moaning was a good sign. She flattened her tongue against the blonde’s clit and added a little pressure experimentally, then brought her other arm around and underneath her so she could start working in one of her fingers.
Continuing to hold on to the lawn chair just wasn’t working for Quinn and after a few more moments, released her grip and moved her hand down to rest on the top of Santana’s head, tangling her fingers in the brunette’s hair. “More. Please. Don’t stop.”
Knowing she was making Quinn feel good was kind of getting Santana worked up again but she concentrated on the task at hand as best as she could. She had no intentions of stopping though and after a moment, added another finger and slowly started to scissor them inside instead of the thrusts she’d just been doing.
“Oh, God, Santana... Fuck, yes.” Somewhere in the back of her brain, Quinn was embarrassed about being so loud and pathetic. But everything felt way too good for her to actually care. She rocked her hips into Santana’s fingers, groaning again, and added, “More tongue. Now.”
Santana glanced up and couldn’t help but make a muffled noise at the look on Quinn’s face. Once she decided she’d gotten her stretched out, she added a third finger and sped her tongue up, then glanced at Quinn again.
“Santana, fuck,” Quinn whined and tightened her grip in the other girl’s hair. “Just like that. Just like that. God. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” she babbled, rocking her hips up as well as she felt herself growing closer to orgasm.
It was kind of hard to keep everything the same when Quinn was moving her hips like that, but it was fucking hot so Santana didn’t really mind that much. She squeezed her free hand into Quinn’s thigh and pressed her tongue harder, kind of pathetically moaning around her clit as she kept going.
There was a weird vibration sensation from Santana moaning around her clit but it was so amazing and then her tongue was rougher on her and her fingers were stretching her and even though it should be uncomfortable it just added to the pressure in the pit of her stomach. “I’m gonna come... oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Quinn moaned out just before she tensed and and shuddered in climax.
Santana waited until Quinn had finished before getting up and tugging the swimsuit bottoms back up, licking her lips almost absentmindedly before straddling the blonde again. “Hey,” she said quietly, hoping this wasn’t going to be like last time where they’d both just panicked.
“Hi,” Quinn replied, still breathing heavily. Although she was sort of too tired to really do anything at that moment, she forced herself to reach up, and brushed a kiss along Santana’s lips. “That was really good.”
“Yeah?” Santana tried not to smirk too much in response to this, plus she was still kind of apprehensive about how they were going to handle the whole them hooking up again when Quinn’d made it clear earlier in the school year that it wasn’t going to happen again. “You better be sleeping over after that.”
“Why, do you have more planned?” Quinn asked, returning the smirk for a few moments before growing more seriously. “I... I don’t want to go home. So if you want me to stay, I will.”
Santana placed her hands on the chair back, a little above Quinn’s head, and moved so that she was kind of on top of her. “Yeah, I want you to stay,” she said just as seriously, before trying to brush off her sudden emotion. “Just don’t think I’ll keep doing everything you say when we aren’t doing it, okay?”
“Oh yeah?” Quinn asked, smirking again, and moving an arm around Santana’s waist to pull her more against her. “So you liked when I was bossy?” Except the part she should have been focusing on was the other part so after a moment she added “And, you want to do it again?”
“I guess I figure you can’t keep your hands off of me when we’re alone so it’ll probably happen again,” Santana said, purposefully ignoring the comment about her liking being bossed around (even though it was true). “I, uh. I kind of still need to shower and stuff so I should probably do that... but I also haven’t eaten anything and if you just came straight here you probably are too. So maybe we should have dinner?”
“Yeah, I suppose we should do that. And you should, um, shower...” Quinn trailed off, blushing and trying not to think of Santana wet and naked. “So, I guess you can do that and I’ll just wait and stuff. If you want me to. Or... I don’t know.”
“Are you perving on me, Fabray?” Santana asked, her eyebrows raising almost immediately. Now she was feeling extra smug. She turned her head and, because she could, planted a light kiss on Quinn’s lips before reluctantly getting up. “You can do whatever you want to.”
Author: wanderinghope & backitup_baby
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,807
Spoilers: Through 2x12
Summary: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. Santana got her lizard obsession from Quinn.
A/N: This fic was written by wanderinghope (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Santana)!
Chapters: ( One | Two)
Chapter Three
After the incident (because Quinn couldn’t actually think about what they did or else it would be real and really gay) both girls went on as if nothing had happened. Of course everything was different but it’s not like they could tell anyone or indicate that anything had happened. That was the thing about being on the Cheerios. Everyone looked up to you and wanted to be you and you had to be perfect. So there was no option but to go on as if everything was normal.
Practice was finally over for the day and the squad headed back to the locker room to clean up and ‘get the hell out’ (as shouted by Coach Sylvester) and go home. Quinn pulled out her hairband and shook her pony tail loose as she walked, trying to ignore Santana talking to Brittany behind her.
Santana was in the middle of reminding Brittany that the Pierces needed to drop her off at home because the Lopezes were away for the weekend because of some pathology conference in Colorado. Plus, her brother was supposed to come home from college at Ohio State to make sure she didn’t accidentally burn the house down, but had decided to show up Saturday morning instead of Friday evening because he wanted to go to some party. Deciding to just shower at home, she went over to her locker to make sure she had everything in her gym bag, then turned around and pretended to ‘only just’ notice that Quinn was next to them. “Have a good weekend, Q,” she said slowly, shooting her a smirk as she slung her bag onto her shoulder.
Quinn had turned around just in time to see Brittany and Santana’s pinkies laced together and then break apart as the girls parted ways. She normally got along just fine with the other blonde but seeing her in such close contact with her Santana really was not okay. And sure, maybe it was already spring and she and Santana had been ignoring whatever had happened for almost 8 months, but they were each other’s firsts and that meant something.
“Sure, you too, S,” Quinn replied sweetly and grabbed the stuff from her locker as well then walked off to the shower. She wasn’t due to turn 16 until July so unfortunately she had to get rides from her mom until then. And although the showers at school were kind of gross, waiting around and being sweaty until her mom got there was even grosser, so she reluctantly washed her hair and changed into some regular clothes before heading outside.
Her mom was already there and she hopped in the passenger seat. “Hi Quinnie, how was practice honey? Working your way up to the top of the pyramid? That’s my girl. And with your older sister as captain when she was at McKinley, I’m sure it won’t be long until you are too,” Judy Fabray rambled on as they started driving home.
Quinn wasn’t really listening though. She kept thinking of Santana and Brittany’s pinkies laced together and Brittany was always looking at Santana and … they were probably messing around. They were probably doing things that Santana was only supposed to be doing with Quinn. Well actually they weren’t supposed to be doing it at all since it was gay and stuff, but she and Santana were supposed to be each other’s exceptions or something.
“Hey mom, do you think you could take me to Santana’s house? Her parents are out of town and her bother isn’t supposed to get there until late or something and I’d really hate for her to be alone,” Quinn said suddenly, and looked over at her mother with a sweet smile. “I’m sure she would really appreciate it.”
“Oh no problem, honey. You are so thoughtful. Of course I will take you there,” Judy said, and turned at the next road that lead into Santana’s neighborhood. The rest of the drive was mostly filled with more of her mother’s endless chatter about events going on at church and the upcoming bake sale. Quinn nodded and agreed when she needed to as she simultaneously thought about what was going to happen when she arrived at Santana’s. Finally her mom parked in front of the brunette’s house. Quinn smiled and told her she would call tomorrow when she wanted to be picked up before grabbing her stuff, getting out of the car, and making her way to the front door to knock.
Spring meant tanning season, and even though being on the Cheerios meant Santana had access to year-round tanning through the discounts Coach got them at the local salons, nothing really compared to lying outside after school in her backyard and reading a magazine. She’d gotten home after practice with about an hour’s worth of good sun to soak up so she’d changed into her bathing suit almost immediately. Plus, since no one was home (for the first time in her life!) she didn’t have to change out of it right away.
Because of this, Santana was kind of hesitant about opening the door in her bathing suit, especially when she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she looked through the window and saw Mrs. Fabray’s car outside, though, she took a few deep breaths, fixed a smirk on her face, and opened the door. “Sup?” she asked, obviously trying to play it cool.
Quinn should have known that she would find Santana in her bathing suit and reeking of coconut (which actually smelled really good and it probably tasted good too--wait no!) but she just hadn’t been thinking and now here she was at Santana’s door, looking at her best friend barely clothed, and loosing her nerve at each passing second. “Uh, nothing. I just heard you say your parents were out of town and thought you might want company and stuff. I figured you’d get bored alone so, hi and stuff. Are you going to invite me in or what?”
“Yeah, thanks for coming by,” Santana said, not really sure what to make of Quinn randomly being at her house. Obviously, she wasn’t about to throw her out or anything like that, and she was pretty secretly pleased that she was there, but there had to be some kind of agenda. Usually Quinn gave some sort of warning or they had things planned or... anyway. “I, um. Are you sleeping over?”
“I don’t know. I can call my mom later tonight if you don’t want me to, but if your brother isn’t going to get here until tomorrow you probably don’t want to be alone tonight,” Quinn said, dropping her backpack by the door and slipping off her shoes. Crap. She had totally just admitted to eavesdropping on Santana earlier though. “I mean, whatever works.”
Santana shut the door after Quinn and raised her eyebrows a little, feeling smug. “Yeah, well... it’s cool if you sleep over. There’s still tanning time today but we don’t have to do that.” She couldn’t help herself from looking Quinn over, a bit, though, and did her best to continue acting like everything was okay. “Unless you want to borrow one of my bathing suits.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Quinn agreed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other a little nervously. “I mean, I don’t want you to have to change your plans and stuff just because I’m here, so, I’ll go get a swim suit or whatever.”
“I’ll meet you outside, then,” Santana said, after a really awkward pause in which she’d debated how best to handle this. “You know where to look. Obviously.”
“Yeah, see you in a couple minutes,” Quinn said, doing her best not to watch Santana walk away, then made her way to the brunette’s room. She felt a little weird undressing for some reason, but pushed it aside and picked out a white and blue striped suit to put on. It was a little big on her and she kept adjusting it as she walked down the stairs, but eventually just said screw it and walked out to the back yard. “Uh, hey,” she said, making her way over to Santana. Who was on her stomach with her top untied. Logically Quinn knew it was because she didn’t want to get tan lines, but she was almost naked and they were outside and what if someone saw? “How’s the sun?” This was awkward. So awkward.
“Hot,” Santana said without thinking as she turned her head to look over at Quinn on the lawn chair next to her. “I mean, obviously,” she added then, in an attempt to cover it up. “You can probably feel it too.” Shit.
Quinn swallowed hard and nodded slightly. “Yeah, well, I mean not as hot as it would be if it were earlier in the day. But obviously we’re in school then. At least it’s still better then those tanning beds though,” she replied, tugging at the too-big swimsuit top again.
“Definitely,” Santana agreed, bringing her hands up and making sure her hair was out of the way so she didn’t get awkward lines on her shoulders. She wasn’t even sure if that was possible but she wasn’t about to take any chances. Once she was satisfied, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that her bathing suit was obviously too big on Quinn.
After Quinn got herself adjusted to a comfortable position, and she was pretty sure that Santana was too and wouldn’t be talking anymore, a silence fell between them. As it went on longer and longer, Quinn grew more and more nervous and finally blurted out, “So are you and Brittany fucking now or what?”
Santana startled obviously at this. After a few seconds of more silence, she shrugged a little, as best as she could while still lying down, and said, “I don’t know. It’s happened.” Really, Quinn had no right to care if they were or not.
“Oh, so now you just do it with anyone?” Quinn asked, glaring at Santana out of the corner of her eye.
“It’s not like it means anything,” Santana said, bringing her hands back to retie her top before she rolled over onto her back. “You had your chance, anyway. And I can’t help it that other people besides you are willing to admit that they want me.”
“Right, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Brittany also happens to be blonde? Do you think about me when you’re fucking her? Does she make you come like I made you? I think you’re just mad that I didn’t want to keep doing it right away and you had to find a replacement,” Quinn huffed, pulling at her swimsuit again.
Santana rolled her eyes, though she certainly wasn’t about to admit that she definitely had been fighting back on-and-off thoughts about Quinn while she had been with Brittany. “I think I got bored and decided to get my orgasms somewhere else.”
“You’re such a liar,” Quinn hissed, “And I’m going to prove it.” With Santana on her back now, Quinn quickly stood up and moved over to the brunette, straddling her waist. “Are you bored now?”
“So bored,” Santana drawled, tucking her hands behind her head and smirking up at Quinn.
Quinn knew she had to do something drastic, so after a moment, she reached out and pushed the sections of Santana’s swim suit top to the side until her breasts were exposed. “Have you ever done it outside?”
Santana’s backyard was surrounded by trees her parents had had planted when they’d bought the plot, thinking it’d be classier than just a fence, so while she was actually kind of scandalized by what Quinn had just done, she wasn’t worried that any neighbors were going to see. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t want Quinn showing interest in her again. “No,” she said, trying to keep her breathing regular.
“Looks like I’m your first for this too,” Quinn said then lazily began scraping her nails over Santana’s nipples. “I’m always going to be your first Santana and I don’t care what you say, you know it means something. And you can go fuck hundreds of blonde girls but they’re never going to be me. So just admit that whatever the hell going on with you and Brittany is just your way of getting by without me.”
“What if I actually like her?” Santana asked, though she knew the shakiness in her voice was probably giving away the reaction Quinn was drawing out of her. And she didn’t even know if she did like Brittany like that, but it wasn’t like she disliked her and she could like her... so that had to count. It wouldn’t be a total lie if Quinn pressed further on that.
“But not as much as you like me,” Quinn said matter-of-factly then pinched one of Santana’s nipples. “What about all those things you want to do to me? I know you wanted to do it again after the first time. Tell me what you wanted to do.”
Santana’s eyes fluttered shut at that and after biting her lip hard to get herself to focus, she smirked and opened her eyes again, deliberately licking her lips slowly and obviously. “Why does it matter when I have someone else to do things with? I mean, I did think about what it would be like to get my tongue inside you. And I know you want that too. But, again, I can do that to someone else now.”
“But you’re just there for the orgasms. Do you tell her she’s cute how how much you want her? It’s never going to be like it was with me when you’re with her. You’re just settling for second best. She doesn’t know about your lizard tongue, S. She doesn’t know a lot of things about you. I’m the one who knows everything about you,” Quinn said fiercely as she continued pinching at the brunette’s nipples and began rocking her hips as well.
“Then--” Santana cut herself off before she could actually finish that sentence, biting her lip again and looking away despite the fact that Quinn was still touching her and it still felt really good. Except she couldn’t just pussy out (no pun intended) about this so she forced herself to look at Quinn again. “Why don’t you want me?”
“I want you so much, but it’s wrong,” Quinn moaned out in frustration. “We’re not supposed to feel like this for each other. We’re both girls and this isn’t how it is supposed to be.” It was so totally wrong and went against everything she was saying, but the more she talked, the harder she moved her hips against Santana and it felt so good and she had missed it so much.
“So what are you going to do, just spend forever pretending you don’t want to be with me?” Santana asked, obviously irritated with this answer. She took hold of Quinn’s thighs with her hands, running her thumbs along her skin, and swallowed hard as she watched the other girl move.
“It isn’t that easy, you know how my family is,” Quinn growled out at the dual feeling of her center rocking against Santana’s and also Santana’s fingers stroking her skin. “What do you expect me to do? Just... admit that I’m... gay? I can’t do that.”
Santana didn’t really know what to say to this. She did get what Quinn was saying and, hell, she kind of felt the same way too. But they didn’t really need to be talking about serious shit like that right now, did they? Not when everything was feeling so good. “Okay,” she said, giving up by this point on keeping her voice steady. “I can think of a few things you can do right now, though.”
“Okay,” Quinn said in agreement, thinking they were on the same page here. Or at least they both knew that in this moment they wanted each other and that was all that should matter. “Tell me then. What do you want?”
“I just fucking want you to kiss me,” Santana said, fully aware of how pathetic that sounded. “I mean-- don’t just stop there but right now I need that. Please.”
“Have you missed me?” Quinn asked. And surprisingly the question came out genuinely, without a trace of snark or ulterior motivation. As she waited for Santana to answer, the blonde began kissing up her chest and neck, flicking her tongue at the brunette’s pulse point.
Santana tilted her head back and sideways, giving Quinn more room. “Yes, I fucking missed you,” she said then, unable to stop herself from lifting her hips up and gasping at how good it felt pushing against Quinn’s weight. “Tell me you missed me too.”
“Yeah, I missed you,” Quinn murmured against Santana’s jaw before finally brushing her lips against the other girl. She kissed slowly at first, a little scared at screwing this up since she hadn’t kissed anyone since the last time she and Santana had kissed, but it felt right and after a few moments she intensified the kiss, running her tongue along the brunette’s lower lip.
Feeling kind of triumphant that she wasn’t always the first person to initiate the kissing anymore, Santana kissed Quinn back eagerly, arching her back up and pulling the blonde down onto her some more. “I thought we were the same size,” she mumbled after a moment, skimming one of her hands over Quinn’s ass and noticing again how the bathing suit was slightly big on her.
“I guess not anymore,” Quinn said with a whimper and pushed her ass back into Santana’s hand. “It doesn’t matter though, it’s not like I planned to keep it on for very long,” she said quickly, though realized how that sounded, and added, “I mean, because we wouldn’t be out in the sun very long... Whatever, just kiss me some more.”
Unfortunately for Quinn, Santana had definitely caught that so she smirked and pulled away, back to looking smug. “You totally came over to try and do me,” she said as she moved her other hand up Quinn’s waist and around to her upper back. The thought occurred to her that maybe she shouldn’t be making it so easy for Quinn but she had been in a vulnerable position and had totally been tricked into saying all of those weird pseudo-sappy things. So, whatever. “Do you think about that night, Q?” she asked, lifting her head up to kiss the blonde again.
“No I didn’t, I came here to be a... a thoughtful friend!” Quinn protested, though stumbled over her words, which probably wasn’t the most convincing. But then Santana was kissing her again and her head sort of felt like it was floating (this was so gay) and when she finally pulled back she was panting slightly. “Sometimes,” she admitted bashfully. “Do you?”
“All the fucking time,” Santana said immediately, then winced. So much for trying to be more aloof, though she was pretty sure no one would actually be able to play it cool if they had Quinn Fabray shooting those weirdly hot, obviously embarrassed looks at them. “I. Here? Really?”
Quinn smirked, but only briefly, then leaned down and kissed Santana again as she started moving her hands up and down the brunette’s side and along her rib cage. “We can go inside if you want,” she said after a few moments and moved a finger under the waistband of her swimsuit bottom.
Santana had to admit there was serious appeal in possibly being caught. Besides, she would never have guessed that Quinn would want to do this here, of all places, and part of her wondered if the blonde was bluffing. “No, we should,” she said, running her hand back up to Quinn’s ass and digging her fingertips into the swimsuit fabric, holding on as she shot Quinn another smirk and further moved her legs apart on either side of the chair now. “Here. If you want me.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?” Quinn said, then adjusted herself so she was sitting on the chair and Santana’s legs were draped around her waist. “There, that’s better,” she murmured to herself and then moved her hand further into Santana’s swimsuit bottom. “You’re already really wet. I bet you wanted this to happen when you saw me at your front door,” she said, running her fingers up and down the brunette’s folds. “Isn’t that right?”
“Not the only time I’ve wanted you to do this,” Santana admitted, already finding it really hard to breathe. What was the protocol for hooking up outside? It made sense that she would still need to be quiet but that seemed somehow counterintuitive. She was also beginning to feel kind of nervous, seeing as how she’d basically just admitted how badly she wanted Quinn and, as the blonde’s best friend, she knew how vindictive she could be. What if she just stopped all of a sudden? “You’re not-- fuck, this is. I just really.” Everything she could think of to say sounded fucking pathetic so she gave up and closed her eyes.
“Not the only time I’ve wanted to do this,” Quinn whispered back, positioning two of her fingers at Santana’s entrance. “Just stop trying to talk and... just...” But the blonde couldn’t even find the right words to finish the sentence and instead pushed her fingers inside, gasping at the hot tight feeling that she hadn’t realized how much she missed.
Santana just nodded, glad Quinn wasn’t pressing her out of curiosity regarding what she had just almost said, and did her best to swallow a moan. She wasn’t going to talk anymore, anyway. It wasn’t productive and Quinn’s ego was already massive this afternoon and-- “Fuck, Quinn, you know exactly how I want this.” Well, shit.
“Because no one else knows you like I do, Santana,” Quinn said, pushing her fingers in more roughly. “No one else is ever going to make you feel like I make you feel. And you know it. Tell me I’m right.”
Santana couldn’t actually bring herself to tell Quinn that she was right even though she was. “Quinn, just don’t stop, please,” she said instead, making eye contact for a moment before closing her eyes again because the look on the blonde’s face was just way too fucking hot and Quinn didn’t need to know that apparently Santana got off on just looking at her these days.
“You’re not very good at following directions,” Quinn growled and pulled her fingers out, flicking a fingertip over Santana’s clit before pulling her hand completely out of the swimsuit bottoms. “And I don’t tolerate that.”
“God damn fucking hell what the fuck are you doing,” Santana swore, shooting the best glare she could manage up at Quinn as she tried to ignore the aching feeling that something was missing now that Quinn had stopped. “Are you... You’re totally getting off on making me beg for you, aren’t you?”
“Well, you like it too,” Quinn shot back, biting her lip slightly and blushing at being called out like that. “And I know you want me to keep going. So give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”
“What do you want me to do?” Santana asked, smirking a bit once she’d calmed down her breathing a bit and understood how this was going to work between them. “I’ll do it.”
“Are you deaf as well as disobedient?” Quinn scowled at Santana. “I already told you what I wanted. Maybe you should pay attention more.”
“You were being fucking distracting,” Santana retorted, then took a deep breath and forced herself to ignore her pride for now. “But... you’re right. I don’t. Feel like this. Unless it’s you touching me.”
“That’s what I thought,” Quinn said with a smirk and moved her hand back inside Santana’s swimsuit, immediately thrusting two fingers back in, and moving them faster than before. “Is this what does it for you, S? Me looming over you with my fingers fucking you?”
Santana moved her hands onto the armrests of her chair, squeezing tightly, and bucked her hips up against Quinn’s hand. “Yes,” she said, between breaths. “God. Yes.”
“Are you getting close yet?” Quinn asked, curling her fingers slightly as she continued thrusting in and out. “Am I going to make you come? Make you come harder than you do with anyone else...” She trailed off, focusing on adjusting her hand so she could get her thumb against Santana’s clit.
“Yes,” Santana said again, though it came out as more of a moan. In the back of her mind she thought about how she hadn’t meant to be so loud just now and she hoped no one happened to be outside listening to them, but Quinn’s thumb on her clit was perfect and after a moment she couldn’t think anymore. “This-- don’t stop. Harder.”
Obliging Santana’s request, Quinn began fucking her harder, pressing into her clit harder as well. “Come on, Santana. Do it. Come for me. And you better say my name when you do.”
Everything was the perfect amount of rough after a minute and Santana knew she would never get this from Brittany, so Quinn’s request was something she had no problem obeying. “Oh, fuck, Quinn,” she said, biting her lip and tilting her head backwards against the chair as she felt herself start to come, then repeated the blonde’s name just to show she could still follow directions.
Quinn continued moving her fingers as she felt Santana come, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. When she finally felt the brunette calming down underneath her, she slowed her hand and finally withdrew it from Santana’s swimsuit. “Did she ever make you come like that?”
Santana shook her head no, her breathing still erratic, then waited until she’d calmed down more before hooking a leg around Quinn’s waist and pulling her closer. Kind of feeling determined to make Quinn also see that she wouldn’t ever feel like this unless they were together, she pushed herself up and whispered, “Tell me what to do.”
She wasn’t even really being touched, but already Quinn felt short of breath. But she did her best to keep her cool and took a moment before smirking and saying, “I want your tongue in me. And I know you want it too.”
“Tell me where you want it,” Santana said, feigning innocence (though ‘innocence’ really wasn’t the right word) and smirking back up at Quinn. She leaned in a little closer and licked the skin between Quinn’s breasts, then traced the edge of the bikini top diagonally up with her tongue. “You weren’t really that specific.”
“You know where I want it, Santana,” Quinn gasped out, pushing her chest into the other girl’s mouth. “I want your lizard tongue on my pussy. Now.”
Santana was pretty sure Quinn wouldn’t be receptive to her saying that she was being really gay right now, so she nodded and hooked her thumbs into Quinn’s bathing suit bottoms and started to push them down. “Switch places or do you still want to be on top?” she asked then, now licking up the blonde’s neck and biting her earlobe.
“We can switch. For now. But only because it’s uncomfortable being on my knees for so long,” Quinn said, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning at the feeling of Santana nibbling at her ear. “I’m gonna get up now so you can move and I can lie down,” she added reluctantly then started pulling away.
Santana quickly adjusted her bathing suit top, not because she was worried about modesty but because she had belatedly realized that she might get awkward tan lines with it being all askew, then moved out of the way so Quinn could lie down. “You’re sure?” she asked, unable to stop from smirking in anticipation as she straddled the blonde’s hips, tracing patterns on her stomach with her fingertips.
“Shit, Santana, just do it,” Quinn whined impatiently and bucked her hips up into the other girl. “Unlike you, I haven’t been sleeping around to fill the void so just fucking do it now.”
Santana moved backwards and pulled the bathing suit down more, then made no attempt to hide how much she wanted to do this too when she looked back up at Quinn. “Spread.”
Quinn let out a shaky breath and nodded, parting her thighs until there was more than enough room for Santana. “Please...”
After shooting Quinn one more smirk, Santana adjusted so she could do this without falling off of the lawn chair. “God, you’re gorgeous,” she couldn’t help but say before finally bending down and slowly licking up to Quinn’s clit, wrapping one of her arms around Quinn’s leg and tracing her thumb over the blonde’s hipbone.
“Shit,” Quinn moaned out as soon as Santana’s tongue made contact. All she wanted to do was buck up into Santana’s face but she didn’t want to suffocate her or do anything that would make her stop, so instead, the blonde grabbed the chair’s armrests and grabbed hard. “Keep going.”
Usually Santana thought she was only okay at this (not that she had done this that many times, but she had considered it practice anyway for when Quinn eventually came back to her) but she was pretty sure moaning was a good sign. She flattened her tongue against the blonde’s clit and added a little pressure experimentally, then brought her other arm around and underneath her so she could start working in one of her fingers.
Continuing to hold on to the lawn chair just wasn’t working for Quinn and after a few more moments, released her grip and moved her hand down to rest on the top of Santana’s head, tangling her fingers in the brunette’s hair. “More. Please. Don’t stop.”
Knowing she was making Quinn feel good was kind of getting Santana worked up again but she concentrated on the task at hand as best as she could. She had no intentions of stopping though and after a moment, added another finger and slowly started to scissor them inside instead of the thrusts she’d just been doing.
“Oh, God, Santana... Fuck, yes.” Somewhere in the back of her brain, Quinn was embarrassed about being so loud and pathetic. But everything felt way too good for her to actually care. She rocked her hips into Santana’s fingers, groaning again, and added, “More tongue. Now.”
Santana glanced up and couldn’t help but make a muffled noise at the look on Quinn’s face. Once she decided she’d gotten her stretched out, she added a third finger and sped her tongue up, then glanced at Quinn again.
“Santana, fuck,” Quinn whined and tightened her grip in the other girl’s hair. “Just like that. Just like that. God. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” she babbled, rocking her hips up as well as she felt herself growing closer to orgasm.
It was kind of hard to keep everything the same when Quinn was moving her hips like that, but it was fucking hot so Santana didn’t really mind that much. She squeezed her free hand into Quinn’s thigh and pressed her tongue harder, kind of pathetically moaning around her clit as she kept going.
There was a weird vibration sensation from Santana moaning around her clit but it was so amazing and then her tongue was rougher on her and her fingers were stretching her and even though it should be uncomfortable it just added to the pressure in the pit of her stomach. “I’m gonna come... oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Quinn moaned out just before she tensed and and shuddered in climax.
Santana waited until Quinn had finished before getting up and tugging the swimsuit bottoms back up, licking her lips almost absentmindedly before straddling the blonde again. “Hey,” she said quietly, hoping this wasn’t going to be like last time where they’d both just panicked.
“Hi,” Quinn replied, still breathing heavily. Although she was sort of too tired to really do anything at that moment, she forced herself to reach up, and brushed a kiss along Santana’s lips. “That was really good.”
“Yeah?” Santana tried not to smirk too much in response to this, plus she was still kind of apprehensive about how they were going to handle the whole them hooking up again when Quinn’d made it clear earlier in the school year that it wasn’t going to happen again. “You better be sleeping over after that.”
“Why, do you have more planned?” Quinn asked, returning the smirk for a few moments before growing more seriously. “I... I don’t want to go home. So if you want me to stay, I will.”
Santana placed her hands on the chair back, a little above Quinn’s head, and moved so that she was kind of on top of her. “Yeah, I want you to stay,” she said just as seriously, before trying to brush off her sudden emotion. “Just don’t think I’ll keep doing everything you say when we aren’t doing it, okay?”
“Oh yeah?” Quinn asked, smirking again, and moving an arm around Santana’s waist to pull her more against her. “So you liked when I was bossy?” Except the part she should have been focusing on was the other part so after a moment she added “And, you want to do it again?”
“I guess I figure you can’t keep your hands off of me when we’re alone so it’ll probably happen again,” Santana said, purposefully ignoring the comment about her liking being bossed around (even though it was true). “I, uh. I kind of still need to shower and stuff so I should probably do that... but I also haven’t eaten anything and if you just came straight here you probably are too. So maybe we should have dinner?”
“Yeah, I suppose we should do that. And you should, um, shower...” Quinn trailed off, blushing and trying not to think of Santana wet and naked. “So, I guess you can do that and I’ll just wait and stuff. If you want me to. Or... I don’t know.”
“Are you perving on me, Fabray?” Santana asked, her eyebrows raising almost immediately. Now she was feeling extra smug. She turned her head and, because she could, planted a light kiss on Quinn’s lips before reluctantly getting up. “You can do whatever you want to.”