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We've Got Tonight (And More)	By : Perversity Category: G through L > Glee Views: 12421 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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One year later...
Santana moaned and smacked her forehead against the shower tile, then arched her back to give Quinn greater access to her body. The blonde definitely appreciate it and slide her hands up Santana's torso to take her beautiful breasts in her hands. She squeezed them hard and deeply enjoyed the feeling of her friend's hard nipples digging into her palms. Santana loved it, even encouraged Quinn to be a little rough with her, but her attention was split. Quinn pushed forward and sank the full length of the strapon within Santana's needy sex.
“Goddamn, Quinn...” Santana barely managed to breathe out before the blonde slid almost all the way out and quickly filled her again. Quinn pinched both of her friend's nipples between her fingers, pulling and pinching just hard enough to drive Santana crazy. Hot water fell against Santana's back, but they were both completely wet. As it turns out, a shower is a great place to make out. Who knew?
It's been a full year since Santana and Quinn had their one night stand, although it would be safe to say it wasn't a one night thing. The morning after, they woke up to find their bodies pressed together, the blanket long discarded, and instead of pulling away, Santana pressed even closer and kissed her friend. A quick kiss turned into a makeout session, and the makeout session turned into Quinn returning the favor with that strapon.
The very same strapon Quinn's using now like a blunt weapon. One hand reluctantly moves from her breast and slides firmly down her skin to grasp her hip, pulling Santana back as she thrusts forward. This forced the strapon deep inside of her really hard, and Santana moans out a shuddering breath, her entire body quivering, and tries to apologize to Quinn once again before the blonde takes her breath away with another that makes her cry out.
Quinn is angry and feeling a little possessive, which is entirely Santana's fault. She and her friends had a big reunion where they all partied and caught up with all the crazy shit that's happening in their lives. Throughout the entire thing Santana and Brittany flirted shamelessly with each other right in front of Quinn. Santana had many reasons for flirting, like the fact that she's just naturally flirty, which Quinn knows by now, and that even if they aren't together anymore, Brittany is still sexy as hell. Who wouldn't flirt with her?
That might be a problem if Quinn and Santana were an actual couple, but they're not. They've been sleeping together for nearly a year, and they've gone on a date every time they've seen each other under the guise of friendship. Quinn wasn't ready for her friends to know that she is dating a woman. Mostly because Quinn isn't gay. Okay, so she's sleeping with a woman, but she doesn't have a sexual attraction to any women besides Santana. That difficult reasoning has been a point of annoyance for San, but she tries to be understanding.
But at the party, Santana was at the end of her rope when Puck approached Quinn and started flirting with her. She clearly wasn't interested, but it made Santana jealous. Puck has grown a lot since High School, if he knew that Quinn was involved with someone he wouldn't have so blatantly come on to her. He'd still flirt, but it wouldn't be with the intention of getting the blonde into bed.
Santana knew it was stupid even at the time, but she started flirting with Brittany in order to take her mind off the sight of her and Puck. It was childish, but she wanted to remind Quinn that her own reluctance is the only thing getting between them. But then Santana did something really stupid and started flirting with Brittany for real. She really couldn't help it, she has a weakness for the girl that will stick with her forever. Brittany is her first true love, and it didn't help that the dancer is in the best shape of her life. Seriously, it's unreal.
The kiss that Brittany planted on her lips at the end of the night was unexpected so Santana had no way of avoiding it...right in front Quinn who just barely contained her anger. It was a stupid situation that got out of control, and somehow lead them here to Quinn's shower with Santana hunched against the wall with a very angry Quinn trying to remind San who she belongs to. And doing a damn good job of it. Besides, possessive Quinn is super hot and it's making Santana horny enough to take whatever punishment the blonde decides to dish out.
Quinn suddenly pushes the strapon in deep, making Santana whimper and close her eyes to try and process the feeling, and pushes her against the wall, her breasts flattening against the cool tiles which felt surprisingly good against her super heated skin. No longer bent over, Quinn thrust up inside of her, going slow and hard, and grabbed hold of Santana's hands to intertwine their fingers and hold them in place above them.
Santana wasn't the only one getting off on this. She could hear it in Quinn's voice, how every big push was followed by a gasp and a sharply punctuated moan that made Santana's inside quiver. They've been doing this for a year, and it still shocks her just how much she enjoys hearing Quinn fall apart.
“San...” Quinn gasps out, and Santana doesn't know how she didn't notice that the blonde's lips were right next to her ear. “You're mine. I thought you knew that. I thought I made it clear I'm not an open relationship kind of girl.”
That brought up the memory of Brittany kissing Santana back to the forefront of Quinn's mind, and if anything that just made her fuck Santana harder, squeezing her hands even more possessively. And that's what she's doing, she's fucking her best friend and lover. They've had sex, fucked, and made love. Some people think they're the same thing because they have the same ends. They're not. Not for them.
That's rather poignant for San, who just a year ago was still getting used to the idea of love making being an actual thing. She made love to Brittany, but it still took a while to believe it was real. She had to get past so many years of believing that the only thing people do is fuck, and that love making is just shit that people in love make up to give it more meaning than it actually has.
Brittany helped her realize that love making is real, Quinn helped her realize that love making is incredible. There are definitely times when fucking is preferred over love making, but it was during those times when Santana realized just how much she missed it. Quinn is fucking her right now, and it feels so insanely good, but she misses the love making.
“I...oh fuck!” Quinn interrupts her with a harsh shove that sends fire through Santana's body and makes it impossible to even think about saying anything as the blonde remains buried inside of her. The feeling of Quinn's wet breasts pressing against her back didn't help her regain higher brain functions and she shuddered against the sexy body pressed intimately against her.
“I...I haven't been with anyone else since we started doing this. I am yours, even though you haven't actually claimed me yet.” Santana finally managed to say, but being filled so much with the strapon was making it nearly impossible to hide the hurt in her voice.
It was like High School all over again. For years she railed against the very thought of being gay. For years she forced herself not to love Brittany and only see her as a warm body. And for a while it actually worked. She had convinced herself that she didn't love Brittany, and that the complete lack of love she had for any guy who got close to her was because they just weren't the guy for her.
When she finally accepted that she is gay, thanks in no small amount to Brittany encouraging her and the rest of the Glee club accepting her, she still had to hide it. She couldn't kiss her girlfriend in public, she couldn't actually call their time together a date, and she couldn't acknowledge out loud that Brittany is her girlfriend unless it was in private.
People might think that doesn't matter, but it really does. Although she hated how it all finally came out, she was also relieved. She didn't have to pretend. She could say to the world that she is gay and that Brittany is hers. Whether the world cared to hear it didn't matter because it wasn't about the world knowing, it was about her own identity, her own place in the world. Finding her own identity finally opened her up in ways she never could have been before.
And here she is, once again having to hide an important piece of herself. She couldn't feel like Quinn was hers until the blonde admitted it, and not just in the privacy of her apartment. Santana knows it's greedy and unreasonable, but she had spent far too long being half of who she was. She couldn't go back to that again, not for long.
Thankfully, Quinn seems to pick up on the sound in her voice and she stops and pulls out slowly, the friction driving Santana crazy. Quinn turns her around and kisses her and Santana presses her back against the tiled wall and spreads her legs, allowing the blonde to move between them and push inside of her again, this time much more gently.
This is how they've always been honest, right from that first night they spent together a year ago. When they're touching, writhing in each others arms, flesh against heated flesh, they can't be anything but honest with each other. Their bodies press together, breasts against breasts, when Quinn hilts the shaft inside of Santana and pulls away from the passionate kiss. It strikes Santana just how absolutely gorgeous Quinn looks with wet blonde hair, those piercing eyes that always remind Santana just how lucky she is, and those kissable lips that her own seem magnetized to whenever they're near each other.
After a year, they both know each others bodies better than any lover previously, yes even Brittany in Santana's case, and neither one of them ever got tired of how amazing it felt to press against each other.
“Santana, you're my girlfriend whether or not the world knows about it.” Quinn says, and slowly pulls out and pushes back inside of her. The short stop they had between repositioning hadn't done a thing to calm Santana down, and the movement reminded her just how close she is. To this day it still surprises the two of them how such a very erotic moment can also be loving and intimate in an entirely different way.
“You're my best friend and my lover, and I don't want you to think otherwise.” Quinn starts up a slow, but very satisfying rhythm. The desire to close her eyes, lean her head back and enjoy was so strong, but Santana couldn't look away from Quinn's beautiful eyes even if she wanted to. “But I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready to admit to everyone that I've fallen in love. It has little to do with you being a woman, and everything to do with me being greedy.”
Santana wraps her arms around Quinn for support and comfort, it's become very difficult to keep standing with the way that Quinn is...making love to her. That distinct difference between just minutes ago and now, that change that makes it just as intense but so much more. Their hands intertwine once again, and once again Quinn holds them above them against the wall. There was less force this time, and more a silent plead for her to be vulnerable while Quinn took care of her and brought her to completion.
“But if I say it aloud they're going to ask questions that not even I know the answers to yet. I don't know why or how I fell in love with you. I don't know how I can be more attracted to you than I ever have been to anyone else in my life. I don't know how I can wake up every morning and be happy that you're here with me, or sad during those times you're not. I don't know anything San, except that this last year has been incredible.”
Santana listens to every word, her heart beating in her chest and her body quivering from the pleasure of every thrust inside her body. She is so close, so very close to release, and Quinn is making love to her with her body as well as with her words. That's a first for her. Hell, a lot of this is a first for her.
“But make no mistake, San. I'm yours.” Quinn says, brushing their lips together as she picked up the pace, making Santana arch her back and moan loudly. Their bodies rub against each other as Quinn rapidly makes love to her girlfriend, and she can feel her own release rapidly approaching as well. “And...you're mine.” Quinn manages to gasp out before Santana comes apart before her.
Santana comes harder than she has in a long time, which is pretty impressive because Quinn has given her some remarkable ones. “Oh...oh Quinn!” Santana whimpers, the sound of her voice a stark contrast to the almost violent reaction from her body. She shudders hard, coming all over the shaft buried deep inside her body and squeezes Quinn's hands even harder. Quinn watches and listens as her girlfriend comes undone, but any sound coming out of her mouth never seems to completely escape her, so she is treated to the sound of Santana writhing and whimpering against her.
The sight sends Quinn over the edge with her, and it's a long time before either of them comes back from their own little world where only the two of them can exist. Sooner than Santana thinks, she'll be ready to tell their friends that Santana is her girlfriend, and she's looking forward to it. Until that time, they'll remind reach other with every look and touch that they belong together.
That will have to be enough, and they both believe it will be.
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And there's the end! I am so sorry this took so long, I was working on three other stories and this one was put on hold. Then I saw the recent sneak peek and was like "Is there life beyond Naya Rivera?" and wrote this chapter in record time. This one was actually a big surprise for me, because the idea I had for the epilogue didn't actually get written. I sat down, started Open Office, and started typing...and it went in an entirely different direction. Besides the shower sex, there is nothing in this new epilogue that was in the epilogue I had planned. I went with the flow and this is what I came up with.

It's fluffy...very fluffy. That wasn't planned either. Nonetheless, it was fun to write. Thanks to everyone who left comments. If you found the sex lacking this chapter, it was supposed to be. The first and second was all about the sex, but I wanted to do something slightly different with this one. I've got more stories planned for the future for various characters, so if you want more then check out my channel again later. :) Thanks for reading!
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