We've Got Tonight (And More)

If her entire view didn't consist of a very pleased looking Quinn with unbelievably hot sex hair, then she probably would have called it a night. But it did.

“We could make this a two-time thing.” Santana suggested, and she grinned when Quinn took a hefty drink from her water bottle and set it down on the desk beside her. “I'm pretty sure it would qualify as a four-time thing at that point, San.” Quinn pointed out with a smirk that didn't look at all opposed to the idea.

Santana waved her hand dismissively in the air, “Semantics.” Quinn chuckled and leaned upward, allowing the covers to slide down her form and pool between her legs. Santana's eyes instantly grew heated again, staring with a laser-like focus at her friend, drinking in her form as if for the first time. Not even trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed San's gaze, Quinn slowly dragged her fingers up her soft, but toned stomach to lightly flick one of her nipples. The noticeable shudder that went through her friend made the blonde groan.

With the sheets hugging Santana's form, Quinn didn't get to see much skin, but the thin clothe molded to her form like a second skin, giving quite a sexy view as she rubbed her legs together. Santana's body was growing hot again, and it only got hotter when Quinn slid one hand back down here stomach and between her legs, still completely hidden from view. It didn't take much imagination, however, because a second later, Quinn whimpered when her wrist rolled, rubbing her fingers eagerly against her still very wet center.

“Holy shit...” Santana whispered, and was unable to tear her gaze away even as she drew her hand beneath the clothe covering her form and touched herself as well. They both moaned at the same time as they masturbated in front of each other, bodies shifted and hips rolled in counterpoint to rubbing hands and thrusting fingers.

Quinn bit her bottom lip when Santana whispered her name in between thrusts, and she laid back against the headboard to get more comfortable. The desire to spread her legs was a little too strong, so she impatiently threw the cover off her lower body and revealed herself completely to Santana. Her fingers returned to her pussy and she slid two inside with a moan.

“You know, Santana,” Quinn said, barely able to keep her voice when she thrust her hips up to meet her probing fingers, “I'm really not sure how much of this wetness is me or you.” Santana looked incredibly hungry when Quinn pulled her fingers from herself only long enough to suck them into her mouth and lick them clean. “Mmm. Yeah, I can still taste you.” Her fingers popped out of her mouth and returned between her legs, a knowing smirk told Santana she knew exactly what the was doing to her.

Santana gasped and closed her eyes for a moment. “Tell me what you're thinking about.” She asked when she opened her eyes again. They were so intense that the blonde nearly came all over here fingers right then and there, but she kept herself under control. Barely. She almost forgot to answer when the sheet slid far enough down Santana's body to fall below the swell of her breasts, which had a bounce to them from Santana fucking herself so hard.

Ï'm...I'm thinking about you completely naked in front of me.” Quinn replied, and her arousal jumped up a couple notches when Santana made those thoughts a reality and stripped the rest of the sheet off body. Quinn drank in her form, finally getting in her first good look since they started this. Every moment before this had made her just hazy enough to be fuzzy on the details. It only made her thrust her fingers faster, moaning loudly when she nearly threw herself over the edge.

“What now?” Santana asked with that same intense look on her face, but she could also see the amusement in those beautiful eyes. Still propped up on one arm, Santana lazily ran her hand down the side of her body, the blazing inferno beneath her soft skin only igniting things further from her touch, until she reached the curve of her hip and rested it there.

Quinn forced herself to concentrate, because the game between them had become fun, but holy fuck it was so hard! “Now I'm thinking about you turning around and...” She gasped as she actually pictured it in her head, and for a few moments she had to stop fucking herself to prevent exploding right then, “And you show me your ass.”

Santana smiled, she always had a feeling that Quinn was an ass girl, and turned around so she faced the other direction. Not wanting to miss out on the unbelievably sexy sight of Quinn masturbating, she laid fully on her side and turned her upper body, allowing her to look behind herself and give Quinn that view of her ass she wanted. Santana slid her hand back down her side to her hip, but this time changed course until it rested right on her ass.

Brittany couldn't ever get enough of her ass either, so Santana is quite proud of the effect it has on women and men alike. Actually, and she hoped it's still true for Brittany despite everything that has happened, the only person who has ever been in her ass was Brittany, and vice versa. They were both the kind of people who weren't choosey who they let into their beds, so when they started their relationship, they gave each other something that no previous partner ever had. She still felt as if her ass belonged to Brittany, but she wasn't opposed to showing it off. Especially to her other gorgeous friend who was masturbating not two feet from her.

“I don't think I've ever seen anything hotter than you pleasuring yourself, Quinn.” Santana said, knowing that her words would only turn on the blonde more. Santana gripped one cheek and spread herself open, giving Quinn one hell of a view of both her ass and dripping center.

“San...” Quinn whimpered, and when Santana reached between her legs from behind and rubbed rubbed a finger against her puckered anus, Quinn gasped and came hard enough to make her whole body shake. If there is one thing Santana will miss after tonight, it's watching Quinn come her brains out, because there absolutely can't be anything sexier.

The blonde seemed to come with her entire body, because when she came she writhed against whatever was giving her pleasure, at that moment her fingers. They bury themselves deep inside of her and she squeezes them so hard it's difficult to imagine her having enough strength to pull them back out before she's done. Her free hand palmed one of her breasts in such a desperate way there was no way it didn't hurt. But best of all, in Santana's opinion, her head tilted back and her beautiful eyes shut, and her mouth remained open in a long, anguished cry of release that made Santana want to crawl over and fuck her senseless.

It took forever before Quinn finally regained her senses, and as far as Santana was concerned she could keep coming forever without one word of complaint.

“Seriously...” Quinn said in a breathless whisper, trying to get her entire body back under some measure of control. Santana had already turned back around to face her friend, a very satisfied smile on her face. “You didn't even touch me that time and you gave me an orgasm that rivaled any of the ones I've had from guys when they did.”

“What can I say, I've got a gift?” Santana said, smiling even wider when Quinn nodded in agreement. Knowing her friend needed a break after that particular orgasm, she crawled off the bed and stood up. She felt that familiar ache in her body telling her it's almost time to put an end to this, as much as it pained her to admit. She'd been awake for about thirty hours now, and even she needed to sleep every once in a while.

But she wasn't quite done yet, and she tried not to grin when she felt Quinn's eyes on her back as she crossed the room to one of her suitcases. “I have to admit, when I decided to bring this along, you weren't exactly on my list of women I might be able to use it on.” After a little searching, Santana pulled out something that actually, and much to her enjoyment, made the blonde gasp in shock. Quinn doesn't gasp...at least not legitimately.

Under any normal circumstances, or at least what passes for normal in their daily lives, Quinn might have laughed, but instead she just stared in utter disbelief. One hand clutched at the base, Santana held up a large purple strapon in the air like some kind of trophy. With a satisfied look on her face, Santana pointed it at Quinn teasingly.

“What do you think about it, Quinn?” Santana asked. Quinn opened and closed her mouth a few times before she could get out an actual response. “How did you get that through security?! It looks like a weapon!” Santana laughed and crossed the room to rejoin the blonde on the bed. The wide smile on Santana's face actually made her heart beat a little faster, because it's disturbing how often she forgets just how beautiful of a smile it is. Santana was never much of a smiler, unless you counted the ones that she gave people before cutting them off at the knees.

“With the right person using it, it definitely qualifies as a weapon. Just not a weapon for pain...well, actually a little pain at first. This thing isn't small.” Santana said, and grinned the more uncomfortable Quinn seemed to become. “Don't worry, lover. You'll find that I know how to use a fake one far better than most men know how to use a real one.”

When Quinn still looked reluctant, Santana's eyes softened and she set the strapon aside and crawled over to her best friend. Quinn definitely didn't seem to hate how her breasts swung back and forth with each movement until their lips and bodies met. Santana settled atop her and both of them gasped into each others mouths as they molded and fit together so perfectly, and the soft, pliant globes of Santana's breasts pressed against hers.

Their bodies writhed, flesh against supple flesh, as their lips met and parted too many times to keep count. But it was such a different kiss in comparison to everything else that night. Lips pressed together so softly that if it wasn't for the lovely tingling sensation that spread throughout their bodies, they wouldn't even register the contact. Santana drew out Quinn's tongue with her own, memories of exactly what each others tongues can do lit their senses ablaze, and neither one seemed content to be in each others mouth for long before switching sides.

Their bodies never stopped moving completely, and every second of contact only seemed to add fuel to the kiss that was overwhelming them both. It hurt them inside to even think about the possibility of not kissing like that every day for the rest of their lives, and it hurt them even more knowing it wasn't an option. Later, they might claim it was just something special about two girls kissing to downplay it, but instead they'll both know that it was something that was solely them, a kiss that can't be replicated by another lover.

When they finally stopped kissing, their lips stayed just centimeters from each other for a while longer, both of them hoping one would continue the kiss, both both equally knowing they shouldn't. It was so weird to them both, because there was still something of a ghost feeling on their lips, as if they were still connected. Even their sense of touch didn't want to forget the feeling anytime soon.

“Quinn...” Santana said so softly that the blonde barely recognized the voice. She never knew that one word could be filled with so much feeling, and the fact that it's her name that was said made it so much more poignant. “We've been fucking each other all night, but just once I want find out what it's like to make love to you. Not that sappy crap you see in movies, or some idealized version of it that spills from the lips of hopeless romantics who seem to believe they're experts on the feeling, just sex between two people who love each other.”

Quinn stared up at her friend in surprise, honestly shocked speechless. Santana was the barest she'd ever seen her friend, not holding anything back or putting on a facade because it's easier than being truly honest with another human being. Over the years, Quinn has seen just mere glimpses of Santana's vulnerable core, but it's a blink and you miss it affair.

It's odd, whenever people talk about breaking down walls it always involves destructive force, but Santana took a different approach and broke Quinn's down by removing her own. Quinn wanted to know what it was like to make love as well, because she felt like she'd know if she ever had before.

Her answer didn't involve words, it involved a kiss, which she'll later notice was the deepest way they've been communicating all night. The kiss was short but sweet, and when Santana pulled away she moaned at the loss of body heat that she'd become used to when they were lost in each other. Quinn closed her eyes and tried to regain some of her senses and return to a state of being that wasn't wholly Santana, but it only half worked. Her arousal returned full force like an avalanche, but when she opened her eyes she could still only see her best friend, now with the large, fake phallus on her waist.

Santana gasped as she looked down below her, her body buzzing with the sight of Quinn spread out below her like a feast, and the blondes legs spread as she settled between them. She positioned herself, but refused to move further until their mouths met again, and she slowly started to push inside her friend.

Quinn whimpered, a sound that Santana had heard many times that night and could hear over and over again without getting tired of it, and arched her back until their bodies touched. Quinn worried at her lower lip with her teeth as she stared up intensely at her lover, and continued to lock eyes even when the strapon pushed deeper than any of her previous lovers had before. It took both forever and no time at all before their pelvises met, and Santana enjoy that look in Quinn's eyes. It's a very unique look of someone who is completely filled, and it's a sight she'll never forget.

Quinn knew she should allow herself enough time to adjust, but she didn't mind a little pain if Santana kept looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world. With a sexy grin on her face, she wrapped her legs around Santana's waist and slid her hands up above her head, a blatant invitation if ever there was one.

Santana returned her grin and pulled back a bit, the large shaft dragged against Quinn's inner walls painfully, but it was largely overriden when her lover stopped instantly to make sure she was okay. Once again, Quinn answered with a kiss and Santana started moving again until most of it was removed, then pushed right back in a little faster.

It took a while, but when Santana hilted herself again after a few minutes of slow movement, Quinn moaned loudly in surprise and her strong, athletic legs gripped San even harder. The message was clear, and she pulled out and thrust in quick again.

“San...Oh!” Whatever words were going to spill from her mouth was quickly cut off when Santana did it again and again. “Tell me how you feel, Quinn. I want to know.” She asked, and then picked up the pace, making their bodies shake powerfully against each other with each push.

“So..so full...Oh Go-ah!” Once again, Santana pulled out and entered her again in one long, downward thrust that melted every nerve ending in Quinn's body when their pelvises met again. She couldn't even control the sounds that were coming from her own body anymore, and Santana was having way too much fun pulling out each and every single moan.

Quinn wasn't alone in her pleasure though, because the strapon was doing wonders to Santana's clit, and even if it wasn't she could have easily come just from watching, touching, and listening to her best friend. She experimented every few thrusts, sometimes the depth, sometimes the speed, and she liked to switch it up on the fly because it drove Quinn crazy. Quinn was...shaking against the bed with each push, and her breasts bounced so tantalizingly that Santana couldn't resist pulling their torsos apart just so she could take those firm globes in her hands and pinch the hard, aching peaks of her nipples.

But however frantically they were moving together, it still felt different than just simply fucking. Their senses could overwhelm their bodies, but it couldn't change the fact that they were doing this because they love each other. They weren't always the best of friends, and no matter how much they changed they would still be rivals, but they loved each other. There is one distinct difference between this and what they were doing before, besides the object of choice.

Santana pushed into her friend frantically because it made Quinn happy, and Quinn pulled her down into a heated kiss and returned each thrust with one of equal intensity because it made Santana happy. Their lives just melted away until their entire existence included making each other happy. The fact that making each other happy also included them having mind numbing sex was just a small part of it...albeit a very pleasurable one.

Quinn's arousal started to spike out of control around the same time her body gave her warnings that she couldn't take much more. The entire night's exertions had taken its toll on both of them, and their bodies demanded an end to it. When one particularly hard push nearly destroyed her senses, Quinn desperately pulled Santana as close to her as possible.

“Come with me, San. I want you to-oh fuck!” Once again her words were cut off, but that time it's because Santana pressed their bodies fully together again and rocked their pelvises hard against each other, sending Quinn screaming over the edge. Santana was only a second behind and smashed their lips together in order to swallow the scream that would undoubtedly wake up the entire hotel.

Their bodies shook violently against each other, and barely muffled screams of release echoed around the room. Every nerve ending in their bodies completely overloaded, and once again there was nothing else, only each other.

When it finally stopped, they didn't know, too exhausted to even pull apart for several minutes. It took a monumental effort to pull away from Quinn and remove the strapon, but it was disturbingly easy to curl up beside her and rest her head on Quinn's shoulder. The blonde opened her eyes just long enough to smille at her friend and move closer to her, then fell into a deep slumber as well.

Words can wait until later. They've got tonight, and that's the only thing that matters in their own little world called Quinntana.