Blonde Bitch

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Santana's POV

She crawls towards me like I'm her prey; her messy short blonde hair makes my predator looks like a lion, scary-pretty lioness. The perfection of this creature infront of me is astonishing. How could someone be so perfect? She may not be the love of my life, but that doesn't mean I could not adore such flawless being.

Crawling towards me with all her glory and all I can do is wait for her to strike. Just one touch, a flesh to flesh contact and this prey will give in to submission. I wouldn't dare do anything to postpone whatever game she has in her mind, that smirk says it all. It will be a fantastic night.

After the whimpers, the moans, the scratches, the sweats that cause us to breathe hard I finally hear her breathe evenly; and that is my cue to escape this amazingly wild forest I am in. I am welcome to stay, to spend the night; but it wouldn't be good for us because every second I spend with her, every inch of her flesh I touch reminds me of a feeling I buried before.

Love was not in our book, atleast not for her. That was the condition we both agreed upon when this set-up started .This is all games for her, and I am here to play. I am her secret and she is mine.

Silently I extract myself from the limb that is pinning me on the bed. Gathering the pieces of my clothes that is scattered on the floor, I take a moment to look at the woman in her peaceful slumber. Just hours ago she was so wild and dangerous; but now the trace of her dottiness is gone. From where I stand she looks so fragile, that porcelain skin makes her seem delicate but offcourse that's all a façade. Beneath that angel look is an awe-inspiring and strong willed woman.

My hand is already on the knob of her bedroom door when I hear one syllable, one letter of the alphabet. "S" one magic word makes me turn around. This is very strange; my usual flight from her apartment is not interrupted by her; she would continue to lie down and pretend to be asleep if ever I have woken her up. I look at her like she grown two heads.

"It's 2am, your place is a long walk." Well thanks for stating the obvious. I see her hazel eyes change its shade, it seem darker.

"Another round? You're insatiable Quinn" I will not say no to her but that doesn't mean I am not going to tease her about it. And seriously, she knows I am capable of going home anytime, I am already acquainted with the neighbourhood or the neighbourhood is already acquainted to me; So Quinn being concern of me going home this time put my mind in doubt.

"What if I say yes?" Did she just say… Bingo horny Quinn! That makes me smirk, this is a glorious night.

"It's 2am Quinn and you already stated that, my mind cannot process if that is a rhetorical question or not in this time of the night." Our verbal banter is our foreplay, then dirty talking and shouting, shouting of our names.

"You know for someone who graduated from an ivy league, you're pretty stupid. You can't even read between the lines."

"Maybe sometimes I want a straight out answer. Sometimes I like my food already served for me on the table, Instant noodles." Seriously, instant noodle?! How stupid can I be at 2am?

"Well tonight, your food is not served on the table, it's on the bed. So are you going to eat…" she pause throw the sheets that are covering her, spread her legs. "Me or are you going home?"

In a few seconds all my clothes are again discarded on the floor, few minutes both of us are moaning, and then few minutes more we are both panting. To say that I am spent is an understatement; where does her energy come from?

I didn't wait for her to fall asleep when I dress up to go home, I have a lot of things to do and I need to go home. She stares at me all along, eyes every movement I make like she's seeing through me.

"So dinner with Glee kids tonight, same place, same time." She reminds me, like I could forget with Kurt texting every now and then.

"That's why I need to go home, I am on leave today and I have a visitor for tonight's dinner. She's arriving early so I need a sleep." I explain my reason of not staying.

"Brittany" there is a hint of jealousy in her voice when she say Britt's name. One thing I've learned from fucking Quinn for years is that she is very possessive. I don't love her, she doesn't love me, it's just sex. But somehow she claims me as her own. I say somehow because this blonde bitch is so fuckin' unpredictable.

"No she's not and it's a surprise." That will make her stop from asking.

"Fine, I'll see you at dinner then." she shrug her shoulders, turn away from me. See unpredictable. With that I sigh and left her apartment.

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A body is pressing me against my bed, there is an activity going on my neck. Suck, lick and nip made me moan. A hand roaming under my shirt. At first I thought I am dreaming but when I smell a familiar lavender scent, I quickly open my eyes and push the girl that is straddling me.

"Quinn, what the hell?!" She have my spare key so I am not surprise to see her in my apartment, I sit up and look at the giggling blonde beside me. She thinks this is funny?!

"Good moaning to you too Santana!" she's having too much fun with this.

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here." I say with a little panic in my voice. I glance at my clock, I have ample time to prepare and get Quinn out of my apartment.

"I came to see your friend; I thought she would be here by now. But when I got here I was welcomed by a half-naked Latina on her bed and I can't help myself." She says with a smirk.

"Why is it important for you to know who my visitor is?" this is very intriguing.

"Because I know your visitor is Brittany and I just want to say hello before I go to work."

"I told you my visitor is not Brittany, Brittany will join us for dinner next month and she is with her boyfriend trouty mouth." Why is she insisting its Brittany? There's something in her eyes I can't explain, like something she needs to tell me.

"You don't know yet?" I don't know why that sounds like an affirmation of something she is thinking or it's just pure innocent question.

"Don't know what Quinn?" it's too freakin' early for mind reading. This is irritating me. Her mouth made a letter O, fist clench like she's debating on telling me a very important information. But then she stands up and start walking out of my room. "Where are you going?"

"Work hour starts at 30, I'll see you at dinner" she says hurriedly living me confused, not to mention high and dry.

A/N first installment done. My other story "Coffee and that Smile" was supposed to be one shot, but now I am thinking of continuing it. I know it's hard to write multi-stories. I will try my best to update constantly. Thanks! :)