"Just give in to me Fabray," Echoed through Quinn's head as her breathing caught in her throat. Slender hands held her in places as the whisper of lips grazed against her jaw-line. A trapped moan escaped her mouth as she tried to hold on to her fragile self-control, her senses and raging hormone… but it was all in vain.

"I'm not… the… of your poor… toy…." She tried to recollect her chaotic thoughts while her will crumbled under the suffocation of lust. It didn't help that the object of her sinful thoughts was teasing her dress up lazily, gazing her nails against Quinn's sensitive skin every-so-often.

"I'm not one of your chew toys Santana" She murmured with a little more conviction. She closed her eyes as the words left her mouth, expecting the temperamental Latina to pull back from their intimate stance. Instead she felt herself being guided back against the wall, which seemed closer than it had a few moments ago. Soft lips enclosed her own in rushed passion, making Quinn grasp as heat rushed down her spine.

"I want to hear you scream my name Fabray." Santana moaned against Quinn's lips before dragging her bottom lip against Quinn's. Quinn's breath hitched in her throat. She was barely able to take a breath as Santana's hand manipulated her baby-doll dress over her head slowly. Santana's deep brown eyes locked onto Quinn's as her infamous smirk crossed her face. Quinn's body shook from more than the cold air which caressed her skin as Santana dropped her dress unceremoniously to the ground.

"Santana…" Quinn whispered pleading as Santana moved closer to her, resting her hands on the wall either side of Quinn's head. She didn't want to be just another faceless girl notched into her Frenemies bed.

"Yes Q?" Santana whispered, as she rested her forehead against Quinn's. Nothing but soft breathing passed between them for a few moments before Quinn raised her hand, resting it against Santana's chest. Quinn stifled a laugh as she felt the hallow beat of a heart inside Santana's chest. Quinn wanted to tell her to back-off. She wanted to tell her that she didn't want her… but she couldn't get the words passed her lips.

"San… I… "Before she could try and stumble over an excuse, Santana's lips captured hers again. Quinn moaned once more, allowing Santana's tongue access. Quinn's head clouded as the smell and taste of Santana filled her senses once more. Her hand's threaded through the Latino's dark hair, pulling her closer as Quinn slowly lost her grasp on her self-control.

"Oh Gawd…" Quinn whimpered as Santana's fingers suddenly brushed over her core. The blood rushed from her head to the dull thud between her legs as her stomach tensed

"Santana" She murmured as she felt the dark girl's fingers tease further up her black boy-short.

Santana's thumb hooked into Quinn's boy-shorts, pulling them down slowly as her lips trailed down Quinn's neck, leaving a blazing trail in her wake.

"Santana…. Mmmmmm" She gasped as she felt the talented brunette's hand slide into her boy-shorts. The Latina's leg skillfully pinning Quinn's own, spreading her legs slightly apart.

"San… Ah" Quinn moaned once again, suddenly feeling the restriction of her duvet. She rolled off her bed, with a hard crash, onto the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as panic rippled through her pulsating body. Where was she? Where was Santana? Why on earth is she wearing clothes...?

Reality finally dawned on her as she wrestled her duvet off her. She was greeted by her empty room and the cold silence of the night. It had all been a dream…

Her legs still felt weak as she got up from the floor and ran her hand through her choppy blonde hair as images of the dream flashed spontaneously through her mind. The Kiss, the smell, the taste, the sensation of her childhood friend against her… The wetness between her legs.

"Argh… This has to stop" She growled as she picked the duvet up from the ground and threw it on a heap onto of her bed. Quinn's ranting stopped as she heard a raspy moan from the living room. She cursed herself silently as she moved across her room to her door which stood ajar.

"Oh my Gawd… Santana"

This time it wasn't Quinn moaning. It was some bottle-blonde with a voice that could shatter glass. Okay… Maybe it was not that bad. But what could Santana possibly see in… That…

Quinn pulled her face in disgust as she closed her door.

Not exactly easy living with Santana Fuckin' Lopez.

Quinn rolled her eyes as the walk of shame began. It's shocking how often this happen. Santana brings home a girl, bangs her brains out and then… said girl tried to sneak out after screaming the house down the night before. Pathetic….

Quinn's eyes trailed over the living room as she heard shuffling and cursing behind her. She lazily pointed to the lamp shade before taking a sip over her coffee.

"It's over there" Quinn coolly stated after savoring her coffee's taste.

The bottle-blonde blushed profusely as she went to collect her lacy black thong. She then turned as if she was about to apologize but stopped dead as she noticed the stony hazel eyes of Quinn's weighing her up.

"I…" the bombshell bottle-blonde mumbled

"I don't want to hear it. I heard enough last night thank you" Quinn interjected as she moved her eyes back to the business section of her newspaper. As the girl rushed to make her way out the door, Quinn took a moment to really look at her. She was hot. Long legs, great ass, nice abs, pretty face…. Just like every other girl Santana chose to taint. It's a surprise Santana has not nailed every girl in their apartment building. Yes, you guess it… Quinn was the only exception… So now Quinn was stuck fantasizing about it while millions of girl actually got to feel it.

"Good Morning Fabray" Quinn shuddered as Santana's husky morning voice rippled through her.

"Good Afternoon Santana" Quinn mumbled nonchalantly. She involuntarily let her eyes rake over the brunette. She bite her bottom-lip as Santana leaned against the counter, her head bowed as she typed a message on her cellphone. Quinn physically shook herself from the filthy thoughts that populated in her mind as Santana lifted her head up to meet Quinn's gaze. Curse Santana for looking so good in nothing but tight black shorts and a barely buttoned-Button-up shirt. Quinn bit her tongue softly as she realized that Santana neglected to wear a bra. Exposed bronze skin taunted Quinn as she tried to tear her eyes away from the exhilarating sight. The Latina raised her eyes brow before lazily walking to the table where Quinn sat. Quinn quickly averted her gaze to her newspaper once again and cleared her throat.

"Enjoy the show?" Santana whispered huskily as she folded her one leg under her while sitting next to Quinn. Quinn felt hot breath on her neck as Santana leaned over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Quinn's paper. Quinn focused on her breath as she turned the page, applauding herself silently for her self-control.

"Perhaps you should control the volume when the standing ovation occurs" Quinn replied coolly as she glimpsed at the pictures of Rachel Berry's face plastered all over the entertainment section.

Santana's eyes trailed over the goddess, which sat next to her, as she pulled back from Quinn's personal space and took a sip of her coffee. Santana savored the taste as she licked her lips…

Quinn – The unobtainable, the untamable, a stone-heart bitch with a voice that would seduce you out of your clothes given half the chance, and here she sat… every bit the HBIC, even while dressed in black silk gown that hid her perfectly formed body.

And Why? You ask? Is Quinn the only one that is safe from Santana's twisted sex games?

Santana bit her bottom-lip as she watched Quinn with adornment.

Because Quinn has been through so much already… That and, Quinn is as straight as arrow. It couldn't hurt to tempt though.

"Santana?" Santana suddenly realized that Quinn was looking at her strangely as though she expect an answer. She cursed herself for staring at Quinn instead of listening to her.

"Mmmmmmm?" Santana stupidly replied before looking down at her coffee as though it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"I asked if she was any good. I know she thinks you were. She was practically screaming like a cat in heat" Quinn grumbled

"Jealous Q? Can't Trouty Mouth make you scream like that?" Santana laughed cruelly as she downed the last of her coffee and walked to her room.

"I could teach him a few things." Santana smirked over her shoulder at Quinn before closing her door.

Santana knew very well that Sam couldn't please Quinn the way Quinn needed. She was cruel to imply that Quinn might be frustrated but it was how they communicate. Santana lazily undressed as she headed to the bathroom, the smell of sex following in her wake. As she turned the water on she heard the doorbell ring.

"Speak of the devil" She whispered as she heard the muffled laugh of trouty mouth followed by Quinn's. The Feisty Latina's jaw clenched as an empty pit developed in her stomach. She mimicked the laughed with childish gestures as she washed her arm.

"Oh Quinn. You're so funny but all I actually want to do is nail you" Santana spat out in a deep masculine voice that one could compare to an aspiring drag Queen.

"Oh but Sam you know I don't have those silly things called hormones" Santana rolled her eyes as the sickly sweet tone escaped her lip. She gentle squirted a dollop of Shampoo and started to lather her hair until the shower door opened suddenly, revealing Quinn. Her expression was unreadable, one of conflict and humor.

"Not all of us are hormone raging sex freaks" Quinn growled lowly.

"Says the girl who randomly walked in on her roommate in the shower" Santana quipped as she tried to cover what she could. Frustrated, she reached for a towel passed Quinn's shoulder only to brush against her gently. Silence entwined them as they stood dead still. Heat rushed to Quinn's cheeks as she realized that she was blocking Santana's way. Quinn silently cursed herself for not thinking this situation out before hand, but Santana was the only person who could frustrate her to the point of impulse.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before" Quinn whispered softly as her eyes raked over her friend's body. Santana's body tensed under Quinn's gaze as she felt heat travel down her spine.

"What do you want Quinn?" Santana grumbled lowly as she realized her body's attraction to Quinn.

"To assure you that I do have hormones" Quinn whispered distractedly as she eyes dropped to Santana's lips. They fell into silence once more. Santana's throat went dry as she realized that her lips were seeking Quinn's involuntarily. Their breath collided as steam filled the small bathroom, almost as if it was enveloping them in a dreaming state of mind. Santana's eyes dropped to Quinn's lip before she licked her own. Their lips unexpectedly brushed together, causing a moan to escape from both their mouth.

"Q... Quinn? Have you found the plasters yet?" Sam's voice broke through their euphoria, causing Quinn to pull away suddenly.

Her lips seared as she ran her finger across them. Their eyes locked as they fought the urge to pulling into each other again. Soft panting mimicked their heart beats as Santana's eyes moved to the door.

"That wasn't supposed to happen" Quinn blurted out quickly as she realized the grave mistake she had made.