Santana frowned a little at Quinn wanting dominance in their first airborne experience, but decided to give in. Well, they may always fight about who exactly tops in the relationship, but as far as Santana was concerned, the journey was more important. Sometimes it was more important that she managed to achieve that, the moment when Quinn’s too bothered to even argue with her, that mattered more.
This time, it was enough that Quinn even agreed to this.
Smiling, Santana raised her hands up in mock defeat and licked her lips as she looked at Quinn seductively.
“I’m yours, Captain.” She never liked saying that in high school, but somehow, it was just a term Santana liked to throw around now that they were together, and it really didn’t matter who was the fucking captain of a stupid cheerleading squad back in high school.
“So less talking and more fucking.”
Rolling her eyes slightly at the frown on Santana’s face, Quinn smirked and raised an eyebrow, watching for a second until the other woman held up her hands in mock surrender. There wasn’t a specific one of them who topped during sex, considering that normally it was a struggle between them unless it was nights when one, if not both, of them was too frustrated too really care. Or nights like last night when it was planned.
Moving her hands from Santana’s waist to her thighs, Quinn teased the skin just bellow the hemline of her dress with her thumbs for a second or two before glancing up at her girlfriend through her eyelashes. It would only take a couple of seconds for Santana to get frustrated with her and tell her to quit teasing and do something, but it was kind of like a game between them sometimes. How long it would take before getting the other one to either beg or snap and demand they do something.
Slipping her hands underneath the fabric of the dress just as she was sure Santana was going to open her mouth to say something, the blonde moved slightly so she could get a bit of a better angle to move her hand up in. Climbing higher until her fingers met her destination, she began to rub firmly against her, placing pressure on her clit through the fabric of her panties. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, especially given the fact that they were in an airplane bathroom, and she didn’t hesitate to voice her thoughts. “There’s baby any room in here,” Quinn glanced up meeting Santana’s eyes, “You’re the one who’s done this before. How’s best?”
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Santana smirked as she heard the knock and swiftly opened it, pulling Quinn inside and locking the door behind them. Pressing Quinn against the door, Santana smiled and leaned in for a deep and passionate kiss, her hands climbing up Quinn’s blouse and kneading her breasts gently. Sure, she and Quinn may have had sex many times before and recently they’ve even started doing this thing called making love, but each time was always exciting.
Pulling apart from the kiss to lean into Quinn, Santana smiled as she stared her girlfriend straight in the eyes, a rare shade of affection showing. She knew that Quinn was no prude, but Santana was always the one wanting more in their sex life and she never said it, but she loved how they molded for each other. They made exceptions (case in point: how much of an expert Santana became at cooking bacon) for each other, and now they were going to have their own apartment.
“I love you, Quinn.” Santana said softly, before leaning in close and reaching beneath Quinn’s skirt to rub her slowly through her underwear. With her mouth close to Quinn’s ear, Santana then licked her lips and mumbled those words against Quinn’s skin.
“And now I’m going to fuck you, Captain.”
Reaching behind her as best as she could while she was pressed up against the door, Quinn let her hand trail up her back until it reached the clasp of her bra; a flick of her wrists and she could feel the garment sag loosely off her shoulders. She could have gotten away with not wearing a bra, and now she was beginning to consider her decision to put one on. It would have just made things so much easier, especially when she felt Santana’s hands creep up her shirt until she was kneading her breast. Meeting the dark haired beauty half way, Q melted into the kiss, bringing her hands up to tangled in Santana’s hair.
“I love you, too,” she replied with a smile before leaning forwards again to nip at her girlfriend’s lips. A couple of seconds and light nips later, she leaned back once more against the door, letting out a soft moan as she heard Santana’s words at the same time that she felt her hand move underneath her skirt. “Captain, eh?” the blonde opened her eyes, giving the other woman a smirk. Technically, she had been captain of the Cheerios back in high school, so the name was appropriate, even for the situation. Shifting so she could move her legs a bit farther apart, she pushed her upper body away from the door just as her hands automatically went to Santana’s waist, pulling her closer.
Bunching a bit of the fabric in her hands as best as she could, given the tightness of the dress, the blonde turned her head so she could skate her lips across Santana’s cheek, moving down her neck before making her way back up to her ear. “Wait,” she started, her voice almost catching in her throat, “You went down on me yesterday. Seems only fair that I should return the favor.” Even though she did want to let Santana continue what her fingers were doing, especially as they moved past the fabric of her panties, they were on an air plane, and she was pretty sure that they’d have to be quick with this.
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“You’re a tease, Quinn.” Santana growled lowly, her heart starting to beat faster at the thought of what they were about to do. Plus Quinn was doing these funny things with her fingers on her thigh and fuck did Santana want to touch her.
Santana tippled the scotch down her throat (well flying first class did have its benefits) as she watched the air stewardesses walk up and down the aisle offering them hot towels. Now that they were up in the air, Santana took her hot towel and rubbed small circles on the back of Quinn’s hand as she grinned evilly.
“Come in five,” Santana winked and made her swiftly towards the toilet, not letting Quinn answer. As she quietly slipped in and barely locked the door, Santana thought about Quinn and laughed that they were bound to miss their first class meal. Waiting to ambush Quinn, Santana put down the toilet seat and listened out for the knock she was expecting. Even though she had a tight-fitting dress on with heels, Santana was sure her outfit wouldn’t be a problem (dresses were always meant to be pulled up and they two had managed in even more uncomfortable outfits), plus she was only wearing a thong underneath, so Santana smiled at the thought of it, until she heard that knock.
“It’s all about the teasing,” was her immediate reply, though her face held more amusement than seriousness. She just found her old motto amusing still, especially because she knew it frustrated Santana whenever she said it. Which is exactly why she said it most of the time. Leaning in a bit closer, she let her fingers trail down a bit till they reached just the inside of the Latina’s thigh. “But at least now I also please you.” Moving her hand to sit on the arm rest between them when the flight attendants started coming around, she took one of the hot towels offered as she idly played with the straw in her drink. Her Ginger Ale looked boring next to Santana’s scotch, but she couldn’t bring herself to care much. Besides that, she was really only a social drinker.
Biting her lip slightly, Quinn watched as Santana got up from her seat and moved towards the bathrooms, almost missing the wink her girlfriend shot her as she closed the door behind her. Taking a sip from her drink, the blonde waited for a few minutes as a couple more stewards passed by before reaching over at taking a small sip of Santana’s drink as well. Might as well have some liquid courage in her body if she was going to do this. Getting up, she smoothed down her skirt before walking back towards the bathrooms, glancing at the one that barely showed the lock sign. Rapping her knuckles against the door, she glanced around the rest of the flight before glancing back to the door as she heard it open.
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Santana surely didn’t exlect Quinn to book them on a first class flight. Well, it had been long since she flew first class and somehow, she felt as though Quinn might have guessed that Santana was up to some thing, even before the promiscuous texts and incredible orgasms the night before. Happy as she settled beside Quinn (giving Q the window seat, of course), Santana felt Quinn’s hand on hers, and turned to grin at her.
It wouldn’t be the first time Santana had sex on the plane, well there was that time during Nationals when she and Britt spent so long in the ecomomy toilet, they didn’t even eat. Well they didn’t eat the airplane food, at least. Smirking at the thought, Santana licked her lips and turned towards Quinn, whispering seductively in her ear, “so you still game, Q? For a very very exclusive membership?”
Glancing out the window, Quinn watched as the workers moved around the plane before turning her attention back towards Santana. Honestly, she hadn’t even had sex on a plane (not that she had had sex many places, but that wasn’t the point) and she had never really expected to agree. The first time she had agreed she had been joking a bit more than not - which she should have known Santana wouldn’t have taken as a joke; a yes was a yes in her book - but the second time during the night Santana had asked again just to tease her as she worked her into an orgasm. Not like she could really say no at that point; the word wasn’t even part of her vocabulary then. Rolling her eyes, Quinn bit her lip and gave Santana a smirk of her own. “That line was terrible,” she said, raising an eyebrow before leaning into the Latina so that her lips brushed against the shell of her ear. “But I did promise that we wouldn’t, didn’t I?” On their own accord, her fingers traced a small pattern on the front of her thigh, and Quinn pulled back with another smirk.
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Remember this, Q? I should have known that was what you wanted.
Shuddup! I didn’t know in high school, people are just weird and assume that’s what really happened.
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Settling down in the airplane chair, Quinn glanced around as everyone else scurried around the plane, trying to find their seats and get their luggage up into the overhead bins. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, shaking her blonde locks slightly as she did. It always amused her, to watch people travel. It didn’t make much sense, but it was just like people watching. Brushing her hair back from her forehead, she turned to glance over at Santana, shooting her a smile when her girlfriend turned to meet her eyes. “Makes you pretty glad that we’re flying first class, doesn’t it?” she asked, nodding her head towards the people still milling around the isles. Between how many points her family had accumulated - and never used - and Santana’s own from her job, she had been able to easily book tickets for the first class. It didn’t make much difference to her whether they flied in coach or first class, but it was nice to fly in luxury from time to time. And considering that they were going to be stressed with everything that came with helping out with twins in just a few hours, she wanted to be as relaxed as possible before then.
Slipping her hand under Santana’s own that was idly resting on the arm rest, Quinn leaned forward and murmured quietly, “I hope this is okay. The website said this was one of the bigger planes, and it’s bigger than some of the other ones I’ve been on.”
