"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
A/N: There some spicy scenes in here so if you're uncomfortable feel free to skip. Also trigger warning for abuse and transphobic comments as always.
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Quinn groaned as she lowered into the ice tub beside Santana and Brittany, earning looks from both girls, who chose the steam option for their recovery after a killer practice. They looked at her with an amused smile, chuckling.
"Q, I don't know how you stand that cold tub." Santana chuckled, leaning back against the back of her metal tub and whisking steam over her chest. "I enjoy steaming out like vegetables."
"I wish we had bubbles." Brittany added, earning an amused smile from Santana.
Quinn leaned back and sighed, shrugging. "I've gotten real used to cold showers dating Kailani." She admitted, fixing the top of her bra as she adjusted to the cold ice against her body, mind drifting to their most recent make out session.
Things had begun to get more heated between the two over the past few weeks, but Quinn didn't want to push Kailani further past what she may have been comfortable with. She did, however, find herself in multiple situations where she was having a hard time slowing down, cooling off, or not losing complete control over the way Kailani touched her and she touched Kailani.
Hearing her moan in her ear as she grinded into her, kissed her, marked her snow like skin with beautiful love letters every chance she got was a dream. Quinn couldn't wait to go further with her, but with everything that had happened last year, she'd wait for Kailani to make that call.
That didn't make the nights where she found herself masterbating the second she got home from Kailani's or waking up after having hot steamy dreams of them both any easier.
In fact, it was a torture she was willing to go through.
Alisha was right. Quinn wouldn't even deny it. Alisha was so right and Kailani seemed to have no clue how right she actually was, but she loved that behind those innocent blue eyes was a whole other world of communication.
Forgive me father, I am so sinning with Kailani the second she lets me.
Lately, Quinn had to be careful, especially after earlier that week when things had gotten hot in her car and she had a horrible time slowing down and having self control. She honestly felt like a teenage boy trying to fight off the urge to keep grinding into Kailani until she came, especially with how heavenly the noises that spilled into her ear were. Or the times Kailani was overstimulated and signaled her to slow down or tried to cool down the situation before Quinn pushed her over, another thing that killed the blonde.
The way her moans rose in pitch and her nails dug into her skin. How she acted when Quinn would say certain things, or get a little rougher with her. Quinn couldn't wait for the day she could make Kailani feel absolutely blissful without holding back. She wanted to watch her pretty eyes roll into the back of her head, feel her body tremble...It was a tortuous battle that she was shamefully fighting with her hand, a vibrator, and...dare Quinn admit it...porn.
