Hopelessly Devoted To You

What are we doing?

We barely made it to the rest room and checked it was empty when I felt my back slamming against the closed door and Quinn's body pressed roughly against mine. Seconds later she was kissing me in such an animalistic way I couldn't even remember when the last time someone had kissed me that way was. Wait, yes, I did remember. It had been around five years ago, same blonde if anyone had doubts.

I couldn't help myself and let out something between a moan and a growl as I fought her tongue for dominance, wrapping my arms around her waist to drag her even closer to me, then moving my arms down her back, grabbing her ass firmly. God, what an ass did Quinn Fabray have.

"What happened to your girlfriend?" she asked huskily as she kissed my neck biting on my pulse point, hard. That would definitely leave a mark. Damn Q, claiming your territory or what?

"What girlfriend?" I managed to say between my pants. I was already aroused before, but I couldn't deny that Quinn knew perfectly what buttons she had to press to get me where she wanted me to be.

"The one you were making out with while I was singing" her voice was full of lust, and she brushed her lips and tongue over my ear shell just the way she knew I loved it. Fuck, if she asked me to do anything at that moment I would just do it, even if it was jumping out the window with the absolute risk of dying, or at least of getting a few bones broken. I couldn't hold back my moans anymore, but I wasn't deaf, or that drunk, or that self-centred; Quinn couldn't hold her moans back either.

"I sent her home, and she is not my girlfriend" I almost barked, since I had thought I made that clear enough at the church, and pushed Quinn a bit away of me to be able to glare at her and her to see I was glaring. She only smirked and bit her bottom lip, and damn she looked so hot.

"Even better" she whispered with that evil grin still ghosting on her lips.

Next thing I knew was that she was thrusting her tongue down my throat and brushing her hands up my thighs, taking my dress up with her movements. Okay, maybe Dominatrix Quinn was an extreme turn on, but I wasn't ready to give in to that just yet. I was God Damn Sex Goddess Santana Lopez, if anyone had to be in charge, it was definitely me. So with all the strength I had left I grabbed firmly Quinn's back thighs and lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around my hips. Then, in one motion, I pushed off the door and moved to sit Quinn on the sink, making sure to thrust my hips against her, making her throw her head back letting out a quite loud moan. It was my time to smirk.

"Someone is happy to see me" maybe, just maybe I was pushing too much, but I couldn't help it, it would never stop kicking my pride to the next level having Quinn so hot and bothered between my arms.

"No need to be sassy, smart ass" she grumbled grabbing the front of my dress and pulling me impossibly closer to her, kissing me again trying to win the battle of dominance. Biting on her bottom lip hard enough to make Quinn groan, I broke the kiss and quickly moved to her neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking exactly where I knew it would drive Fabray crazy. Yes, she knew me, but she couldn't forget that I knew her too. Five years hadn't been enough to forget every single sensitive spot over the blonde's skin.

I drove my hands from Quinn's knees up her thighs, scratching slightly on her skin with my nails, making her moan again, as I pushed the hem of her dress upwards with the back of my hands. I was biting and sucking over her collarbone – because if she could mark me it was just fair that I returned the favour – once my hands reached her hips and my fingers grabbed the hem of her panties. I could feel the heat of her centre against me and spreading to my hands that weren't really that close to that spot. I could bet my life that Quinn was soaking wet.

As I started going down kissing her bare upper chest, I slid one of my hands up to meet my mouth and grabbed her dress to pull it firmly down, revealing the hem of an extremely sexy black lace bra. I couldn't help but lean a bit back to get a better sight and stare for a few seconds.

"Fuck, Fabray, you should wear a warning about that lingerie..." I whispered huskily, licking my lips in pure lust and desire. Quinn only leant into me to purr in my ear

"You should wear a warning about your whole self. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since we were back in the church. That damn dress would knock out a whole stadium"

She really did know how to pump my ego. Without a second thought I brought both my hands again under her dress and slid down her panties forcefully, letting them fall to the floor, then rubbing her thighs again with my fingers until I reached her core.

"Mhhm God, Quinn, I had forgotten how wet you got only for me" I purred as I slid one of my fingers slowly between her soaked folds, locking my eyes with hers and biting my lips again.

I didn't give her enough time to say anything before I dropped to my knees and started kissing and biting roughly on her inner thighs. I knew Quinn loved it when I got a little rough, and now definitely was not a time to be gentle. Once I finished my way up her legs I growled slightly in anticipation before running my flat tongue sensually up her dripping slit, her taste instantly invading all my senses and making me moan against her most sensitive skin.

"S-..-tana!" she growled tugging her fingers firmly in my hair so I had no way to escape. I guessed it was a silent plead to not stop eating her out, and her wishes were my command.

I was about to fasten the pace and the pressure when suddenly the door slammed open.

"Oh..." was all I could hear while I jumped on my feet and away from Quinn as fast as I could.

When I turned my head to the door I saw a pale, mouth open forming a perfect O, stunned Rachel Berry and I rolled my eyes.

"This was totally a tradition I wasn't missing" I groaned crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to look at Quinn. Maybe Rachel had caught me and Q having rough sex in bathrooms more than once. I wasn't feeling that drunk anymore.

"I..eh..I..." Rachel mumbled, her face blushing furiously as Quinn cleared her throat and pushed herself down the sink and bent over to grab her panties from the floor awkwardly. Like the whole situation wasn't awkward enough.

"But a speechless Rachel Berry is absolutely something I could get used to" I mumbled snorting and, not able to deal anymore with the tension, made my way past Rachel, out the door, and back to the dance floor.