Coming to Blows || Sam & Quinn

skysplitsxo:

She’d never been in this position before. Well, obviously. But she’d never thought she’dever be in this position, actually. It was like she knew exactly what was on Sam’s mind the moment he started kissing her. And she was almost worried for a plethora of reasons that could have left her horrified had she thought about it a little longer.

She didn’t linger for that very reason.

She could have stopped him. She could have said no. What if she tasted weird? What if? What if? What if? A bunch of them were swimming around her head and she had to bat them away. It really didn’t take much. Just a glance down at the blonde boy she loved with his eyes so full of hunger and lust that sent a sexy jolt through her body.

Her stomach warmed instantly. Warmed until it was hot as his finger teased her entranced already wet with desire. She pushed her hips towards him, asking for more and her head went back to lean against the counters.

She wanted him. She wanted him bad.

She bit down on her lip when his voice was demanding again. God, it was so hot when he did that. She nodded, completely bent to his will. “I want you to taste me.” Her voice was timid and low, the words sounding odd coming out of her mouth, but it wasn’t a lie. It was almost as if all the sudden, she wanted to feel his tongue. She already knew he was good with it when it was inside her mouth. She had no doubts that it’d be even better teasing her sensitive core.

His lips made their way at an excruciatingly slow pace up her thighs and she moaned just because he was withholding from her and she could almost feel him she wanted it so bad. 

At first, it was careful. It was only then that she realized it was probably just as scary for him and he probably had just as many what ifs as she did. First, it was just his lips, the softest of kisses against her sensitive bud. She balanced herself on her tailbone to give him better access.

She could tell when he grew more confident as his tongue expertly teased at her entrance and her hand immediately flew to the counter and gripped it so tight her knuckles were white. She moaned and one hand instinctively went into his hair, tugging lightly.

When his tongue finally broke through her barrier, she moaned out loud in a gasp and she clutched the counter top even harder, embarrassed as her legs spasmed without her consent.

She gnashed her teeth together, the strange sensation quickly taking control of her body and Sam’s movements began to get even more confident as she did so. “Sam,” she groaned, trying desperately to control her jerky legs with no luck.

“You’re so good,” she panted in encouragement, silently begging for more.

For some reason, if there was something he wasn’t lacking today it was confidence. He had obtained it the moment she had slapped him in the hallway, and it had never really stopped flowing through him. But maybe it was here, when he was kissing up the skin of her legs did it falter just slightly. Sam’s heart was beating in his chest and he couldn’t really concentrate on anything else except for the fact that he was about to taste Quinn Fabray. 

But it was only for a second did his confidence falter. A brief second before it flooded through him again at her words. Not that he had ever done this before, but instinct was a beautiful thing. Quinn basically vocalized her feelings of pleasure, so he would just have to go along with that mixed with certain things he had heard in the locker room. Didn’t seem too hard, right? 

So his lips are tantalizingly slow as he kisses up her thighs. Taking his time he spends equal amount of time and presses equal amount of kisses to her skin. Sam really couldn’t help the nerves in his stomach or the thoughts in his head. The blonde expels them the best he can as he pulls her folds back gently with his fingers and pressing a tentative kiss on her clit. 

Then as if on cue the confidence from earlier shuddered through him and his tongue moves to tease her entrance. The way he can hear her hands move to the edge of the counter makes him hum against the sensitive bud and he lets a moan escape his plump lips as she tugs at his hair. 

His tongue glides up her center and flicks at the sensitive bud. Sam keeps doing this for a sufficient amount of time, absolutely relishing in the moans that escape her lips. Honestly, she tasted sweet. Just like he thought she would. Though, Sam couldn’t even really describe it more than that either, she just tasted sweet. 

Circles again. Like his fingers had done earlier, his tongue started to massage her clit with slow, tantalizing circles. Sometimes if he is feeling brazen, he’ll switch it up and his tongue moves in a zigzag pattern or really just any pattern that applied pressure to the small bud.

Then as his tongue moves back down to her entrance and pushes through, his hands move to hold her legs from jerking. He was enjoying the reaction that he had on her though. That the motions of his tongue made her legs tremble and her vocal chords produce deep moans to escape her parted lips. He wondered if her body was humming with desire, he would assume so. 

In return of her words of encouragement and the moan of his name, he moaned against her center, not being able to stop it from escaping his lips. His tongue scissored in and out of her swiftly with absolutely no mercy at all. Sometimes, he would pull his tongue all the way out and use his tongue to maneuver her juices up to her clit before sucking roughly. 

For a couple moments, just to mess with her, he pulls back and presses soft kisses her her core. Looking at up her he smirks, her head was leaning up against the cabinets of the Fabray kitchen and her hands were clutching onto the edge of the counter. Smirking just a little bit he moves back to tease her clit with his tongue, nipping at it just a little bit. And then his tongue pushes through the barrier of her entrance and his fingers move to tantalize the sensitive bud between her folds. 

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning

limaheights-adjacent-san:

samuel-ethan replied to your post: I want fucking coffee.

I’ll bring you some when I come and visit! That’s if you still want to see me.

Mhmm. Sounds like a plan, Evans.

See you soon then, San.

Coming to Blows || Sam & Quinn

skysplitsxo:

A vision that was no longer than a second, but held so many stories flashed across her face. It almost scared her. It was a little boy and girl. Young. They could have been Stacy and Stevie, except they looked a little like her too. It took a second of wondering to realize what it really was. It was their future. Their little boy and girl. Little blonde babies running through the open porch door. Maybe somewhere out in the country. Maybe Tennessee. 

When she put a little more thought into the second-long flash, she was a little older. She had laugh lines around her eyes. Her finger sported a ring much like the one she was already wearing just a little more elegant. An actual wedding ring.

Her eyes opened and for a moment she couldn’t even speak because for that short time, her future didn’t scare her. Not anymore. It used to terrify her, but those green eyes made it something to look forward to. 

Maybe her mind was jumbled in post-orgasm. Or maybe she was just seeing things really clearly right then. But she knew that no matter what the reasoning was, she knew that was the future she wanted. Looking into his eyes, she had a feeling it was what he wanted too.

She slowly rose from his lap, shivering as they became two again. She stood up on shaky legs and offered him her hand. Not that she could support his weight, she just wanted to be touching him. “Counter,” she decided. She wasn’t exactly sure how he would manage to pull that one off, but really. Who was she to question it? She just wanted more of him. 

Taken completely by surprise, she was lifted from the ground and up in his arms. How he was able to carry her after everything so far, she’d never know but she giggled as he half ran towards the kitchen. Were they seriously going to have sex on her counter? It was almost too hilarious for words. 

Her parents ate on the counter!

It was going to be orgasmic revenge. Literally.

He placed her, naked, on the cold granite counter and she yelped as she adjusted to the temperature, her body breaking out in goosebumps. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him close and she looped her arms around his neck. Leaning down just a little, she captured his lips with hers in a heated kiss, her body growing excited once again. “Mine,” she whispered hotly against his lips.

Pausing, a playful smirk played across her face. “Can you imagine when we have our own place together? We can make every single surface ours.” It was a promise. One that she intended to keep if she had any say in it.

He needed to take a moment to catch his breath. His body was torn because in a sense he was getting worn out but he still had so much energy and stamina. Plus he had to stay true to his promise. She would not be able to walk tomorrow. She would have to be on bed rest for the day and even though his body would be burning, he would still smirk with satisfaction. 

As her body is pressed up against his he wonders what she is thinking about. It was almost as if a split second later, she pulled back and their gazes were locked. Something was swirling around in those beautiful eyes of hers and he really wasn’t sure what it was. But he knew it was good and that put a small smile on his face. His breathing resumed a normal pattern and they just sat there for a moment and his curiosity was rising to a peak, but then she stands up. 

When they become two again both of their bodies shudder. It was a odd feeling in a way, but Sam knew they couldn’t stay that way forever. Turning around for a moment, his arm reaches for the packaged condoms and he scoops them up into his hand before turning back to her. 

Instead of taking her outstretched hand, he lifts her up from the ground and goes to the kitchen. Sam sets her down on a counter and he discards his previously used condom before turning back to his girlfriend. As she yelped from the cool surface he laughed a little bit while he saw the goosebumps outbreak on her skin. The edge of the counter top was cool against his abdomen as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. 

The blonde kissed his girlfriend back with hunger, his desire growing once again. This time around he wanted to try something else, though. “Yours.” Sam whispers back up against his girlfriend’s lips, kissing her back a little bit harder than before. She pulls away a couple moments later and pauses. Sam looks at her curiously as he waits for her to talk. 

At her words part of him is almost terrified because she is already thinking that far ahead. But a bigger part of him makes him smile because he wants that too. Maybe it was terrifying now, but that’s what he wanted in his future. He wanted Quinn. Plus he could see it. If he closed his eyes and thought about it enough, he could see it. Vividly.

And hell, he would absolutely enjoy marking everything as theirs. Leaning in and capturing her lips again his hands move to pull her closer. “I love you.” He whispers as his hands ghost across her skin, his teeth tug at her lips. “And one day, baby. One day.” 

Sam kisses her flushed lips for a few more moments before he starts to trail kisses down her neck. Sam takes his time, sucking and nipping at her skin. She would practically have marks everywhere, possibly, by the time he was done with her. His lips trail across her collarbone, the valley of her breasts, and her stomach, until he reaches her center. 

Looking up at her, Sam is sure that his cheeks are blazing with a red tint. His hands move and they gently push her legs further apart. His eyes don’t leave hers as they move towards her center. He teasingly runs his finger down her folds and his eyebrows quirk up at her. “Tell me what you want Q, or you won’t get it.” Then to further punctuate the point of where he was headed, he starts to place kisses down her thighs. 

Phone Call @ Quinn

• Quinn: Her phone was tucked under her ear, her hands busy scooping up clothes and folding them into a small overnight bag. One more minute away from him was just not going to do. His words almost sounded desperate and she clutched her phone just a little tighter. "I'll be there as soon as I can. And I won't leave until you want me to, okay? I promise I won't leave...." her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes tightly. She hoped Santana would do the same thing. She hoped she wouldn't leave. She nodded her head into the phone even though he couldn't see her. She loved him just as much. "I promise I won't leave," she promised again, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
• Sam: The blonde just needed her next to him. He needed to know that his main source of happiness wasn't going anywhere. Sighing he goes and sits on his bed, things would be better shortly. Quinn would be here. Biting on his lips he stares at the ceiling as he listens to her talk. "I won't ever want you to leave, Q." His voice utters into the phone. "Just hurry up and get here okay? I love you and see you soon." Sam says before hearing her impromptu goodbye and I love you, before he hung up and waited for her arrival.

Phone Call @ Quinn

• Quinn: As hard as she tried, she just couldn't seem to /not/ be upset over the fact that Santana had some kind of magical bond with her boyfriend that she could never have no matter how hard she tried. But then again, she would give it to them a million times over if the Latina would just open her eyes. She felt completely taken aback because she never once pressured him to explain things he didn't want to explain. She'd always told him to take his time. Deflated, she perked up considerably when he said he wanted her there. In his shirt. Wrapped in her arms. And then her heart broke for him all over again. "You won't lose me. Ever. I promise. I love you so much."
• Sam: His eyes looked around him and he wonders what she is thinking. He wasn't good with words and he knew he wasn't really explaining this the best way. But this wasn't something to be explained. Yes, she never pressured him into admitting things about Andrew, but she wants to know. She expects him to tell her one day. And yes he does want to tell her one day...but when is that one day? How could he flat out share his haunting past with anyone really? Sighing he listens to her talk and he is just too defeated to say anything anymore. But yet he manages words. "Just come over, please? I love you too Quinn. More than you'll ever know."

Phone Call @ Quinn

• Quinn: "I know you're angry." Her voice dropped until it was almost a whisper. She spoke softly and sympathetically. She was angry too, but he had a special relationship with Santana that she would never understand. She would always envy it, but she'd never understand. "Sam... I'll be honest. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to act. I don't know if I should ask you if you want me to come stay over or if you just want me to leave you alone. I want to be there for you, but I just don't know how right now."
• Sam: He felt like he was disappointing her. And then her words about comforting him just made him further think that. He didn't even know what to do himself. There were just so many things on his mind it was difficult to concentrate on just one thing. And he also knew she didn't understand him and Santana. She didn't understand why he was such good friends with her. "It's just Santana is in the hospital. I know you don't understand us either. It's just easier because both of us have secrets that we don't want to get out. Not so much her anymore but still. She doesn't expect me to say things. To explain things that I don't want to explain." He pauses knowing this probably just makes her angry or confused or both. "I want you to come over. I want you to wear my t-shirt, that is almost like a dress on you and fall asleep next to me. I want to hold the girl I love close that way I know, even if it's just for tonight, I'm not going to lose her." Sam whispers into the phone.

Text @ Evans

• Puck: Yeah, no. She wants to see you.
• Sam: Okay, I'll see her soon.

Text @ Evans

• Puck: She just woke up.
• Sam: Oh...if you still want to be there I won't come. I have a couple things to do first.