I know, and you can’t really change my opinion about you.
Fine by me.
Santana chuckled lightly when she noticed the faint pink on the blonde’s cheeks. It was always nice to be able to make someone blush, being able to make someone feel nervous around you is something you can never tire from - especially when it came to Quinn. The girl was magnificent and someone no one can compare to, she was a dream girl. To be fair, Santana has been in relationships - with both genders and they were sexual. But none of them were something that could really measure up to how sex should be with a partner; the love and care that should be put into it. She was a virgin in that matter, ‘making love.’ So being this daring with Quinn didn’t seem much, but it did manage to make Santana’s heart race. She was different, someone Santana could picture having a solid relationship with - one with emotion instead of just sex. “You’re definitely hot.” Santana said with a sturdy tone, knowing that she wouldn’t give up on this argument. Her eyebrow quirked a tad when she heard Quinn talk about formally being a cheerleader, “Well. I would love to see that outfit of yours, blondie.”
As they went into the water, letting the coolness surround their bodies, she felt relax instantly. Especially when their hands were connected. It felt perfect. A slight chuckled escaped the Latina’s lips, “Oh shush. You’re such a charmer. And look who’s talking.” She smiled, moving closer to Quinn - brushing her lips gently on the blonde’s cheek before running into the opposite direction of the girl. “I needed to repay you back for that kiss!” She smiled brightly, splashing away.
The water wasn’t even cold, but Quinn decided that she was going to blame the rather warm water surrounding her waist for the goosebumps on her tan skin, and the shivers that were occasionally sent down her spine. But of course she knew that it was Santana and her words and her voice and hell, just everything about that gorgeous girl that was doing this to her body. “I believe it’s back home, well not really home, in Indiana.. It has to be tucked away in a closet somewhere,” Quinn explained the whereabouts of her cheer leading uniform as she trailed a little behind Santana, relying on her to navigate the way for the both of them, with their hands still pleasantly connected. And for one split second the thought of trust popped inside of Quinn’s mind, the thought of how she was trusting her with leading her to deeper seas somehow gave Quinn a sense of comfort. She didn’t have many people to trust in her life, not even her own parents. And Quinn had always told herself to never trust someone with her own heart, because she knew in the end her heart would end up shattered in a million pieces. But now that she was looking at the smile on Santana’s face and how secure she felt when she held her hand, she thought that maybe, just maybe she’d be able to trust this girl.
"I’m not being a charmer, coffee," Quinn told her with a smirk now that they were face to face, "I’m simply stating the obvious, you see." And Santana’s beauty was obvious, and Quinn was certain that if you asked anybody on the beach right now, or anyone on the Earth ever if Santana was beautiful, they’d definitely agree. The next few seconds were a blur, and after feeling those wonderfully soft, just as she’d imagined, lips, Quinn had no choice but to stand still in utter shock. Only running after Santana after realizing what’d just happened.
You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen though.
Then I shall stick to mine, blondie.
Santana chuckled lightly at Quinn, smirking at the blonde as she saw her reaction as she stripped off her clothing. She did work hard on keeping fit, she was pretty athletic after all and losing it all would have been a waste. Santana continued to smirk at Quinn as she noticed the uncertainty of the girl as she slid her finger down the side of her arm - the action was quite daring, but there was no other way Santana wanted to play. She chuckled lightly when Quinn jumped at the proposal, who could resist on stripping off clothing on such a gorgeous and breathtaking girl.
The Latina licked her lips as she watched Quinn walk back towards her, she tilted her head slightly and nodded. Santana carefully slid her hands onto the girl’s small waist, her hands tugging on her shirt as her eyes were still locked on Quinn’s hazel orbs. Trying to resist kissing her there and then, she was itching to taste those lips that were faintly on her cheek a couple weeks ago. It would be a complete lie if she said she haven’t dreamt about how they would taste and feel against her own. Santana shook the thoughts out of her head, giggling slightly as she winked at Quinn before pulling off her shirt completely. “You’re really hot, Quinn.” She stated, dumbfounded as she admired the blonde’s toned abs and body. She swallowed softly, looking back at Quinn’s eyes. “Lemme finish what I started.” She hummed, placing her hands onto her shorts now. Santana stepped a little closer, looking down as she unbuttoned and unzipped the girl’s shorts, revealing her bikini bottoms. “Well I guess I’m pretty lucky today, hm?”
As Quinn slowly made her way towards Santana, she could feel her heart beat picking up speed with every step she took. Growing up in a conservative home, Quinn had never let any of her past loves do anything quite as promiscuous as this, hell she’d never even gotten to second base, let alone let someone strip her of her clothes. It was probably because they were boys; a gender she’d never been quite fond of, but Quinn knew that it was also because she’d never felt this strongly about anyone in the entirety of her existence. There was something about Santana Lopez, and Quinn couldn’t really figure out what exactly, that drove her crazy - in a good way of course. A wonderful, exhilarating way. And now Santana’s hands were on her body, and her eyes were without a doubt, seducing Quinn with every glance. Moments later, her clothes were on the sand in a messy pile, and her half naked body was revealed to the girl in front of her. Only one layer of bikini fabric from Santana fully seeing Quinn Fabray.
Her cheeks flushed at the comment, and her eyes moved from Santana’s to the sand in an instant. “Not hot,” She told Santana, “Just a little gift that came along with years of cheer leading.” Quinn nodded towards the ocean and spoke in a soft voice when she said, “Let’s go, coffee, while the water’s still warm.” She took the girls hand in hers, a touch that had become familiar, and began walking towards the ocean. The water soon met her toes, then her ankles, calves, and soon waist. “Hopefully you’re wearing waterproof make up, San,” She laughed before adding, “Not that you wouldn’t be as beautiful without it. You’re quite obviously a natural goddess.”