How deep the bullet lies
Title: How deep the bullet lies
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1583
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Set in the future. Quinn and Santana share a house by the beach. Something haunts Santana and Quinn supports her as best she can. Brittany hasn't entered the story yet. Ok, not a great summary. I apologise.
A/N: I'm only a beginner at writing fics. If you want to be my beta, give me a holler. I'd be most grateful. Please leave a comment.
chapter 2 chapter3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7
Quinn threw her purse and keys on the kitchen table and strode through the spacious living room turning on the lights. She opened the large sliding balcony doors and stepped out onto the deck. The salty breeze hit her face and filled her lungs. The beach lay dark, deserted and quiet. The sound of the rolling waves relaxed her. Sheer white curtains fluttered in and out of the doorway.
Thursday night was lonely night. Not that she minded time home alone but the reason made her a little sad. She returned to the kitchen and selected a wine bottle from the rack. Merlot, a safe choice. Absent mindedly she poured herself a glass and walked over to open the fridge.
After changing into a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt she settled in on the couch and started reviewing the case she was working on. She worked too much. She knew it but couldn’t see how that could change. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it to change. She found her work interesting and it kept her occupied. And she enjoyed the spending power it afforded her. Quinn lived in a beautiful home decorated with beautiful things. Had she not become a lawyer she might have been a gallerist.
Close to midnight Quinn removed her reading glasses and gathered up the documents she had scattered over the coffee table. She arranged them in a neat pile before placing them in a folder. She turned off the stereo and made her way up the stairs.
She had chosen the house mainly based on location and its large rooms. There were only three bedrooms but they were all light and spacious. Hers faced the ocean. Growing up in Ohio she had always longed for the sea. She had imagined there was something magical about it. Now she knew there was.
Quinn slept in the nude. It was something she had taken up when she moved to the house. She enjoyed the feeling of cool sheets against her bare skin. She would leave the window ajar and let the sound of the ocean carry her into unconsciousness.
* * *
The sheet rustled a little and she felt the mattress dip down beside her. Quinn raised her head slightly and cast a blurred glance at the clock. 01:30. She felt an arm finding its way around her ribcage and a cool body moving up against her back. A face was lightly pressed against her neck.
“Go back to sleep Q”, a voice whispered gently.
Quinn put her arm over her bed companion’s and did as the voice told her.
* * *
Santana woke at 8 a.m. The sun was blasting in through the window and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was. She looked over at the clock. “Time to go play doctor”, she thought to herself.
She turned up her face and let the water gush over her. She was thankful for the late morning shift. Her mind wandered to the night before. She smiled sadly. She couldn’t keep doing this but how could she not? Week after week she had decided not to go but every time she had been unable to resist. One of these days she would have to find a way to make things up to Quinn. The lawyer never complained but Santana knew her life was taking its toll on her friend. She stepped out of the shower.
* * *
It was Friday and Quinn would be entertaining some business associates in the evening. Santana had been invited to join them but wasn’t sure if she would.
A lazy jazz tune greeted her as she opened the front door. As she entered the house the music blended with the sound of several conversations.
Santana looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror and searched her purse for her lipstick. She slowly applied the deep red make up to her mouth. She pressed her lips together distributing the colour evenly. She smoothed out a few creases on her skirt and inhaled before making her way to the living room where maybe fifteen people were gathered.
“San!” Quinn exclaimed. “Come meet Michael and Tom." She turned to the two men. "Tom, Michael, this is my house mate Santana Lopez.”
Santana shook their hands and they exchanged pleasantries. The men eyed her body. She could feel their stares but chose to ignore them.
“You’re a well hidden secret! Quinn never mentioned he shares her house with another beautiful woman. So what do you do for a living Santana Lopez?” Tom inquired.
“I’m a doctor”, Santana replied.
“I see. Wanna give me a check up?” Tom grinned.
Quinn laughed a little nervously and quickly said “She’s a paediatric surgeon. I think you’re a little too old to catch her professional interest.”
“Well, I could always cut you open and see if there is anything wrong with you”, she looked at Tom with one eyebrow raised. Then she flashed him a smile to soften the blow.
Santana picked up a few grapes from a bowl on the table and put them in her mouth.
“Quinn sweetie, I’ve had a really full day so I think I’m just going to head upstairs and read for a while.”
“Aww. Come on. Stay and have a drink with us”, Tom insisted.
“Thank you but I’m really quite tired and when I crack open two year old Jack’s ribcage tomorrow morning I think we’re all going to be grateful if I skipped that drink tonight and slept for more than six hours. “
She kissed Quinn lightly on the cheek, nodded curtly at the two men and left.
“Wow! Your friend is kinda scary! Smoking hot, but scary.” Michael exclaimed.
“If you’re lucky you’ll never know the half of it!” Quinn muttered under her breath.
* * *
A faint light escaped from under the door to Santana’s room. Quinn knocked softly.
“Q?”
“Yeah”, Quinn replied as she opened the door. Santana was sitting half dressed on her bed. She was reading a brick of a book.
“Seriously Q, I don’t know how you do it.”
“A long time of practice”, Quinn shrugged and sat on the bed. “It comes with the job. A necessary evil, if you will.”
“You should sleep San.” Quinn got up and left. Santana turned off the light and got in under the covers.
* * *
It was Thursday night again.
Santana rose from her seat and waited in line to get out into the main aisle. She made her way out into the street and hailed a taxi.
Fifteen minutes later Santana strolled up to the rather anonymous entrance to Hector’s bar. She was greeted by the doorman.
“You gonna play tonight Santana?”
“Yeah, I think I will. One of those days, ya know.”
Doorman Joe looked sympathetically at her and opened the door and let her in. Santana headed for the bar.
“Hector, do you mind?” Santana nodded towards the piano.
“Knock yourself out querida. Cerveza?”
“Yeah, that’d be great thanks.” Santana took the bottle Hector handed her.
The music from the sound system faded and Santana sat down on the piano stool. She ran her fingers across the keys. She held still for a second and then struck the first chord of the intro and started to sing.
”Una mujer se ha perdido
conocer el delirio y el polvo,
se ha perdido esta bella locura,
su breve cintura
debajo de mí.
Se ha perdido mi forma de amar,
se ha perdido mi huella en su mar.”
* * *
Quinn heard the front door door close softly. She looked at the clock. 01:03. Santana had played at Hector’s again. She listened to her friend climbing the stairs, opening the bathroom door and turning on the tap. A few minutes later the door to her bedroom opened.
“Hey Q”, Santana said and smiled when she saw that Quinn was awake. “You didn’t wait up, did you?”
“No, I was working. I only went to bed a little while ago.” Quinn held up the cover waiting for Santana to get in.
As usual Santana positioned herself behind Quinn and put an arm around her waist.
“What would I do without you Q?” she sighed.
“Oh I don’t know. Be on crack maybe?” Quinn replied sleepily. Santana didn’t answer. She just pressed her body a little closer to Quinn and inhaled the scent of the other woman. She felt a slight tingle in her body but just ignored it. It was merely a physical reaction.
They had done it once about a year ago though.
Quinn had already been asleep when Santana joined her in bed. She woke as she felt the familiar arm wrap itself around her waist. She woke a little more when she felt Santana’s hand starting to move, stroking her stomach, moving upwards and cupping her naked breast. Santana started teasing Quinn’s nipple with her fingers.
“What are you doing S?”
“Just a once off Q…” she whispered and started rolling her hips against Quinn’s butt. Quinn realized Santana wasn’t wearing any clothes. She heard her bed companion’s breathing getting a little faster and soft hungry lips kissed her neck. Slightly to her surprise she felt her arousal growing.
Quinn was wet and ready when Santana’s fingers entered her and when her orgasm came crashing down over her she shouted out profanities that mixed with the sound of the ocean.
They never talked about it and it never happened again.
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1583
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Set in the future. Quinn and Santana share a house by the beach. Something haunts Santana and Quinn supports her as best she can. Brittany hasn't entered the story yet. Ok, not a great summary. I apologise.
A/N: I'm only a beginner at writing fics. If you want to be my beta, give me a holler. I'd be most grateful. Please leave a comment.
chapter 2 chapter3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7
Quinn threw her purse and keys on the kitchen table and strode through the spacious living room turning on the lights. She opened the large sliding balcony doors and stepped out onto the deck. The salty breeze hit her face and filled her lungs. The beach lay dark, deserted and quiet. The sound of the rolling waves relaxed her. Sheer white curtains fluttered in and out of the doorway.
Thursday night was lonely night. Not that she minded time home alone but the reason made her a little sad. She returned to the kitchen and selected a wine bottle from the rack. Merlot, a safe choice. Absent mindedly she poured herself a glass and walked over to open the fridge.
After changing into a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt she settled in on the couch and started reviewing the case she was working on. She worked too much. She knew it but couldn’t see how that could change. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it to change. She found her work interesting and it kept her occupied. And she enjoyed the spending power it afforded her. Quinn lived in a beautiful home decorated with beautiful things. Had she not become a lawyer she might have been a gallerist.
Close to midnight Quinn removed her reading glasses and gathered up the documents she had scattered over the coffee table. She arranged them in a neat pile before placing them in a folder. She turned off the stereo and made her way up the stairs.
She had chosen the house mainly based on location and its large rooms. There were only three bedrooms but they were all light and spacious. Hers faced the ocean. Growing up in Ohio she had always longed for the sea. She had imagined there was something magical about it. Now she knew there was.
Quinn slept in the nude. It was something she had taken up when she moved to the house. She enjoyed the feeling of cool sheets against her bare skin. She would leave the window ajar and let the sound of the ocean carry her into unconsciousness.
* * *
The sheet rustled a little and she felt the mattress dip down beside her. Quinn raised her head slightly and cast a blurred glance at the clock. 01:30. She felt an arm finding its way around her ribcage and a cool body moving up against her back. A face was lightly pressed against her neck.
“Go back to sleep Q”, a voice whispered gently.
Quinn put her arm over her bed companion’s and did as the voice told her.
* * *
Santana woke at 8 a.m. The sun was blasting in through the window and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was. She looked over at the clock. “Time to go play doctor”, she thought to herself.
She turned up her face and let the water gush over her. She was thankful for the late morning shift. Her mind wandered to the night before. She smiled sadly. She couldn’t keep doing this but how could she not? Week after week she had decided not to go but every time she had been unable to resist. One of these days she would have to find a way to make things up to Quinn. The lawyer never complained but Santana knew her life was taking its toll on her friend. She stepped out of the shower.
* * *
It was Friday and Quinn would be entertaining some business associates in the evening. Santana had been invited to join them but wasn’t sure if she would.
A lazy jazz tune greeted her as she opened the front door. As she entered the house the music blended with the sound of several conversations.
Santana looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror and searched her purse for her lipstick. She slowly applied the deep red make up to her mouth. She pressed her lips together distributing the colour evenly. She smoothed out a few creases on her skirt and inhaled before making her way to the living room where maybe fifteen people were gathered.
“San!” Quinn exclaimed. “Come meet Michael and Tom." She turned to the two men. "Tom, Michael, this is my house mate Santana Lopez.”
Santana shook their hands and they exchanged pleasantries. The men eyed her body. She could feel their stares but chose to ignore them.
“You’re a well hidden secret! Quinn never mentioned he shares her house with another beautiful woman. So what do you do for a living Santana Lopez?” Tom inquired.
“I’m a doctor”, Santana replied.
“I see. Wanna give me a check up?” Tom grinned.
Quinn laughed a little nervously and quickly said “She’s a paediatric surgeon. I think you’re a little too old to catch her professional interest.”
“Well, I could always cut you open and see if there is anything wrong with you”, she looked at Tom with one eyebrow raised. Then she flashed him a smile to soften the blow.
Santana picked up a few grapes from a bowl on the table and put them in her mouth.
“Quinn sweetie, I’ve had a really full day so I think I’m just going to head upstairs and read for a while.”
“Aww. Come on. Stay and have a drink with us”, Tom insisted.
“Thank you but I’m really quite tired and when I crack open two year old Jack’s ribcage tomorrow morning I think we’re all going to be grateful if I skipped that drink tonight and slept for more than six hours. “
She kissed Quinn lightly on the cheek, nodded curtly at the two men and left.
“Wow! Your friend is kinda scary! Smoking hot, but scary.” Michael exclaimed.
“If you’re lucky you’ll never know the half of it!” Quinn muttered under her breath.
* * *
A faint light escaped from under the door to Santana’s room. Quinn knocked softly.
“Q?”
“Yeah”, Quinn replied as she opened the door. Santana was sitting half dressed on her bed. She was reading a brick of a book.
“Seriously Q, I don’t know how you do it.”
“A long time of practice”, Quinn shrugged and sat on the bed. “It comes with the job. A necessary evil, if you will.”
“You should sleep San.” Quinn got up and left. Santana turned off the light and got in under the covers.
* * *
It was Thursday night again.
Santana rose from her seat and waited in line to get out into the main aisle. She made her way out into the street and hailed a taxi.
Fifteen minutes later Santana strolled up to the rather anonymous entrance to Hector’s bar. She was greeted by the doorman.
“You gonna play tonight Santana?”
“Yeah, I think I will. One of those days, ya know.”
Doorman Joe looked sympathetically at her and opened the door and let her in. Santana headed for the bar.
“Hector, do you mind?” Santana nodded towards the piano.
“Knock yourself out querida. Cerveza?”
“Yeah, that’d be great thanks.” Santana took the bottle Hector handed her.
The music from the sound system faded and Santana sat down on the piano stool. She ran her fingers across the keys. She held still for a second and then struck the first chord of the intro and started to sing.
”Una mujer se ha perdido
conocer el delirio y el polvo,
se ha perdido esta bella locura,
su breve cintura
debajo de mí.
Se ha perdido mi forma de amar,
se ha perdido mi huella en su mar.”
* * *
Quinn heard the front door door close softly. She looked at the clock. 01:03. Santana had played at Hector’s again. She listened to her friend climbing the stairs, opening the bathroom door and turning on the tap. A few minutes later the door to her bedroom opened.
“Hey Q”, Santana said and smiled when she saw that Quinn was awake. “You didn’t wait up, did you?”
“No, I was working. I only went to bed a little while ago.” Quinn held up the cover waiting for Santana to get in.
As usual Santana positioned herself behind Quinn and put an arm around her waist.
“What would I do without you Q?” she sighed.
“Oh I don’t know. Be on crack maybe?” Quinn replied sleepily. Santana didn’t answer. She just pressed her body a little closer to Quinn and inhaled the scent of the other woman. She felt a slight tingle in her body but just ignored it. It was merely a physical reaction.
They had done it once about a year ago though.
Quinn had already been asleep when Santana joined her in bed. She woke as she felt the familiar arm wrap itself around her waist. She woke a little more when she felt Santana’s hand starting to move, stroking her stomach, moving upwards and cupping her naked breast. Santana started teasing Quinn’s nipple with her fingers.
“What are you doing S?”
“Just a once off Q…” she whispered and started rolling her hips against Quinn’s butt. Quinn realized Santana wasn’t wearing any clothes. She heard her bed companion’s breathing getting a little faster and soft hungry lips kissed her neck. Slightly to her surprise she felt her arousal growing.
Quinn was wet and ready when Santana’s fingers entered her and when her orgasm came crashing down over her she shouted out profanities that mixed with the sound of the ocean.
They never talked about it and it never happened again.