Oh damn I'm nervous to post this! I may even take it down if the regret eats away at me lol!

Warnings: Rated M for smut. Quinn g!p

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I'm simply having fun with the characters that I love most from the show.

Intimate Moments (I'm giving it a whole title because if I feel brave enough there might be more random chapters added. Kind of like my 'Love and Affection' collection ya know?)

"Stop tickling me!" Santana squirmed but she was laughing nonetheless as Quinn hovered over top of her on the living room floor with her hands under her tank top pinching delicately at her girlfriend's sides. "Q!"

Quinn was smiling from ear to ear, the sound of Santana's laughter causing her heart to flutter with pure joy. It was the little things like this that made her so thankful for the life she had and boy did times sure change since they were in high school. What started off as a competitive challenge of who was stronger, Santana confident she had gained more muscle since high school and she could win in an arm wrestling match against Quinn had somehow turned into the two of them rolling around on the ground, Quinn dominating Santana by putting her into submission from simply tickling her.

It was all fun and games until Santana's knee accidentally came up hard in between Quinn's legs, causing all tickling and laughing to come to a sudden halt as the wind was pushed out of the blonde's lungs and pain spread throughout her entire lower region.

"Oh!" Quinn gasped her hands immediately flying to her crotch.

"Oh shit, Quinn!" Santana sat up as Quinn rolled off of her and curled up into a fetal position, "I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!"

"I-I know." Quinn breathed out clutching onto herself as if it'd help ease the current painful throb happening between her legs. If this were under normal circumstances Quinn probably wouldn't be in any pain at all after that unfortunate knee to the crotch contact. However Quinn came with an extra package, born intersex thus making the situation way worse than it should have been.

"Shit..." Santana laid down next to her, reaching out to run her fingers through the blonde's hair. "I'm sorry, Q."

Quinn shook her head, slowly inhaling and exhaling, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, "S'alright. Give me a few minutes."

Santana simply nodded feeling badly as she studied Quinn's pained expression, settling in to try and comfort her by combing her fingers through her tousled blonde hair.

With a hard swallow Quinn's dry lips parted and she wet them with her tongue, "I'm going to lie here for a little bit longer."

"Aw, babe." Santana cooed, still feeling guilty wanting to help anyway she could. "You want some ice or something?"

"No, no..." Quinn whispered, "But just know I might not be able to impregnate you in the future."

Santana lightly laughed leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead, before standing up to grab Quinn a pillow to make her fetal position on the ground a little more comfortable.

With Quinn curled up on the living room floor, Santana sat on the couch every once and while eyeing her poor wounded girlfriend, still feeling badly about what happened.

Almost a half hour later Quinn slowly began to move, rolling over onto her back, stretching out the kinks in her legs and arms. Santana sat up a little straighter, moving to the edge of the couch, "Feeling better?"

Quinn mutely nodded, unconsciously sliding her hand down the front of her sweat pants to feel around, pleased that the pain that was once overtaking all her senses had let up.

With that sight happening in front of her Santana smiled when an idea sprang to mind and she stood up, walking over to stand above her girlfriend, each foot on either side of the blonde's waist.

"Don't even think about tickling me!" Quinn warned her entire body tensing ready to defend herself.

Santana smiled and slowly sunk to her knees, carefully straddling Quinn's sweatpant covered pelvis, her own yoga pant covered center resting delicately on top of her.

"No, no tickling..." Santana slyly stated with a slight shake of her head leaning forward so her hands were resting on either side of Quinn's head, her lips inches from Quinn's ear, "How about you allow Auntie Tana to take care of you?"

Pleasant chills erupted upon Quinn's pale flesh, sucking in a sharp breath at what Santana was possibly suggesting. Then another thrilling imagine somehow surprised her and she found herself blurting out, "Put on the candy striper dress."

Santana sat back on her heels surprised by the request, "Oh?" She grinned with a raise of her eyebrow, "You really want to be taken care of?" Santana asked intrigued, giving her hips a faint grind against Quinn, making sure her pain had indeed subsided.

"Please." Quinn nodded already starting to feel better, knowing she'd feel even greater with Santana dressed up in that short revealing dress.

Santana leaned back down plunging her tongue into Quinn's mouth without warning, pulling a surprise moan from the back of Quinn's throat. The action caused Quinn's appendage to twitch underneath her sweatpants, cursing the boy shorts she had on for restricting her, but that didn't matter because all too soon Santana was pulling away and standing up and she was whimpering due to the loss of contact.

"Give me ten minutes and then I want to see you and little Lucy there sprawled out on the bed for me." Santana demanded.

Quinn sat up on her elbows watching Santana walk away while she called out, "You know damn well there is nothing little about Lucy."

Santana paused at the threshold off the bedroom door a shiver running through her entire body, because Quinn was absolutely correct, her cock was the biggest one she had ever seen. True she hadn't dabbled a lot with men, but compared to the few she had seen back in high school, Quinn's eight inches had nothing on them and Santana couldn't wait to play with it all night.

Soon Quinn was lying in the middle of their giant queen size bed wearing nothing but a tank top and black boy shorts, though she was still soft, the bulge between her legs was threatening to split open the fabric of her shorts.

Moments later Santana walked out of their en-suite wearing the dress Quinn had requested strutting out and over to the bed posing in it, "You like?"

Quinn eagerly nodded waving for her to get on the bed and without anymore delay Santana crawled on top of her once again straddling the appendage between Quinn's legs. Santana leaned back down, pressing a few kisses to Quinn's lips, before trailing them along her neck and up to her ear, "You just lie here and I'll take good care of you." she promised bucking her hips a few times, feeling the cock slightly harden against her.

"Fuck..." Quinn moaned lifting her hips off the mattress a few times to meet with Santana's centre.

It wasn't long before Santana was trailing her kisses down Quinn's stomach not wanting to waste time, the memory of Quinn's pained expression urging her to take care of Quinn and make her forget all about her painful incident in the living room.

Quinn was fully hard by the time she reached the bulge in her shorts kissing along the long thick tender area through the fabric, her tongue dipping out every so often, "How's that feeling?" She huskily asked, her fingers wrapping around the waistband of her shorts, "You need more?"

"Yes." Quinn nodded eager for Santana's plump soft lips to wrap around her erection, "Take care of me, San."

Santana spent a few more minutes kissing her through the fabric, nuzzling her nose against the shaft until she finally pulled her face away and pulled the shorts down and off of her girlfriend tossing them to the ground, Quinn's rock hard cock standing in all its glory waiting to be kisses and pampered, the sight never ceasing to amaze her every god damn time she looked at it.

"God, Quinn..." Santana licked her lips reaching out to wrap her hand around it, "You're so fucking huge."

Quinn's hips jerked under Santana's touch, lifting her head a little to see what Santana was going to do next, "Kiss it better, San. Please."

"Oh, you just want kisses?" Santana smiled leaning in to press her pouty lips along the shaft, using her hand to lightly stroke it, "Nothing more?" She nibbled until she reached the tip and lightly pressed her tongue against it.

"I – I think it needs more than that –" Quinn whimpered lifting herself up on her elbows, "She took a real bad hit today, you know that. Come on, baby..."

The endearment caused a flutter to erupt in Santana's chest. She loved it when Quinn was pouty for her, needed her and so Santana was going to do just that because quite frankly this was one of her favourite things to do for Quinn. Besides actually having Quinn inside of her of course, but there was something about feeling Quinn's length pulsating in her mouth that drove Santana wild and the thought alone caused her to soak right through her panties.

"So maybe a little of..." Santana swirled her tongue around the tip her lips sucking ever so lightly, "This?" her eyes locked with Quinn's dark ones, "How about..." She dipped her head back down and then slowly slid her tongue up the entire length, "That?"

"Ye-yeah this is good." Quinn's head fell back against the pillows, "More, San."

Santana shifted a little to get more comfortable kneeling between Quinn's legs, holding herself up with her hands on either side of Quinn's waist, "I think Auntie Tana knows just what to do." She whispered before she slowly bobbed her head down wrapping her lips around Quinn's cock, her tongue swirling as she slowly took in inch after inch of Quinn inside her mouth.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Quinn moaned resisting the urge to thrust her hips, reaching down to gather the raven haired locks from Santana's face and hold them back, "Take it all in just like I know you can, San. You're the only one who can handle my big throbbing cock, huh?"

That encouragement only edged Santana on relaxing her throat as she swallowed all of Quinn into her mouth, priding herself on the lack of gag reflex, her nose actually brushing up against Quinn's lower stomach, she waited a few seconds feeling Quinn fist the hair at the back of her head and then she sucked.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes!" Quinn moaned, "I can't believe you can take all of me in like that. More, San, more...I need more."

Santana took a few quick seconds to control her breathing and then began to slowly bob her head up and down, alternating between using her tongue and sucking for a few minutes, feeling Quinn pulsating inside of her. Then to Quinn's dismay she pulled all the way back, grabbing a lungful of air.

"I want to try the thing." Santana breathed her face flushed, but she held a determined look in her eyes, the taste of Quinn spurring her on.

"San, you don't have to..." Quinn said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I can do it, Quinn. I don't care how big you are. I can do it." Santana said "Let me take care of you..." she almost pleaded, "because eventually I want to try this lying on my back."

Quinn shuddered with pleasure just by the thought, having always seen it done in videos on the internet, but she always figured she was too big, but still there was something about the thought of finishing while still in Santana's mouth that made her go wild.

"Okay...but –"

"I'll pull back if I can't handle it." Santana said with a wave of her hand, "But I can handle anything, so...get ready for the best fucking blow job of your life."

With that Santana leaned back down, wrapping her lips around Quinn's rock hard member once again, her head bobbing up and down on Quinn's cock.

Quinn was squirming between Santana, the feel of her warm mouth engulfing her driving her insane, her hips starting to buck the closer she felt herself coming near the end.

"I'm almost-" Quinn muttered chancing a look down at her girlfriend, the sight of Santana between her legs almost causing her to lose it.

With the warning Santana sucked in Quinn's entire length again, bracing herself while Quinn grabbed the back of her head and began to pump into her mouth, the both of them moaning. Santana had to quickly pull away cursing herself for not being able to hold enough air.

Quinn's eyes snapped back open, "See-"

"We're doing this – " Santana held up her hand to stop Quinn from rejecting the idea, "Fuck my mouth, Q, fuck it until you let go." And with that she leaned back down gathering all of Quinn back into her mouth, moaning against her cock urging her on.

"Fuck ." Quinn shifted bending her knees a little and spreading her legs farther, grabbing Santana's head, "You want my cock deep in your mouth, San?" She taunted giving a powerful thrust upward, "How's that then?" She asked the vibration of Santana's moan sending a wave of pleasure throughout her entire body, "Oh you like that it that much, huh?" Quinn wasn't sure where this side of her was coming from, never wanting to hurt Santana, but her girlfriend always seemed to like it when she was rough and seemed especially in the mood right now. "Take it, San. Take it like the champ I know you are." She began to thrust her hips faster, holding Santana's head in place while she swirled her hips, "You like the tip hitting the back of your throat?" she didn't know where that came from but Quinn went with it, "Is this what you want?" She asked passed the point of no return and as much as she was enjoying herself she hoped Santana didn't need another gulp of air because now Quinn was holding Santana in place, her nose pressed up against her lower stomach as Quinn rapidly bucked into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, San... fuck fuck fuck...this almost feels better than your wet warm pussy." Quinn moaned, wanting to slow down and savour the feeling, but she also knew Santana was going to need to take a deep breath soon. Finally with a few more quick and rough thrusts Quinn exploded, her hips jerking as her orgasm hit her hard shooting into Santana's mouth. "Santana!" she yelled, her hips slowing down, riding it out until she finally fell against the mattress again.

When Quinn's hands fell from her head Santana pulled back sucking in a well deserved gulp of air, "Me gusta." She smiled licking her lips, crawling up Quinn's spent body, peppering her face with kisses before she lay on top of her. "Hot, yeah?"

Quinn nodded unable to give a verbal answer, her arms loosely wrapping around Santana.

Santana nuzzled into her neck, "Now just imagine how much hotter it'll be when you have full control and you're fucking my head into the mattress."

"Santana!" Quinn groaned feeling herself get hard all over again, her girlfriend successful in making her feel better from that knee to the groan earlier in the afternoon and she had a feeling this was only the beginning.