Quinn pushes herself up on her elbows and hovers slightly above Santana’s mouth before casually leaning in to kiss her; parting her lips for her to ‘open her airway’.
Santana kisses Quinn back for a moment before realizing she needs air. She turns her head to the side and tries to regain her breath. “Sorry.”
Quinn smirks. “You’re cute.”
Quinn’s frown twists into a devious smirk. “If you keep this up, I may have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation…”
Santana quirks an eyebrow and grins, still doing her best to hold her breath.
Quinn pushes herself up on her elbows and hovers slightly above Santana’s mouth before casually leaning in to kiss her; parting her lips for her to ‘open her airway’.
Quinn’s eyes widen. “Noo! Breathe! Talk! Santana.”
Santana continues to hold her breath.
Quinn’s frown twists into a devious smirk. “If you keep this up, I may have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation…”
“I guess I can allow that,” Quinn murmurs into Santana’s skin.
“You guess? Fine I’ll stop breathing and talking.” Santana takes in a deep breath and holds it.
Quinn’s eyes widen. “Noo! Breathe! Talk! Santana.”
“You speak the truth.” Quinn climbs onto the bed and lays down on top of Santana, cheek pressed to Santana’s chest. “You’re my body pillow now, okay? Don’t move.”
“Am I allowed to breathe and talk?”
“I guess I can allow that,” Quinn murmurs into Santana’s skin.
Quinn kicks off her shoes at the door and follows Santana upstairs to her bedroom. “Every time I step into this room it feels like coming home.”
“Well, you’re here all the time. It pretty much is like a second home.” Santana flops down onto to the bed, folding her arms under her head.
“You speak the truth.” Quinn climbs onto the bed and lays down on top of Santana, cheek pressed to Santana’s chest. “You’re my body pillow now, okay? Don’t move.”
“Love you too, baby. Are we going to go inside? It’s kind of freezing out here.”
“Fine. My mom is home, by the way.” Santana gets out of the car, taking Quinn’s bag from her. They head inside and Santana closes the door behind them.
Quinn kicks off her shoes at the door and follows Santana upstairs to her bedroom. “Every time I step into this room it feels like coming home.”
Quinn leans over the center console and gives Santana a kiss. “The best dreams.”
Santana grins and kisses Quinn again. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby. Are we going to go inside? It’s kind of freezing out here.”
“Actually,” Quinn says quietly, “my dreams are made of you.”
“Yeah? Good dreams, I hope.” Santana pulls into the driveway of her house and turns off the car.
Quinn leans over the center console and gives Santana a kiss. “The best dreams.”
“Bacon is God’s gift to mankind, Santana. Bacon is what God’s dreams are made of.”
“Bacon is what your dreams are made of.”
“Actually,” Quinn says quietly, “my dreams are made of you.”
