Santana thinks that she's maybe a little too discriminating when it comes to sexual partners – because she almost missed this, and it's actually beyond tolerable. It's not like she's got a kink for getting it on the locker room or anything, so she figures it's gotta be the partner. It's not Brittany, or Quinn, or even the Troll or Wheezy (both of which she will deny ever having encounters with).
It's Tina. And okay, Santana might not have the highest standards when it comes to sex, but there's something about the little goth chick that's kinda been off-putting, and Santana only ever considered the girl to be an option when she was really horny, and really out of other options.
But she really never expected for anything to actually happen between her and Morticia – there was always something that just made her think that they wouldn't work out, at all, even in the sack. (At least with the Hobbit, there was the loathing – hatesex is great, when it has the chance to be.)
Clearly, she'd never paid enough attention to the Asian chick when she was making out with Cripples, or Other Asian, or even K that one time when he was wasted out of his mind and feeling adventurous. Because Santana had never noticed that the girl had a really nice tongue, until it was licking a stripe up between Santana's breasts, seemingly savoring the sweat leftover from Cheerios practice.
"Fuck…" Santana hisses, arching her neck and ignoring the sharp shooting pain that comes from smacking her head against the cold metal of a locker door. Tina giggles a little, like it's funny or something – which it's totally not – before she accepts the invitation, and leans upward onto her toes to suck on Santana's – very sensitive – pulse point.
Meanwhile, Tina's small, pale hand finds its way between Santana's legs, and oh, okay, they could definitely work out in the sack.
Santana's never been shy about her sexual escapades before, but as she hits her peak a little faster than usual and actually finds that she enjoyed it, rather than just being content with it, she thinks that this will be one particular memory that she won't share with anyone. Only because she doesn't want anyone else getting ideas – she's fucking claiming Vampira as hers, no questions asked, and she's not sharing.
It has nothing to do with the fact that she's been reduced to making a few pretty desperate noises, all because of fucking Tina Cohen-Chang.
(Although, it would probably be more accurate to say that it wasn't so much because of fucking Tina Cohen-Chang as Tina Cohen-Chang's fucking tongue.)
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AN: I am madly in love with Tina femslash ships. And one sentence memes. (Any suggestions on the latter?)
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