AN: So as some of you may have noticed the Want to Want me is gone. There's a reason for that. As you may know I get a million different ideas at different times. Sometimes I have to discard a story because it seems that the themes I'm aiming for are way to similar to a work that I've done. Unwritten came along, and I had to decide if I wanted to do a proper story and deal with several themes at once or just do a lite version which was what Want to Want me was. Unwritten I felt was simply the better story so I took it down, and decided to rework some parts of Want to Want me.
Song: Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so please don't sue me
"You know Santana, when I brought you to that bar to celebrate your divorce, the whole point was for you to find a rebound. A hot twenty something to take your mind off things. The plan wasn't to meet a hot twenty-something who according to you couldn't drink legally until a few months ago and fall in love. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Santana frowned and shifted uncomfortably, "I'm not in love!" She mutters this and looks away, causing Puck to groan. "I'm not."
Puck stared at her for a moment watching as she fiddled with the papers in on her desk and sighed dramatically. "I hate to do this to you, but Santana, you're old enough to be her mother."
"Keep your voice down," Santana hisses at Puck looking around, even though they were in her office and the door was closed. "You don't think I know that?" Santana groaned placing her face in her hand. "Trust me I know! I picked up her iPod the other day and went through it and I didn't know who anyone was and I thought it was all garbage." She had felt incredibly old. She should have known that dating a twenty-one year old would make her feel incredibly old. "I'm not in love with her or anything," Santana says when Puck gives her a look of pity. "I'm not! We don't live together, I don't know who any of her friends are—she doesn't really talk about her family much. There are still plenty of things I don't know about her."
"Right," Puck said in a disbelieving tone and reached across the table to pull Santana's tablet towards him, turning it on and around so that Santana could see the twelve stem roses that Santana had been looking at. "You don't get expensive roses for a girl you don't love."
"No you don't get roses for any girl. I'm old-fashioned—oh god." Santana groaned. What was she going to do?
Puck didn't look up as he began to snoop through her tablet, "Well, I mean it's not all bad. You are getting some pretty decent sex. I mean her sex drive has to be through the roof. My advice just wait until you can't keep up with her anymore. Ooh a password protected file—she's been sexting you hasn't she?" Noah looked up at Santana who immediately grabbed her tablet back from him glared at him. "Holy shit! She has—do you sext her back?"
Santana flushes and shifts in her chair, "That's none of your goddamn business!" She felt odd sending dick picks to Charlie, she had thought it was stupid and she had made Charlie swear to delete them afterwards. But the pictures that Charlie sent her—Santana shivered inwardly. The sex between them had been phenomenal it had always been phenomenal.
"So that's a yes." Puck said shaking his head.
"It's a—you're here to give me advice Puck. I don't know what to do!" Santana snaps at him putting her tablet out of his reach. "You date younger women all the time."
"No I fuck younger women all the time. They love riding the puckasaurus," Puck said wiggling his eyebrows. "I haven't dated anyone in years, but if you want my advice. Dump her before you fall in love. There are other kinky twenty-somethings out there who will send you naked photos, and be absolute freaks in bed." Puck fumbled and pulled out his phone and opened his photos and turned it a bit so Santana could see. "Take a look, all these women are sending me sexy pics. It's normal and common. Honestly I think that it's about attention because they don't want you looking at porn on the internet."
Santana closed her eyes and pushed his phone away, grimacing and opening her drawer for some hand sanitizer. She didn't want to know where his phone had been, or his hands. "You disgust me." She didn't know why she had listened to him. "Aren't you a little old for this? And didn't your mother teach you to respect women?"
Puck flashed a smile at her. "You're never too old for a good time. And my mother is absolutely horrified that I haven't married some girl and given her grandchildren yet. Of course no woman is good enough for me unless she's a Jewish woman. The things I need to put up with." Puck said with a sigh. "Point is Santana, we've all got some shit to deal with. If you're so horrified by dating a twenty-one year old, then dump her. You're not in love with her remember? Then you can become a strange cat lady who is going to die alone in her apartment and get eaten by her cats."
Santana glared at him for a moment. "You don't even approve of this relationship!"
Puck rolled his eyes, "I don't approve of most relationships. But I know you, if this doesn't work out for you'll probably shut down completely and become a hermit. You like her, I don't know why, and I think this is a terrible idea. Well it's certainly not the worst idea in the world. You're happy, you've got this hot chick who is twenty-one years old sending you sexy pictures. I'm sure that the sex is amazing, so—just enjoy it while it lasts." Puck shrugged. He had honestly thought that Santana was going to shrivel up and die from the lack of sex she was getting. The divorce had been brutal, and Santana had insisted on waiting until it was official till she tried to get back out there. A part of him realized that she had hoped that it would all work out in the end. It hadn't.
Santana made a face at this, she didn't want to break up with her girlfriend, and she didn't want her girlfriend to break up with her either. It was a complicated situation. "I don't want her to think that I'm old—"
"You are old. You turned forty last month," Puck pointed out.
Santana ignored him and shifted the papers on her desk. "I don't want her to think I'm old and that I can't keep up—"
"Santana you can't keep up. Going to clubs is for young people. Doing crazy stunts is for young people. They can bounce back we can't."
"Which is why—we're going sky diving this weekend." Santana said leaning back in her chair.
"So we're going through a midlife crises? Got it," Puck said shaking his head. "Should I stop you before you get a tramp stamp or before you blow your savings on some fancy sports car?" He dodged the eraser Santana chucked at his head.
Charlie Fabray glanced at her phone that had buzzed as she finished up her assignment and picked it up, glancing at the name on the screen. She smiled and bit her lip leaning back in her chair as she opened the text message. She paused and crinkled her nose at the words, she had been hoping for something sexy, like Santana sexting her again. She most certainly hadn't been expecting sky diving.
"That your fake girlfriend again?" Quinn asked finally turning to her twin crinkling her nose a bit. Charlie had been disappearing for days at a time.
"Yeah." Charlie winces and bites her lip she hated flying and she was terrified of heights. But she didn't want Santana to think she was just some immature kid. She quickly texts back that the idea sounds like fun even though it really doesn't, before flicking her eyes at her twin. "Not fake."
Quinn rolled her eyes and got off the couch where she had been watching a movie, and moved to her twin and tried to swipe her phone only to have Charlie move back. "We both know she's fake until I meet her." Quinn smirks when Charlie flips her off.
"Charlie talking to her fake girlfriend again?" Brittany asks popping her head out of her room and looking at her two older sisters.
Charlie lets out a frustrated sigh, "For fucks sake she's real." She pauses and turns back to her phone and quickly texts Santana asking if she could come over tonight.
"Well we have to meet her," Brittany said crossing her arms over her chest. "How do we know she's good enough for you if we don't meet her? She could totes be after the Fabray fortune."
Quinn nods before Charlie can jump in, "Right, plus we need to make sure that she treats you right."
Charlie grumbles and glances down at her phone which vibrates and smiles. Santana had said yes, "Trust me—she's not after the family fortune. I've been to her apartment she has her own money and a nice job and everything. Look there's a reason why I have no intention of introducing you to her. I don't want her to leave because of all the crazy."
Brittany scoffed at the lame excuse, "What crazy?"
Quinn nods in agreement, "Charlie—you're the only who hasn't introduced their significant other. I mean I introduced the two of you to Rachel and Brittany brought Mike home a few months ago. I don't see what the big deal is."
"Unless she's ugly. Quinn you don't think she's ugly do you? Why would you date an ugly person Charlie?" Brittany asked a distressed look on her face.
"Because it's what's on the inside that matters?" Charlie answers bluntly. "She's not ugly, she's gorgeous." Charlie stands up and begins to arrange her books and assignments and puts her laptop in her bag. "Anyway, I've got places to be." Charlie said. "Text if you need me."
Brittany pulls out her phone and texts her older sister, "There." She grins when Charlie rolls her eyes. "We will find out what you're hiding one of these days."
Charlie rolled her eyes, "I hate the both of you," she mutters under her breath grabbing her stuff and heading to her room to put on something that she was sure that Santana would appreciate on the floor of her bedroom.
Santana shifted as she ate her salad, she couldn't help but stare longingly at the burger and fries that Charlie had gotten. She was a bit jealous that she couldn't eat like that anymore. She was trying desperately to figure out what Charlie was talking about, but she truly didn't understand.
"So yeah, the term creative deconstruction basically it's the incessant product and process innovation mechanisms by which new production units replace outdated ones. Like I never once thought about not having an iPhones but they phased out the old iPod classics, they turned the iPod nano into touch screens you can't get them like you used to anymore. Which is a shame because you could put so much music on those things." Charlie explained taking a bite of her burger.
"Sounds fascinating," Santana said with a smile on her face despite the fact that she had absolutely no idea what Charlie was talking about. She sees a pleased smile on Charlie's face and she relaxes, "So are you looking forward to sky-diving this weekend?"
Charlie swallowed, she wanted to impress Santana, which was why she talked about her school work. Honestly it was rather boring but Santana was so sophisticated and fun, and she really didn't want to be seen as a dumb kid. "Yeah, totally." She lied before smirking. "But you know what else I'm looking forward to?"
Santana looked up from her salad, "What?" she said trying to play it cool. She recognized that tone and the look in Charlie's eye and she could feel the strain in her pants as her member started to wake up and she swallows, putting her fork down.
Charlie bit her lip and leaned back in her chair, "Dessert," Charlie said her voice getting husky.
Santana smirks watching her girlfriend for a moment, this she could handle. "Nope."
Charlie's face fell at this, "What do you mean nope?" It came out as a bit of a whine but she was past the point of caring. "Why not?"
Santana blinked and then slowly smiled, Charlie had forgotten. She opens her purse and pulls out her tablet glancing at Charlie who was pouting. She opened the locked file on the tablet and tapped the first video that popped up. She increased the volume as the sounds of a vibrator filled the air and Santana watched as Charlie turned a deep red. "Because bad girls don't get dessert remember?"
Charlie shifted as Santana turned the tablet around so she could watch herself, "You said—we had to delete those!" She tried letting out a soft groan as she watched herself push the vibrator deep inside of her.
"No, we agreed that you would delete them you said that I could keep them," Santana reminded Charlie. Truthfully she did delete them after watching them over and over again, but this one she had kept as a reminder to Charlie.
'Oh fuck Santana! It feels so good. I—fuck—I wish this was you.'
"Santana!" Charlie said sinking in her seat under Santana's smirk. Santana had been at a conference or something and she had wanted to make sure that Santana had something nice to remember her by. "I did it for you!" She tried again.
Santana turned the tablet around, listening as Charlie panted and moaned. "No, I'm pretty sure you were touching yourself because you wanted to." Santana said in a dry tone, her eyes dancing in amusement as Charlie squirmed in her seat. "Remember what I said?"
"Yes," Charlie managed to get out feeling the warmth spread through her body, as her eyes clouded over in lust.
Santana smirked and reached to take a sip of her water, watching as her girlfriend squirmed in her seat. She had no idea how this particular thing had started but she didn't care. She pushed the urge to simply push Charlie down and fuck her hard against her dining table down. She was in control and she was going to remind Charlie of that. It had been a while since they had sex, what with Charlie's midterms and her conference. "What did I say?" She presses watching as Charlie's cheeks go a deeper shade of red. "Remind me." Charlie mumbles something under her breath and Santana tilts her head. "Louder Charlie I couldn't hear you."
"Not without your permission," Charlie mumbles a bit louder, it's the only intelligible thing that comes out of her mouth and she bites her lip.
Santana smirks and pushes her chair back, "What am I going to do with you?" she questions her causing Charlie to open her mouth, she quickly raises her hand. The momentum was fully in her court now. Puck was wrong, sure there were twenty-year olds but Charlie—well she was different. "Come here."
Charlie scrambles to her feet and quickly moves to stand in front of Santana exhaling deeply. "Santana," it was another whine again but she quickly closes her mouth not wanting to get into even more trouble. She squirms a bit until Santana nods her head giving her permission to strip down, which she does leaving herself in just a lacey red thong. Santana always enjoyed pulling that off at her leisure, sometimes she'd remove it completely other times she preferred it to be wrapped around her thighs. It was Santana's decision and she shivers when she feels Santana running her hands along her body, teasing her. She lets a small groan when she feels Santana pinching at her nipples tugging them, she feels her legs buckle a bit. Her nipples had always been sensitive and Santana enjoyed playing with them.
Santana shifts and slowly unbuttons and unzips her pants letting her dick spring free. She smirks as she watches as Charlie bites her lip. "You haven't earned it yet," Santana said firmly causing Charlie to pout. She's about to bend Charlie over the table and turn her cheeks red when she's pushed back into the chair and Charlie straddles her and kisses her deeply. Santana smirks, and grips Charlie's hip stopping her from grinding against her dick.
"Please Santana, it's been weeks," Charlie mumbles as she presses kisses along Santana's jaw. "Please, I just need your dick—it's been like weeks," Charlie mumbles. She hates manipulating Santana like this but her last name is Fabray and this is just par for the course. "I'll be yours all weekend, we can stay home and I'll be naked except for the collar and leash—which you can tug whenever you need me to do something for you. I just—I need you right now."
"Oh?" Santana says pulling away from Charlie, it would be tempting to just get her rocks off right now. "So you want me to postpone your punishment to this weekend?" Charlie nods and tries to kiss her again but she stops her placing a finger on her lip. "You know, if I do that it'll be worse right?"
Charlie groans, she knew just how Santana mean could be and even though she secretly loved it and wished that Santana would be rougher. "Yes," she mumbled watching as Santana seemed to think it over. "Two days, I'll do whatever you want—you can fuck me wherever you want." Charlie pressed forward and kissed Santana's neck. "Anything you want Santana, just please fuck me now. I need you—I missed you."
Santana shivers, two whole days of doing whatever kinky thing she could come up with a willing partner, it was a dream. Plus if she did this then she wouldn't have to go sky-diving this was a win-win situation. "Anything?" Santana presses trailing her hand down Charlie's stomach and sliding them into her thong to test how wet she was. In every situation she won.
"Anything—oh god," Charlie moans bucking her hip as Santana pinches her clit and she slips a bit. "Please Santana—fuck feel how wet I am—that's how much I need you. Please."
"You'll beg for it?" Santana asks teasing Charlie's clit. Charlie nods against her as she moans, causing her to pinch her clit again. "Speak up."
"Yes—fuck yes—anything and everything," Charlie nodded.
"You'll cum only when I tell you to?" Santana presses, she doesn't need to pinch Charlie's clit this time as she's nodding eagerly.
"Yes—fuck you're in charge Santana! You're in charge." She was so wet, it wouldn't take long and Santana's dick was right there. She needed it inside of her. "I'll be your slut for the weekend, your sex-slave." She promises, she doesn't care how much she needs to debase herself at this moment, no one had ever fucked her like Santana had. "I just need you pound my pussy—to make me—" She doesn't finish her sentence as Santana shoves her off, she manages to catch herself before she's turned around, Santana pushing all the dishes away before she's slammed roughly into the table. Fingers tangle in her hair pulling it back as she feels Santana's fingers digging against her waist yanking and ripping her thong. She lets out a long moan as the tip of Santana's dick bumps against her clit and she tries to desperately grind back.
"What do you want?" Santana hisses in Charlie's ear teasing her pussy with her dick. "Remember your manners Charlie."
Charlie moans and tries to angle her hips so Santana slips inside of her. "Please, fuck me! Please Santana—I need to cum—I'm begging you. Please fuck me and let me cum—no one can fuck me like you can please Santana."
"Damn straight," Santana grunts and shifts her hips before she thrusts all the way deep into Charlie's pussy, she quickly shifts the hands that on Charlie's waist and uses it to pinch her clit again and she immediately feels Charlie's walls clamp down as she bucks hard against her. She loved it, Charlie's body was sensitive, and she could make her cum over and over again, with a little amount of work. She doesn't give Charlie a moment's notice as she quickly begins to thrust into her hard and deep, prolonging the orgasm for as long as she could.
"Harder, Santana—please fuck me—oh god! Fuck!" Charlie moans loudly as Santana begins to move her hips as hard and as fast as she could, pressing her down onto the table even more.
Santana smirks watching as Charlie writhed on the table, panting. "Fuck, you're such a little slut for my dick," Santana says shaking her head before bringing one of her hands down on Charlie's ass causing her to jump a bit. The things she was going to do to Charlie this weekend. She feels Charlie's orgasm again, causing her to groan as Charlie's wall clamp down on her again, practically trying to force her to cum. "You won't be able to cum like this weekend. No you'll cum when I tell you to," she drags her dick out and thrusts forward again causing Charlie to groan and arch her back more. "You'll bend over when I want you to. Spread your legs when I want you." Each instruction is punctuated by a particularly hard thrust causing Charlie to moan loudly.
"Yes—fuck yes—anything you want." Charlie promises feeling her body tensing a sure sign that she's close that she's about to cum again. It's a chant now, and when Santana's thrusts start getting erratic she knows that she's going to cum soon. There's a sharp pain in her clit as Santana pinches it again and she doesn't even hesitate this time as she begins to squirt, hard as Santana begins to cum not caring about the mess. She always had to clean it up after.
"Fuck." Santana groans slamming her hips forward and climaxing hard, she grunts. It had been a while since they had just fucked like that and she slumps forward onto Charlie's back for a moment, tracing the beads of sweat that are on her neck, and kissing her shoulder gently. "You need to get to my bedroom and take the position, we're not even close to being done."
Charlie shivers against her for a moment and nods swallowing, this was so worth it. "Yes Santana," She feels Santana pull out and she quickly scrambles to rush to Santana's bedroom to do as she's told. It was times like this she didn't believe that Santana was 40.
AN: And with that is the first chapter of this really small fic that does indeed have a bit of a story, I promise it's not long just five chapters, probably maybe. Please read and as for all my other stories well, they'll probably be updated I remember, I've already started working on my next big written project after actually sort of taking a vacation, sort of being generous. Well, there will be updates to some of them not all of them. I mean I'm sort of trying to finish them one by one, and truthfully Love the Way You Lie, which is really only four chapters more is the one I chose to start with. This fic is also finished. Because I really want to start working on my next Faberry Chartana piece called Hear Me (tentative title) and I realize that I need to start ending open stories. So one by one they will be finished don't worry.
Hear me is going to be different. I know I say that about all my fics, but I finished the first chapter yesterday. It's in first person. I'm experimenting. But, I will post the preview chapter, sometime tomorrow probably. I'll probably get a lot of hate for it, but Quinn Fabray is Quinn Fabray. People are probably going to say that I hate her character, when on the contrary I think she's by far the most interesting character to work with. The entire fic won't be first person, I struggle with writing in the first person but, I wanted to do something different and sort of expand my skills. So look for that. Once I finish writing it, the entire story will be posted.