One:
Give Me Your Heart Not Your Money
If you say this life aint good enough I would give my world to lift you up.
I could change my life to better suit your mood, cause you're so smooth.Just like the ocean under the moon, well that's the same emotion that I get from you.You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth. Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it.
My eyes fluttered open though my thoughts were far away. She stood by the open window as hot air whipped around her thick raven hair. The pale glow from the moon's light cascaded over her silhouette illuminating her rich caramel skin through the darkness. Her eye's were the color of delicious dark chocolate, the kind which a master chocolatier might use in his creations, though they seemed to stare out into the night like a violent storm. She was searching for something, what it was , I couldn't say.
Beneath the sheets I struggled to quietly stretch my exhausted limbs, but it was more than enough to distract the beautiful woman from her thoughts. With a great amount of effort I managed to prop myself up on an elbow and flick on the bed side lamp. My hair hung in a disheveled mess around my shoulders, however at three amI didn't really care.
"Come back to bed." I whined. I used my index finger to draw her in closer.
Her cool calculating expression stole the breath from my chest when she turned to look at me. Her body was completely bare, but there wasn't an inch of modesty left in her features. A wild and terrifying smile crept to her lips. I had come to know that look all to well in the last several hours. It was the reason by entire body felt as though I had run a marathon. The muscles in my stomach knotted together as her hips swung back and forth like a pendulum. Her approach was deliberately slow as if she were testing me.
"I suppose I could do that" her sultry voice echoed through the thin walls of my hotel room."It's the least I could do, since you so graciously opened up your room to me."
I could feel my throat go dry the moment her hungry eyes found mine. My body once again hummed with a nervous excitement as she began to crawl across my bed, pulling the covers down away from my body. Though it was nearly ninety degrees in the room, the thin covers had managed to help me retain some small shred of propriety. With my tits exposed to the warm air, I once again felt venerable. Her eyes roamed every inch of me and all I could do was stare.
"That's not what I meant." I tried to say, but she dismissed me almost instantly.
"I know what you meant, now open." She commanded. Her firm hand rested lightly on my knee encouraging me to spread my legs for her. I did without a fight though my sore muscles trembled as I did so. My obedience amused her, but she chose not to comment further on the matter. She pressed her full sweet lips to the inside of my left knee, where her hand also began to massage the flesh of my tone thigh.
"I was thinking..." I say, though it's not a phrase I'm accustom to. "I need something to call you by and you never bothered to ask my name, it's-"
Her fingers fly to my lips silencing me at once. I can see the storm returning to her deep rich eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if I had offended her in someway. "Names were not apart of the deal. When we met I told you it would be just sex and nothing more. You've given me a place to stay for the night and I'm grateful, but lets not make this something it's not."
Exhausted and frustrated I collapse back on top my pillow giving a disgruntled sigh. She seemed content with my irritation and resumes her assault on my body. It doesn't take long for her lips to trail their way up from my knee, along my thigh, and past my swollen sex. I shutter as the thick of her tongue swiped the length of my core. With every subsequent lick I begin to feel utterly devoured. My head falls back and I close my eyes tight, focusing on every sensation. Her nose bumps my clit sporadically causing me to moan. I begin to take shallow breaths as my hips jerk up off the soft bed. My fingers find their way into her long dark strands of hair, urging her to move deeper.
"I just think—unf—it'd be nice to have a name to call out for a—oh god—change" I struggled to say between bolts of electric pleasure shooting through my body. Though I couldn't see her expression, I could tell she was annoyed by my persistence on the subject. I watched as she licks her lips and lifted her head from between my legs.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" She asked with an air of inpatients. I shook my head no. She closed her eyes and took a deep relaxing breath. "Fine. Pick something."
I looked at her with a bewildered and confused expression
"Pick a name for me. Make it something sexy." She encouraged with a swipe of her tongue that made my hips buck.
"I can't think of any..." I confess, sitting up slightly, shrugging my shoulders. She chose to return to kissing my inner thigh, as if to say 'too bad'. I began to notice the dark purple spots she had left there earlier in the night. "I've only had to name one thing before and that was my kitten back home. I ended up calling him Lord Tubbington, but that wouldn't fit you at all"
The woman gave me a sexy groan as she wrapped her arms around my ass and began pulling me back toward her luscious plump lips. I wanted to stop her, but like a drug; her kisses were addicting.
"Call me Santana." she moans as she dives back into me with no foreplay. I wanted to ask her why that name, but I was too hypnotized by my own rapidly approaching orgasm.
My fists bawled around the soft white bed sheets tightly. It felt as though all the muscles in my body locked up, just as I screamed out the name given to me. When the feeling subsided I tried to wiggle away from her plump lips, I felt so sensitive and sore, but she was insistent on consuming every last bit of fluid that had come from me.
"Enough, I can't take anymore." I said pulling her head out of my lap, so I can stare into her creamy dark eyes. There was a little left on her bottom lip which she quickly licked away.
"You know, out of all the woman I've slept with, you are by far the sweetest. I think I could eat you all day everyday, for the rest of forever." She smirks and kisses my impressive set of abs. It's my turn to roll my eyes.
"All the girls huh? Is that suppose to make me feel special? I take it you do this often?" I say bitterly, though I don't know why I feel so jealous. It could have been the fact that she was my first-girl that is. Of course the curiosity had always been there, but where I came from it wasn't something you talked about.
Santana looked at me with a quizzical expression as though she could see right through my bullshit. Her hard eyes softened for a moment before trailing light kisses up my torso and to my neck where she nuzzled me affectionately.
"It wasn't meant to make you feel special, but it was the truth. You're very-unique and if the circumstances where different I'd happily spend the week wooing you the way you deserve. " She muttered into my skin, making my heart flutter. I looked out the window at the bright blue moon. Somewhere off in the distance the sound of waves breaking against the shore comforted me. She brought a finger to my chin brining my gaze back to her.
"What if I went with you? I have a lot of money and nowhere to go." I whisper back against her lips as we start to slowly kiss. Her hand moved to my cheek; her lips rock me to sleep. My eyes felt heavy and I soon drifted off. I dreamed of her, knowing that in the morning she'd be nothing more than a distant memory.
I stir from my dreams only enough to crack my eyes open for a moment. She's up and dressed putting on her silver hooped earrings. I tried to speak. I wanted to tell her not to leave me behind. I wanted to take the time to get to know everything about her, but my body wouldn't move. My head felt drunk though nothing had past my lips in several hours.
She sensed that I was awake. She glanced down at my helpless eyes ignoring my silent plea. The woman looking back at me was no longer Santana. This woman was cold and calculating. Had I not tried to fight whatever invisible bond that held me down, I think she would have probably left me with out a single word. I could hear an exasperated sigh escape her lips. I watched her as she rooted around the hotel room in search of her bag. She pulled out two items. The fist was small and very hard to make out, I guessed some kind of pill. The second was her wallet, which she pulled a crisp note from. My eyes followed as she returned to my bed side. She popped the small pill int her own mouth and set the bill on the bed side, then she leaned across and placed her lips to mine one last time.
I felt her tongue force its way though in an awkward attempt at closure, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Her slender fingers pushed back a lock of hair behind my ear.
"You are one of the most frustrating women I have ever met, but also the sexiest. I promise I wont ever forget about you, however you should probably forget everything about me. I left you a little something on the table. I'm not paying you for what happened between us, I want you to take it and buy yourself something beautiful to wear. Every time I think of you, I'll think of you in a stunning outfit that I gave to you. Live well and be happy." She whispered pressing her lips to my forehead, but by then I was already gone again.
When I woke again the hot tropical afternoon sun was pouring in through my window. I could feel my arms and legs toasting. I looked around for Santana. I even called her name a few times thinking we could have one last late breakfast together before we went our separate ways, but she was gone. It took me a while to remember her words from early that morning. My heart sank when I finally realized she was gone for good.
My eyes trailed over to the bed side table, where a fresh hundred sat with Franklin's face peering back at me. I had a funny feeling in my gut about all this. I didn't much care for the fact that Santana had left me money, but she did say it was to buy myself something nice with it. Even more confusing was the fact that she had a hundred to toss around. When she asked to stay in my room for the night I assumed it was because she couldn't afford one of her own.
It took me an hour to get dressed and brush all the knots from my hair. I was determined to enjoy the rest of my trip even though I felt a little heart-sick over the girl who I had only known for a few hours. I finally picked up the bill off the counter and slipped it into the back pocket of my ripped jeans, Then I grabbed my waterbug sunglasses off the bathroom counter and left the hotel in search of a new adventure.
I spent most of my time perusing the different local owned shops and kiosks which lined the boardwalk of the shore. The breaking waves reminded me of her often, but I managed to keep myself distracted. Eventually I found a simple white dress that fit my tastes perfectly. A lace pattern of flowers were stitched effortlessly into the material. The plunging neckline showed off my cleavage, while the color made me appear far more tan then I actually was. The dress fell to my mid-thigh and it felt like just what I needed to spend my days basking in the Venezuelan sun. I paid for the dress with the money my one-time-lover had left me and then used the left over to buy matching gold jewelry.
With my purchases secured in two small bags at my elbow joint I proceeded to explore further down the boardwalk. The sun seemed to remain fixed over the horizon with deep shades of red and blood orange reflected off the water's surface. As I approached the business district which sat on the edge of a small cliff over looking the water and my thoughts fell to her once more.
I first laid eyes on her at the hotel bar. She seemed frustrated by something. A single duffel bag sat on the ground next to her, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I was too focused on her lips and the way she used them to flirt the bartender into free drinks. Her smile, her walk, her talk seemed to blend in with every bit of culture which surrounded this beautiful country. Had she not caught my interest I might have thought she was a local who was kicked out of her house by parents or a boyfriend of some kind. All those possibilities fluttered out the door when she turned on her bar stool and caught me gawking at her like some doe-eyed school boy who had never seen a woman in his life. I swear I wanted to die in that moment. I could still freshly picture the way her eyes appraised me, wondering if I could be trusted. When a deep red blush rose to my cheeks it was all over. She knew she had nothing to fear from me, so skillfully she turned the tables. The hunter was now the hunted, in all honesty I never stood a chance.
I expelled a deep sigh as wandered on with no real destination in mind. I could hear my mother's voice in my head warning me about being out on the streets at night. Maybe she had a point, but something in my gut told me to walk just a little further down.
The sun was falling when I finally came close to the end of the business district I had just abruptly turned around to start walking back the way I came with three black SUVs sped past parking out front of a dusty run down building on the far end. Considering they had nearly hit me on their way past I turned and looked around to see what the big deal was. My mind wandered with thoughts of Venezuelan police making a drug bust. My pulse quickened with excitement. Nothing interesting ever happened in Lima, Ohio, which was exactly why I packed my bags and left for stranger places.
Quickly I crossed the street to get a better look around the cars which blocked any view of the entrance. I crept closer trying to see what was going on, without being spotted myself. The windows were tinted so seeing through them was nearly impossible, so I inched closer until I was only a few feet away. I could just make a series of tall body builder types with bald heads. One held a large looking gun in his hands though I couldn't tell you the make. A smaller man who looked native to the country stepped out of the rundown looking office building and spoke a few words in Spanish I couldn't understand. He beckoned them all inside.
I watched as the men mindlessly followed the small guy's instructions. "Well for a drug bust this is really boring" I whispered to myself, feeling a little disappointed there was no action. As I was about to continue my walk home—well now jog, by the amount of light left—I heard a grunt that sound something like a "Move." Curiously I looked back to see the man holding the gun pointing it at a woman with thick black hair.
Her hands were up where he could clearly seem him though she was clearly not worried by the way she took a quick moment to brush back several strands of dark hair behind her ear revealing a large silver hoop. My heart began to beat sporadically. This was certainly not a drug bust. Kidnapping maybe?
I tip-toed closer until I was right up against one of the three black cars watching as Santana entered the building. My breathing shallowed. She was in danger and I knew I had to do something. I quickly fumbled around my person looking for my cell phone, only to realize I had left it back at the hotel. "Shit." I hissed under my breath, though it occurred to me later that had I had my cell phone I still wouldn't have had any fucking idea who to call for help.
I peeked over the hood of the car once more to check if anyone was there. There wasn't. "Okay Britt. You can do this. You wanted excitement in your life and now you've got it. The most beautiful woman you've ever met in your life is in there and it's up to you to go save her" I say to myself trying to tell myself I have a fucking plan of some kind. I don't.
I took a deep breath and set my things down behind the tire of black SUV, which I was hiding behind. I pull my hair into a tight pony and stretch a little before moving around to the front of the building. Thankfully the door was unlocked, so I didn't have to crawl through a window. I simply pushed the door and it swung open nicely.
It was hard to tell what kind of kind of business had once taken place in the building because it was in such a state of decay. Broken bottles, papers, chunks of wall, and other various forms of trash littered the floor making me question the safety of where I stepped. Thankfully, I had chosen to wear my thick-soled sneakers that day, still there was the possibility that the floor could collapse right beneath me. Somewhere above me there was a muted cry of pain and I snapped back to the reason I had entered that death trap to begin with.
I quickly made my way through the building as quietly as I could, dancing around anything that looked questionable. I soon found a broad staircase which lead up to the floors above. I took two at a time not knowing how much time I had left. The next floor up was a series of abandoned cubical. Bullets holes lined the walls. I tried not to focus on the thick dark stains and the stale smell that hung in the air. There was a soft click at the end of the hall which startled me. I ducked quickly into one of the stalls and pulled a chair toward me to block me from sight.
"Think she'll talk"
"Not a chance."
"Shame. She's hot."
The two men stepped into view. The taller one stopped his partner with his hand.
"Do not get attached." He growled.
"I'm not. I don't care what happens to that bitch. I'm just saying that she's super hot." He was clearly much younger and it seemed to peeve the older guard.
"La Tortuga is waiting for us. Try not to say anything stupid." He grumbled. The two men stepped out of sight, but I could still hear their steps. I pushed the chair and crawled out from my hiding place and booked it to the end of the hall hoping no one heard me. I stay ducked behind another cubical trying to catch my breath and find my nerve, when I remember Santana could be hurt. I crouch over to the door and gently click it open.
Inside I see her sitting in a simple chair with her back to me. Her wrists were handcuffed to a bar in the center of long table which spans almost the length of the small room. There wasn't much on the walls aside from a few grizzly pictures I tried not to look at. Santana seemed to be extremely calmed, I might have even said relaxed had the situation not been so dire.
"If you came back for another verbal assault I'd be more than happy to go round three with you fuck face. I think we've reached that level in our relationship where we talk about your mother. "
Gently I close the door behind me, making as little sound as I could.
"Please don't talk about my mama, that wouldn't be very nice" I whisper moving around front to where she could see me. I watched as Santana's muscles instantly tensed at the sound of my voice. When our eyes met again there was not loving warmth there to welcome me. Instead I was met with a sharp venomous glare. "Are you okay?" I asked crouching down next to her looking up into those stunning brown eyes, which had consumed me the night before. Her lip was split and a thin line of purple dusted her cheek bone.
"What's your game?" She snarled jerking toward me only to be stopped by the restraints. I fall back onto my butt in fear of her anger.
"I—um-No game. I promise. I saw them take you, so I followed and snuck in. Don't worry I'll find a way to get you out of here." I tell her with a hopeless confidence. I stand up and take a good look at the cuffs wondering if I could find something to break them. I could feel her eyes watching me closely, trying to figure me out.
"If Tortuga thinks he can win me over with some slut, I'm not buying it. You can run back to your pimp because I'm not interested." She hissed under her breath at me.
I stop fiddling with the cuffs for a moment to look at her. I couldn't help the way my features fell into a pout at her harsh words. I didn't understand why she didn't trust me, all I could do was prove it too her.
"I pinky promise I'm not hear to hurt you or help Tortilla. I saw them take you and I was worried."I said wrapping my small finger around hers. I couldn't stop my self from flinching when she scoffed at my foolishness.
"If what you're saying is true, which I don't believe for a fucking second, that makes you very brave or very stupid. Maybe both"
I looked down at the carpet for a moment feeling a little hurt by her mean words. I could feel her watching me with a now curious look.
"Hang on I think I have an idea." I said leaving the room quickly. I hear her call to me, but I ignore her. I frantically look around the office for something to pick the locks with. It wasn't a skill of mine, but there was no time to learn like the present. Finally I found an open box of paper-clips, which gave me an odd rush of excitement. I snatched them up and darted across the room only to trip and fall at the last moment.
I fell to the ground hard with a dull thump which seemed only to be defended by the loud squeak of pain that involuntarily ripped from my throat.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Girl! Blondie! Get back in here!" I hear Santana shout at me from beyond the door in front of me. I scramble to my feet, grabbing the paper-clips as I go. "Paper-clips?! What the fuck am I suppose to do with a paper-clip?" Santana yelled at me. From down the hall I could hear the thudding footsteps of guards headed our way.
"I don't know! Pick the locks!" I shout back at her. I quickly unbend one of the clips and start trying to pick the cuffs.
"Hurry the hell up blondie!" Santana urges as the footsteps get closer.
"I've never done this before! I'm trying." I said as I start to panic a little.
"Well try harder!"
"Who's in there! Come out with you hands up!" Shouted a grunt from outside the door.
"Fuck. Get on the other side of the table blondie." Santana barks. I gave her and odd look unsure of how that will help. "Just fucking do it."
"We're coming in there!" Shouts another guy. Santana stands up from her chair with her hands still cuffed to the center bar
"I'd love to see you twats try!" Santana yelled right back at them. I screamed as one of the men used his boot to kick the door in. Surprisingly, Santana was more than ready. She donkey kicked the door right back at him casing it to swing back and hit him in the face. In the next moment she swung over the top of the tabled, pulling it over onto it's side with her. "Keep you head down." She ordered as they opened fire on the door. I wanted to scream and cry, but the way Santana held to me to the floor using her own body to protect mine kept me silent.
Bullets riddled the room for only a few moments. The table which provided us what little cover we had was riddled to pieces. The metal bar that held Santana's handcuff came unhinged allowing her to slide her hands free with only two new bracelets to show for it.
"Do not get up until I tell you." She whispered into my ear, but all I could think about was how cold I felt when her body left mine. I couldn't see what happened, but the next thing I herd was the thud as one of the men fell to the floor. I lifted my head to peer out of a bullet hole inside the table. Santana held a small hand gun in her fist which she must have swiped from the unconscious man on the floor. Using the door as a shield she fired several shots into the hall before ducking back behind the door.
"Psst. Blondie. Come stand behind me if you want to live."
I didn't need to be told twice. I jump to my feet and run around the tattered table until I'm standing directly in the girl's shadow.
"Okay so here is what's going to happen. I'm going to lay down some cover. You're going to make a hard right straight out the door. Base will be at the end of that hall got it?" She peaks out only to have shots fired at her head.
"I'm sorry I've never watched a cop show. I have no idea what any of that means." I confess. Santana looks over her shoulder at me with a frustrated glare.
"You really aren't one of them are you?"
"I have no idea who 'they' even are" I shrug back and she rolls her eyes.
"okay. I'm going to shoot. You're going to run down the hall to our right and hide." she directed.
"Got it!"
She issues a count of three, but I got a little too anxious and started running on two and a half. I could hear the popping of shots, but there was no time to see if Santana had followed behind or not. At the end of the hall I ducked down into another cubical with a rather large window next to it. Thankfully Santana was right on my tail providing cover fire.
"Can you swim?" She barked at me as she ducked down to hide from a volley of bullets.
"Uh—kinda." I say not exactly sure where this line of questions is going.
"Good enough." I watched as she stood and send several shots back down the hall before turning and shooting the window out. I covered my head from the spray of glass, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Santana tossed her gun away and took my hand. I looked up into her big warm chocolate eyes, searching for an answer to a question I couldn't quite form. Somewhere during all the chaos that swarmed around us, the woman I had known returned to those eyes. I felt safe, as though god had sent me my guardian angel to protect me from harm.
She yanked me toward the open window. There was no time for doubts or second guessing. Without even having to ask I put all my faith into her hands, blindly. It took only two large strides before we were propelled out the large office window into the night air. I don't remember screaming or being frightened, the only thing my mind could see were our hands locked together as we plunged down into the depths of the ocean.
I couldn't tell you how I survived. The sudden rush of water knocked the wind out of me, rendering me unconscious. When I woke I found my self staring up at the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life.
"Where am I?" croaked feeling a sudden tightness in my chest.
"You're aboard the Serenity. Try not to move. That jump took a lot out of you." Santana said brushing my blonde hair back away from my face.
"How did you know we'd make it." I struggled to say.
A wild smile tore across her lips.
"I didn't."
I closed my eyes and groaned in pain.
"Shhh. Go back to sleep. We'll talk more when you're better." She cooed quietly. My eyes flickered open as she popped a small pill into her mouth before leaning over to kiss me sweetly once more. I struggled to fight the effects of whatever it was she had given me, but it was hopeless. It took only moments before I was gone, off on another adventure in a distant dream world. However, I didn't care so long as she was right there next to me.
A/N-Ugh! I have no business starting a new fic with all the chapters I have to still write for my other stories, but this one has bugged me like crazy. It's been begging me to write it and not letting me work on anything else. I'm not sure how long updates will take on this story so there could be a wait. Let me know what you think about the POV. I've never written like this before. It was hard and idk if I like it.
I really hope you all enjoyed the chapter though!