Hi there!
I just wanted to point out that this story goes in bits and pieces, so the chapters are going to range very so in length. Some may be insanely short, some extremely long, then some perfectly in the middle.
I really hope you like it, regardless and all of what lengths they may be! (I will typically be posting a few chapters at a time if they are short)
Thanks for reading in advance, K
"San, trust me."
That was all it took. Those three simple words and her lips were reattached to his. Soon after, her nails clawed into his back. His lips peppered short kisses along her neck as her body arched, the quick whisper of,"I love you," sending her to bliss.
That was the moment they truly knew it was more than just sex. They hadn't just fucked, or banged, or any other ridiculous term Puck used when Santana tried to explain their agreement. They had just made love.
The next thing they knew, she replied it right back to him. Silence peacefully clouded the air, and they just sat staring. She counted the specks of yellow in his eyes-which was fourteen if she didn't count the bit that was leaning more in the direction of lime, rather than lemon. He examined every feature of her face, his breath hitching at how undeniably beautiful she looked in that moment; no make up, messed hair, laying beside him in bed wearing nothing but a sheet as the sun burst from behind her.
Everything was perfect.