Creep (TLC)
I reach up to touch his face, feeling the stubble from yet another long night with his boys and I smile...even if that red mark on his neck is telling me that he wasn't quite faithful to me.
"Have a good day, try to stay out of trouble." I say as I linger in the doorway.
"Of course, Q, the only trouble I'm interested in involves you screaming so loud that they hear you back at home." He says, with a sly smirk.
Sex is all that we have going for us at this point...nothing more.
I've fooled myself into believing that he loves me because at the end of the day, it's all that I really want.
I just want love, which at this point, I'll take in any shape or form.
If I was truthful with myself, I'd admit that Noah Puckerman is the closest I will ever come to having her.
"Make spaghetti tonight." He demands, rather matter of fact, instead of asking.
But I just nod, feeling myself slipping more and more.
Why the hell was I even here?
He's a soldier, that's what everyone is always telling me, he defends this country and works hard.
So logically, I'm supposed to be okay with just being his little Air Force wife (girlfriend) even though I have a degree from Yale and countless job offers that I could be taking.
When Noah asked me to move to base with him, so that we could work on building our relationship before he could even entertain the idea of putting a fucking ring on my finger...I jumped at the chance.
Even if I was ashamed of just how low it was to throw my life away on a chance at a real relationship.
Frustrated with too much silent time and too much thought of that hickey I saw forming on his neck, I decided that it was time to at least give myself some kind of sunshine in the dreariness that is being committed to Noah Puckerman.
"Yo!" She said, without even looking up but I just remained silent as I watched her because even the act of her casually moisturizing her legs set something off inside of me.
A robe covered the rest of her as she paid attention to those beautiful legs of hers, gorgeous legs that she loved to show off so damned much...I was staring and she was smirking.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked as I tried to get my staring under control.
She kept smirking and then tilted her head to look at me.
"Is that a washing machine that I hear, Q? Are you washing his shit stained boxers again?"
"Among everything else that he left on the bathroom floor this morning." I sighed.
"Was he out again late last night?" She asked, showing some concern as she put her legs down and reached absently for her wedding ring, screwing it onto her finger without even a second thought.
It stung but I wasn't even going to let myself go there.
"Came in at sunrise, showered, ate breakfast and left for drill."
"How the hell can you keep living like that Q? Don't you want better?"
"Don't start with me Santana, that's not why I called you." I said as I blew a curl out of my face only to have it fall right back down.
"Then why did you call?"
"Where's Britt?"
She shrugged, looked back at the nightstand and then smiled at me before licking her lips.
"Out playing...you know how it goes, open marriage, closed lips. She does her thing, I do mine and we don't share the details."
"How do you know she's being safe?"
"She knows the deal, Q. No glove, no love. Also, we get tested together every few months."
"How do YOU live like that, don't you want better?"
Her smirk fell away and she gave me a look that I hadn't seen in way too long. A look that told me that the open marriage wasn't quite her idea but she was choosing to live with it.
"If I'm being real, what I want is to be fucking you right under Puckerman's nose, reminding you of just why you shouldn't BE with him."
"What difference will that even make? At the end of the day...you go back to her and I'm stuck here with him."
"He's your pom-poms, Q."
"What?" I asked as the buzzer went off on the dryer. "Hold on a sec." I put my phone against the wall, so I could still see her as I emptied the dryer and switched the clothes from the washer over.
"Have you been doing squats?" She asked in surprise.
I looked back at her and could see that she looked like a dog in heat as she stared at my ass.
So I wiggled it and winked at her.
"I have been actually...thanks for noticing."
I haven't left base since I moved in, even though it's so close to the city...so close to a glimpse of freedom. I'd moved in six months ago and hadn't looked back...or really left, partly because I think that I'll never come back and partly because I know that I'd be headed straight to her.
And so I do something previously unthinkable...because I was trying like hell to commit to this thing with Noah but at this point, I'm thinking that I deserve more than this...so I say it.
And I mean it...and she doesn't even hesitate.
"Come fuck me, Santana...remind of why I shouldn't be here."
"How long will he be gone?"
"All day."
"What if someone tells him I was there?"
"So what if they do, you're a friend. He won't know and probably won't even care...please come?"
She hesitated for a long moment and then pulled the ring off her finger and put it on the nightstand.
It was apparently their signal to each other that they were off doing something because I noticed that she was putting her ring next to it's match...Brittany's ring.
Any guilt I had for suggesting this, left me right in that moment.
I felt absolved.
He's cheating on me, I know it and I have a feeling that he even knows that I know about it and doesn't give a shit.
So why should I?
She was on me, the moment she got into the house.
That lotion she had been putting on smelled of coconuts and cinnamon with a smell that was uniquely hers blended with it. It was like heaven.
I crashed my lips into hers and she gripped my ass.
A chuckle left her throat as I continued to kiss her.
"Fuck me." I said to her as I pulled my face away.
She spun me around and pressed me back against the door.
"Is that what you want, Q? Me to fuck you like you need to be fucked? Hmm?"
"God, yes!"
A/N: This plot bunny has been distracting me from finishing Too Long A Martyr. Don't even know what it is. Probably nothing major...a two shot...maybe.
