A/N: I know that I haven't updated "Things Changed", and for that, I apologize. But don't fret, I'm still building up the story and I hate to disappoint my readers, it will be more of their past and not the present. But here's another story that I have had in mind for so long (even before 'Things Changed') and I hope you'll like it all the same. Also, as you will discover, I am really a fan of Mike and Santana's relationship and I really ship them so please bear with the pairing. Just like 'Things change', this will be a story of love triangle but this time, there would be no definite pairing, I want the story to just go with the flow. But hey, I'm posting this as Quinntana fic right? So, yes. This will definitely focus on them but who knows what the ending would be? What would be the pairing for this fic? Quinntana, Miketana. But there may be some Faberry friendship!
-M-
Summary: They were strangers who met in Spain during their vacation, for different reasons. One needed to get away from a life full of lie and the other one was just being the spontaneous girl that she is. During their journey, they made two silent rules: 1) They will remain strangers, so one should not reveal her name; 2) they will never mention their life outside Spain, so they should focus on the promising trip and forget all their worries. What will happen if they finally have to leave and go their separate ways? What will happen if one learned that the other woman would be the counselor who was supposed to stop her from ruining her marriage?
-Q-
Madrid, Spain – 1 month ago
She had just landed hours ago in Madrid Spain, but now, Santana was already dripping with sweat. Just minutes out from her hotel building to look for authentic Spanish cuisine in town and not just some over-priced commercial dish in a hotel, Santana already regretted her decision and blamed her years of despise to hotel foods for making her walk under the scourging heat.
She was now eager to go back to her hotel until she saw a square full of people. A plaza, she thought and having been to several trips with her family, she knew that a crowded place only meant two things: food and shopping. So forgetting the trip back to Mirasierra, she walked, with her sun glasses and fedora hat on, towards the crowded plaza.
Not long after, Santana was sitting on one of the tables outside a restaurant and enjoying her cochinillo asado and red wine when she noticed a blonde woman staring at her from across the table. With her dark sun glasses and what seemed to be a map in Santana's hands, the blonde woman was oblivious that Santana was also staring back. She didn't know what came into her, but she can't help but blush under the eyes of the stranger who was ignoring the chattering of her companion. Afraid that the blonde woman will notice, Santana ducked her head and pretended to read the map which was upside down all the this time. She looked back to the table across her and saw the blonde woman giggling and still looking at her. She could feel that her blushing intensified and so she again averted the gaze of the woman and looked towards the other direction while she waited for her bill to arrive. It wasn't until a young waiter came with her bill when she forgot about the blonde across the table.
"All is paid, Señora," the waiter struggled with her English as he broke the news to the waiting tourist.
"Perdóneme? Qué dijo usted? (Excuse me? What did you say?) Santana asked with brows knitted in confusion while the waiter was secretly thankful that he won't be struggling with his English today.
"La señora ya pagó su cuenta," (The lady already paid your bill) the waiter answered pointing to the now empty table. "Lo siento. Pero había una señora que se sienta allí un rato. Ella ya le pagó el almuerzo, Señora," (Sorry. But there was a lady sitting there awhile ago. She already paid your lunch, Madam).
"Resulta usted conocerla? (Do you happen to know her?) She asked but the boy just gave her an apologetic look.
"Ella también quiso darle esto," (She also wanted to give you this), the waiter said as he slipped a piece of paper on her table. But before Santana could ask further questions, the boy excused himself to serve the other customers of the restaurant.
With a bewildered look, Santana picked up the piece of paper and read the note which was written in a very neat and beautiful handwriting.
"Esperanza esto podría servir de una apología del que miro fijamente. Yo no sabía que la señora española como usted podría sonrojarse tan con fuerza. Gracias por hacer Madrid hermosa." (Hope this could serve as an apology for my staring. I didn't know that Spanish lady like you could blush so hard. Thanks for making Madrid beautiful).
And boy, blush she did.
-S-
She was sitting on the edge of their bed. She had been on the same position for an hour now and she just cannot find any reason to move. He was sleeping on his side of the bed and the sun was yet to make its appearance but just like the other days, for the past month, Santana would instinctively wake up rather early – in the dawn, feeling lost and emptier each day.
"Babe?" a husky and sleepy voice broke her thought. "Are you okay?" But before she could answer, she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist and pajama clad legs sliding on both her side. Strong hands gently pushed her hair on the other side and wet lips started to graze across her bare shoulders.
"Uhm… Mike," she uttered in protest but it seemed that he had mistaken it as a moan so slowly, his hand which was once wrapping her waist hiked her silk lingerie and leisurely caressed her stomach until it reached the area just underneath her boobs. But instead of going under her bra, he slowly and gently caressed her toned abs, played with her navel, slipped his fingers under her panties and brush across her sex. He was taking his time. It had been awhile since they've been intimate to each other, mostly because Santana is either "too tired from work", "on her period" or whatever excuse that Mike seemed to buy. He is being gentle though. He knew that if he rushed into doing it then she may not like it and leave him dry and hanging for another day again – and he might not take it any longer. He wanted to give her the best pleasure he could offer – just like before, if he took his time then he could explore all her spots and find the way he knew best to arouse her and maybe, just maybe, she'll be interested again. They've known each other since they were kids, and they have been together since forever. Some called them high school sweetheart and now they're married for four years– but Mike knew better. For the past months, Santana seemed so detached and this worried him – a lot and he's afraid that he might just lose her.
He started to run his hand over the fold of her lips and then ran his middle finger over her slit. Santana, with eyes closed, started to feel tingles and responded with small moan, this time it is because of pleasure and this time it was real so it encouraged Mike to carry on. He then ran his finger back up the slit and created small circles around her clit which made Santana started to squirm around Mike's arms. His other hand slowly moved up her shoulders and slowly brought down the strap of her lingerie as he began to trail kisses on her caramel skin which would definitely leave marks in the morning. Feeling the need for leverage, Santana raised her arm and wrapped it around the back of Mike's neck and she adjusted her own to the side so that Mike could have more room to kiss and nip her shoulders and up her jaw line. "God, I miss this, babe." Mike couldn't help but whisper on her ears as he nipped her earlobes and it was obvious in his voice that he's way too aroused.
With Mike rubbing her clit, her breathing became heavier, quicker and sharper. Her body thrust upwards to meet his fingers and her other hand were gripping their sheets. Changing fingers, his thumb maintained pressure on her clit while he managed to slip a finger inside her. Mike missed this, he longed for this for quite a long time. It was one of the most sexual things that they have ever done for the past month ever since she came back from Spain and even before that: she was warm, hot, wet and smooth and he could never get enough of her. And even thought they have been doing this ever since they were sixteen, he will never stop wanting her.
She moaned even deeper and Mike knew that for whatever reason, he had to be doing something right this time. With Santana's heavy panting, he moved his thumb faster over her clit while slowing down with his fingering. The effect was an incoherent groan that was barely human. He then slowly rubbed her clit and sped up the fingering – the effect was a moaning of "Oh my god!" and different Spanish explicives with bucking of her hips to meet his fingers. Mike decided to go full steam ahead and both rub the clit as fast as he could and finger her with all the power he could muster – the effect was a deafening screaming and extreme panting as if Santana could not breathe. After years of "making love", Mike knew how to keep Santana on her toes, this give him hope, so he continued to give her a mixture of all the speeds at random times. Giving a great focus on her sex, he had lost all track of time, how long had either of them been going at it like this? The sun was starting to shine over their barely covered bodies and just like that, Santana started screaming more Spanish explicive words. With this, Mike started to pump his fingers harder and the arm that was formerly wrapping Santana's torso was now holding the back of her neck as he gave her the most languid kiss he could ever muster. She kept on moaning in between their wet kisses and Mike continued to give her pleasure.
"I'm coming!" She screamed out of the blue as she remove her lips from his and for the first time in months, he noticed that her panties were soaked to the core and this made him so turned on that he began to thrust behind her while rubbing her clitoris in a lightning pace. He knew that she was going to come and so was he, even without her touching him. Her muscles begin to clamp around his fingers in a death like vice, her body leaned forward taking in all that she could and they both gave a banshee wail and moan of pure ecstasy. He felt her juices come rushing out of her and coat his fingers in her slickness. At the same time that he felt all of her juices escape her sex, Mike felt himself let go of all the pressure between his legs.
They didn't move for quite awhile before they both collapsed on the bed. Mike's fingers stayed inside her while they were both coming down from their high. He started kissing her bare shoulders as she laid her head down his. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lips seemingly stopping herself from breaking down. Mike's breathing started to slow down and that's the only time he realized that Santana was shaking above her.
"Babe?" He softly uttered as he slowly removed her fingers inside her and wiped it with their white Egyptian cotton sheets. Santana didn't answer but Mike heard her sniff, accompanied by a shiver that rocked his body. Another shiver followed, until the mattress was quivering beneath them. Mike's nerves vibrated, wondering what to do to her crying wife. He really couldn't make himself do anything more than lay there and hugged her tight, silent and motionless – right then and there, he knew that something is definitely wrong. After a minute of quivering and sniffling, Mike twisted into her, curling around her body and sliding his arm over his waist, pulling her into the nook of his hips in desperation. Mike held her there, with his hand digging into her back and pressing Santana into him. Santana kept shaking as she pressed her nose into the nook of his neck, wiping her tears on his bare chest as she started to gasp, trying not to wail as she cried.
Mike is definitely worried. He never saw Santana in this state except when it was their first time in high school after Santana finally gave into her feelings for his best friend or when he surprised Santana in her Harvard apartment after months of being away from each other for the first time or when they made love after Mike asked her to move in with her in his new Upper east side apartment while she's doing her medical internship at New York-Presbyterian University Hospital while Mike is on his way as the youngest partner at Wachtell Lipton Rosen & Katz, or when he finally asked her to marry him four years ago. But unlike those events, something is undeniably different – this wasn't because of unexplainable pleasure that Santana felt after she reached her orgasm coupled with happiness she felt of current events happening in their lives. Definitely, there's nothing going on with their lives right now except for the fact that they are starting to drift apart. This is killing both of them, and Santana knew that it is all because of her and everything that happened in Spain a month ago. But for Mike's part, he can't stop but blame himself. He thought that this was all because of Santana's abortion and his absence at the time when she needed her most. But every time he try to talk to her about it, she would always let her guard up and assure him that everything was okay and she just needed a break. And so he gave him time and space, he gave her a ticket for a European trip to be away from all the pressure from her work, her family and even from him, which she gladly took and which he later on would regret.
Santana stopped from shaking and this served as Mike's signal to initiate a conversation. He gently wiped her wife's face with her thumb and noticed tears were still rolling. "What's wrong, Santana?" he softly asked and tilted her chin for him to have a greater view of his wife face and what he saw broke his heart. He always saw his wife and best friend as a strong and independent woman. She was the HBIC when they were in high school, she was the one who faced the wrath of Mike's father when he learned that he joined the school play and refused to quit glee club, she was the ruthless president of Harvard's most prestigious secret club and she was the legendary medusa amongst her interns and residents in New York-Presbyterian University Hospital but right now, as Mike looked at her, all she could see is the terrified little Hispanic girl who was clinging around his father's legs, seemingly afraid to go to her first day of class.
"I'm sorry," Santana whispered which was barely heard by Mike. "I'm so sorry, Mike." She said and started shaking again.
"It's okay," Mike said not really knowing why she's apologizing and not really knowing if they were really okay. He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to ask her, but he knew that his wife didn't need any probing right now. He knew that what his wife needed is his comforting words. "I'm here babe. You're here. And we will be okay from now on." He continued trying to convince, not only Santana, but also himself.
This seemed to calm Santana down until the shaking stopped. Mike continued staring at his wife until Santana looked up and meet his deep brown eyes. "I love you," he said and smiled. "I love you so much, Santana. Don't ever forger that," And before Santana could have another break down, Mike lifted her chin and closed the gap between their lips. And then their mouths are fused together in a passionate kiss as they channeled all their emotions towards each other. Mike's one hand started to clamp over the back of Santana's head, deepening the kiss and keeping her from breaking it, while his other hand grabbed her ass firmly. Santana threw her arms around him, clinging just as fiercely as he is to her. She bit his lip as he tried to pull back, hard enough to taste a little blood, and his eyes flash. "Oh God," Mike moaned. She bit him again, and a growl escapes him. He missed s this. He missed this side of her wife and just when he was satisfied of giving her pleasure, Santana surprised her by asking what he thought would need a marriage counselor for them to do so.
Santana broke their kiss and started to stroke Mike's perfectly chiseled cheeks. She then looked at him with pleading eyes and with soft and broken voice, she asked, "Make love to me".
-SMQ-
So, how did you find it? Sorry, I hope you like Miketana as much as I do. : )