Thief
It was one of /those/ nights. When you're just angry enough to fuck me into submission and stay for a few minutes while I gasp for breath. But then you leave, you leave me a gasping, quivering mess. I'm exposed, my body is naked, you don't even cover me with a sheet. You kiss my chest and you get up with that scared look in your eye, grab something from my closet and leave.
I've actually tried to flirt lately you know? With Quinn or Finn or someone, just so you'll feel that angry, that possessiveness... So you'll make love to me.
I need you so badly, and I know you don't want me back... So I stay quiet and I cry myself to sleep after you leave because all I need you to do is hold me. Hold my sweating, pulsing, tired body and press against me, press your naked body against me, be open and loving and fall asleep with me.
My center beats, my head spins, my muscles ache, I need you so badly and you need me to. No matter what you lie, you need me Santana, you need me, you always have.
I heard you when you told me you loved me, right before I fell unconscious a few weeks ago, and I know this fact would terrify you and you'd stop seeing me, maybe for a few weeks if you're strong enough but then one day, and I'll be waiting, you'll grab my collar and pull me into the janitor's closet that isn't needed at that school anymore and make me stumble and get paint on my legs as you push me. Maybe you'd yell about me confusing you like you did that first time you filled me with your fingers. Or you'd start to cry and flip me when I try to comfort you, not letting me see how your body relaxes when you feel me.
But you'll come back to me Santana.
I've stolen you, I know I have. You know you don't belong with anyone but me. And you'll realize it some day.
But for now, I'll wait.
I'll wait and I'll settle and I'll give you my body. You've stolen it and now I can barely feel when someone else touches it, even myself.
Santana Lopez you're mine just as much as I'm yours.