A/N: Okay, so here's the second chapter. I'm almost sure that it's going to have 16 chapters. Hope you enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own.


Her eyes, they tell me what I need to know
Your touch tells me where I need to go
My lead will make you wanna get so close
Well, I like to dance
So if you do just get on the floor
Forget the romance
Hot Chelle Rae, I Like to Dance

But she sees him again, a week after what happened. She's gone to that club because Brittany had to study with Artie.
She's wearing a skin tight dress that barely covers her toned thighs, and she's dancing. She hasn't had enough drinks to be drunk, but she's intoxicated by the feel of so much skin pressing against hers.
When he sees her grinding against other bodies, he feels need coursing through his veins.
After what happened at Dalton's, he longed for the softness of her curves and the sound of her moans.
So he makes his way towards her from behind, and puts his arms around her waist loosely. She turns to see who's touching her, and when she catches a glimpse of his face, she tries to free himself of his grip, but he tightens his arms against her and trails his nose down her neck, his fresh breath making her itching for more closure.
Then his lips are on her bare skin and she gasps, because the feeling is just what turns her on.
He inhales and he catches the scent that lingered on him after they had sex for the first time.
He bites down on her skin.
He takes her against a wall, and it's not rough and fast, it's languorous, and they both taste like smoke.
They're a bit tipsy, but they remember it clearly in the morning, the way their bodies rolled together and the slightest touch could set their skin on fire.
Santana promises to herself that it'll be the last time.
Sebastian promises himself that it's just the beginning.


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