For Just Being You
Chapter 3
It's been a week since our toy arrived and I can honestly say it's one of the best investments I've ever made. I love being with her in such an intimate way, but who am I kidding I like anything that involves Santana, sex or otherwise.
It's nearly 2:00am on Sunday morning, but I can't sleep. Instead I've been lying in bed daydreaming about a certain beautiful Latina, which I find myself doing often.
At first they're innocent, filled with her cute smile and the feeling of her snuggled up to me; it makes my heart jump a little. But as time passes my daydreams turn naughty, but can you blame me? Visions of her sexy body fill my mind, her plump lips, full breasts and glistening center.
I feel my body heat up; suddenly I'm desperate for her, thankfully she should be home from work soon. As I lay there my mind starts to race with all of the possibilities when a brilliant idea strikes me.
It's about 30 minutes later when I hear the front door slam with a thud and her muttering Spanish curses under her breath.
She's definitely irritated about something but I don't really care because she'll forget about it soon. Her heels click across the floor as she approaches and I swallow hard, I've never done anything like this before so I'm nervous.
The beautiful Latina pushes open the curtain that conceals our now shared room and her eyes instantly find me.
She stops muttering, mouth hanging open as her eyes rake over my barely covered body, she licks her lips. When she finally meets my eyes I see they're dark with desire.
"Why don't you have a seat sexy lady? Let me help you relax after such a long night at work." I send her a wink and motion to the chair in the center of the room. I hear her breath hitch a little.
"Oh, and baby? Why don't you take off those clothes, they look pretty uncomfortable." She strips quickly, shedding her heels, skirt, shirt and jacket, leaving her in a dark blue lace bra and dark blue panties with polka dots.
When she takes a seat I move over to the nightstand and click play on my iPod. Music fills the room; I spin around slowly walking toward Santana who can't keep her eyes off of me.
I have a black sparkly bowler hat on, my hair falling in sexy curls down my shoulders. A red silk corset that shows my breasts spilling out was fastened tightly around my upper body. My legs were bare, my ass only covered by a tiny pair of cheeky black lace boyshorts. The look was completed with 6 inch black stilettos.
When I'm just a few feet in front of her I start to sing the words, sensually running my hands over my body.
It's a cold and crazy world that's ragin' outside
Well baby me and all my girls are bringin' on the fire
Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest
It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's Burlesque
She gasps when she realizes I'm performing for her. I roll my hips to the music, letting if flow through me.
E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex
Ladies no regrets
E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex
Ladies no regrets
I step a little closer, running my fingers seductively up her stomach and chest. She tries to reach for me but I move quickly, flipping myself around so my ass is facing her.
Been holding back for quite some time and finally the moment's right
I love to make the people stare
They know I got that certain savoir-faire
I spread my legs, bending over seductively. When I shake my ass at her I hear her moan out my name.
Fasten up
Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch?
Step into the fantasy
You'll never want to leave, baby that's guaranteed… Why?
Slowly I stand back up and move toward her, straddling her lap, her hands fly to my waist gripping tightly. I continue to sing the words, using my sexy voice while grinding myself into her. Without breaking the rhythm I toss the hat aside and sensually run my fingers through my hair.
It's a passion, an emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque.
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque
All ladies confident, flaunt it, girls throw it up if you want it
Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque.
As I grind Santana's lips try to find my neck but I pull away and shake my finger at her. She pouts but it fades rapidly when I unsnap the corset and slide if off, leaving my breasts exposed to her.
Le le le le le le le
Burlesque
Le le le le le le le
Burlesque
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I just smirk and continue dancing, dropping low to the floor and crawling towards her.
I tease 'em 'til they're on the edge
They scream and moan for more and more they beg.
I know it's me they come to see
My pleasure brings them to their knees
I meet her eyes and slide up her body, moving to sit in her lap with my back against her chest.
Fasten up
Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch?
Step into the fantasy
You'll never want to leave, baby that's guaranteed… Why?
My hips rock into her, my ass moving in circles against her panty covered center. I can feel her wetness and I smile into the lyrics. Her teeth nip at my neck but I don't miss a beat.
It's a passion, an emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque
All ladies, confident, flaunt it, boys throw it up if you want it
Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque.
Without warning I turn around and unsnap her bra, tossing it to the floor and palm her perfect mounds, rolling her hard nipples.
Le le le le le lele
Burlesque
Le le le le le le le
Burlesque
Santana throws her head back and lets out a moan. I take this moment to pull away and stand up, my ass facing her again. She groans out in frustration, but it turns into a moan when she sees my thumbs hook in my panties and drag them teasingly down my legs.
It's a passion, an emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque
All ladies confident, flaunt it, boys throw it up if you want it
Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque.
Burlesque.
When I sing out the last note, I'm standing in front of her, wearing six inch heels and a smile.
She tries to stand up but I push her back down.
"Not yet." I leave the room and hurry to the bathroom, swaying my naked hips with extra emphasis.
When I return she's still sitting obediently in the chair which makes me smile. I saunter over to her holding the harness out to her.
"I want you to fuck me." Her eyes get impossibly darker, her expression hungry.
In no time she's naked except for the strap on, sitting in the chair with me straddling her lap.
Her lips are on mine and the kiss is demanding. Tongues and teeth clash in the heat of the moment, both of us absolutely desperate for the other.
I nip at her bottom lip and she moans into me. Her hands are tracing my sides, mine tangled in her hair.
"I want you. I need you" she whispers. The words are husky and sexy, but there is something else behind them too, a softness that I've only seen when we're alone. Seeing that side of her is the most beautiful thing in world, it's the very reason I can't help but question if this is more than just sex.
Our kiss resumes but it slower and softer, our lips molding together easily. I caress her face, her arms cradle my waist and we breathe together.
She pulls away and moves a strand of hair from my face. I see so much in her eyes and it fuels my fire. Carefully I move so the tip of the strap-on is at my entrance. Slowly pushing myself down onto it, her name falls from my lips.
Santana holds me tight and starts to thrust up into me softly. Our lips find each other again and the kiss is so passionate it feels like I'll burn up.
Her movements start to speed up, we move together, both of us crying out in pleasure as she fills me and the strap on rubs against her clit.
"Ohhh San… more please. Harder." Her teeth find my neck, traveling upward with little love bites.
"You feel so good baby, so tight. I love being inside you." She whispers into my ear.
"I'm close… please come with me." I cry out.
We speed up, both of us panting, moaning and covered in sweat. It only takes a few more thrusts and we both explode with a cry of the other's name.
When we finally come down from our climaxes she kisses me lazily.
"Best night ever." Her eyes are shining and I smile.
"I was kind of hoping you'd like it, I wanted to make it perfect."
"It was." We kiss once more before I stand, the strap on sliding out of me. I notice the cum dripping down my thighs and she must too because she runs her fingers over the skin to collect it.
Santana brings the soaked digits to her mouth and licks hungrily, like she hasn't eaten in days.
"Baby!" I whine to her. As much as I'd love to go another round, it's nearly four in the morning and I'm exhausted.
She chuckles, "Tomorrow?"
"Always."
After we brush our teeth and wash our faces, we move into the bed together, Santana spooning me as our naked bodies caress each other.
She lets out a content sigh and I smile.
"Baby?" I ask into the darkness. She hums in acknowledgement.
"When you came in tonight you were muttered about something, but I never got to ask what happened…" I trailed off letting her infer my question.
"Just stupid perverts." She scoffs. "I like working at Coyote Ugly, I really do, it's a pretty easy job and I make great tips, I just get sick of it sometimes. Guys are always hitting on me, trying to grope me, which is annoying but I can almost handle that since I can always rebuff with the 'I'm a lesbian' line. But then there are nights when girls hit on me, and it's a lot harder because they don't usually take the hint, especially if they know I'm gay. It just gets frustrating."
I let the words sink in. I want so badly to ask why, why doesn't she want girls hitting on her? But before I can decide if I have the courage, she answers.
"You're wondering why." It's a statement not a question.
"Sometimes it's because they aren't attractive, sometimes they are weird butch girls, SOOO not my thing. But even if they're cute I don't want them hitting on me, trying to get me to go home with them. I'm not looking for a girl. I don't need too."
She finishes her statement, but I want more. My mind works a million miles a minute trying to figure out the meaning behind her words. But instead of prying, I just wiggle closer to her and she tightens her grip automatically.
"That makes sense, if you ever need to talk about it I'm here to listen, that goes for anything you know. And if those slutty girls don't leave you alone I will march down there and go all Lima Heights!"
I say in my best imitation of her. She laughs at this.
"Thank you."
We lay in silence, and it doesn't take long for both of us to drift off. But before I am fully asleep I feel her kiss my head and squeeze me.
"Thank you, for tonight, for being here for me, for listening… For just being you." Her last words are barely a whisper but they melt my heart. In seconds I'm fast asleep, safe in her arms.
Sunlight streams in through the open window and hits my face. My eyes open slowly as I take in the room around me. Clothes are spread all over the floor, our strap-on is on the nightstand and Santana is curled up into me, black hair slayed on my naked chest.
A smile instantly forms on my lips because she's so beautiful, but as I study her it fades. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she has a slight frown on her lips. She looks scared, and it tugs at my heart strings.
Carefully I brush the hair off her face and kiss her forehead gently. She doesn't wake but her features soften.
Lying here, holding her I can't help but wonder if we could be something more. I've been thinking about it for a while, but last night, her words, I can't help but hope.
Sure I've always been with boys, always considered myself straight, but something about Santana just makes me feel so wonderful.
She stirs in my arms, snuggling closer. A single tear slides down my cheek because it's this simple little action that breaks me. Who am I kidding? I know I feel more for her, know that I want to be more than we are now.
Surprisingly it doesn't scare me the way it should. Sure I'm nervous that she doesn't want the same thing but I can't help the overwhelming feeling of hope when I replay her words from last night. 'I'm not looking for a girl. I don't need too.'
Just then I see the curtain pulled to the side.
"Good morning!" Kurt practically yells out. I shoot him a look and bring my finger to my lips in a 'Shhhh' motion before pointing to the Latina in my arms.
His eyes widen when he realizes that we're entangled together, obviously naked. His eyes dart around the room, seeing for the first time the clothes everywhere and the strap on that's on the nightstand.
I see him putting it together in his head. Our eyes meet again and he mouths 'OH MY GOD!'
"Go start some coffee, I'll be out in a minute." I tell him in a quiet voice. He just nods and walks away.
I shake my head at him before gently sliding out of bed, making sure to not jostle the angel in my bed. A huge smile spreads across my face as I look at her sleeping form.
Throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt I give her a quick kiss and head for the kitchen to face Kurt.
He is sitting at the counter, one cup in front of him the other placed in front of the chair next to him.
I take a seat and sip the coffee gratefully. He just eyes me for a few seconds before speaking.
"So start at the beginning." He says dramatically before adding. "I mean I knew you guys had gotten close, but I guess I didn't realize how close." I roll my eyes.
"Well do you remember the night we watched Mamma Mia?" I asked gingerly.
"Of course, I left you two out there to talk. That was the first time you guys actually looked like you liked each other." He answers before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Well that was the first time that we… well you know. It just kind of happened, and has kind of been happening ever since…" I trailed off letting that soak in.
"Wow." He says in amazement. "Wait it's been almost two months!?" He exclaims. I just nod.
We sit there for a few seconds, before he yelps.
"Oh my god it makes so much sense now!" His eyes are wide, like he is finally seeing the truth.
"You and her, that's why you're always together, why she moved into you room, why you're both constantly smiling!" He says with conviction and admiration.
"Yes." I tell him with a small smile.
"So are you two like dating?" His tone sounds confused.
I shake my head. "We're just kind of umm friends with benefits I guess." My expression must be grim because his eyes get huge again, and then narrow suspiciously.
"But you want to, don't you?"
For a moment I consider lying to him, but I know it's no use so I nod.
"Does she not want too?" He asks, trying to understand.
"I don't know. I mean we haven't really talked about it, we talk about everything, just not that. But sometimes I wonder if she wants it too. She's just so different than I ever realized, she's sweet and kind and innocent and adorable. But she's also so fierce and sexy and just amazing." I sigh because I know I'm rambling. Kurt just smiles.
"Things are hot between us, I won't lie, but it feels like more than that. Gentle touches, soft kisses and caresses. We hold each other every night, cuddling, and last night..." I take a breath and explain to Kurt what Santana told me about her job, and her words before I fell asleep.
"Rach I think you need to tell her. You need to take the chance because if you don't you'll regret it." He says confidently.
"But what if she doesn't want the same thing and I ruin what we have?" I tell him miserably.
"From what you've said, I don't think that's the case. Just be honest, and I'm sure it'll work out… One piece of advice though… if you guys do date, watch out for Brittany because even though she's with Sam she's not going to be happy when she finds out. "
I let his words sink in, and I know he is right. About both things.
"You're right. I'll tell her… and by the way, I'm not scared of Brittany. I don't care if she's mad. I don't even care if she wants her back because she's mine." He grins at me and nudges me playfully.
We sit in comfortable silence drinking our coffee. I notice that it's only 10am and sigh, Santana probably won't be up for a few more hours.
That's when I hear my name.
"Rach…" Her voice is hoarse with sleep but somehow she still manages to sound adorable.
I turn around, surprised that she's awake.
She's standing there in one of my NYADA t-shirts that barely covers her lady parts, but thankfully Kurt won't be drooling since I don't much like to share.
Her hair is in a messy bun and she has an adorable pout on her face. I meet her eyes, which are still sleepy and smile.
"I woke up and you were gone… I thought…" Her voice trails off, and I can hear the sadness there even though she's trying to be tough.
"Baby, come here. I just came out to have a cup of coffee with Kurt." She walks over to me and I pull her to sit in my lap. She snuggles into my shoulder and kisses my neck. My arms are instantly around her waist and I feel my heart speed up.
"AWE! Look at your two! Who know Santana Lopez was such a softy." Kurt says with a coo.
Instantly Santana sits up in my lap and puts on her best HBIC glare.
"Shut it Porcelain!" I kiss her cheek and she snuggles back into me sleepily.
"Well I guess I'm going to head out, Adam is meeting me for breakfast at that new pancake place."
He moves to hug me but Santana lets out a noise that's almost a growl. He raises his eyebrows questioningly, I just shrug. Apparently I'm not the only possessive one.
Kurt walks to the door but before he leaves he turns and gives me a wink before mouthing 'She is totally into you.'
Once he's gone I pull her face up and kiss her, long and sweet.
"We should go out tonight, for dinner?" I suggest casually when we break apart.
The sleepy look is gone from her face; instead she looks at me quizzically, giving me a small smirk.
"I mean, we don't have too. I just thought it would be nice and I want to take you out because you deserve that. I want you to know that you are more than just a casual hookup. But if you don't wan…"
She cuts me off with a kiss before I can embarrass myself further.
"Are you asking me on a date?" Santana asks with a raised eyebrow.
I nod and look down at the floor, my arms going slack around her waist, expecting the worst. She pulls my chin up and kisses my nose.
"I'd love to go on a date with you."
