Charlie had never really had a problem with someone wanting to getting into her pants, men, women. Generally, the go ahead was all they needed for the foreplay to begin, but one Uber Ride later, and she was beginning to think that this night was going to be wasted. By now someone would have their tongue down her throat, and their hands cupping her rather perky breasts. Santana on the other hand was currently sitting as far away from her as she possibly could in the back seat of the car. She crosses her legs slightly. "You know I really don't care if you spin a tale for your friend."
"What?"
"You can tell her we had sex if you want." Charlie explains as she opens her phone again hoping that this night wasn't a total wash. She pulls her eyes away from her screen and looks at Santana when she can feel her stiffen. It takes her a moment to piece it together Santana's rather visceral reaction. There was an almost resignation on her face and for a moment Charlie felt bad, even though she was the victim in all of this. She was the one who had been stabbed, she hadn't gotten a sucker and there clearly wasn't going to be any sex. She wasn't a therapist either and it seemed Santana needed some. "I meant what I said at that hipster bar. But if you're not feeling it then it's fine. I'm not upset, I mean I am. I am having the worst luck in getting laid."
There was a silence in the car for a moment, and she's certain that the conversation is over, so she goes back to flicking through Tinder.
"It's been awhile." Charlie flicks her eyes towards Santana, who is now staring out the window. "Nearly eight years."
At this Charlie physically recoiled, she couldn't go a couple of days without someone in her bed. How could anyone survive eight long years without having sex. "Jesus," she muttered. Now she felt bad for the doctor. "No wonder your friend basically shoved you at me." She's quiet for a moment and glances downward, "Does it still work?"
Santana turned to her blinking it surprise, "What?"
"I mean, I'm not a doctor but isn't it like a muscle, use it or lose it?" Charlie asked seriously.
"As a doctor, I can assure you that's not how it works," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. She glances at the hotel, as their Uber stopped and she watches as Charlie pulls out her phone and makes sure to tip the man as she exits the car. It takes her a moment before she opens the door and gets out of the car.
Charlie tilts her head towards Santana for a moment who looked absolutely nervous and she sighs, even as she heads towards the front desk and pulls out her credit card. Normally she knew better than to leave a trail, but she was hungry and wanted room service. "Whichever has the biggest bed," Charlie said with a shrug as she turns back to look at Santana. Hopefully the room had a couch. She grabs the key card and immediately heads to the elevator. She should probably do something before this night was an absolute bust, but she wasn't used to touching people who looked like they were about to bolt from her. As she steps into the elevator and hits the button to their floor, she looks at Santana. "You don't mind if I order room service, do you? I'm hungry."
"Yeah, sure do whatever you want," Santana said slowly, as the elevator's door open and she steps out quickly.
Charlie glances at the number on the key card and follows the signs till she spots their room. Using the key card, she enters and takes a look around, it was a nice suite. Certainly, worth a night of fun, if they even got to that point. She kicks off her boots and turns to look at Santana, studying her for a moment waiting for her to say or do something that let her know that she was into this. She moves to take off her leather jacket and winces as she feels the burning tight sensation in her arm.
"Are you in pain?" Santana asks, her tone finally even as she approaches Charlie slowly. Her training kicking in, as she helps Charlie remove her jacket and looks at the stitches that she had given earlier that day and gently touches the area around it, maybe she had made them too tight. "You should have let me put a numbing agent on it," she says, flicking her eyes up at Charlie. "At least take a Tylenol or something."
"Or I could have sex, which is the reason we're in this hotel. It's a very nice hotel, and I want to have sex with you, but you're going to need to give me something that let's me that this is okay. That you're okay and you at least know what you're doing in the bedroom, because I'm not feeling this at all." Charlie said, her tone finally showing how exasperated she was by the lack of action. "Look, you've clearly got some hang-ups about your body, maybe people treated you like crap because your body is different—I don't know, I don't care. But I am here, in a hotel with you, right now because I want to have sex with you because I think you're attractive. The only reason I'm not trying to kiss you or touch you is because you seem like you'd rather be anywhere else than here."
Santana made a face, her cheeks flushing. "I know, but I'm not this person. I just don't hop into bed with someone I just met—let alone someone I fixed up. And sure, you're attracted to me without my clothes on, not the first, but when you see it—" Santana trails off. If it had just been one person, she would have chalked it up to that person being a jackass. But it had happened a few times, now she didn't even have to take off her clothes.
Charlie turned to room, it was already dark outside, sure the city lights would illuminate enough but it wasn't like they'd be having sex with the lights on, which might give Santana some comfort. Still, suggesting that might offend Santana. "I was going to wrap my lips around it at some point during the night" Charlie said flatly. "Well that was the plan anyway," Charlie said heading to the minibar and opening it. She crinkles her nose when she doesn't see anything she likes and decides to order from room service, and grabs the menu which is placed beside the phone.
"You don't really know anything about me—"
"You work for my father, which means you probably asked him for money, probably to deal with the obscene cost of schooling. I imagine a deal was struck where you work for him, and he takes a cut of your earnings or something. I don't really know, I honestly don't care. It's an old story, and has nothing to do with either one of us getting naked." Charlie checked the menu, and smiles they had kitchen services all night. She turns to look at Santana who still seemed to be stuck in her own head. So, she picks up the phone and calls for room service. "Hey, I'm in room 616, I'd like a bacon cheeseburger extra bacon, fries, three coke zeros, a bottle of water, and the brownie explosion, with like caramel and chocolate sauce on the vanilla ice cream. Just add it to my account at the front desk. Thanks." Charlie said before hanging up the phone.
It was a lot of food and Santana couldn't help but stare at Charlie frowning slightly. "Did you just order for me?"
Charlie looked at her, like she had grown another head. Like hell she would share her food with someone who wasn't getting naked with her. She didn't even like to share her food with people who did get naked for her. "Santana, the way I see it, we're about to have sex and I'll need sustenance to get me through the night. Or you're going to be wracked with indecision in which case consider all this food that I'm ordering to be comfort food. Feel free to order whatever you want, but if you're not getting naked with me then you can't steal my fries. So, we're clear, if you try, I will stab you with a fork." With that Charlie moved to the couch and sat down. She frowns at the burning sensation in her arm again and tries to rotate it but that only causes more pain.
"You really shouldn't be moving it like that, you could totally rip open the stitches, thus ruining my work on your arm," Santana said moving towards Charlie and gently putting her hand on Charlie's arm.
Charlie looks at Santana's hands on hers and sighs, she totally wasn't getting laid tonight. Which was disappointing. "Favorite color? Mine is purple."
Santana frowns and looks at Charlie, surprise on her features. She hesitates for a moment, before finally deciding to take a seat beside Charlie on the couch. "Red—what are you doing?"
"I am attempting to make you feel comfortable, with small talk," Charlie replied. She tilts her head. "I am not very good at small talk. But you're clearly nervous, thinking I'm going to murder you or some shit—"
"Have you?"
"Have I?" Charlie pressed.
"Killed someone?" Santana winces when Charlie gives her a look.
"Are you asking me this because of my last name?" Charlie asks before shrugging her shoulder and wincing.
"I know you didn't fall, it looks like a stab wound," Santana said pointing at Charlie. "It was deep, and there was a lot of blood—excuse me for thinking you're some sort of gangster."
Charlie looked at her arm and then at Santana before snorting. "I got into a bar fight. I may or may not have slept with some dude's girlfriend, and I may or may not have called him a pencil dick to his face. He stabbed me, I kicked him in the balls, and walked away." Charlie waved her good arm around.
"So, you've never done anything illegal?" Santana presses she found it hard to believe, and just as soon as the words were out of her mouth Charlie was in her personal space, she hadn't even blinked. Suddenly Charlie's hands were on her body, touching her. A small groan escapes her lips when Charlie's hand cups her, but just as soon as she does, it's over and Charlie's sitting back down.
"Of course, I have, I was a teenager who got bored easily. Underage drinking, some light recreational drugs before it was legal. I may or may not have stolen my brother's car at some point in time. I may or may not have driven that car into a pool, to make a point," Charlie grins at the memory. "But I mean, other than that I was an absolute angel."
Santana blinked, and looked at Charlie who had a pleased look on her face. "You drove your brother's car into a pool?"
"Allegedly, there is absolutely no proof that I did anything."
Santana nods at this, and visibly relaxed a bit. "But if you had done it, hypothetically of course, was there a reason for it?"
Charlie shrugged, "Hypothetically, he probably snitched to my dad about something I didn't want him to know. And since at the time he was the starting quarterback and now had like a good sixty pounds on me, I did the next best thing then attempting to give him stitches."
"Drove his car into a pool."
"Allegedly. I was with my mom all day that day, so clearly it wasn't me." Charlie smirked, she had never seen her dad so pissed, everyone had known she had done it. No one quite knew how she had managed to get it down with a rock-solid alibi.
"Then how did you—" Santana turns when there is a sharp knock on the door and she watches as Charlie practically leaps from the couch, grabbing her coat and pulling out her wallet as she opens the door.
"Can you put it down on the coffee table please, I don't want to spill anything," Charlie said pointing to her shoulder. She pulls out some cash and hands it to the guy once he finishes and closes the door behind him.
"You're not actually going to eat all that are you?" Santana asks, the brownie was massive and it had like two huge scoops of ice cream not to mention it was slathered in chocolate and caramel sauce. That alone looked like it could be the healthy number of calories for a day, for a normal person. She didn't even want to lift the plate cover.
"Yes Santana, I'm going to eat all of it, starting with the brownie," Charlie shook her head, tossing her the remote. "You can choose what we watch."
Santana bites her lip, "I was supposed to be watching The Crown," when Charlie doesn't protest and instead focuses on placing the napkin on her lap, she uses the Hotel's smart television to log into her Netflix account and finds The Crown and starts it.
"They have popcorn in the minibar," Charlie said her mouth filled with chocolate brownie.
Santana looks over at Charlie whose cheeks were filled with food and snorts at how ridiculous she looks before getting up to do just that.
