A/N- Who missed me?! I know I've been MIA for a while and I'm very sorry for that. Life really took a nose dive there and things were tough. But because of all of you sending me PM's and reviews, I was able to fight through it all and get some writing done. So thank you all so much. Let's hope things start to turn around for the good and I can finally focus on what makes me happy, like writing. Speaking of, if any of you follow any of my other stories- I promise I'm working just as hard on them. I won't leaving you hanging for long.
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Chapter 6
For a solid two hours she's been tormenting me.
My legs have never been clenched this hard in my life. I sat at my desk and tried to do my work, all the while she'd been secretly pushing the button hidden in her pocket and making me jerk in my seat. It's taking everything in me not to moan or scream out whenever I feel that quick vibration in my underwear. I so badly want to reach down and push it against me harder to end my glorious agony. But I can't. She'd know and I don't want to risk a more torturous punishment. So I stayed silent and endured it.
When Santana, Quinn and Kurt came out of the office an hour later announcing it was almost time for the department head meeting, I stood up to join them and had to bite my lip when Santana struck again. She was grinning hard at my reaction as she followed the other two into the elevator. I quickened my pace and got there just in time before the doors closed. The whole way down I was a nervous wreck expecting Santana to push the button again. It was easier to hide my reactions when I was sitting but I know my legs would buckle if I'm standing. Surprisingly, nothing happened.
Stepping off the elevator, we all walked down the hallway to the boardroom and found everyone already there. There were three empty seats left at the end of the table, two on the right side and the head chair for Santana. I went to take my usual seat in the corner of the room when Santana's voice stopped me.
"Everyone move down and make room for Brittany."
We all probably had confused faces as no one really moved. All eyes moved from Santana to me and back. That didn't sit well with Santana.
"Did I not just make myself clear?" Santana's eyes narrowed at everyone on the right side of the table and that quick they all stood up to move their chairs down, squeezing together to create enough room. I grab my chair and pull it towards the table until I'm situated on Santana's left side. Everyone sits back down, including Santana who looks satisfied with the new seating arrangement, and she calls for the first person to start off the meeting. I open my notepad to start taking notes when that pleasurable buzz shoots between my legs. I slam my pen down on the table noisily and gain the attention of everyone in the room. I whisper sorry and the conversation starts back up. I look at Santana pleadingly for a second but her eyes are glued to the man speaking at the end of the table.
And that continued on for the next hour…
I can't even remember what was said in this meeting. My mind is too focused on the fact that my boss is slowly driving me crazy under the table with ten other people in the room none the wiser. Santana's face is completely void of any emotion, she's leaning back in her chair reviewing the papers they are discussing aloud about budget reports and all the while she keeps randomly pushing the little button hidden somewhere on her body. My palms burn from the way I've been digging my nails into them, my thighs are quivering in agony, I can feel the sweat collecting on my skin under my clothes. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
After a particularly long vibration, I'm about ready to excuse myself from the room. I'm done. Just as I go to stand up, Santana beats me to it.
"Why don't we pick this back up after lunch?"
Everyone nods in agreement and gets up to leave. I hear Kurt ask Santana and Quinn where they'd like to eat but I don't hear the answer as I get up quickly from my seat and turn to leave. I have to find someplace with some form of privacy and end my misery. I grab my notepad and give Santana a quick look, her eyes excited and watching my every move.
She knows what I'm going to do.
"Brittany…." Her voice warning me.
"I'll meet you back here after lunch. Excuse me." I rush out before making a hasty exit from the room. I speed walk to the reception desk and ask the woman sitting there to please watch my stuff for a moment before I head to the nearest bathroom. I burst through the door and look down under the stall doors to see if anyone else is in the room. Not seeing anyone, I eye the last stall and make my way towards it. I feel my heart jump into my throat when the door behind me opens and the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor follows. I just reach the stall when a hand grips around my elbow and I'm spun around. I come face to face with an amused Santana.
"Don't even think about it."
"Santana I have to! I can't function like this anymore! It's been over two hours now! I don't care what kind of punishment this gets me but I am not leaving this room until I get off." I tell her determinedly.
Santana opens her mouth to say something but turns her head when the sound of voices coming our way stops her. Without even thinking, I grab her hand from my arm and yank her into the stall with me and close the door just as the bathroom door opens. Two girls walk in and the sound of the sink turning on distorts their conversation. I honestly don't care about what they might hear as I lean back against the wall and fumble with my pants button and zipper. Santana watches me with dark eyes as I reach down into my underwear and pull out the vibrator and shove my other finger into my folds. My head tilts back at the exquisite pleasure that small touch brings me. It's the friction I've been dying for all morning and I'm finally getting it. The two girls outside the door are talking and fixing their make up, without a single clue as to what is going on not five feet from them. My eyes are clenched shut as I bite my lip to keep from screaming and alerting the whole floor as to what I'm doing. Santana must sense it because she uses one hand to cover my mouth while the other pulls my pants down to mid thigh, exposing my hand that's rapidly massaging my clit.
"Don't stop." She whispers to me as her stare burns into the back of my hand that's bringing me ever closer to that desperately needed climax.
The sound of the door opening and closing again and the silence that follows tells me the girls left and I finally stop holding back. My fingers are scissoring in and out of me fast as I keep my eyes on Santana's face. She looks so ready to drop to her knees and finish me off with her mouth. I feel her hand move up my stomach, pushing my shirt up and exposing my bra, before tugging it down below my breasts. She wastes no time cupping my chest and playing with my nipples to the point that I'm starting to whimper with every brush of her thumb.
"You look so sexy like this. Fucking yourself in front of me. I never thought you'd do this." Santana whispers hoarsely. "I want you to cum now. I want to see it." I nod quickly as I feel that moment approaching. All it takes is one more deep thrust of my fingers and her pinching my nipple to throw me over the edge. My legs collapse under me but I never hit the floor. Santana wraps her arms around my waist and holds me against the wall as my hips jerk over and over again. With my free hand I reach up and yank the collar of Santana's shirt away from her neck and I sink my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder to muffle my screams of pleasure. I hear her growl in my ear as she buries her face in my neck as I continue to rut into her.
After what feels like forever, the pulsing between my legs stops and I can finally remove my hand. My jaw unclenches from around Santana's skin and I slowly pull my head back and see the damage I've caused. A perfect indentation of my teeth is embedded in the muscle and I can't say the sight of it doesn't cause my core to clench gently. Santana pulls back too, her arms staying around me to help keep me upright, and she's panting slightly.
"I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Even though you broke the rules, I'm going to let this slide just this once."
I huff out a laugh and nod as I lean my head back against the wall completely exhausted. I jump a little when I feel Santana's lips against mine, the softness as they caress mine making me moan gently. She pulls back just enough to separate us but keeps close enough that her lips still brush mine.
"We should probably get you cleaned up and get some food into us before we go back into that boring ass meeting."
"Yeah, probably." We take a few minutes to fix our clothing and clean ourselves up before we leave the stall and I head to the sink to wash my hands. I look in the mirror and see Santana fixing her hair behind me before her eyes drift down to meet mine, a small smirk breaking out on her face. I send her a matching one. I dry my hands and follow Santana to the door, where she holds it open for me like the gentlewoman that she is.
"I was thinking we could go to that little diner from Friday." Santana states.
"I thought you were going out with Quinn and Kurt for lunch?" I ask confused and yet excited.
"I told them I already had lunch plans. Just didn't tell them they were with you."
I grin as we head back to the reception desk to collect my notepad and we go back up to the office to collect our stuff to head out to lunch.
Together.
The following week wasn't as exciting as the last one.
With the holidays approaching quicker, sales were going through the roof and products were flying off the shelves. Everyone was frantic and trying to keep up with the demand. Santana was even on edge all week trying to get work done. She wasn't exactly in the best of moods either. With all the craziness at work, she was working most nights and we couldn't find any time to ourselves. Even I'll admit I was frustrated with everything going on.
Friday afternoon, Quinn came up to the office, followed by Rachel, to talk to Santana about something. Santana had been in non-stop phone conferences all morning and I didn't get a chance to even speak to her today. Quinn walked into the office and closed the door behind her leaving Rachel with me.
"We're going out tonight!" Rachel squealed, making me jump in fright at her sudden announcement.
"Excuse me?" I ask confused.
"A couple of girls from the office are getting together tonight for some drinking and dancing and Sugar said she's dragging you there too." Rachel explained.
"I can't tonight. I have plans already." I wasn't completely lying. Santana and I usually get together Friday night and….well….
"And you can't change them? Please, it's been too long since we've all gotten together and we'd like you to meet everyone. Please think about it! It's gonna be so much fun!" Rachel begged until the office door opened and Quinn came storming out and telling Rachel they were leaving. Rachel nodded quickly and gave me one last pleading look before following her boss to the elevator.
The rest of the afternoon I spent finishing up paperwork in silence. Santana never left her office all day and it worried me. She hardly ever kept her door closed and today that door remained firmly shut. I didn't want to disturb her but I had to check on her at least once to make sure she was okay.
I got up and nervously knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Opening the door, I found Santana hunched over her desk scribbling furiously on a stack of papers, her head never picking up to see who came in her door.
"Hey, I was just checking on you to see if you're okay." I ask her gently stepping closer.
"I'm fine." Santana replied coldly.
I stopped moving at her tone.
"Really? Because you don't sound like it." I try to keep my voice calm.
"Well maybe if people like you would leave me alone for a minute I would be able to get my work done!" Santana snapped.
The silence in the room was deafening as I tried to keep myself from screaming back at her in anger.
"Excuse me for caring about you. I forgot you don't do that." Santana's head shoots up at my words. "I'm leaving for the day. Enjoy your night." With that I turn and leave her office without looking back. As I ride the elevator down, I send Rachel a quick text to say I'll be joining them tonight and I receive a reply back seconds later with a bunch of smiley faces.
When the elevator dings to announce I've reached the floor, I quickly wipe away the one lone tear that managed to escape before I step out and face everyone.
I blame Santana for my current state.
I let my emotions get the best of me and I couldn't help but down every drink that was thrusted into my hand. I didn't want to think about her anymore tonight. I didn't want to feel the pain and hurt that her words had caused me. And after a few drinks, I could definitely say that Santana was the very last thing on my mind right now.
The group consisted of about ten girls, all receptionists or interns from Santana's company and I have to say they are a pretty fun group of people. We all met up at this club and we had started off with a series of shots. I wasn't a fan of that at all, but they helped to clear my mind. A couple girls had made it out to the dance floor and I could feel my body urging me to join them. We had commandeered a large booth near the back and I was listening to Rachel and Sugar discuss who they found hot on the dance floor. I could feel my phone vibrate a few times but I ignored it thinking it was emails or facebook posts. After a couple of minutes I pulled out my phone and I was surprised to find four new texts and a missed call from Santana. Hiding the phone under the table, I clicked on the messages.
I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you.
I'm sorry.
Answer your phone.
Brittany.
She had called after her second message and left a voicemail. I hated myself for wanting to hear what she had to say but I couldn't help it. I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bathroom where it was quieter. There was a line outside the door so I made my way to the back and clicked on my voicemail.
"Brittany I understand you are upset with me but I need you to call me back. I need to speak with you. I'll be up for a while."
That was all she said.
And that really pissed me off.
I hit the call button and bring the phone to my ear. It doesn't ring twice before I hear the other line pick up.
"Brittany-"
"You hurt me."
"I know I did-"
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay and you went off on me for no reason. I don't deserve that."
"I know you don't but Brittany listen to me-"
"No. You had your chance to talk to me earlier today and you blew it. So I'm gonna go continue to enjoy myself and dance and drink." I could hear my words slurring a little bit but I didn't care.
"You've been drinking? Where are you?"
"BRITTANY! I WANNA DANCE! C'MON!" Sugar came barreling at me in a drunken stumble and it made me crack up.
"Brittany-" I forgot Santana was still on the phone.
"I gotta go. We're dancing now." I say before hanging up and stuffing my phone in my back pocket and following Sugar out to the dance floor with everyone else.
I had managed to get Sugar into a cab rather easy but getting her out of it was a bigger challenge. The driver had pulled up to our apartment building and after paying him I had to practically drag Sugar out the door because she wanted to continue to dance to the music playing on the radio. After getting her out, she made a mad dash to the building door and screamed she was gonna win the race to the top. I laughed after her and slowly followed behind, happy to let her win the race. Mostly because I could barely see straight.
"Brittany."
I turn at the sound of my name and find Santana angrily walking towards me from her car. She had on jeans, a black t-shirt, tennis shoes, and a long black trench coat. She looked really good except for the pissed off face she was sporting at me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her confused.
"I've been calling you for hours! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!" Santana growls at me.
"I'm fine." I repeat her earlier words with the same coldness she showed me.
"Clearly you're not as I can see you swaying back and forth. Let me help you get upstairs." Santana wasn't as harsh but I still didn't want to give into her.
"I can do it myself."
"Then I'll follow behind you to make sure."
I scoff and shake my head as I go to enter the building, Santana right behind me.
Stepping into the elevator, Santana and I stood side by side in tense silence as I push the button to my floor. Our elevator isn't the quickest and so it made for an even longer, more awkward ride. When we finally get to my floor, I storm out and go to open our apartment door with Santana watching diligently behind me. Walking in, I see no sign of Sugar so I stumble towards her bedroom and find her passed out on top of her bed clutching a cute little stuffed animal. I turn off her light and close her door before going back out to Santana. I find her standing in the living room looking at all the pictures that Sugar and I had put up of our families. I realize this is the first time Santana has ever been here.
"She's fine and out cold in bed. And as you can see I'm perfectly fine as well. So you don't need to stay anymore." I tell her angrily.
Santana turns towards me and gives me a soft look. It melts my heart to see her like this but I have to hold strong. She can't get away with treating me like that. I go to open the front door for her to show her out when her voice stops me.
"I'm so sorry Brittany."
I look back at her and see her moving closer to me.
"I never meant to yell at you like that. I was in a horrible mood and I tried to keep myself away from you because I didn't want this to happen and it did and I'm sorry. You are the one person I never want to take my frustration out on. Then I couldn't get a hold of you and I was getting worried and you finally called me back and I knew you were drunk and I didn't like it. I didn't like not knowing where you were. I didn't like that something could have happened to you and I wasn't there. So I drove here and sat outside in my car for two hours just to make sure you got home safely. I understand that you're angry with me and I'll give you the time and space that you need. Just know I'll still be here waiting for you." She gave me a sad smile and walked passed me to the front door. She stepped out and walked to the elevator and since no one was using it at this time of night it opened right away and she stepped in.
I stood there letting her words run through my head. She was walking away and I was letting her.
I bolted for the door and stuck my arm in before it could close all the way, surprising both of us. I grabbed her by the lapels of her coat and yanked her out of the cart and pulled her with me until my back hit the opposite wall, my forehead resting against hers.
"You can't…...not with me…..please…" I don't know what I'm trying to say to her. My tears and emotions mixing with the alcohol in my system are getting the best of me. But Santana seems to understand.
"I promise." She whispers against my lips with a soft kiss. "Never with you." We stand there sharing soft kisses back and forth as I try to calm myself down. With the crazy day I've had I feel my body starting to crash on me as my legs go weak. Next thing I know, my legs are being swooped out from under me and I'm being carried bridal style in Santana's arms back into my apartment.
We make it to my bedroom and Santana sets me down gently on my bed. I kick my shoes off and shimmy out of my jeans before sighing in relief. Santana remains standing, watching me closely as I undress myself. Her eyes go dark as more and more of my skin is revealed to her. Seeing her react to me that way has my blood boiling.
I reach out and dip my fingers into her jeans to pull her closer to me. I raise her shirt over her stomach and pepper her abdomen with kisses.
"Stay with me tonight." I whisper against her skin.
She pulls away abruptly and leaves the room. My heart breaks seeing her walk away until I hear someone rattling around in the bathroom. I few seconds later, Santana returns with a glass of water and a few tylenol in her hand. Handing them to me, I throw back the pills and guzzle the water as I watch her close and lock my bedroom door. Putting the glass on my nightstand, I smile when she sheds her coat and drapes it over my desk chair and toes off her shoes. I try to stand up to meet her halfway but she beats me to it and wraps her hand behind my head and smashes our lips together. I fumble with her pants button and zipper as she stands to pull her shirt over her head. She pushes my hands away and forces me on my back as she crawls up my body until her lips meet mine again in a bruising kiss. I run my tongue over the roof of her mouth and she groans before lightly biting down. I moan loudly and arch up under her to find friction that I desperately need right now.
"Shhhh. You have to be quiet Britt." Santana whispers into my mouth.
I reach around her back and unclip her bra, helping her remove it the rest of the way and throwing it to the floor. I run my hands down the length of her back as I fight with her tongue and reach her jean clad ass. I quickly maneuver my hands between us to try and tug her pants the rest of the way off but as soon as I get them to her knees, she's sitting up and pushing my hands away.
"Good enough."
I don't get the chance to say anything as she pushes my shirt up just high enough to expose my underwear and pulls them down and off. She scooches up closer to me until my legs are draped over her legs and she's running a hand down my stomach to my wetness. I sit up in surprise and she wraps an arm around my lower back and tilts my pelvis up for a better angle for her fingers. We both watch as her hand disappears and reappears rapidly between my legs as I gasp for breath.
"Santana!" I grip her harder around her shoulders and throw my head back in pleasure. She never slows down once as I toss and turn in her arms at the incredible feeling.
"I love seeing you like this. Knowing it's me that's making you feel this good." Santana pants against my face as she watches me.
I reach down and push her underwear down her thighs just enough to give me some room.
"Britt-"
"I want you to feel this good too." I tell her as I reach between her legs and lose myself in how wet she is. Her hand pauses for a millisecond before pounding back into me as I slide two fingers into her and groan at how tight she is at this angle. Santana rests her forehead against mine as we race each other towards our growing orgasms. Our hips thrust back and forth as we look for that one thing to throw us over the edge. I can feel myself ready to cum but I want to wait for Santana. I start whimpering as I thrust harder up into her and cause my headboard to thump against the wall behind us.
"Britt stop! Your roommate will hear!" Santana gasps as her hips follow my lead unconsciously as her orgasm sits just out of reach.
"I can't! Cum with me San! Please!" I beg her as I can't hold back anymore. I reach up to grip the headboard but Santana catches my hand first and pins it to the pillow above my head as she grinds down on me.
"Fuck!"
Hearing Santana lose control pushes me over the edge and I pull her with me. We both pull out of each other and she pins my hips down with hers, rutting against me as we both keep falling. I dig my nails into her ass to keep her moving as I grunt over and over in her ear at her powerful thrusts. Feeling her sucking hard at my neck and knowing there will be a bruise there come morning sends off one more spark before we both collapse in exhaustion.
I smile as I listen to the gentle rhythm of Santana breathing in her sleep. She had passed out not too long after and had just managed to shift to my side before her eyes closed. I followed soon after and found my eyes opening a few hours later. I watch as her back rises and falls with every breath she takes, her face towards me as her arm clutches around my waste to make sure I don't leave her. Seeing her like this, in my bed, makes me remember the whole night all over again. Yes, I was mad at her. But seeing that she really does care for me softened my heart. I can't stay mad at someone who waited outside my apartment for two hours just to make sure I got home okay. I smile at that memory and I nuzzle closer to her. She grumbles slightly in her sleep and tightens her arm on me.
"mmm...Britt…."
"Shhhh go back to sleep." I kiss her ear and run my fingers soothingly through her hair.
"You too." She mumbles against my shoulder.
I nod sleepily and close my eyes as I drift off to sleep with her.
"Britt."
I groan at the sound of someone calling my name.
"Britt wake up."
I slowly crack open my eyes and see Santana kneeling on the bed next to me fully dressed in her clothes from last night.
"Where you goin?" I husk out, my throat feeling like sandpaper.
"I have to leave before your roommate wakes up and I also have a meeting in a few hours. I didn't want to leave without telling you." Santana brushes the hair from my face as I try to wake up more. "I refilled your water glass and put out a couple more tylenol. Make sure to take them when you wake up later, okay?"
I nod and lay back down exhausted.
"I'll call you later to see how you are feeling. Get some rest today."
"Mmkay."
I feel her leave a lingering kiss on my forehead before the blanket is pulled up over my shoulder to keep me warm. I hear the door open but I never hear it shut as I fall right back to sleep.
I wake up later with a massive headache but thankfully I remembered Santana leaving me some pills. After taking them, chugging down the water and having a scolding hot shower I feel relatively human again. I checked on Sugar and found her hiding under her blanket and moaning about the brightness of the sun. I looked out the window and found the sky a dark gray color and the streets wet with rain. I don't know what sun she is seeing but I don't question it as I leave her alone.
I check my phone and see Santana had text me to see if I was up yet. I replied that I was and that I was on my way out the door to go to the store. I went to make myself something to eat and found the fridge bare of anything edible. She sent another text saying it was pouring out and not a good idea to go outside right now. I told her I had an umbrella and it wasn't that far of a walk and that I'd be fine. She never replied back so I took the time to change from sweats to jeans and comfy boots, picked up my umbrella, threw on a hoody and made my way outside.
I opened the lobby door and was about to pop open the umbrella when a car honk drew away my attention. Seeing the familiar tinted windows of Santana's rented car had me smiling. Her driver came running out with his own umbrella and met me at the door.
"Good morning Miss Pierce! Miss Lopez would like you to join her today." He said escorting me to the car, the umbrella mostly covering me. He opened the back door and I quickly shuffled in and found an amused Santana watching me.
"Good morning."
"What are you doing here?" I ask amused myself.
"A gentlewoman never lets a lady shop on her own. Especially in the rain."
"I told you I didn't mind."
"Well I do mind. Besides I'm here now so tell us where to." Santana smirked at me and indicated to the driver.
I tell him the name of the grocery store and he nods in understanding before pulling away from the curb.
Santana and I had walked around the grocery store as I picked out things we needed back home. At first she had insisted I let her driver do the shopping for me but I strongly turned down that idea and left the car grinning as she called out after me. I was extremely surprised when she caught up to me before I reached the first aisle, never expecting her to actually come into the store.
After grabbing a few things and paying for them, Santana asked if I'd like to get a cup of coffee with her at the cafe down the street. Agreeing, I handed my bags to her driver who placed them in the trunk and we shared an umbrella as we walked to the cafe.
We found a table near the window of the almost empty place and ordered our drinks. The warmth of the coffee took the chill out of my body as we enjoyed the silence around us.
"Brittany I want to apologize again."
"For what?" I ask confused.
"For how I behaved towards you yesterday afternoon. It wasn't right of me and I'm sorry."
I smile softly at her as I reach across the table to run my fingers over hers.
"I already forgave you. It's alright."
"I don't ever want to hurt you like that again." Santana looks at me determined.
"You won't. I know you won't."
We sit in silence for a minute or two, taking sips of our coffee and watching our fingers gently play with each other.
"You were wrong yesterday." Santana speaks softly, her eyes trained on our hands.
"About what?"
"I do care about you. Very much so. Seeing you walk away from me like that…...I couldn't stop seeing it all night. Then I couldn't get you to call me back and I….."
"I'm not going anywhere."
She smiles at me hearing how determined I am in my decision.
"I hate to admit it but I was jealous last night thinking you were out dancing with a guy. Or worse, another woman." Santana smirks jokingly.
"Well you had nothing to worry about because the only people I danced with were Sugar and Rachel and they don't hold a candle to you. Plus it was more like the three of us trying to hold each other up."
"Good to know."
We finished our drinks and headed back out to the car to take me home. When we pulled up outside my building, Santana was the one to escort me to my door, holding the umbrella over us as I held the couple bags close to me.
"Thank you for the ride and the coffee. Best remedy to a hangover in my opinion." I tell her.
"My pleasure. Thank you for your company today. And last night. I'm sorry I had to leave early."
I blush at the memory of last night.
"No more apologies. It's over and done with."
"Understood. Now get inside before you catch cold out here."
Santana held the door open for me as I shuffled inside the warm lobby. I was getting ready to push the button for the elevator when she stopped me one more time.
"Would you like to go dancing with me sometime? And maybe have dinner?"
I turn and give her a surprised look. She stares at me intensely as she waits for my answer.
A date?
With Santana Lopez?
"If the dinner part is me finally getting to sample some of this famous mexican food you claim to know how to make, then I'd love to."
I've never seen Santana grin as hard as she is right now.
She lays the umbrella inside the door before walking towards me and pulling me into a sweet kiss. My breath rushes out of my lungs and leaves me light-headed when she pulls away.
"I'll see you soon then."
I nod and watch her walk back towards the door.
"Oh by the way, I rather enjoy seeing my marks on your neck. I can't wait to leave a matching one somewhere else on your body." Santana grins wickedly before walking out the door, leaving me to look after her in an extremely arousing state.
A/N- There ya have it! Let me know what you all think! See ya soon!