A/N: I don't own Glee or either of these sexy beings.

Hope this quenches your thirst and satisfies you until next time. Bit cheekier than thus far.

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Santana fumbled with the keys as she attempted to unlock her apartment door. It didn't help that Sebastian was breathing doggedly into her ear and murmuring 'Come on, come on, come on, come on' over and over again. Eventually the door opened and she pushed her way through it, followed by Sebastian, his hands on her waist directing her into the flat.

He kicked the door shut behind him with his foot and spun her to face him. There was a moment of silence where they simply stared at each other, savouring the tension left between them. Then, slowly, softly, Sebastian placed a finger under Santana's chin and tilted it up so her lips met his. He kissed her tenderly, running his hands down her body to her waist. Deepening the kiss, he lifted her into the air and she wrapped her legs around his hips, kicking her heels off as she did so. She pulled her long, dark hair to one side and he began to kiss her neck where the hair had just left.

"Bedroom?" murmured Sebastian into her bare skin.

"Down the hall, second door on the left," Santana groaned in reply, arching her back, pressing herself into his body.

He carried her dexterously into the room and dropped her lightly on the bed, pulling his grey blazer off and throwing it over a chair.

"What?" asked Santana, in a teasing, sarcastic tone, "You can perform without the blazer? I thought that's where all the magic came from!" She grinned cheekily and bit her lip.

"You're making jokes at a time like this?" Sebastian asked, his breath ragged.

But she saw he was smiling and replied "Always," winking audaciously and running her tongue over her top lip, before returning to chew her bottom.

"Can you stop doing that?" Sebastian begged, pleadingly.

"What this?" asked Santana innocently twisting her hair around her finger and biting her lip again.

Sebastian growled roughly and joined her on the bed, unzipping her dress and ripping it from her body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. He took a moment to appreciate her long tanned legs, her thin, toned body and her simple matching red lace underwear. He was so distracted that he failed to notice her unbuttoning his shirt and her light fingers dancing across his bare chest. She shrugged the shirt off him and kissed him on his shoulder, his ribcage, his stomach.

She stopped at the top of his jeans and her fingers played with his belt buckle. She hesitated just momentarily as she considered what she was about to do and who she would be doing it with.

The first thought that crossed her mind was that he was a boy that actually set her heart racing rather than the meaningless flings she'd been used to in the last few weeks. Then she recalled exactly who this boy was.

Sebastian locked eyes with her and gave her a teasing grin, inviting her in coaxingly. He covered her small hands with his and helped her to undo his trousers, discarding them on the floor near her dress.

He pulled her towards him and murmured her name into her body. As his heated lips burned her skin, every other thought was forgotten.

Santana arched her back and a short word escaped her lips.

"¡Joder!," She moaned, cursing in her native tongue. Only that morning she'd used the very same word in disgust, now she said it in pleasure and delight as Sebastian covered her body with his and muttered the same word in English.

"Fuck…"

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She woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar situation. She felt at peace for the first time in a long time – even before Brittany had left. Even more strangely, a pair of thickset, toned arms enclosed her, so different to the people she normally slept with who either curled up at the other end of the bed or left before she'd even fallen asleep the night before. She yawned feeling satisfied and wriggled slightly. Her mouth was really dry and she was pretty sure she needed a shower.

She and Sebastian had had a messy night last night, getting hotter and sweatier as they approached the early hours, eventually passing out. Santana made to slide out of the bed, attempting to unravel herself from Sebastian's strong arms.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled sleepily, trying to hold her back in his grip.

She smiled and patted him softly, "I need a shower, you can stay here."

He snored heavily and rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes subconsciously. His perfectly quaffed hair had fallen over his forehead and he looked peaceful and beautiful in his half slumber. Santana smiled once more and left the room.

Once she was under the hot shower, letting the water drip over her body everything seemed clearer. She couldn't expect anything from Sebastian – she reminded herself that he was Sebastian Smythe, sexual predator and one-night stand enthusiast. And that used to be her, until the Ice Queen inside her had been melted. Sure, she was still sexually amazing and she was positive she had rocked his world last night. But part of her wanted something more these days. She was older, more mature and she had thought that Brittany would be her happy ending.

She wasn't sure if Sebastian would be adult enough to accept something like that. But, she asked herself, why was she even considering it? She and Sebastian had spent one night together. That hardly sounded like it was relationship territory. And yet, he was Sebastian. He was so much more than just another one-night stand. He had changed everything for her in that one moment so many years ago. She swallowed sadly, letting her shampoo sink in and washing it out. She needed to wash Sebastian out in the same way and stop holding onto the past and their history and the way he continued to make her feel all these years later.

A noise brought her back to the present. Sebastian had entered the bathroom and was getting into the shower with her.

"What're you doing?" asked Santana over the tattoo of the water hitting the ceramic tiles.

"I need a shower too." He was smirking his playful grin and he pulled her wet body towards him.

"Oh," A small gasp escaped her parted lips.

He ran a hand through her dark, wet locks and kissed every part of her body that he could. And considering she was naked, it was every part of her body. Santana returned the favour, caressing his tanned, toned body with her teasing fingertips. She traced the patterns the water droplets were making over his chest, down to his stomach and raised an eyebrow as he perked up.

"Morning," she murmured sultrily.

Sebastian groaned heartily as she took him in her hands and stroked him casually. It was different to what he was used to, light, delicate fingers rather than callused heavy hands. But he liked it. And all the while he knew that he had never stopped thinking about the way these hands had grazed his body all that time ago, and the way he was desperate to have her touch him again. Daily and nightly, he wanted her around him. She was effervescent and beautiful, she was dangerous and sexy, she was confident and sweet.

She was, to all intents and purposes, him in female form.

He bucked his hips and lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist and stared her deeply in the eyes, rocking her to a melodic rhythm of the pair of them in harmony.

At last.

When they were suitably satisfied, he lowered her and reached for the body wash.

"May I?" He offered, holding it up to her.

He lathered her in sweet smelling soap, embracing her beautiful frame as he did so. In turn, she washed the sweat and dirt from his bronze hair, playing with his wavy tendrils. Eventually when their skin became wrinkled and the water was beginning to cool off, they stepped out of the shower.

Getting dressed, Santana stole glances at Sebastian's tanned, toned body as he buttoned up his shirt. Somehow today, just wearing it unbuttoned to his chest with his jeans, he managed to make a smart outfit from last night into a casual one for today. Santana threw some clothes on and finally when they could procrastinate no longer, she led him to the apartment door.

"Thanks for last night," She said, smiling gently at him, "I had a really amazing time."

"Me too," Sebastian murmured, catching her dark eyes with his glinting green ones.

She chewed nervously on her bottom lip and he chuckled to himself.

He brushed a wet curl out of her eye, and kissed her softly on her plush lips. He turned to leave.

He hesitated momentarily, and said "See you…"

"Bye, Seb." She called after him.

He had gone five paces and she was about to close the door after him when he turned round.

"San?"

"Yeah?" She opened the door a bit more hopefully.

"Could I maybe see you later?"


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