A/N Hello, it is me again. I know i said i would update on sat, but that's my bday and im going out so i dont think i'd have time. So here's a chapter for you. The next will probably be fluff before i ruin u with the 'Sexy' chapter, and then a few angsty ones before it goes AU. Anyway i hope you like this. I also pray that no one i know reads this cause then that'll be hard to explain. Enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reviewed/followed/favourited. If you like this chapter then leave a review! I'd love some feedback. Enjoy !


Santana's life was back on track now, she and Brittany were friends again and all was forgiven. Everything was normal, except for one thing. Brittany was still dating Artie, much to Santana's dismay. The blonde seemed genuinely happy though, so who was Santana to put an end to that? She voiced her dislike for the boy through glares as they passed each other in the hall ways or in glee club.

Quinn was also getting on Santana's nerves. Whenever they hung out the blonde would grill Santana for updates about what she dubbed 'Brittana's love life'. That named earned her a hard shove into a bush. Santana didn't have any updates though, the one person she wanted to be with was with someone else, and would probably never like her back. Quinn wasn't discouraged though, she would constantly tell Santana to take the leap.


FLASHBACK

"You're never going to know if you don't do something about it. Staring at her in glee club or trying to roll Artie down a steep ramp won't solve anything," Quinn chastised as she laid on Santana's bed.

"Okay mooom," Santana said sarcastically

"I'm serious Santana, you deserve to be happy"

Santana looked at her friend seriously; did she really deserve to be happy? She was WMHS terrorizer, why would someone as mean as her deserve someone as good as Brittany?

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, let's go egg someone's house or something. I vote Artie" Santana said, quickly getting up scampering down to her kitchen. Quinn scoffed before getting up and following her friend to stop her from getting arrested.


Santana broke out of her thoughts when her favourite blonde, no not you Quinn, came up to her locker. Brittany had a wide grin on her face which confused Santana, until she actually took a look at her surroundings. She blinked a couple of times as she was hit by the flurry of pink and red decorations on the wall and all over the lockers. Valentine's Day, of course! Santana thought. She turned to Brittany and returned the smile.

"Hey Britt, happy Valentine's Day" she said as she hugged the blonde tightly. Brittany smiled and fell into the hug, wrapping her arms around her best friend tightly. Her heart beat sped up and she prayed that Santana couldn't feel it.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," Santana smiled and pulled away from the hug.

"So, what do you want to do for V day?" Santana asked. They had a tradition of going out on Valentine's together, since they enjoyed each other's company more than that of boys. They also gave each other gifts sometimes. Santana had already picked out her gift for the blonde, and was going to give it to her that night. Brittany's face suddenly fell and she bit her lip, looking nervous. Santana quirked and eyebrow before the realisation hit her. Oh hell no, she better not-, Santana thought, before being cut off by her friends small voice.

"Um… I can't really do Valentines with you today. Artie wanted to take me out and since he's my boyfriend and all I just-" Santana cut her off with a tight lip smile, wanting to end the sentence as fast as she could.

"I get it. Don't worry about it; I'll just hang out with Quinn or something. Maybe Puck," Santana said, trying mask her dejected tone.

Brittany ignored the pang of jealous that ran over her and looked at Santana confused, "I thought Puck was with Zizes". Crap I forgot about that mismatched couple straight from hell, Santana thought bitterly. Before she got a chance to reply the bell rang signalling her first class starting.

"I'm really sorry I can't spend the day with you, maybe we can do something after I go out with Artie?" Brittany asked, hopefully. Santana clenched her jaw; she didn't want to be the one waiting around for the off chance that they might hang out. Though Brittany looked so hopeful Santana couldn't say no. She reluctantly nodded and the blonde grinned, linking their pinkies and walking them to their first class together.


Santana felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she listened to Mr Schue talk in very bad Spanish. She took out her phone and looked at the text, nudging Brittany as she read it.

Puck: V day party at my place, everyone invited, dress hot or get got :P

Get got? This dumbass, Santana rolled her eyes. She looked at Brittany and saw her reading the text on her own phone.

"Are you going?" She whispered, careful not to be too loud.

"I don't know, I might drop by after my date with Artie, unless he wants to go instead. Are you?" Brittany said, equally as quiet.

"Yeah probably, free booze and easy boys, perfect combination for me" Santana said happily, missing the flash of emotion cross the blondes face.

"Yeah, perfect combination" she muttered lowly. Santana looked at her and opened her mouth to reply when Mr Schue stopped his impersonation and called their names.

"Brittany, Santana, I'd appreciate it if you listened, this is an important lesson" he warned. Santana scowled and bit her tongue, trying not to spill a long line of insults that would for sure make him cry. Brittany nodded innocently, focusing on the lesson and trying not to laugh at Santana making corrections in his Spanish speaking.

Santana felt her phone vibrate again, signalling yet another message. She pulled out her phone discretely and looked at the message, it was from Quinn.

Q: Hey bitch, how's Spanish? Jokes I don't care. Anyway I heard Puck is having a party tonight, wanna get ready together and carpool?

Carpool? What is she? 50 years old? Santana thought, trying not to laugh out loud. She typed out a quick response and told Quinn meet her at her house after school. Brittany was writing down notes when she felt her own phone vibrate, it was a text from Artie.

Artie: Hey baby! My mum just called me and told me my granddad isn't well, and I have to drive up to meet them tonight. That means our date is cancelled :(( I'm so sorry!

Brittany frowned, she was really looking forward to spending time with her boyfriend, though she couldn't be mad at him, he had a good reason for not being able to go.

Brittany: Awww it's okay, I might just go to Puck's party instead. I hope you're granddad will be okay! Happy Valentine's Day though 3

She sent off her text before pocketing her phone and turning to Santana. She nudged her friend who was still texting Quinn.

"Do you want to go to Pucks party together? Artie can't make our date and I don't want to be alone." Santana looked up from her phone briefly and nodded at the blonde.

"Do you want to get ready at mine? Quinn is coming too; let me see if she wants to sleep over. You can sleep at mine if you want, we haven't had a sleep over in ages." Brittany nodded and turned her attention back to the class. She tried to keep her breathing even, since she realised that every time they had a sleepover, they ended up sleeping together. It had been a long time since they hooked up, especially since Brittany started dating Artie, they hadn't even made out. Brittany prayed Quinn was sleeping over too, because alcohol and a room alone with Santana was a recipe for disaster, especially since she now had a boyfriend.

"Oh, Quinn can't come, I guess it's just you and me then" Santana said nonchalantly. In reality she was ecstatic. She too had realised the lack of intimacy between them, and that was something she wanted to change, and she planned on changing it during their sleepover. She was slightly concerned though, Brittany had a boyfriend, and she wasn't one to cheat. Oh please, I'm the hottest piece of ass in this joint, and way better than stubbles. How will she be able to resist? Santana thought.


"You look like a stripper who wants to get through college but doesn't have a good paying job so hits the stage and dances under the name 'Spicy Mama'" Quinn said, looking over Santana's outfit.

"Okay first of all, that was oddly specific so if you have some weird kinky thing you're into, I don't want to hear about it. Second of all, I knew it! It's always the Jesus loving ones that are sex freaks" she said, pulling a face. Quinn threw a pillow at her.

"Oh god" Quinn groaned, "just shut up and put on something longer so when you bend over, I don't see your ovaries." Santana rolled her eyes and went back to her closet, rummaging around for something to wear. Quinn eyed her, trying to find a way to casually bring up Brittany.

"Sooo, is Britt coming tonight? Or is she doing something with Artie?" She said, looking at her nails and feigning disinterest. Santana involuntarily scowled at his name, it was a reflex she had recently picked up.

"Her boy toy named Art had to go take care of something that I don't remember because I've learnt to block out everything and anything related to him" she said, rolling her eyes," so that means Britt is coming tonight and sleeping over. I thought you knew that, I did ask you while we were texting today"

Shit, she did tell me, Quinn thought frantically. "Oh yeah, I remember that," she said, trying to cover up, then a thought struck her," wait… she's sleeping over? In your bed? With you? All alone?

"Yes?" Santana said, not really knowing where this conversation was going, Quinn widened her eyes and threw another pillow at Santana.

"Santana! You can't do that, what if something happens and you guys end up sleeping together?"

"And that's a problem because?" she drawled out. Quinn got up and punched her in the shoulder; Santana scowled and rubbed the sore spot. "The fuck bitch?!"

"That's a problem because she has a boyfriend! Promise me you aren't going to seduce her or something" Quinn said, seriously.

"Seduce her? You make me sound like a womanizer or something"

"You are one you fucking egg and you better not try and sleep with her" Quinn said looking at her friend pointedly.

Santana rolled her eyes and sighed. "All right, I won't seduce her…on purpose. I mean if she jumps me then that's her fault, I wouldn't blame her though, I mean who wouldn't want to get up on this?" She said, gesturing to herself. Quinn rolled her eyes and went to sit back on the bed.

"You're insane and I'm bored, hurry up."

Santana scoffed and went into the bathroom to try on her outfit, before deciding she liked it. She walked back out and saw Quinn watching her. She smirked to herself and swayed her hips.

"You done checking me out Fabgay?" Santana asked sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up before I drop you" Quinn shot back, rolling her eyes.

Santana laughed, before absentmindedly speaking. "Yeah, and I'm the gay one." She immediately shut her mouth and whirled around to face Quinn, who was equally surprised.

"Did you just-"Quinn said, before the pinging of Santana's phone cut her off. Santana raced to her phone and saw it was a text from Brittany. It said she was ready and she would wait for them to pick her up.

"Britt is ready, we should go now," she said quickly, turning to race out the door. Quinn shot up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"San…" She said softly. Santana scowled and ripped her arm from the blondes grip.

"It was nothing, I wasn't thinking. It didn't mean anything" she said harshly, before turning away and going out the door. Quinn pulled her lips into her mouth and sighed, blowing out a puff of air. She was concerned now, more than ever, for the brunette. Please let Brittany feel the same way about San, Quinn silently begged. She picked up her purse and checked all her essential items were inside, before exiting the bedroom and going down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom step when she heard voices that didn't belong to Santana. She followed the voices into the kitchen and saw Santana standing there, grinning happily at the sight of her parents at home.

"Quinn! Oh it's so nice to see you, I haven't seen you around lately." Santana's mother said, pulling the blonde into a hug. "I haven't seen Brittany around either, where has my daughters friends been?"

Santana rolled her eyes and spoke, "Brittany has a boyfriend now, and she doesn't have time to come over." Maribel didn't miss the way Santana's tone became bitter, and a little sad. She glanced at her husband, who raised an eye brow, signalling he heard it too.

"You should invite her over, I haven't seen her in ages" she said, trying to tread carefully.

"Well, she sleeping over tonight, so if you want to see her I'll try to keep her awake long enough for you to see her when you get home." Santana said, tapping her fingers on the kitchen bench. Maribel looked over to her husband with wide eyes. She had remembered the last time Brittany had slept over; they had come home early from work to surprise their daughter when they saw clothes trailing from the bottom of the stairs, all the way up to Santana's room. They hadn't thought about it that much until they both heard some very compromising noises coming from their bedroom, and judging by the only clothes on the floor being cheerios uniform, it wasn't hard to narrow down who exactly was in the room. Though Maribel and Antonio were shocked, it only stemmed from the fact that they were actually sleeping together. Her parents didn't have a doubt in their mind that the two girls loved each other. So they kept their mouths shut and hoped that one day their daughter could talk to them about it, until then, they tried to make her as comfortable with herself as they could.

"We should go, I don't want to be late to the party. It means we'll have less time to actually party," Santana said. She walked over and gave a kiss to both her parents' cheeks, before grabbing Quinn's hand and pulling her out the door. Quinn waved to the parents before following her friend out.

Maribel looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow.

"Sleeping over, hey?" She said, tilting her head, "Do you think they're going to, you know?"

Antonio gave his wife an incredulous look, "No! Brittany has a boyfriend now, and our mija should know to respect that."

"Oh please Toni, Brittany may have a boyfriend, but Santana will always have her heart. I'm telling you now; they're going to do something tonight." Maribel said, shaking her finger.

Antonio shook his head, before looking at her and smirking like a school boy, "want to bet on it?" Maribel looked at him, shocked.

"You want to be on whether or not our daughter will get into her best friends pants tonight?" She said, putting her hand over her chest.

"Soo, is that a yes? Winner gets $50." He said, holding out his hand. Maribel shook her head, looking disappointed, before looking back up and taking his hand.

"Yes." She said, smirking.

"We are great parents" he said, shaking her hand. She laughed and nodded.

"The greatest."


The loud music thumped in Santana's ears, and she smirked at the sight of the well started party in front of her. Quinn quickly scanned the room, before spotting the guppy lipped blonde she had taken a liking to.

"Later losers" she called out as she pushed her way through the crowd toward him.

Santana rolled her eyes and linked her pinkie with Brittany's, who took it happily and smiled at her. Santana pointed towards the drinks in the kitchen and raised an eyebrow in question. Brittany nodded and pulled her toward their destination. Despite all the activity around her, Santana could only focus on the pinkie that was intertwined with hers. Some part of her wished that all their fingers were intertwined. She quickly shook the thought from her head, Brittany already has someone she can hold hands with, and it isn't you. She reminded herself, good god I need a drink. Brittany pulled them into the kitchen before dropping the brunette's pinkie, something Santana disliked very much, and walked towards the cups and drinks. Santana went to follow but a broad chest came into view. She looked up and saw a member of the football team looking down at her, smirking.

"Hey Lopez, good seeing you here. What do you say we go upstairs and I show you the real cupid's arrow?" He said suggestively, waggling his eyebrow. Santana laughed, actually laughed, in his face.

"I'm sorry what? Look here…Brett?"

"It's Brad," he said, his confidence slowly fading.

"Yeah whatever, look here Chad, I don't know who you think you are, but if you want to keep you 1 inch 'arrow', I suggest you backs the hells up afores I ends you", she said threateningly. Brad scowled and turned away, muttering curses under his breath, before catching sight of another girl and making a straight bee line towards her. Santana rolled her eyes and scanned the room to try and find Brittany again. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around ready to cut the next bitch who was trying to get in her pants, when she saw Brittany smiling at her and holding out her cup to her. She went to take the cup before she remembered something. Oh shit, I'm the DD. Fuck me, she thought. She groaned before shaking her head, and signalling she was driving by mimicking her turning a wheel. Brittany made and 'oh' face before she shrugged and downed the two cups, licking her lips and throwing the cups behind her. She leaned forward and whispered in Santana's ear.

"Well, since you can't drink, you might as well dance with me. That's the only way you're going to enjoy tonight," she said in a flirty tone, she smirked when she felt the brunette shudder, before nodding, unable to form a reply. In the back of Brittany's mind, a voice warned her not to flirt with Santana. Why are you trying to get with her? You have a boyfriend, and if you get her to want you now, you won't be able to stop when she actually does come for you, Brittany thought, before another idea came into her mind, oh please, I never stop her when she 'comes' . Brittany's breath hitched and she pulled away from her friend's ear, before taking her hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. Santana followed dumbly behind her. Even though she hadn't drank anything, she felt drunk. She was drunk off of Brittany, everything the blonde did, Santana wanted more of. She relished in the fact that Brittany was dancing with her, and not out on a date with Artie. Even though Santana knew that if the blonde had a choice, it was so obviously going to be Artie. But she didn't care in that moment, all she thought about was Brittany dancing so close to her. So she grabbed her hips a little tighter, grinded a little harder, and whispered dirty things a little louder.

Brittany knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. She wasn't doing anything too intimate with the brunette, so she wondered why she felt guilty. Because you don't care that you're not with Artie, as long as you're with Santana. Brittany grimaced at the thought. The alcohol was fading away but she made no move to break the dance they were in and go to get another drink. She wanted to be close to the Latina, and she wouldn't stop that for anything. Still, she hated herself for feeling so strongly for Santana, when she already had Artie. He was a good boyfriend, and every time she was with him, she felt her feelings for him grow a little more. Santana wanted so badly to pull her towards the nearest room and fuck her senseless, but as she looked around the room; she caught eyes with Quinn, who was watching them dance. Quinn looked at her seriously, before shaking her head, as if to tell her no. Santana just rolled her eyes and kept dancing, ignoring the part of her that screamed Quinn was right. Santana was sticking to her plan, she was going to sleep with Brittany tonight, Quinn and Artie would never have to know.

All of a sudden the music was cut off, and the room was a lot less loud than it was before. Then Puck got up and yelled.

"Sorry guys, the neighbours called the cops. So uncool. They're shutting down the party; you guys gotta get out, now." He said, motioning towards the door. Santana groaned, right when I'm about to do some crazy ass moves, you shut down the party? She yelled internally at Puck. Brittany turned around to face her and let out a laugh at her friends angry face.

"Come on hulk, let's go back to your place, we can watch some silly love movies or something. It is still V day," she said, linking arms with her friend and pulling them towards the door. Santana looked around for Quinn, who was holding hands with Sam and walking towards his car. Thank god, now she won't yell at me for dancing with Britt. Santana led them towards the car and got in; she turned on the engine and began driving towards her house. The car ride was silent, but not an uncomfortable one. Santana was thinking about why she felt things she never felt before when she was with Brittany, and the blonde was thinking why she still felt things for the brunette, things she was only supposed to feel for Artie.

They pulled up to her house and Santana mentally cheered, for once, at her empty drive way. No interruptions, she thought happily. She opened the door and walked in, Brittany following her closely. Santana looked at the clock on the wall, it read 10:38. She was bummed out the party ended so early, but she was glad that this part of the night came quicker. They walked into her room and Brittany sat down on the bed. Santana walked over to her desk where her ipod sat and pressed shuffle, listening as the music filled the room. Then she remembered something.

"Oh yeah, I got you something for Valentines, you know, since we're always each other's. Or use to be anyway," she walked over to her bedside drawer, making sure to lean over Brittany, placing her hand on the upper region of the blondes thigh. She smirked when she heard her breath hitch. She pulled out a small box and bent back up straight, dragging her hand slowly off the thigh. She was careful not to show her smug smile when the blonde crossed her legs not so subtly. Score one for Lopez, she thought.

"You-uhm-you didn't have to get me anything San" Brittany said breathlessly. Why are you already turned on, all she did was put her hand on your thigh, Brittany chastised herself.

"Yeah well, too late," she shrugged, before smiling. "Open it!" Santana heard the song in the background change to a more slow and seductive ballad. She wondered how a song could so perfectly describe what she was feeling.

I just want to take you there
He don't gotta know where

Brittany opened it and gasped as she took out a beautiful necklace. It was a moon, inside a star. She looked at it closely and saw it had an engraving inside the moon, she read it out loud.

"B+S forever" Brittany said, unable to contain her grin, "I love it San, thank you." Santana smiled bashfully and looked at her friend.

"It was nothing, I'm really glad you like it." She said, looking her friend in the eyes. Their eyes locked and they stared into each other for a few seconds, unable to look away. Brittany felt hyper aware of her surroundings, especially the song playing. Santana's eyes flickered down to the blondes lips and she leaned in slightly. Brittany saw her coming closer, but made no move to pull away. She instead licked her lips and leaned in as well, waiting for them to meet halfway. PULL BACK PULL BACK! Her mind screamed at her. Her heart was thudding like crazy but she didn't care, all she wanted was Santana's lips on hers. Santana couldn't wait anymore; she grabbed Brittany's neck and pulled her in, crashing their lips together. They kissed softly at first, before Santana picked up the pace and deepened the kiss.

Does he touch you here like this?
Let me take the friction from your lips

No, Artie doesn't touch me like this. Only she does. Oh crap Artie! Brittany opened her eyes, she hadn't realised her had closed them. She felt Santana push her back onto the bed, and Brittany suddenly jumped up, throwing Santana off of her.

"What the hell Britt?! What are you doing?" She said, looking at her friend who was now pacing the room.

"This is wrong, I shouldn't be kissing you. Oh god I just cheated on my boyfriend" she said worriedly. A part of her wanted her lips to be back on Santana's, and she hated herself fort thinking that when she only belonged to one pair. She just couldn't decide on whether they were Arties or the girl standing in front of her.

And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us
And I'm gon' give you girl, what you fiend
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain

Shit, she's not going to want to sleep with me if she thinks it's cheating. I can't let her do that, I need her too much. Quick, think of something, come on, she thought frantically, before spilling out the first idea that came to her.

"Wait, it's not cheating!" she said loudly. Brittany stopped pacing and faced her, confused.

"It's not?" She asked. Santana nodded slowly, forming the lie in her head. She walked over to the blonde and took her hands in hers.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm a girl, it's not cheating if we're both girls. It just two friends talking with their tongues super close" she said, trying to mask her blatant lie with fake confidence. Brittany saw right through it. She knew it was cheating, and she hated Santana for thinking that she could ever believe that. But she hated herself more for wanting to believe it. Brittany felt overwhelmed by feelings, she shook her head and ripped her hands from her friends. She bolted to the door, only to feel her wrist being grabbed as she felt herself get spun around. She hit the door with a thud and came face to face with the Latina. Santana backed her up until there was practically no space between them, and raised her hands up so they were leaning on the door, trapping the blonde. Her eyes were darkened, and she looked down at her lips several times. She leaned in and pressed her lips to the blonde's ear.

"You can't lie to me. If you really cared about cheating, you wouldn't have kissed me back. I know you want me. I told you already, it's not cheating." She whispered hotly. "Don't you want me to fuck you until you can't see, or walk? Until you're screaming my name, just like all those times before?"

He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need

Brittany felt her head spin as Santana pressed kisses down her neck and across her jawline, sucking on her pulse point before kissing it over. Brittany's hand gripped the door knob. All she had to do was turn it and it would all end. But she found herself loosening the grip on the doorknob with every kiss Santana placed on her neck. She knew it was cheating, she knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. Not one bit.

"We can do it, and you can go back to him tomorrow, nobody has to know. He can't do what I do, you know that. No one knows you like I do, no one knows you more than I do when my head is between your legs" Santana said seductively. She knew if she kept talking dirty, then eventually Brittany would crumble. A small part of her felt ashamed for doing this, for egging Brittany to cheat even though it wasn't like her to do so, but she was selfish. She needed the blonde, and she didn't care who she belonged to. As long as Santana had her in her bed, Brittany was hers.

I got everything you want with me
I do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta know

I got you on the floor, doing things you never thought you'd do
Baby, leave them high heel shoes
Cause I love it when you're looking down at me, I'm looking up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty, watch me knock your boots off

Brittany swallowed heavily, before finding the courage to speak. Santana pulled away from her neck and at her with eyes so captivating. Brittany fought the urge to just jump her.

"Yo-you're sure it's not cheating?" She said, she already knew it was but if she heard it one more time, maybe then she would believe it.

"I'm sure" Santana said. And that was all Brittany needed. She grabbed Santana's neck and pulled her into a hot kiss, backing them both up until the hit the bed.

He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need

Brittany reached down and tugged on her shirt, which came off with ease. They never broke the kiss. Santana relished in the feeling. Brittany was hers. Fuck Artie, she was the one kissing Brittany, not him. You're mine, she thought. She conveyed this thought by pushing the blonde down on the bed and straddling her.

He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want

You'll always be mine, Santana kissed harder as she felt Brittany's hand roam her back and sides. She pressed her lips to the blonde's neck and assaulted it, making sure to leave hickies and brusies. Anything to remind herself of this moment.

"Let me show you what he can't do," Santana said smugly. Brittany nodded breathlessly.

"Please…" she begged, trying to even her breathing. Santana smirked and kissed her way down the blonde's body, ready to show her what she had been missing those weeks they didn't do anything. She couldn't help but feel her heart break a little at the thought that in the morning, Brittany would go back to her boyfriend, and this night would be in the past. She would never be Brittany's, so she would just be what the blonde needed for the night.

I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need


Maribel and Antonio walked through the door, they saw Santana's car in the parking space but heard no noise from the house. The lights in the bedroom were on, but there was no sound. Or so they thought. Antonio turned to his wife and smiled smugly, "told you they wouldn't be doing anything, pay up sweetheart." Maribel rolled her eyes and reached into her purse when they froze at the sound of a familiar voice scream something that sounded a lot like their daughters name. Antonio frowned and moved closer, trying to figure out what they just heard. "That could be anything" he reasoned. Maribel stifled a laugh as they heard the thudding of a headboard against a wall, and some very risqué moans.

"Pay up. You just got schooled" She said, holding out her hand. Antonio grumbled and pulled out a $50 note. He pouted as he handed her the bill.

"Aw sweetheart, don't be sad. Come on lets go buy some ear plugs, I have a feeling they won't be very considerate tonight." She said, giving him a kiss as they walked out the door.


A/N even though i didn't write them doing the deed i still felt really impure about writing that lol i think i need to bathe in holy water now. I'm not as kinky as i make myself out to be AHAAHA the song used was What You Need- The Weeknd. It's super good you guys should totally check it out ! Anyway thanks for reading, leave a review and tell me what u thought about it! ill see you guys next sat or whenever i update since im so inconsistent lol