( Now Playing: Careless Whisper by George Michael )
"Rachel, please don't stop." Soft moan escaped Santana's lips as 'Rachel' continues to play with Santana's hot feminimity. Every move of her finger sends pleasure to her whole body. Santana's knees weaken even more, but she was tightly held by the girl on her back. 'Rachel' continued to run her fingers up and down her back, making Santana feel better as her tiredness starts to get away. Rachel's thumbs started to work on Santana's tight muscles down her spine. Santana braced her hands against the wall, harder as the massaging gets better. Seconds by seconds, Rachel's fingers would go lower and up again, digging Santana's sore muscles, teasing her, until it got the bottom of her back. Santana moaned, "Rachel, please, LOWER."
With delight, Rachel followed Santana's command and gently rubs down until it got on Santana's perfectly rounded ass. She massaged it in a circular motion using her fingertips, leading static electricities through Santana's nerves. Then Rachel embraced Santana, with her hard nipples touching against Santana's wet, naked back, she could tell that they were both nude under the shower. Rachel rubbed her both hands on Santana's thighs in circular motion. Santana was ready to explode on her cold seduction...
"Santana!" A familiar voice came from outdoor.
Santana's eyes widen. She knew that voice. The scene was cut. If that's- "Rachel?! Then who's-" She turns around, only to see a blank space. Dead and frozen air, it was empty and there was nothing can be heard except the sounds of the dripping water from the warm shower. Her knees shook in fear, shock and discomfort. She's been terrified. "Was it only my imagination? There's no way that I'm doing that on myself!" Santana thought. She embraced herself and felt her hard nipples shaking in terror and coldness. The water drips down her whole body.
"Santana!" Rachel continued to knock on the door.
"Wait a sec!" Santana answered.
*kring-kring* The phone rung, making Santana jumped in fear and horror. She didn't know why but something's stopping her from answering the phone. She's shaking brutally, her mind still shocked. The sound of the phone was slowly striking her eardrums, so to stop the sound, she walks outside the bathroom, gulped her fear down her intestine and lifts up her phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Santana. Have you enjoyed making love with me?"
That voice... That voice that always make her hair stand up with an uncertain fear. "Quinn?!"
"Yes... It's me. Your sex angel."
Her mouth opens as her jaw drops. "Making love? But I didn't saw you. I can't make love with you."
"Ahah. We have. Have you enjoyed the way my hands massage your bare, silver back? Then I touched your curves, felt your wet skin down your pussy, rubbing your excited clit and until your soft, mild nipples became hard and then I pressed them harder... My hands fit exactly on every curves of your breast and your waist... Your abs are gorgeous and is enchanting to touch. The vanilla scent of your neck and nape snatched my sanity and screaming to be tasted by my taste buds. Your skin was perfect as my hands slid up and down, romantically using my fingertips on feeling your big seducing ass. Your body felt so warm against mine. How I'd wish I could lick those hard enough nipples and suck them just like a baby, so hungry and longing for milk to drink."Quinn's voice feels like ecstacy. Extremely sexy and affectious. It enters her ears and then tingles her heart that made her shake. She felt even more wet than before. It runs deep within her soul.
Santana's open mouth changed into a seductive giggle, "I really enjoyed it. You're so sneaky. I haven't seen you walk inside the bathroom and even when I turned around. How did you do that? Are you some kind of a ghost?"
And then silence.
"Rachel's waiting for you to open the door."
"She can wait there. I just wanna hear your voice."
"Speaking of Rachel, do you like her?" Quinn said.
"Yes, I like her..." Then pause. Quinn would burst into rage until-"But, I love you." Santana continued, "There's something that you have that Rachel didn't. It's like everytime I hear your voice, I feel sexually excited. I felt heaven. My soul is wanting and longing for you Quinn... Every night and day or even in my dreams, how I'd wish for you to fuck me."
Quinn giggled, "So it's my voice, huh?." Quinn let a short, seductive whisper, " I need to go, now. But one thing: Watch Out that Brody guy. He looks like a maniac."
"How did you know?"
"Told you, I've been following you, goodbye baby."
"WAit!" The dialtone rings. The other line ended, "Again? She's been following me? But- I never saw her!" Confusions mazed her mind.
"Santana!" Rachel screamed, banging the door.
"Coming!" Santana walks closer to the door and then opened it. Rachel's there so she grins. "Her Rach. Uhm- sorry, just taking a shower."
"Oh-My-Gosh- Yeah. I can see it all." Rachel's eyes widen, so as her mouth.
Santana looks down, only to see that she's totally nude. "OH MY!" She rushed through her bed, hopped in and then covered her body with a blanket. She nerviously grinned at Rachel. "Hey Berry."
"Hey Santana. I saw this little girl walking with her friends with handful of liquors." Rachel pulled out a girl with a wavy hair, and with her face that looks a lot like an Asian than a Latin.
"Maria? What the?" Santana shouted. "Liqours? You can't drink alcohol."
"I'll drink if I want to." Maria said, stamping her feet while entering the room.
" Why are you drinking? It's bad to your health! Especially on the streets. I know you, you won't do this if you have no reasons at all. "
Maria's eyes sparked, tears began to load up. Her heart was pinched in sorrow as she recalled a memory on her mind. "Something just happened." She can't look straight through Santana's eyes. Her knees weaken. Her heart's in grieve.
Rachel felt sadness. "Ugh, Maria, let's sit down on the couch. Santana, go grab some clothes, please." RAchel asissts Maria to the living room, but she can't take off her eyes to Santana's aphroditedly figured-body. They sit on the big sofa with a small glass table in front of them while Santana rushed up to the bathroom to take on some clothes.
Rachel couldn't talk nor look at Maria. She's afraid that she'll bite her and eat her alive. Her hand is shaking and so as Maria, terrified to her sister.
"Now tell me Maria, what happened?" Santana said while walking closer and then sat up in front of Rachel and Maria.
Maria couldn't speak, she didn't know how to tell her sister about it. She breathes heavily, thinking how can she tell it.
Santana's patience burned up, she does not like it when people make her wait. "Hey! Am I talking to a ghost?! Maria! I said, what happened?" Santana shouts. Maria got frightened, she bit her bottom lip. "Don't tell me. You're pregnant?" Santana stood up.
"Hey calm down San." Rachel stood up and pats her shoulder.
"It's Dad. He's been really ill inside the jail." Maria looked up, bravely. Rachel and Santana went silent. "I can't see him like that." Maria vowed.
"So what?" Santana said. Maria and Rachel got surprised with Santana's arrogance. "He deserved that. He killed someone. And the worst thing was- It's my girlfriend's mother. He really deserved that." Her eyes ablazed fire and burned the whole room." If he didn't kill Brittany's mom, we shouldn't have broke up! It's his fault why we felt misery. I don't care even if he dies."
Maria's heart bursted, "BASTARD LESBITCH! If he dies, mom will die, too."
"What the hell are you saying?" Santana's ready to slap her but Rachel grabbed her arm.
"Mom's dying!" Maria stood up and starts to lose her cool. "She's been worse since she found out that Dad just got a brain tumor. He's dying inside the stinky, rotten jail while she's so worried. She's been waking up 3 times in a single night just to cry and suffer with the thoughts that every nano-seconds, there's a possiblity that dad's going to die anytime! Now, please fuckin' tell me if you still didn't care. Tellme if he still deserve that." Tears fell from Maria's eyes, she sobs as her heart aches in pain.
Santana was pinned to the floor, it's like an earthquake just shook her world, shuttering her heart and soul, remaining speechless.
"Ok now, calm down. Every problems can be resolved if you talk calmly." Rachel pats Maria's back mildly to ease the tension. "Santana, stop being so arrogant." Rachel plead.
"No, let her Rachel. It's the way she wanted things to be. Let her selfishness prevail." Maria walks closer to Santana, looking through her soul. "What happened to your heart, Santana? It's been coated with pure evil. You hate Dad even though we all knew that he can't kill Brittany's mom. Let us die. At least dad, mom and I would die together. And you-You should live alone." Maria silently said but with a hurtful manner. She walks away.
"Maria, wait!" Rachel follows her but Maria shoot her off.
"Sorry." Maria stopped walking. She and Rachel turned around at Santana, a fragile crying woman with her fences down, unable to fight again. She's tired. "I'm so sorry Maria. I've been so selfish." There again, Santana's apologizing.
"Now what?!" Maria shouted.
"You're right. You're always right." Santana walks closer, Rachel holds her hands. "But you're always right 'cause you are." Santana broke the tension with a warm smile and then hesitated to hug Maria. "Thank you for making me realize what I've missed. I've been really mean to you. I promise you from now on, I'm not going to be selfish anymore. I'll try my best, Maria. I'll work harder."
"Mom said that you're working as a stripper? Is that true? I thought you're a working student on Louisville? Why are you here in Lima?" Maria pulled out.
"It's true. But mom have called me earlier and I promised her that I'll stop stripping." Santana whisperes, "Don't tell mom that I'm here in Lima."
"Well don't tell mom that I'm drinking alcohol. Don't tell mine, don't tell yours." The Lopez sisters laughed.
"Awww... How sweet to watch you two." Rachel said.
Maria felt uuncomfortable suddenly. She can sense that someone was eventually looking at them, slight anger on her aura, so she pulled out.
Santana noticed her, Maria has been looking around as if she's searching for something." Maria? What's wrong?"
"I thought I just saw someone staring at us. She's a lady with a blonde hair and then her skin glows like a flashlight but it was colored grey. Some kind of a corpse's skin color. She looks scary." Maria said.
"Wait, a lady with a blonde hair and skin colored grey that glows?" Rachel thinks deeply. "I think she's the angel who saved me. That's why I felt frozen in this room. So, she's a ghost haunting this room?"
Santana had already built up an image of Quinn back on her dream. "Oh come on Maria, you're just drunk and Rachel, your eyes are playing tricks on you. Maybe it's just a glow-in-the-dark grey towel." Santana laughs at the thought of the haunting.
"Santana, can a towel save my life?" Rachel said seriously.
Santana thinks it was nothing but craziness. "Ok, Maria, I'm going to give you some money and then prepare to leave."
"I just heard someone screaming, didn't you hear it? It's like she needed help!" Maria said.
Santana's patience came over the top. "Enough Maria! Here's all my money. Keep it and leave." Santana pulled out all of her money inside her wallet and then a credit card fell to the ground.
Maria noticed the photo of the card. Her breathing pattern starts to be irregular. The picture felt like staring back at her, angrily and then its eyes winked and smirked. Maria was surprised with what the picture just did and then she whispered,"IT'S HER." She lifted up the card which belongs to : LUCY QUINN FABRAY.