She has the room to herself? Oh man, I can't do this. Okay, stop it, Liv. Just say yes. I turn and look at her, and bite me lip.
"Yes," I say. Wow, so flashy, Olivia. So flashy. Bree laughs and stands up. She walks over to me and slaps me on the back.
"Smooth," she says as she smirks and heads to her own room with Julie.
"So, am I gonna have to carry you to my room, or are you gonna walk?" Santana says to me, laughing.
"Ha. Oh yeah. Probably should move those legs. Ya know, to walk and stuff-"
"Liv, you really should take a chill pill," she says, walking over to me and sliding her arms around my waist from behind, gently pushing me in the direction of her room. "Come on now, stud. I know those legs can move faster than this."
"Wait," I say, spinning around to face her. "Hang on, before this happens I just need to be up front with you." Her arms are still wrapped around my waist. "You should know that I genuinely like you. So before you hit it and quit it, like how you usually do, just know that I have feelings. Feelings that you're going to probably hurt, so just please keep that in mind."
Santana just stares at me for a solid ten seconds. I feel like dying, the anticipation kills me. She finally smiles, and I feel a gentle tug on my hips as she pulls me in for what I've been waiting for the longest time.
Santana's lips on mine.
I melt into the kiss, and wrap my arms around her neck. Woah. "Damn, she's good at this," I think. It's a simple kiss. Not too deep, but not too platonic. No tongue, so it's not sleazy or anything. Just when I was really starting to enjoy it, we broke apart.
"I don't know what you're getting at, but I just wanted you to sleep next to me tonight. I'm all concussed and vulnerable, ya perv," she whispers, smiling into my lips.
I laugh and take her hand in my own. I kiss the back of her hand, and then pull her into her room and shut the door. We climb into bed, kissing the entire time. Kissing Santana is unlike anything else I've done. It's sweet and sensual. It doesn't feel like the boys who constantly try to jam their tongues into my throat. Santana just kisses me innocently. After a while, her kisses get more and more open mouthed and we do end up deepening our kisses. But it just feels good. She moves from my mouth and to my neck, and I literally think I might pass out right there. Her hands roam all over my back and torso.
"There's those abs. I wonder where this leads," she says, sweeping her hands over my lower abs, tracing my sex lines. "Fuck, Liv. You have got to stop being so hot. I don't know if I can keeps my hands off you."
I smirk. "Well I don't know if I want you to." I say, surprised at my own flirtiness.
We go back and forth, basically feeling each other up. But hey. It's not slutty if no one knows about it. I find myself barely able to contain myself when my own hands slip under her shirt. Damn. Homegirl has an even more slammin bod than I expected.
Santana finally settles in under my arm. With one final kiss on the underside of my jaw, we both slip into a pleasant sleep.
