Dani rushed into the restaurant; she was already twenty minutes late and felt guilty for not even sending a warning that she was running late.
"Hey, I'm so sorry," she apologized as she dropped breathlessly onto the chair opposite her dinner companion, "I got held up at the studio, and my phone died like an hour ago, so I couldn't call or text, and then of course the stupid subway-"
"Hey, relax," Santana said with an amused smile as she placed a hand over Dani's to calm the frazzled blonde. "I was late too, Rachel was being unusually needy and wondering why she couldn't join me for dinner. It took me forever to finally get her off my back."
Dani let out a small chuckle, feeling her anxiety melt away since Santana wasn't frustrated in the slightest about her delay. "Literally? Because the image of you giving Rachel a piggyback ride is adorable."
"Ugh, it feels like it sometimes," she muttered, "She and Lady Hummel are all up in my business 24/7. It's a miracle I haven't completely lost it on them yet."
"Why don't you just move out?" Dani asked.
"Believe me, I want to," Santana replied, "But as I still have yet to find a job that I don't want to quit in a week, I can't afford to pay actual rent."
Dani nodded, wondering how much Brittany made and if she couldn't just afford to support them both until Santana found a job she liked. However, she wasn't about to ask. It had been two weeks since 'the conversation' and since then, she and Santana had been spending time as friends in addition to hooking up. They didn't want to risk a repeat run-in at the loft, so daytime hook-ups at Santana's had been replaced with lunch dates or coffee breaks. They had recently gotten over the residual awkwardness from their mini-fight, but the unspoken agreement was that they still didn't acknowledge Santana's relationship.
As she considered Santana's predicament, she realized she did know of a potential job opportunity, "Hey, so I don't know if you'd even be interested, but the studio the band and I record in is looking for a new receptionist."
"Really?" Santana asked, her interest piqued, "What happened to that annoying, anxious girl who was there before?"
Dani chuckled as she thought back to the first time Santana had dropped by the studio, "She was fired. Turns out she was really bad at handling confrontation, which is kind of necessary when you have artists with huge egos fighting over the right to book a particular room whenever they want."
Santana considered that for a moment, "I've applied for a bunch of receptionist jobs, but I never even get called in for an interview because I have no experience."
Dani shrugged, "It's a small studio, I can put in a good word with the guy who runs the place. I can't guarantee it will do much - but I can definitely promise him you'll be better than the last girl."
"That's true," Santana agreed, "I can easily deal with annoying, egotistical artists - look at who I live with."
Dani chuckled at that, "So you're interested? I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to apply."
"Of course I'm interested, it's a job at a place where I might actually make industry connections. Plus, I get to see a lot more of you. Sounds like a win-win to me." Santana gave a flirtatious smile as she took Dani's hand in her own.
Dani grinned at that, the idea of seeing Santana more often definitely had been a motivating factor behind her decision to mention the job in the first place, "Alright, I'll talk to the studio manager tomorrow."
"You're amazing," Santana said she stroked a thumb over Dani's hand, "After dinner we should head back to your place so I can thank you for your brilliant idea."
"I'm not gonna argue with that," Dani said with a playful smirk. She dropped her gaze to the menu, but found she had a hard time focusing when her mind was already fixated on thoughts of what would come after dinner.
Dani made good on her promise to talk to the studio manager about hiring Santana. Her recommendation got Santana an interview, and the stunning Latina's looks made up for her lack of experience and she was offered the job that same day. Dani was glad to be able to help Santana out, but even more delighted by the way Santana very enthusiastically thanked her for helping her get the job.
The day Santana was set to begin her new job, Dani felt more excited than usual to go to the studio. She and the band had scheduled time in a sound booth to record one of their newer songs. They were still working on getting enough decent material together for an EP in the hopes that they'd get some recognition from record labels other than the one that had been playing hot and cold with them for the past few months.
Dani strolled confidently into the building, her gaze finding Santana behind the front desk right away. Since it was her first day and she had zero experience, she was being trained by one of the night shift receptionists. Dani found it adorable to see Santana all professional and hard at work. It made her think back to their days working at the Spotlight Diner together. It had always been a real challenge to keep her mind on the job when someone as gorgeous as Santana was around, especially after they started dating.
Since Santana looked busy, she avoided the temptation to go over, but caught her gaze and sent a friendly wink before making her way over to the sound booth they had reserved.
"Hey Dani," Max greeted as Dani entered the room.
"Hey," Dani greeted Toby and Max, who were the first two to arrive. "Any word on Pete?"
"He and his roommate are on their way over," Toby announced, "Although I don't see why he insists on bringing Vince. I can work the soundboard myself and then we don't have to waste money paying him to do it."
Dani and Max exchanged a look. Pete's roommate had majored in music production in college and was their go-to guy when it came to recording a song. Toby had watched a few YouTube videos and claimed he was just as good, but the songs always sounded noticeably worse whenever they let Toby attempt to do it.
"It just makes it easier to have Vince do it so you don't have to keep running between the soundboard and recording booth," Dani explained, hoping it would ease Toby's obvious irritation at not getting to be in charge of the controls.
He grumbled something about being better, but dropped the topic much to the others' relief.
"By the way," Max said, his attention turning to Dani, "Is that Santana I saw at the front desk?"
"Maybe," Dani said with a coy smile.
"Lesbians are so different from straight guys," Toby commented, "I don't know any dudes who would want their girlfriend to work at the same place as them."
"She's not my girlfriend," Dani corrected, not wanting the guys to ever make a comment like that around Santana. "We just hang out and have fun together. She was looking for a job and I knew this place was trying to find a receptionist, so I put in a good word. That's all."
"Mhmm," Max said with a knowing smirk, "And I bet she was very appreciative of that."
"See, this is why I never want to talk to you all about women," she said as she looked between her bandmates, "I don't even want to know what's going on in your head right now."
"You really don't," Max agreed, laughing and dodging Dani's attempt to smack his arm.
The door opened and Pete and Vince wandered into the room.
"Did you guys see the babe at the front desk? I might have to hang out with you all more often," Vince commented with a grin.
"Careful," Pete warned, a smirk firmly in place as he looked in Dani's direction, "That 'babe' at the front desk is already taken by our little Dani over there."
"We're not together," Dani repeated, really hoping to clear up any confusion before it became an uncomfortable moment in front of Santana. "But she is exclusively into women, so you don't have a chance," she told Vince, feeling a bit proud that she got to sleep with such a stunning woman on a regular basis.
"Bummer, although the lesbian thing is pretty hot too," Vince said as he checked Dani out.
"Oh god," the blonde groaned, "Can we please just start working on the song? I swear I can hear your thoughts and I'm about two seconds from running out the door."
"I don't think it's our thoughts you're hearing," Pete teased, "It's okay, Dani. You're among friends. Feel free to share what's on your mind."
"No," she said as she pointed a warning finger at Pete, "I'm going in the recording booth, if we don't start working on this in the next five minutes, I'm leaving."
"Aye aye, Captain!" Max saluted as he stood up to follow her.
Dani rolled her eyes as she headed into the booth. This was definitely not something she had anticipated when she offered to help Santana get the job. She wondered how much teasing she would endure before the intrigue and excitement died down.
The answer turned out to be two weeks. During that time, Dani tried to avoid being caught talking to Santana when she showed up at the studio. On the occasions one of her band members arrived after her, they couldn't resist making a sly comment or letting out a whistle to tease the two women. It was harmless and seemed to thoroughly amuse Santana, but Dani was still glad when the sight of her and Santana talking no longer elicited much reaction from the guys.
Dani was also glad that the arrangement seemed to be working out wonderfully for both her and Santana. It was so much more convenient to grab lunch or coffee when they were working out of the same building several days a week. It became almost routine to grab dinner on the way back to Dani's place, where they could eat and have sex or watch TV before Santana needed to head home to appease her curious roommates. As soon as the teasing from the bandmates died down, the guys were even invited along on some of the lunch outings or after work drinks. Though there was the occasional teasing comment from time to time, her bandmates seemed to genuinely get along with Santana, which pleased Dani even though she knew she shouldn't be so invested in whether or not her friends liked the woman she was casually sleeping with.
Another benefit of Santana working at the studio was that they once again had a place for their daytime hook-ups. Dani was incredibly grateful to have access to so many soundproof rooms, because seeing Santana in her short, tight, barely-qualifying-as-professional, work clothes had yet to stop having an effect on her.
Dani walked into the studio with her usual content smile. There was no denying that she'd been much happier over the past few weeks since she and Santana had actually discussed their complicated situation.
"Good morning, Dani," Santana greeted in her professional tone.
The blonde grinned as she made her way over to the front desk. She could tell from the smirk on Santana's face that she was already turned on. "Good morning, Santana," she returned the greeting as she let her gaze roam over the low-cut blouse and pencil skirt the other woman was wearing. "Are the guys already here?"
"Toby's running late, so Pete went out for coffee and Max is in your usual room taking a nap," she informed the blonde.
"How do you know all this?" Dani teased, not surprised in the least that Santana was in the loop about her band members' whereabouts.
"Pete filled me in before he left," Santana explained, "I guess for some reason he thought you might stop by on your way in."
Dani chuckled, "It seems like I have some time to kill."
"It does," Santana agreed with a smirk.
"And unless I'm mistaken, it's just about time for your morning break," Dani said as she made a show of glancing at the clock on the wall. It suddenly made sense as to why Santana had looked so horny before she'd even arrived.
Santana beckoned her closer with one finger. Dani immediately obeyed, leaning over the counter until Santana could whisper in her ear, "Dani, I'm so wet for you. I need you to fuck me."
Dani let out a quiet moan at the comment; Santana's words shot straight to her core and she was instantly as aroused as the woman in front of her. Wordlessly, she pushed away from the desk and began heading to their usual room. The fact that it was the same room they had first hooked up in four months ago wasn't lost on either of them.
As soon as Santana closed the door behind them, Dani was eagerly pinning the beautiful woman to the wall as her mouth claimed Santana's in a hungry kiss. She caught Santana's lower lip between her teeth and gently tugged, drawing a low moan from the other woman.
Santana's hands wrapped around Dani's waist, pulling the blonde flush against her as she slipped her tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss.
They exchanged increasingly passionate kisses until Santana seemed to have enough teasing and moved her hands to Dani's shoulders to encourage her to move down.
Dani smirked at the gesture as she pulled away from the kiss. Santana always seemed to prefer Dani on her knees in this room and she had a feeling it was because of the way she had left Santana desperate for release after their first encounter in this very room all those months ago. However, Dani didn't have a problem with Santana's unspoken need for her to atone for her behavior by getting on her knees and bringing her the ultimate pleasure. In a quick move, she dropped to the floor and pushed the black pencil skirt up around the other woman's waist.
Santana used one hand to hold her skirt in place while the other immediately grabbed a firm hold of blonde hair.
Knowing they didn't have time to waste, Dani slid the soaked panties down Santana's thighs, choosing to forgo a comment about how wet she really was for her. She could tell how desperate Santana was from the way she immediately pulled the blonde's head forward, not giving her a chance to tease. The commanding move only heightened Dani's own arousal as she eagerly began licking through Santana's wet folds, drawing an appreciative moan from the woman who had her head thrown back against the wall.
Dani's tongue slowly circled Santana's entrance before she slipped it further inside to gently tease until the grip on her hair tightened and she knew Santana was desperate for more. She leisurely dragged her tongue along the length of her slit before delivering a series of rapid licks to her clit, drawing a gasp from the other woman who arched her hips further into Dani's mouth.
The blonde smirked at the reaction and sucked the swollen nub between her lips, getting a needy whimper in return. At this point, she knew exactly what Santana needed and lifted a hand to slide two fingers into her. She was rewarded with a loud moan and was grateful for the soundproof room, as they would not be able to get away with this in any other public setting.
"Fuck, Dani," Santana murmured as she held the blonde's head in place while bucking her hips ever so slightly in rhythm with the fingers thrusting inside her, "It feels so good."
Despite hearing similar comments numerous times over the past few months, Dani never got tired of it. In fact, she never got tired of anything having to do with Santana.
As she circled Santana's clit with her tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure she knew she needed to get off, she couldn't help but watch the other woman's expression. Santana wasn't looking at her, her eyes were tightly closed and she seemed intently focused on her impending release; yet, she still looked absolutely gorgeous. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, but it did little to quiet the sounds that were now easily slipping out of her mouth.
With a well-timed curl of her fingers that she knew would do the trick, she watched Santana come undone, moaning Dani's name after letting out a series of curse words. After she was sure Santana had come down from her high, she withdrew her fingers and sucked them clean before standing up to capture her lips in a heated kiss. She fixed the other woman's skirt as best she could while her tongue was in Santana's mouth and only pulled away when she felt a hand at her zipper.
"I can't," she protested as she caught Santana's wrist to stop her actions, "I'm sure the guys are waiting on me by now."
"They can wait a little longer then," Santana shot back as she tried to break free from Dani's hold on her wrist.
"And when they come to look for me because they can't help but notice you've been gone a while too?"
Santana grinned as she tore her hand from Dani's grip and used it to push the blonde against the door, "Well, now they can't get in."
Dani quirked an eyebrow, "You're really fine with them knowing we're having sex in here?"
"Oh please, like they haven't suspected as much already," Santana replied as she moved her hand back to Dani's zipper.
Dani couldn't argue with that and decided to just let herself enjoy this, even if she was going to get shit later from her bandmates.
"I'm surprised you were actually trying to stop me," Santana said as her fingers slipped into Dani's panties, "Do you know how wet you are?"
"Yes," Dani hissed at the contact, knowing exactly how turned on she was.
Santana removed her hand and held up two fingers that were coated with evidence of Dani's arousal, "Absolutely soaked for me and you were still trying to leave."
Dani could tell that Santana was in a playful mood and possibly punishing her for trying to cut things short by prolonging the teasing, "Santana, please," she begged as she pushed her own jeans and panties down her thighs to speed up the encounter.
Santana smirked as she slipped her fingers into her mouth, taking her time to clean them off while Dani let out a needy whimper and watched with hooded eyes. "Please what?"
"Please fuck me," Dani replied, knowing that the easiest way to end Santana's games was to play along rather than try and be difficult.
"Only because you're such a good girl," Santana replied as she returned her hand between Dani's thighs, gently stroking through her wetness before slipping a single finger inside.
Dani let out a groan, knowing that the other woman was nowhere near finished teasing her. She tried to be patient, but Santana refused to do anything other than move one finger slowly in and out of her, "Please," she repeated, "I need more," she knew begging was always a good way to stroke Santana's ego and get what she wanted.
Santana let out a thoughtful hum and increased her pace, "Is that better?"
Dani moaned at the faster pace as it was a definite improvement from the slow torture. It wasn't enough, but it was a start, "More," she instructed before catching herself, "Please," she added.
"Oh, is one finger not enough for you?" Santana asked, playing naive even though she knew Dani needed more. In a quick move, Santana pulled out before entering her with three fingers, causing Dani to cry out at the intrusion, "Is this what you need?"
"Yes!" Dani choked out as she tried to focus on answering Santana's question. It was much harder to pay attention now that Santana's fingers were filling her and keeping up the fast pace she had set with a single finger.
Santana seemed pleased with the reaction she elicited as she used her other hand to rub tight circles over Dani's clit, drawing even more sounds from the blonde, "Aren't you glad you decided to stay?"
Dani let out a hum of agreement, finding it hard to answer as her orgasm steadily began to build.
"You should have realized by now that I'm always right," Santana practically purred as she smirked at the blonde.
Dani wasn't whipped enough to play along with that statement and stayed quiet as a silent challenge, even holding back sounds of pleasure in case they were taken as agreement.
Santana stilled the movement of both hands, which drew a frustrated groan from Dani, "Is there something you want to say, Dani?"
Dani shook her head, wanting Santana to get back to what she was doing because she had been so close to her climax.
"Am I always right?" Santana challenged with a playful smirk.
Dani knew now wasn't the time to be stubborn, especially because she desperately needed to get off, "Yes, you're always right," she acquiesced, but in a tone that indicated she was more desperate than sincere.
Santana continued to smirk, but began moving the fingers still inside of Dani very, very slowly.
Dani groaned at the torturous pace, but wasn't surprised Santana was punishing her for her initial silence, "Please, Santana," she begged, hoping her voice conveyed her current distress over the slow pace.
"Tell me what you want," Santana encouraged as she leaned in to nip at Dani's earlobe.
Dani realized that Santana was in the mood to hear her ask explicitly for what she needed, "I need you to fuck me hard," she instructed, letting out a whimper as Santana's next thrust was particularly deep, but still slow, "And fast," she amended her initial statement, rewarded a moment later by Santana picking up her pace. Dani let out a moan and focused on the feel of the fingers moving inside of her. She could feel her orgasm beginning to build once more as Santana kissed along her neck, "I need your fingers back on my clit," she moaned, annoyed when Santana did as she asked but just kept her hand there without moving, as if she didn't know what Dani needed.
The blonde let out a groan, needing Santana to just give her what she wanted because she was so close, "Please babe, I need you to get me off," she begged, unable to handle any more teasing. As soon as it left her mouth, she began to panic. Santana wasn't her girlfriend and they definitely didn't use cute pet names with one another, but in her state of desperation, the term of endearment she had once used so often with her ex came tumbling out of her mouth. She felt Santana's pace falter and she knew right away the other woman had definitely picked up on it and was probably freaking out. However, only a second later, Santana resumed a hard and fast pace with both hands, working Dani towards her climax.
Dani let out a startled moan, not expecting Santana to resume her actions so enthusiastically. Although she was still worried about her slip up, she was having trouble concentrating on anything other than her rapidly building orgasm. It wasn't long before she came with a loud moan, her back arching away from the door.
Santana pulled back, a smug smile on her face as she continued to work her fingers in and out of Dani until the blonde gently pushed her away.
Dani wasn't sure whether Santana's expression was a reaction to getting her off or amusement over her slip-up. Either way, she still felt mildly embarrassed, especially now that she could think a little clearer. "I should, um, get going," she explained as she quickly pulled up her pants.
Santana gave a little hum, smirk still firmly in place as she watched the flustered Dani try to get herself together, "You might want to stop by the bathroom first," she mentioned as Dani stepped away from the door in order to grab the handle, "The sex hair is a dead give away," she explained with a playful wink as she grabbed Dani's ass before placing her hand over the blonde's on the handle to open the door and slip outside.
Dani took a moment to pull herself together before quickly rushing to the nearest bathroom, praying she didn't run into any of her bandmates along the way.
A/N: Please review! The next chapter will be short and essentially just pure smut with a hint of plot, sorry if that's not your thing.
