A/N: No explanation necessary. Oh, don't look so shocked – you all knew it was coming. … Heh. Coming.
Santana is peeling my soaked shirt from my wet skin before the front door is even closed. I'm kissing her desperately as her cold hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to her. The door slams shut, and we fall back against it with a thump. I pull away breathing hard, and my heart jumps as I realize she's still sobbing. I push her wet hair away from her face, wrapping my arms around her as I try to warm her up.
"I did something stupid Blaine," She sobs into my soaked chest.
I pull her face up to meet mine, brushing my lips over hers. "It's okay, baby. I said you're forgiven - "
"No, no." When she untangles herself from my arms, it physically hurts to let her go. I need her close to me – I need all of her. "I kissed Puck."
For a moment, I am frozen. Santana's gaze is locked with mine, and I am staring at her, breathing hard. Suddenly, an explosion erupts through me. It's so powerful that my vision flashes black. I continue staring at her for one long moment, before my body unfreezes and I am kissing her again. I throw my arms around her, trapping her shivering body in between me and the door. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, yanking her coat from off her shoulders.
"But I love you," She sobs in between the kisses. "It was stupid. And it meant nothing. And I was thinking of you the whole time, and god," I pull away to drag her wet tank top over her shoulders. "Say something Blaine!" I continue kissing her for a long moment, letting my hands trail over the lace of her black bra, letting my fingers dip into the waist band of her tights. "Blaine!"
I grunt, and continue kissing her. "I don't want to talk," I place a wet kiss on her neck. "About Kurt, or Puck, or anything. I just want you Santana. Because I love you and I have fucking missed you," I growl against her collarbone, and begin pulling her tights off her wet thighs.
"We're okay though, right?" She pulls away a little, with a very un-Santana like expression pulling at her lips. "I mean … We'll talk afterwards, right?"
"Yes," I twine my fingers through hers and reluctantly take my lips away from her neck. "Now, let's get warmed up."
Santana's lips are crushing against mine as I reach blindly for the shower tap. "So, y-you're not mad?" She asks breathlessly, as I unfasten her bra. "About Puck?"
Instead of answering, I pull her face towards mine, scraping her bottom lip with my tongue. "No. It was stupid. This whole fight – it was stupid." She looks down to unbuckle my belt, and I take the opportunity to attack her neck with kisses. "This is our fresh start, okay? We're starting clean. I love you forever, and that's not changing."
She pulls my belt through the loops hurriedly, and finally my hand clasps the hot tap. I kick my jeans off and across the room as hot water begins cascading over us. Santana's still wearing her black underwear, and I'm still in my boxers, but we're both too grateful for the rush of hot water that warms our shivering bodies to care about wet clothes.
"But what about - "
"Stop," I drag down my sopping wet boxers and kick them across the shower floor. "I'm not going to be mad about you kissing Puck. Santana, if loving you makes me weak then I'm guilty as charged. I can't stay angry, because I love you, baby. I love you too much."
In a swift movement, she pulls her underwear down her thighs, and kicks them away. The water is strong enough to be warming us both, and for one long moment, we just stare at each other hungrily, chests heaving.
My eyes rake over her naked body. Hair dripping hair, her breasts, her curve of her hips, her thighs, her … I swallow dryly as I feel myself beginning to harden at the sight of her. "Y-you're on the pill, right?" I ask hesitantly reaching out for her. If I start touching her now, I'm not going to be able to stop. It's now or never - and I need to make sure we stay safe.
"Yes, I - " But she never gets to finish that sentence, because I've pushed her against the shower wall. And, oh wow. I've never done this before.
Our bodies are slick from the water, and the feeling of her naked torso pressing against mine is maddening. Her fingers are trailing down my spine, and I grip her hips tighter, letting my tongue tickle the roof of her mouth. My heart is hammering against my chest, and the hot water is beginning to burn my skin. I push against her, and for the first time, we're both naked and I'm rubbing against her – unguarded by underwear, or pesky clothes … We're us.
Simply us.
"We're … We're going to have sex?" She pulls away from the kiss panting hard.
The burn in my stomach increases immensely at her words, and I know she can feel me fully hard against her thigh. "Do you … Do you want to?" I lift my face towards the jet stream of the shower and let the water fall against my face.
I wait for her response, but instead jerk at the feeling of her hand wrapping around my cock, she pushes me forward to the other wall of the shower, and I let my head fall back against it appreciatively. "Yes," She whispers as she begins pumping slowly. "Yes, I want to."
I groan as she leans forward to kiss me, keeping her grip around me tight. My hips are pushing against her hand, desperately searching for the friction that I crave so badly. My knees are weak, and I know that we're not going to be able to stay in the shower for much longer; the heat – of the kisses, the water and the handjob combined - is becoming unbearable.
I groan as she begins moving her hand faster, kissing me desperately, letting her free hand snake around the back of my neck to pull me in closer. Her tongue is licking my lips, dipping into my mouth, teasing my own tongue. My fingers trail up her hips, over her breasts. I break from the kiss to press my lips against her hard nipple. Her head falls against my shoulder and she lets out a muffled moan, moving her hand faster against me, gripping me harder. I buck into her, and let my tongue flick over her nipple, sucking briefly as she pumps me harder.
Her thumb swipes across the top of my cock, and I gasp. "Fuck, Santana. That feels … So … Fucking … good." I gasp, shoving myself against her hand.
She pulls back with a teasing smile on her lips. Oh she looks so beautiful, standing there under the pouring water, naked and smiling. "We wouldn't want you coming early, now would we?" The smirk that dances across her lips is just like Santana.
The old Santana. The girl I've missed so much.
In that moment, I want to throw her against the wall and fuck her stupid. I want her writhing underneath me, screaming my name, panting as I slide in and out, and … Jesus. My mouth is dry, and Santana takes her hand away from my aching cock.
Instead of groaning at the absence, I pull her back to me with a sly smile and kiss her hungrily. One hand squeezes her breast, tweaking her nipple – I relish the feeling of her shuddering against my body, while the other trails down her bare stomach. She gasps a little as my fingers slip into her wet folds – time to repay the favour.
Her teeth graze my lips, leaving playful little nips as I begin rubbing her gently. The shower continues to run freely, and her body is slick. Everything is so … wet. I smile against her kiss as my fingers brush against her clit, and her back arches up as she clings to me.
I slide one finger inside her, tickling her softly. She groans, and buries her face into my neck, running her free hand through my wet hair. The ache between my legs is unbearable, but I concentrate on the desperate sounds fluttering from Santana's lips as I begin sliding my finger in and out of her as my thumb rubs against her clit. Her hands are warm as they grip me tighter, and she slumps against me as I stroke her faster. I'm unconsciously thrusting my hips against her as I finger her, desperate for the friction she was giving me earlier.
"Oh god Blaine," She groans. I lean down to kiss her, sucking her bottom lip and taking it in between my teeth before pulling away slightly. By now, I am fully supporting her body weight and with this level of arousal throbbing through me and the heat of this shower, I don't know how much longer I can hold her for.
"Let's take this to the bedroom," I gasp.
"I want you to fuck me," Santana is gasping as we fall back onto my unmade bed. We are both still dripping wet and naked from the shower. Santana's skin is soft and everywhere.
I prop myself above her, smiling as I kiss her softly. "This won't be just fucking," I whisper shakily. "I'm going to make love to you baby."
A slight blush colours my cheeks and my brain screams at me for saying that corny shit, but Santana is smiling hugely, trailing her fingers down my shoulders. It takes all the self-control I have left not to just start thrusting into her. My cock is aching, and now that we are out of the shower, I can see the glistening skin just below my own hips.
Oh god, I want her.
Santana reaches between us, to stroke me. My head falls into her neck into a mixture of exhaustion and arousal, and I kiss the soft skin there. She pulls her hand away again, to trail it back up my spine and I buck at its absence as she teases me. She's smiling smugly, so I decide to take matters in my own hands.
I pull away from her kiss, and lower my body down the bed, until my lips are resting against her inner thigh. She's smiling down at me, and I let my tongue trail between the fork in her legs. She shudders against me, and I grip her hips, swiping my tongue against her clit. She's wet – wetter than she's ever been, and she groans loudly as soon as my tongue comes into contact with her. If she can tease me, then I can do the same.
Her fingers trail through my drying hair, and I suck lightly on her clit, causing her to buck up against my mouth.
"Harder," She moans, grinding against my mouth. I laugh a little, and her body jerks at the vibrations. My tongue is circling her clit, and I slide my finger inside of her, nowhere near deep enough to bring on the orgasm her body is craving, though.
My cock is throbbing, and I know I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer. I thrust slightly against the bed as I continue licking Santana's folds, trying to ease some of the pressure in my own lower region.
"Blaine," Her voice catches as I dip my tongue inside of her. "I want you inside of me now."
And that's all it takes. I can't wait and longer – I need to feel her. With one last swipe of my tongue, I move my face up to hers again, kissing her hungrily. At the taste of herself in my mouth, she groans loudly. Our bodies are rubbing together: nipples on nipples, hips on hips, groin on groin … Oh fuck. The ultimate friction: I'm sliding against her wet slit, teasing her clit with the head of my cock. She's writhing against me, letting out panting breaths. "Blaine … "
With one last kiss, I slide into her, yelling out as her tightness engulfs me. I'm harder than I've ever been, and I control the urge not to come already as I slip into her. She's wet, and hot, and tight, and …
"Oh god," I moan into her neck. For a moment, we are frozen. My chest is heaving, and Santana's fingernails are digging into my shoulders. She twitches slightly as I slide out of her, and back into her wetness.
I thrust hard into her, once, twice. Her hot walls contract around my throbbing length, and I bite down hard onto my lip. Never have I ever experienced this feeling. This … Fulfilment. She's around me, everywhere.
Santana moans, and I thrust into her again. I reach down between us, and begin rubbing her clit in circular motions as we move in a regular rhythm. I angle my hips, and slip deeper into her. Her back arches and she lets out a satisfied yell.
"Jesus Blaine, there! Oh ... harder!" Her hips buck up to meet mine, and I move in and out of her as our hips slam together. The pressure is burning in my stomach, and it takes everything I have not to come straight away. I know that we won't last long. She scrapes her fingers down my back, her fingernails digging into my skin as I thrust against her. I bite at her neck and she lets out another yell.
Oh dear god.
"I'm … So … Close," I gasp, rubbing her clit harder. She moans in response, and I push hard against her again, and again, and again.
Our bodies move together, and I thrust harder, moaning every time I slide against her wet walls. Her knees begin to quiver underneath me, and I rub her faster, desperately seeking out her impending orgasm. She screams my name, and I feel her walls contract against me. I groan loudly as her body strains against my own. My fingers slip over her wet clit as I thrust into her, and she yells out. I grind hard against her, slamming our bodies together once, twice, three times.
"YES!" Her climax rips through her, and she pushes hard against me, tightening around my cock, gripping my shoulders.
I reach my own orgasm, as I thrust into her tightness again and again. Fuck yes. I quiver, before spilling into her, and filling her up. Her hips buck up, and I meet them with my own downward thrust. She pulls desperately at my hair before pulling me closer and smashing our lips together. I slide in and out of her lazily, milking out every last drop, panting loudly before collapsing against her, resting my lips against her neck.
For a long time, we lay there twitching as the aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through us. My heart is thudding in my chest, and my fingers trail along Santana's hips. She leans over to kiss me sleepily, letting her tongue slip into my mouth for just a second.
"So that was your first time?" She asks a little breathlessly. Her eyebrow is cocked as if she doesn't quite believe it.
"Yeah," I murmur, before kissing her again.
She pulls away, and takes my face in her hands. "And … How was it? Was it what you expected?"
I grin at her. "Better," I murmur. "Much better."
