Santana gasped as she weakly tried to push Charlie off her weakened body, "C-Charlie! Stop. For fucks sake stop."

Charlie stops mid thrust and peers down at Santana, a look of concern on her face. "You okay?" She slowly pulls herself out and leans back to give Santana a bit of breathing room. "I wasn't being too rough with you, was I?"

Santana slumped back into the pillows and stared at Charlie in shock, "Being too rough?" She echoes trying not to laugh but she can't help herself. They had used both condoms in the shower together and that had been nearly four hours ago. Charlie was already on her seventh condom and she hadn't stopped. If anything, she had only gotten harder as the time went on. "You swore you were a virgin!"

A distressed look crossed Charlie's face as she looked over Santana carefully, sure there were a few bruises on her hips and her legs and her neck from all the hickeys she had left but she didn't seem hurt. "I'm sorry—we can go slower."

"No! For fucks sake Charlie, how are you still hard?"

Charlie glanced down at her penis and flushed stumbling back a bit and sitting on the bed and crossing her legs. She grabs a pillow and places it on her lap to cover herself. "I don't know you just smell really good. I thought you liked it—I mean it's my first time I'll probably get, better right?"

It takes her a long moment to realize that Charlie was freaking out in her own insecurity, "Shit Charlie, I don't think I can live through you getting better at this. Hell, you're probably lying to me and you've had sex. Because no one is that good on their first time. No one lasts that long their first time."

"Oh, this isn't normal?"

"No! You're supposed to go to the hospital if your dicks been hard for four hours—are you cheating?"

"Cheating?" Charlie repeats tilting her head.

"Viagra? Cialis? Levitra? What the fuck are you using? I think you may need to go see a doctor." Santana groaned and propped herself up by her elbows to stare at Charlie.

Charlie glances down at the pillow and then back at Santana, "I don't have erectile dysfunction Santana," she says flatly looking at her. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not okay. You've broken me. You've fucking broke my pussy. You're not supposed to be that good. You're supposed to be nervous and sweet and gentle and not fuck me for four hours straight in every conceivable position. For hours on end! I'm supposed to tell you what I like, and I don't know teach you! We're supposed to practice a lot. I was looking forward to the practice. You weren't supposed to be an idiot savant with your dick. So—fuck you."

Charlie tilts her head and shoots Santana a wolfish grin, "Oh. I'm sure I just did to you over and—" Charlie grins at the pillow smacks her in the face and laughs. She stops when Santana simply scowls at her. She holds up her hands in surrender, "I'm sorry. I just—I needed to be the best you've ever had. So, I was super focused on whether you were enjoying it or not."

"What the screams of pleasure, the tearing your back apart with my nails or the begging you fuck me harder wasn't a good indicator that I was in pure bliss?" Santana retorted her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I thought you were trying to make me feel better!" Charlie insists, though she can't lie about that with a straight face and begins to snicker.

"I hate you."

"I love you," Charlie admits watching as Santana's eyes widen at the statement. "I love you," Charlie repeats with a simple shrug. "Not just because you're my mate, but I love you. You don't have to like say it back or anything, I just feel like I should let you know."

Santana reached to grab Charlie's arm and used it as leverage to pull her into a sitting position, she wanted to curl up with her girlfriend—her mate and just sleep for a bit before letting Charlie put her into a sex coma once more. Instead she simply grips Charlie's arm and pulls her towards her weakly allowing Charlie to lean in so she can plant a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you too, Fuzzbutt."

"Knew you loved the wolf more than you loved me," Charlie murmured back.

"Guilty," Santana teased kissing Charlie quickly once more before flopping back on the bed.

Charlie smiled and leaned back for a moment, "Are you ready for round two?" she asks hopefully.

Santana narrowed her eyes at Charlie and points to the pillow, "If you even think about putting that inside me again, I'm going to leave you," Santana informs her.

Charlie puffed out her cheeks slightly irked by the response, she was still horny and didn't quite know what to do. It was Santana's fault, no one should smell that good. "So, we can continue as long as it's not my dick?"

The implication of Charlie's words was clear and the lazy grin on her face was enough to alert Santana to what she had planned. "Charlie. Even though I love Fuzzbutt more, I do love you. If you put anything near that area of my body before I've had a chance to catch my breath I will smack you. So how about you go get me some water and something to eat and then feed me, and we'll get to round two?"

Charlie sighs at this but nods and slides off the bed. Santana wasn't an animal person, and she didn't have her stamina, she should have been much more thoughtful. She would look into the price of a mini-fridge and then fill it with food for Santana so she didn't have to leave her room in the middle of sex. With a nod of her head Charlie scratches her jaw as she heads into the kitchen and opens the fridge letting the cold air hit her in the face. It felt nice against her skin and she made a mental note to also buy Santana's room a fan.

Studying what was in the fridge she finally grabs two bottles of water, and some bacon that Santana had lying around. She also opens a few cupboards to see if she could find a bowl to put the strawberries in when the front door opens and she turns to stare at Brittany.

Brittany blinks and stares back at Charlie who was standing there in the nude and blinks. "Hey Chuck! Looking good!"

"Where are your bowls?" Charlie asks in response not bothered that Brittany was leering at her. When Brittany doesn't answer right away she sighs and goes back to opening random cupboards till she finds them and grabs it.

"So, is San in a sex coma yet?" Brittany asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Charlie's member and looking at Charlie who was emptying the strawberries into a bowl and was smothering them with some whipped cream.

Charlie crinkled her nose at the question, "We're still going to be having sex Brittany, you should probably go away. I thought Santana told you all this?"

"She did. I need to grab my laptop, I should probably study. Or you know—"

"No."

Charlie turns to where Santana is leaning against the wall her legs shaking with effort, she frowns and moves to help her only for Santana to hold a hand up, "I got strawberries."

"Why are you naked in front of Brittany?" Santana demanded immediately, Charlie wasn't even trying to hide her nudity. She sighs and rolls her eyes when Charlie looks down at herself. This was probably one of those animal people things that she didn't understand. She trusted Charlie to rebuff Brittany's advances, and she knew that Brittany wouldn't really care about being rejected. "Brittany, you can't have a threesome with us, Charlie at the very least put on underwear when you're going around the apartment. Understood?"

"But San!" Brittany protested.

Charlie grinned, there was a possessive note in Santana's voice, "Sorry, won't happen again," she promised.

"You guys suck," Brittany muttered under her breath.

"I know, now carry me back to bed," Santana says watching as Charlie carefully balances the bowl and water. She takes the bowl and water and allows Charlie to sweep her off her feet. Santana flashes a smile at Brittany who shoots her a thumb's up and she relaxes in Charlie's arms. "I thought you were modest," Santana admits, "But you're off flashing the goods to everyone," Santana says tweaking Charlie's nipple.

"I've never been modest Santana, you saw those pants that I used to wear back in high school. I was only modest around you because I didn't want to tempt you."

"Tempt me? With your dick?" Santana scoffs as Charlie places her gently on the bed.

"To tease me," Charlie finishes. "I'm still not sure about my control when it comes to you."

"Control? Charlie, you just fucked me six ways to Sunday and then back again, we've done positions that no one else can do."

"I meant my control, I mean this sets a terrible precedent. Now all I'm going to do is think about sex, with you all the time." Charlie groans as she takes a bite of the strawberry. "How am I supposed to focus on anything else?"

Santana laughs, "So I shouldn't give you a blowjob?"

Charlie's eyes widen at Santana, "I'm not going to say no—"

"I mean you make it seem like thinking about having sex with me is a terrible thing," Santana teases.

"I was right to worry about you teasing me!" Charlie puffs out her cheeks.

"Maybe later, right now I just want to cuddle you, I mean they're not as good as Fuzzbutt's but it's close."

"You're going to give me a complex," Charlie grumbled as she pulled Santana closer to her body.

"I don't think you've felt your fur Charlie. It's so soft and fluffy," Santana said dreamily. Fuzzbutt didn't even mind being used as a pillow, it was perfect.

"Yep, definitely going to have a complex," Charlie sighed nipping at Santana's shoulder.