You're standing at her door with your duffle bag over your shoulder, shifting on your feet nervously. You know that Santana invited you to stay with her for the week of Spring Break and really she's been talking about it non-stop, but you can't help but be hesitant. You almost fucked this whole thing up before it even started and there's still that little nagging feeling that she's going to get tired of you. I mean, things are going great, she's perfect and -
"Are you going to come in or are you going to spend the remainder of the week staring at my front door?"
You jump a bit and look up to see Santana standing there with an amused smile on her face. You didn't even hear the door open…
"How did you know I was out here?" you ask.
"You said you were on your way like 15 minutes ago, you only live 5 minutes away. So I looked out the peephole and there you were. Looking like you weren't sure how you got here"
You blush and look down, you're not sure why you're being so weird about this. Since you and Santana have started dating, you've been strangely… cautious about your actions. A few months ago, you would have strutted into her apartment with a smirk on your face and had her panting and squirming before she could say hello. Now you just, you have no game. You guess that when feelings became involved and you realized (or Santana forced you to admit) that you wanted something real with her, you had to start thinking ahead and stop thinking with your vagina. It still makes you a little embarrassed to be so nervous and you're determined to get some of your confidence back.
Santana reaches out to grab your hand, pulling you into the house before shutting the door and pressing you against it.
"Hi, baby." She whispers while littering kisses to your face.
"Hey, I missed you" you reply around a smile before flipping her around and pressing a smoldering kiss to her lips.
You don't know what you were worried about, this week is going to be awesome.
It's been 2 days and it's been the best 2 days of your life. Neither of you have worn clothes unless it was absolutely necessary like to get food. Currently, you are on your knees in the shower with Santana writhing above you. She's got one hand clenched in your hair, her nails biting into your scalp and the other pressed to the tile of the shower wall. Her head is thrown back and she's groaning so loudly that you're afraid her neighbors can hear the echo through the walls. You're watching her while you work your tongue deeper and deeper trying to see how loud you can make her scream. You can feel her clenching around your tongue and you know that she's not far off from her release. You squeeze her hip to get her to look down at you and your stomach swoops at the intensity blazing in her eyes. You glide your hand over to rub tight circles around her clit and just watch as her jaw drops, her brow furrows, and her body stills before she's screaming your name and arching off the wall and further into your mouth. You keep working your tongue, slowing down gradually, cleaning up the mess you made, until she reaches down and pushes your face away with a grunt. You stand and glide your shower warm body slowly up hers pressing kisses along the way. You're pretty sure that the only reason she's still standing is because you are holding her up. Her eyes flicker open and she looks absolutely dazed.
"I feel like jello. I don't think my body is equipped to handle this many orgasms in such a short period of time" She mumbles out, draping her arms around your shoulders and pressing her forehead to yours.
You giggle and press a soft kiss to her lips, "Come on, let's get out, the waters getting cold anyways."
You turn the shower off and grab a fluffy towel to wrap her up in. She shuffles out of the bathroom and flops onto the bed face first. You dry off a bit, throw the towel in the hamper and walk in after her. You're expecting her to be immobile for a little while, so you stretch out beside her on the bed and close your eyes. What you don't expect is to almost immediately feel her hand snaking its way between your legs and long fingers running up and down your inner thighs. Your breath hitches and you roll your head to the side to look at her.
"I thought you were jello?" you breathe out.
"I'm better now, and you're in big trouble" she husks out, sitting up and shucking her towel onto the floor beside the bed. You're not sure you'll ever get over the way your stomach swoops at seeing Santana naked. And the predatory look on her face as she crawls over you just makes the swooping turn into clenching and you really are in trouble.
"So… I was thinking.. " Santana starts.
"Uh oh" you giggle out, receiving a swat to your arm.
"Hush, you. I was thinking, what if we went to the science museum? I've heard there's a new planetarium show on the "Secret Life of Stars". It's supposed to be about how stars are formed and how the type of star determines how long it will live. I thought it might be kind of cool and um, maybe we could do like a picnic or something afterwards? At the park next to the museum?"
You stare at her adoringly and lean down to press a firm kiss to her mouth.
"That sounds awesome but are you sure you'd be into that?"
"Yeah, I mean, I don't know a lot about it but it'd like to learn more. It's something you're passionate about... and what better teacher than bonafide genius and future Neil Degrasse Tyson, Brittany S. Pierce?"
You can feel the heat in your cheeks, you can't explain how much it means to have her believe in you so assuredly. You roll onto her so that you're straddling her hips and grin down at her.
"It sounds perfect. But wait… that means we're going to have to put on clothes doesn't it?" you mock pout.
She barks out a loud laugh and rolls her eyes with a smirk. "Only for a little while. But I'll make it up to you, I promise, " she replies with a wink.