Two Can Play That Game

"Who the hell does that girl think she is?!" I think to myself as I sit and watch our waitress try to flirt with Santana while I'm sitting right there. I know we're not dating, but fuck; this girl is so trashy with her peroxide blonde blonde hair. I mean, if Santana wanted a blonde, why go with that tramp when clearly mine is better?

Santana glances over to me as our waitress continues to flirt with her, smirking when she sees my impassive look. She knows that I'm jealous, yet she continues to let the waitress flirt with her. Well, two can play that game. "Excuse me, Miss?" I purr to the waitress. She finally looks my way, giving me a quick rake over with her eyes before deciding that I look like I can be worth her time as well.

"Yes honey?" she drawls out in a ridiculous southern accent – we're in Lima Freakin' Ohio for crying out loud! "What can I get you?" she says as she places a finger on my arm, trailing it down towards my hands. I see Santana grit her teeth as I peer up to the waitress under my eyelashes. Serves the bitch right for thinking that she could let the waitress flirt with her while in front of me in order to make me jealous.

"How about your number…and the bill," I say seductively, knowing that Santana has got to be spitting mad at this point that I've one upped her at her own game. The waitress laughs flirtatiously before turning around to go get our bill.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Santana hisses clearly pissed off now, that the tables are turned.

"Oh, just asking for the waitress' number. She looks like a cute little thing, don't you think?" I tell her in a sweet voice. Santana leans back, crosses her arms and grits her teeth in sulkiness as she waits for the waitress to return. I see the waitress gathering up our bill and boxes, so I quickly slide out of my seat and sit next to Santana. She still doesn't look at me because she's pissed, but I have a feeling she won't be soon.

When the waitress is close enough to see us, I lean over to Santana and lick her outer ear with my tongue, causing her to stiffen at the action. I smile against her ear, blowing cool air over where I had just licked. While Santana's focused on my tongue across her ear, I slide my hand down her thigh and sneak my fingers past the waistband of her panties, successfully reaching her rather wet clit. This causes her to moan at my antics, right at the same time the waitress arrives with our things. Apparently the waitress doesn't like Santana's reaction to my touch for she throws down our bill in a huff. I turn to her and say, "Honey, you were never getting any of this tonight. Or ever. This sexy Latina right here is all mine. And me? I'm all hers. So, why don't you go sulk somewhere else and go hit on some other chick because I'm taking this one home and fucking her into oblivion." Both the waitress and Santana look completely in awe at me and how I just handled myself. Santana recovers first, grabbing me by the face and passionately kissing me in front of the still dumbfounded waitress.

"Keep the change," Santana throatily says to the waitress as she looks at me while throwing some bills on the table. "I've got my money's worth right here."

Before I know it, Santana has me outside, pinned against the back of the restaurant. "I need you. Now," Santana growls at me, lust darkening her usual chocolate eyes to an almost black hue. I don't even have so much as a chance to give her my consent before she's popping the buttons on my blouse in a haste to reach my breasts. Her frantic actions have my core already throbbing, so I moan out in pleasure when she roughly palms my breasts through my bra. Now all I need is for her to satisfy the burning need in my loins.

I grab and pull her hair until her lips are no longer on mine, but instead sucking on my pulse point, most certainly leaving me as a marked woman. "Fuck, San," I gasp when she nips me particularly hard before soothing it with her tongue. "If I knew that pulling shit like that would make you act like this, I would have done it years ago!" Santana only grunts in response, too busy marking me as her territory to bother with an actual reply.

The next thing I know, Santana's left hand leaves my right breast unattended. I wine at the loss of contact, but she quickly replaces the lost hand with her mouth, earning her my sigh of approval. Her other hand quickly shoves the hem of my dress up, meeting a bald pussy. Santana herself gasps when her fingers hit my wet slit without any barrier between them. "You wore no panties," she states, though it sounds more like a question.

"That's right. And so what are you going to do about it?" I taunt her as I thrust my hips upward, causing my clit to hit the palm of her hand. Santana rapidly rubs my clit in response, pinching it occasionally as she slides her fingers in and out of my soaked pussy.

Right as I feel my core start to tighten, Santana stops all her movements. "The fu—" I start to say, but am quickly quieted when she replaces her fingers with her mouth. The pure ecstasy of her lips on mine, her tongue thrusting in and out of my pussy before running up my slit to circle around my clit. All of these sensations cause my legs to start to buck, making me thrust my hips against her face with fervor.

"S-s-santana!" I cry out as she brings me over the edge with her skilled tongue. She languidly makes her way back up my body, peppering kisses along the way until she reaches my lips. I can taste myself on her, which causes me to moan with pleasure again. She smirks against the kiss before biting my lower lip, letting it go with a pop!

"That's what you get for being jealous. You should know, Q, that I'm only ever going home with you," she says as she places a soft kiss upon my lips. "Now, because you were aggressive and tried to one up me, when we get home, you're getting on your knees and I'm going to show you what happens to bad girls."

"Oh fuck," I think to myself, feeling myself become wet all over again at the thought of what she has in store for me when we get home.

A/N: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed that oneshot. Sorry that I haven't been feeding your weekly fix like usual, but I hope and the fact that I'm going to be posting up the next chapter for SW, makes up for it. Anyways, you know what comes next: replying to the reviews and comments from the last post! Woohoo!

Chapter 11 (because I don't think this wasn't there when I wrote chapter twelve)

frigidYOLOducks: what do you mean by "specifically a GIRL"? like do you mean not to have her get jealous because a guy was hitting on Quinn? Please explain in a pm if you'd like. Gracias!

Chapter 12

S. Warrior: yes, there is certainly a thing such as shark week! Oh my god, I seriously love it! And yes, I kinda pretty much based Santana's love of shark week after my own self lol and it's your lucky weekend because you get this tonight and then by Sunday, you'll get the next chapter of SW. Actually, since I'm in a good mood tonight, maybe I'll just do both now…