Santana felt Sebastian all over her.
His tongue was quick, sliding in and out of her mouth. It was sweet, and had the sharp edge of alcohol. His hands were bigger then Brittney's but slimmer then any other boy's she had come across. They moved up her sides, down her back, across her chest. They darted around her body, never staying in one place very long.
She removed his shirt, his tie, throwing them on the ground. She helped him take hers off, throwing that to the ground too. She fell onto the bed, letting him balance on elbows over her.
He pressed his body into hers, and she could feel his warmth pulsing from the lower part of his body. Santana couldn't help herself; she hadn't touched one in so long, and she wanted the unique feeling of warmth and wetness. She reached down into his jean, sliding her hands into his boxer briefs….
And he pulled away. She watch in astonishment and he darted upright, panting. "No", he said, moving her hand to lay across her stomach.
"No?" She sputtered. "What do you mean 'no'?" She bolted upright as he walked across the room, zipping his jeans, and tugging his shirt back over his head.
"I don't understand!" She cried. "I thought you wanted this!"
"And now I don't." Sebastian shrugged, spraying himself with cologne.
"But… I felt how turned on you were…"
"Listen Santana." He spun to look at her. "I want you, trust me, I do. But you aren't over Brittney." He took a sip of water that rested on his nightstand. "And I would be the asshole who takes advantage of you."
"But… This will help me get over her." She said stupidly. The thought of Brittney was bringing back old memories; of them kissing in Brittney's bedroom, of them holding hands under the napkin at Breadsticks, of them telling each other they loved one another in the school hallway.
"You're thinking of her." Sebastian said. The way he said it wasn't harsh or mean. Just matter of fact.
"So I still love her." Santana shrugged. "No big deal. Nothing sex can't fix."
"Sorry." Sebastian smirked. "But you aren't getting it from me."
"Why?" Santana freaked, jumping off the bed and storming over to him. "What was your deal then? Why did you make me question myself, and then make me want you? Was it to play mind games with me?"
"No Santana." Sebastian shook his head, walking around her. "No."
"Then tell me!" She grabbed his arm and spun him back to her. "I want to know your deal. And I want to know now."
"You can't always get want you want." He tried to shrug her off.
"Just tell me." Santana lowed her voice and looked in his eyes. "Please. Don't play with my feelings." Her voice broke.
Sebastian was silent for a moment and then he met her eyes. They were soft and sad. "Because." He said quietly. "I'm not using you. Because I actually care about you."