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It all felt so new, but at the same time, I felt so comfortable with it. With Dani's lips on mine. It was a feeling I had felt years earlier, and had longed for in its absence. And despite how incredible it felt, I nearly considered stopping the kiss before anything could happen. I knew that Dani was at least tipsy, and I knew that it would be the right thing—to stop her from making a mistake.

But it didn't feel like a mistake. Her lips moving against mine, her tongue probing the outside of my mouth, waiting for me to let her in. And I did, because I missed this feeling all too much. My lips parted, and my tongue felt Dani's mesh with it. My entire body ignited—every inch of my skin burned for her touch.

Whether she knew that or not, her hands suddenly came to my waist, pressing her fingers against the shirt I was wearing. I wanted it off. I wanted to feel her hands on my bare skin. However, I was still considering stopping this. That would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it? But… she couldn't… she couldn't stop it.

Dani pulled me backwards, toward her bed, and as the alcohol that I had drank took over my mind, we both tumbled unceremoniously onto her bed. Our kiss was momentarily full of giggles, and then we joined completely again, and everything relating to common sense was gone. Somehow, her hands removed my shirt within a matter of seconds, and my skin was burning at her touch. I forced her shirt off at well, and our bra encased breasts bounced against each other.

"Dani," I whispered against her lips.

Seeming to understand what I wanted without me having to say it, her hands found their way around to my back, unclasping my bra. I did the same to her, and as the unneeded pieces of clothing fell away from our bodies, our long separate breast came together. I let a sight out into her mouth, and she moaned. Wrapping her strong legs around me, she pulled me on top of her as she finally laid down on the bed.

I couldn't help myself from detaching my lips from hers and instead moving them to the nape of her neck. She leaned her head back immediately, practically begging me to suck on her skin—which of course, I did. My hands roamed over her abs, and slowly dragged up her incredibly soft skin to her breasts. Dani moaned loudly as my hands squeezed the beautiful boobs that graced her body.

She arched her body into mine, and I was ready for the rest of our bodies to be stripped of all clothing items. My lips transferred back over to hers, and I dragged my nails lightly down her body until I reached the belt loops of her jeans. I pulled demandingly on them, and Dani helped me by wiggling her way out of her jeans. Her wiggle was incredibly adorable, and yet somehow amazingly sexy at the exact time. I would never be able to understand how someone could do that—be two totally different but equally amazing things at the same time.

Once her pants were gone, I immediately began to hook my fingers on the edges of her underwear, but she stopped me from pulling them down. At first, I thought that she was rethinking this whole thing—which probably would have been the right thing to do, but then she grabbed my jeans and forcefully pulled them down and off of me. I was surprised at her determination—I didn't even have to wiggle to help her get my pants off of me.

Once we were both equally exposed, I tore off her underwear and went for it. Something I had been missing for years, something that I never thought I would ever get to feel again. Dani. All of Dani.

She moaned and quivered under my touch as I gently guided her along with my fingers. I heard her moan out my name at least once, and it furthered my mission to make her feel everything that she had been missing since she ran away from home so long ago. In my tipsy state, I managed to make her orgasm at least twice before she decided that it was my turn to receive pleasure.

So she forced me to pull out of her, and then she flipped us over, removed my underwear, and began to make me feel what I had made her feel. I had to admit, that even in her tipsy to near drunken state, she did something completely magical with those fingers of hers. I was almost embarrassed as I started to feel myself drift asleep as soon as she was done making me feel amazing. As I involuntarily cuddled into her, I blamed my tiredness on the alcohol in my system and fell fast asleep.

DANI

I woke up late the next morning, completely naked, and pressed up against a body. Or, specifically, Santana's naked body. I hadn't been flat out pissed the previous night or anything, and I definitely did remember having sex with her, but I felt horribly guilty about it. I had barely seen Santana for a week before I laid her down in bed with me. I couldn't believe myself—first I had taken way too many shots…

I rolled out of bed, suddenly worried about Davis and the party that had been happening at my apartment the previous night. I quickly slipped on some clothing and left my bedroom. Davis was sprawled across the couch, but all other people had left the apartment. Thank goodness, I thought. At least Davis was good about that, while meanwhile, I had been having sex with my high school girlfriend after not seeing her for an incredibly insane amount of time. Whoop-dee-doo.

Not wanting to wake up Davis, I quickly grabbed myself a painkiller, took it down with a glass of water, and hurried back into my room. By the time I got back in there, though, Santana was already awake, and grabbing her clothes off of the floor. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked, my voice soft.

Santana shook her head. "No, I was already starting to wake up when you left the room."

"I… I had to check on Davis," I said, feeling like I needed to apologize for leaving the room. "Do you need any painkillers?"

"No, I'm okay," Santana answered. "I think that I was sober by the time I fell asleep. Or… even if I wasn't, I didn't drink a ton last night." That statement made me feel even worse about the entire situation.

"Um… I'm really sorry about last night, Santana," I apologized quickly. "I… I shouldn't have kissed you or anything…"

Santana shook her head. "No, I should be apologizing. I knew that you had more to drink than me, and I should have been the one to stop the whole thing from happening. But I didn't, and I now…"

"Now?" I gently pushed, raising my eyebrows. Sure, I felt bad about the whole thing, but maybe… if she said something having to do with how she felt…

But she didn't. "I think that I need to go back to New York." I didn't say anything, because I knew that she had to leave, but I didn't want her to. I was greedy, and I wanted things that I couldn't have, even if I knew that I couldn't have them. "This was a disaster waiting to happen anyway, Dani, and you know it. I shouldn't have come here with you, and I shouldn't have… you… I mean… we shouldn't have let this come this far."

"You're right," I stated, my voice small.

"So… I'm going to book a last minute flight for today, and I'm going to fly back to New York," Santana said softly. I nodded. "I'm sorry, Dani."

"No, don't be sorry," I insisted. "You are completely right."

Santana gave me a tight smile, and then finished getting dressed before slipping out of my bedroom to get all of her stuff together.

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