Sebastian lead her up to his bedroom, he opened the door and pulled her through the door, she walked through the door quickly and kicked the door quickly, he pulled off his Dalton Academy blazer and through it on the sofa at the end of his bed, she then kicked off her heels to the side and stood flat foot in front of him, he looked down at her.
"Wow," he said to her, "You're small."
"Well," she replied, "We can't all be as lanky as you are."
"Fair point," he shrugged. He then kicked off his shoes to the side of him and started unbuttoning his shirt quickly and shrugged it off his shoulders allowing it to drop down to the ground. She then pulled her grey crop t-shirt over her head and threw it down to the ground. He unfastened his belt and pulled it through the loops and dropping it down to the ground, he then popped open his trousers button, pulling down the zipper, he pulled down his pants quickly and tossed them to the side, Santana also did the same thing and placed her hands on her hips.
"Well," she asked him.
"Well, what?" He asked her back with a raised eyebrow.
"Well are you gonna drop your pants?" She asked him again, "Or are you gonna make me do that for you too?"
"Too?" He questioned her, "What have you done for me before? I was the one who suggested that we had a casual, platonic relationship."
"Just pull down your god damn pants," she demanded.
"God," he responded, "You're demanding, you never warned me about that."
"Just pull down the god damn pants," she repeated again.
He rolled his eyes, he bent down and pulled down his boxers down to his ankles, he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, he leant back up and placed his hands on his hips.
"I can work with that," she said as she tilted her head to the side looking down at his penis.
"Very funny," he responded, "Now your turn."
It was now her turn to roll her eyes as she bent over and pulled down her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them she kicked them to the side and also placed her hands on her hips. He tilted his head to the side, he pushed out his bottom lip and nodded.
"I could work with that," he nodded.
"Let's get this over and done with," she told him as she took a step towards him, she raised up onto her tip toes and placed her hand on the back of his neck, leaning up to him she crashed her lips onto his and kissed him passionately. He bent down and grabbed underneath her knees and lifted her up in the air, she then wrapped both of her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. As they passionately kissed one another, Sebastian made his way over to the bed, he kneeled onto the bed, his hand pressed onto the mattress with his other hand supporting her back, she still had her arms and legs wrapped around him and her small frame clung onto him as he crawled up the bed, the texture of the 100% cotton duvet cover brushed against her back, her long brunette locks glanced across the bed, as he finally reached the pillows at the top of his bed, Santana unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lay down on his bed whilst still kissing her. He pulled the sheet on the bottom of his bed up and over them as he kissed her.
"Grab my hair," she mumbled into the kiss. He broke away from the kiss and looked at her strangely.
"What?" He asked her with confusion.
"I'm directing you what to do," she informed him.
"You do know that I have done this before," he informed her, "You're not my first time otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to this."
"Oh I know," she admitted, "I can that this isn't your first time because you know what you're doing, it's just, I'm just telling you what I like."
"But your hair is tide back in a ponytail," he told her.
"Okay," she said sitting up slightly, she placed her hand on the scrunchy securing her hair in the tight pony, she unravelled it with her fingers and pulled the scrunchy out of her hair, she placed it down on the bedside table beside them and ran her fingers through her hair to allow her long dark brown locks fall over her shoulders. "Better?" She asked.
"Much," he replied.
"Good," she said as she lay down on the bed, her dark brown locks spread across the pillow under her head.
"So," he asked her, "You want me to grab your hair?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "I find it very sexual and passionate."
"Muh, okay," he shrugged and leaned back down to her kissing her passionately, he had one hand placed on the bed as he held his weight with his muscular arms and his other hand reached to the back of her head and laced his fingers through her hair.
"Grab it," she mumbled into the kiss.
"I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled back, "I can be heavy handed."
"Just grab my damn hair," she muttered into the kiss. He shrugged one of his shoulders and grabbed her hair softly as she moaned into the kiss, he trailed his kiss down to her neck and sucked on it softly.
"Don't give me a hickey," she told him.
"Wasn't planning on doing," he mumbled into her neck as he kissed it.
"Because I don't want people knowing that I'm having sex," she told him.
"I'm okay with people knowing I'm having sex," he mumbled as he carried on kissing her neck.
"But you're not gonna tell anybody," she warned him, "Because that's one of the rules to not tell anybody about us having casual sex."
He lifted his head up and looked at her. "Look," he told her, "I'm not gonna tell anybody that I'm having sex with you, but I'm not gonna deny that I'm having sex if somebody asks me." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow with confusion, "It's a guy thing," he shrugged.
"That's actually understandable," she shrugged and nodded. He returned the gesture and leant back down to her neck kissing it softly once again. She stroked her fingertips down his arms, stroking her fingertips against his skin, he broke away from the kiss and looked at her.
"What?" She asked him curiously.
"That felt good," he informed her.
"Then I'll do it again," she admitted.
"Good," he nodded as he leaned back down to her and carried on kissing her neck, she too carried on stroking her fingertips against his skin as she stroked her fingertips down his back, tracing the muscles in his back. He carried on kissing his way down her body and kissing between her breasts as he trailed his kiss lower and finally disappeared underneath the sheets.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" She asked him.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled as he carried on kissing her skin.
"Well," she admitted, "I do have a specific way in order for me to enjoy it."
He popped his head from under the sheet and threw the sheet off his head and allowed it to rest on his back. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Why am I not surprised?" He told her.
"It just has to be done a specific way," she informed him, "Otherwise you'll be wasting your time when you're doing it."
"Because you used to fake orgasm when other people had done it to you?" He responded with a nod, "Why am I not surprised by that either?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'll guide you through it," she told him, "Then you won't get it wrong."
"I could actually know what I'm doing, you know?" He informed her.
"Just do what I tell you to do," she demanded.
"Jeez," he said, "You're such a demander, I didn't sign up for this, you know."
"Just do it," she told him. He rolled his eyes and retreated back underneath the sheets. He leant down to her and carried on kissing her skin.
Santana sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her bra strap up her arm softly, her back was to him while he lay on the bed with his bed sheets covering him from the waist downwards with his bare, muscular chest on show. He rested his hand on his hands as he watched her getting changed.
"You know," he smiled, "You sure have a bony ass."
"And you have a donkey mouth," she responded sassily, "So, I guess we're even."
He laughed and shook his head slightly. She leant down and grabbed her grey cropped t-shirt from the ground and threw it over her head, she placed her arms through the sleeves and fixed her t-shirt, she leant down and grabbed her jeans from the ground and pulled them up her legs, fastening up the button on her jeans and pulling up the zipper, she stood up and turned around to face him.
"I hate to admit this," she said to him, "But you're actually the first guy who has actually pleasured me without my help."
"You see," he shrugged with his arms stretched out to the side, "I told you I knew what I was doing."
"It's just," she continued, "I'm specific."
"I gathered that," he responded.
"Listen," she smiled, "I gotta go but I'll call you when I need you," she walked over to her shoes and stepped into them, raising her four inches taller than her original height.
"Not unless I need you first," he called with a smile. She glanced over at him and pointed at him.
"Don't push your luck," she told him as she turned on her heels and headed over to his bedroom door, she placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it and pulling it open, she stepped out of his door and closed it behind her as she walked down the hallway towards the stairs, her heels clicking on the wooden flooring.
As he listened to her heels clicking on the wooden flooring he glanced to the side to notice her scrunchy on his bedside table, he reached over and grabbed it, he sat up and gathered the silk sheets around his waist, swivelling to the side of the bed he planted his feet on the ground and stood up, he walked over to the balcony doors, he stood at the doors and he turned the key in the lock, unlocking the door he pushed it open and stepped onto his balcony just as Santana made her way out of the front door, he noticed her and whistled through his teeth at her and she turned around to look up at him.
"You forgot something," he called as he tossed the scrunchy down at her, she cupped her hands together as the scrunchy fell into her hands. "Can't believe you forgot your trademark, people would definitely think you were up to something." He winked at her cheekily as he stepped back into his room closing the balcony doors behind him, turning the key in the keyhole locking the doors behind him.
Santana smiled to herself and turned back on her heels, she started walking down the pathway as she gathered all of her hair together pulling it back into a slicked back ponytail, she tied it up nice and tight with the scrunchy, dropping her hands down to her side she headed towards the main gate and pressed the button to the side of the gates opening it up electronically, she stepped back and allowed the gates to slightly before she slide through the gap between the opening gates and making her way home to Lima Heights.