Ownership Disclaimer: Glee – the real programme? Get outta here, no unfortunately, not mine, yet! {but I have s1 to s4 on legit dvd}. Ownership and recognition where it's due, and… what's mine is mine too.
Warning: Rated M. FxF, FxM, MxM.
Trigger Warning: Not rape, it's just racy. But yeah, inappropriate workplace scenarios. This is a Santana, Safety Dance. Somewhat Dantana.

If you want to review, go for it, knock your socks off, be nice. I've decided to allow for a lapse in correcting the apostrophe s business for ownership. So this should be the only quality slip in my work. I'm really pleased that so many are interested and respect what I'm only able to do, thanks to the bigger good Man above. I'd love to do shout outs and what I do with my other blurbs, but this {currently} will be free of that.

~ Position of Power ~

I lie in to his arms, in this bed. He reads me more words of delight, poetry of novels. Unfamiliar stories to my educated ears.

How the Hell did this night start? Oh yeah!

"Don't think, just listen." His voice, sore from yelling, but gentle and warm against my ear. "I've bought you something, and this is all I want for you to wear. Then I want to read to you, again."

How many times will we go through with this scene? Seeing as how this will be my last hurrah, may be one more then.

This time though, he wanted me to wear a certain teddy that he'd bought. The box it was in, satin white with a crimson ribbon and bow. He looked at me with such fondness in his eyes, a soft shy smile. I carefully pulled at the ribbon, such anticipation held in his breath and heart.

I wanted to tease him and lengthen the time, but it unravelled easily. The lid sprung open, and he jumped before I did. Inside the tissue paper was a soft shade of pink, and under two layers was the teddy. I searched further, and my heart sunk, no underwear. He left instantly, I changed quickly, put myself in the position, then waited.

I coughed for his attention, he must have been just outside the door, because the handle turned at my first cough.

Our eyes met, and he ever so slowly undressed. It was deliberate and delightful how he undid each button of his shirt, the tie having been absent tonight. Turning his back to me, he removed the shirt and his singlet made him even more attractive. My ladies walls prepared, he's oh-dear-God adorable this far.

He looked over his shoulder to me, undid his belt and slid it out. Snapping the belt, creating a loud echo of attention. This was something my mother had told me about, but never did she explain how I would feel. How could she? Each woman is so different. "Just do as you're told, lie there and take it and soon it will be over."

His honey brown eyes bored in to me as he undid his pants and took them off. Throwing them over a chair, I looked down to his boxers, my face blushing as I saw his cock had escaped.

I quickly looked up again, he's too cute to offend, and after numerous dates, it's the first time I've been fortunate to see this delightful member of his family.

Ignoring himself he picked up a book and crawled in to the other side of this bed. Pulling me alongside and then to lie into his arms, he positioned to read to me.

The yelling had roughened his voice, made it sexier, more dreamy, delightful. Enjoying his arms around me, holding me safe and secure. He turned the pages, I closed my eyes and listened to the lulling sound alongside my ear.

A collected sound of raised and lowered pitches, the gentle speed of his voice, emphasis and accentuated inflections when required, his distinct enunciation and pronunciation of syllables clear in his articulation. More importantly, showing his charismatic self with the attitude and emotions in his tone. All this was conveyed through his oh-so-sexy hoarse voice.

I drifted to sleep too soon, occasionally I would awaken but momentarily. I used to enjoy my father reading me to sleep, but never this intimate, never this delightful, never this turned on and wanting. I sighed!

"And she lived happily ever after. The end." I could hear the book snap shut, but it was a gentle shut and his arm left my side, probably putting it down. I hummed "That was nice."

I was so sleepy to not awaken completely, just aware of being laid back down, rugged up with the blankets and cuddled into. Not even the familiar hand to my hip made me fully stir.

He spooned with me, till ….

~ o ~

My fourth shift at the bakery, today I had learned so much, so far. I already knew about loaves and fishes, cutting and slicing, buns, croissants, and lunch rolls.

I did all that she asked of me, and a little more. I asked more questions, just to interact this way, these so far, are the only times I can share with her. I'm building up the courage to ask her on a date.

"Santana, it really isn't that difficult to understand, you just …." And on she would explain again how to use the cash register and eftpos machine.

I stand with my posture just so, smile and wink for certain customers watching. Except that one sleaze bag, the one over there leaning against the pole. He's always just watching, when will he come and purchase?

I nod I understand, she stands to my right, an arm around and hand on my shoulder, that always slides to my hip. She stands so close, always so close, I could probably feel her panties bunching up if she ever were to really get cross with me.

She must have some Italian in her, with the way she gestures while talking. And once more her body leans so heavily against my side, her breasts firm on my arm. I hear her so clearly as she speaks so hotly alongside the shell of my ear, reaching around indicating the necessary buttons to press on the register.

"…. and that is all you need to know." She steps away, I feel so abandoned. It's a role play, acting, I'm becoming an even better actress than Berry.

The sleaze is approaching, just as she has scratched the side of my arm with her finger nail. I couldn't help from jumping, together they created a God-almighty shiver through my system.

"Santana, are you okay?"

"Sure, yeah, I understand." I nod to the sleaze coming this way, hoping she'll understand. She nods to him and steps aside to observe my sales.

He orders four buns, two French sticks, three party rolls. I tally up, he pays for only half. I wink and put his money in the till, smile and watch him watching me, as I reach and kneel, putting his order into a company signature coloured paper bag.

Another surprising bum. Why are the bums of New York educated and gifted with such speech? At least this one was cleaner, smarter clothing, hair brushed and teeth cleaner too.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Please come again."

He stands waiting for something more, arms around his bought items, slowly licking his lips with an unused-for-so-long tongue. His greedy eyes undressing me and wanting. Like all of the others, his rest on my cleavage, I inhale deeply and tap a foot.

They come back up to meet my "What else do you want?" look. He huffs, "I heard you pay with a smile, … to customers."

"You heard wrong. You pay, I give you your order, you leave."

"A pretty thing like you should always smile to the customer."

I grimace a smile to him. "There, satisfied. Now on you go." Shooing him away like a dismissed actor in my own Hell-hole play.

Speaking of Hell, here comes sex on a stick. Of all the people to come across, this far away from Ohio, this far from Westerville.

"Meerkat?..."

~ o ~

"So you are never going to believe who I saw today. Well …" And on Berry drones, telling me everything and never pausing to let me answer. "…. and then the funniest thing happened …"

On the way to the Forum, thinks I.

I'm amazed how she can cook and serve our dinner while talking. I watch her stirring, tapping the wooden spoon and using it as an extension of her arm waving it around, as she talks about highs and lows.

Brings the pot to the table, slops in some pot stew, puts it back on the stove. I grab some thick bread and apply an annoying amount of butter, as I start to dip, she sits.

"I tell you, if the walls could talk …." How can she now talk and eat and not spill anything? Even with her mouth full of food, she doesn't spray one spit?

Finally a heavy interruption, as our apartment door is dragged open. We both look over, and I appreciate the interruption to her flow.

"Oh hi Blaine, Kurt, we weren't expecting you guyz?" As if they thought she were going to let them say anything, they didn't show it.

Kurt just nods hello to us as he backward drags Blaine, by his tie mind you, and a guiding hand pulling him into their room behind the too thin curtain.

Blaine blushes, as expected and I can't help from face palming. We all hear them thump onto their bed, we, in the apartment and those the next floor down.

At least they've become quieter, well until Blaine's one or two sighs of delight, Kurt's grunts of "Definitely nearly there". Blaine's reciprocated sounds of "Yes nearly there too!", back and forth sounds. Soon enough I'm nearly there with them. Until finally, FINALLY! They've arrived and we're all so f…..g grateful.

I look back to her and she's finished her dinner before me. Absolutely amazing.

"And then, she tells me that at band camp …"

Oh Lord help me now. I stand and clear my dishes, go to the bath room, flush, wash my hands, brush my teeth and use her floss. My heels clickety tap through the living room.

"Oh, and did you know ….?" Make my sofa bed, sit and change my shoes. Pick up a better coat for tonight, more respectable for this date.

"Rachel!"

"… I think I'll have to tell my Dads about it. Because, well I don't think that is allowed. What do you think?"

"Rachel, I have a date and will be home later." That stopped her in her tracks, she looks up to me and blinks. "Pardon?"

"I said, I have a date and will be home later. I have my key."

"Oh, I thought it was movie night with you and I." Oh dear God, she's about to cry. I sit alongside her, hugging her tight.

"Here stop crying." I'm just oh so motherly with her. She sniffles and wipes her nose on the tissue. "You said to get a job and this is one that I have to go to. This one might pay me big tonight."

"Well, in that case, you look lovely and please text me every half hour, so I know you're safe."

"Will do. And Rachel …."

"Because you know there are lots of disease and filthy people in this world, you never know what you might pick up. And …." That's it!

Another Lopez kiss and she's shut up to watch me get up and walk to the door.

Before I shut it, our eyes connect and she resumes breathing. Finally, I can breathe too. If I'm going to kill her, it won't be with a kiss.

~ o ~

Where the hell can he be? I've been sitting, waiting for three minutes now.

This is a lovely restaurant, but I just hate meeting people this way, especially him.

Finally I see him in the distance, wave and think. "Yes, hi there, now get over here."

Him and his latest beau give the porter their coats and are escorted my way. Escorted, ha ha, I hate that word now.

I stand as he pays the staff a tip. "Santana, lovely to see you again." He gives me a real affectionate kiss on my cheek. I think I might die from surprises today.

"This is Mark, and Santana." Meerkat the gentleman, are you kidding me. He actually seems to have changed.

"Lovely to meet you Santana."

"Yes, nice to meet you too Mark."

We all sit, and I consider will we eat first and pretend to socialize or will we get in to the nitty gritty.