Miss Harper's POV:
I was sweating. The old, worn out wood of the table beneath me caused an aching in my shoulder blades as I arched my back off of it, my hands flaring until they found the ridges in the side of the wood. I held it until my knuckles turned white, gasping and finally releasing my lip that had previously been stuck between my teeth to let out an audible moan. It was louder than I anticipated, a true representation of how good everything she was doing to me was but I made a mental note to quieten down. The last thing I needed was someone walking in to find Santana Lopez between my thighs. Sure, the doors had locks, but I didn't possess a key and I did kind of get off thinking about how risky this was. One of my hands moved to my forehead to brush my sweaty hair away from it. It would be greasy when it dried out no doubt. She had been working on me for what felt like hours but probably only around half an hour, edging me closer but never giving me what I so desperately needed, no matter how much I tightened my thighs around her head, she was persistent and set on doing things her own way. It intrigued me how she seemed so careless, not minding to take her time, even if lunch was almost over. If anything I had expect her to rush, make me come as quickly as she possibly could so that she could get her turn. I hadn't even got to pleasuring her yet and I probably wouldn't at the pace she was going, she didn't seem to care and it made me smile that she was content to make me feel this good when she wasn't likely to get anything in return. So good. I was close and I whimpered, looking down at her as my back arched once more, so ready to meet my orgasm. I did briefly wonder for how much longer would the table she had so gently laid me down on be able to withstand my weight. I forgot all about it when I felt my muscles begin to contract, hissing at how close I was for maybe the tenth time. She pulled her tongue away from me again and I could feel her hot breath against me as she let out a soft giggle, watching me. "Santana." I groaned, pouting at her. She came back up for a kiss like she had every other time and I ignored how strange it felt to taste myself against her lips to let my tongue caress hers, my fingers lingering over her jaw for a while before moving to her neck, holding it as we gave each other slow, passionate kisses. She pulled away and I sighed, laying back and waiting impatiently, wrapping my legs around her neck again as her lips found the most sensitive spot on my body, sucking on it and starting to work me back up. I gasped and my body jolted upwards before relaxing as she set her pace, a pace that I was more than pleased with, hoping that she would let me come soon before the bell would ring and she'd have to leave. This time she seemed more determined, as though her ultimate objective was to make me explode rather than tease me like she had been. I hoped. Sure enough I felt the pressure build within me and this time she didn't pull away, getting even more persistent. "O-oh god" I mumbled beneath my breath, feeling my orgasm so, so close and I just hoped she wouldn't let me down now. She didn't and my muscles started to contract again, squeezing me and making me gasp once more. "Santana" I heard her name fall from my lips as I reached my climax, a waterfall gushing from within me. I could feel her lips curl into a smile against me as she helped me to ride it out, taking her time to savour everything I gave to her. My chest was rising and falling so quickly and I was out of breath, panting. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had paid me that much attention, made me come like that. I relaxed back on the table and I knew that my body was sticky all over. I had just had my most favourite workout and I felt good but tired. Eventually she finished between my thighs and pulled me until I was sitting upwards, standing between my legs with her arms wrapped around me. I was like jello and I knew that without her support I probably would fall back against the hard wood of the table. My face fell forward, resting my forehead against her clothed chest as I breathed in and out deeply, trying to regain my sense of awareness and consciousness almost. One of her hands moved up and ran through my hair. It felt good and I smiled. I smiled even bigger when she kissed the top of my head before lifting it so that she could kiss my lips again. I sighed against them and looked up at her when she pulled away. She smiled at me and I blushed, mumbling an awkward and quite frankly lame 'thank you' under my breath. She giggled at me and nodded. My body aired out for a few minutes and I was surprised when she helped me to redress, kissing me again and telling me that she'd see me after calculus before leaving.
My eyes shot open and I sat up in my bed, taking note of how sweaty my naked body was and how heavy my breathing had become. It had been so vivid that it could almost be considered reality though the throbbing between my legs suggested that I hadn't been satisfied at all. I fell back against my pillows and thought about how inappropriate everything was. Firstly, I shouldn't be dreaming about my student like that at all... no matter how close we were becoming. Secondly, I shouldn't be thinking about anyone like that when my fiancé had ended our relationship only hours ago. Lilly. It only took the thought of her to send me into a crumbling mess of nothingness. I sobbed for the fifth or sixth time, letting go of my emotions, all of the resentment and bitterness that I felt towards her to just hurt. I was hurting. It hurt that she had been the one to end things when she had been the one treating me appallingly. Who gave her the right to leave me like this? Perhaps it was all my fault, perhaps I didn't fight hard enough. But I didn't have any fight left in me. What was there to fight for? Why did she do it? What were her reasons? I wasn't sure that I would ever know. I was shaking and it wasn't because of the earth shattering orgasm I had just experienced in my dream. Tears were flooding my cheeks and I raised my hand to wipe them away, wincing at the stinging in my cheek from where she had hit me. The memory only made me cry more.
I must have cried myself to sleep because I woke with a migraine, feeling disorientated. It took me longer than usual to come to, to drag myself away from my bed for a shower. I stood beneath the spray and stared ahead at myself in the mirror. There was a purple bruise just below my eye and the sight of it forced tears down my cheeks again. I hurried myself into some clothes, not working hard to impress Santana for once and settling for something more comfortable within my professional capacity. I didn't feel like being a sexual object today. It took me longer to try to cover the mess that had become my face, carefully trying to cover everything that needed to be covered. I let Jase take me to work like always, not talking to him even when he prompted me to, sighing and flashing him a half smile when he pulled up outside of the entrance. I grabbed all of the ungraded papers that I was supposed to complete the night before and headed inside, noticing how Jase and Santana waved at each other briefly before heading straight into homeroom. She followed after me and took her seat but I avoided her eyes, knowing that if anyone noticed my current state, it would be her.
Santana's POV:
I relaxed only slightly when I saw Jase pull up with her in the car. At least she was alive and well or so it seemed. She had been on my mind ever since the night before when I had reluctantly left her to sort out her personal issues. Maybe there wasn't even a problem and I was just reading too much into it all. I hoped that, that was the case and that she hadn't gotten into any kind of trouble. I relaxed even more when Jase acknowledged me, giving him a wave back before heading in for homeroom. I hoped that we would get the opportunity to continue things that we had been forced to abandon before. I didn't know much, but one thing I did know was that I didn't know for how long I'd be able to resist her lips.
It registered that she seemed kind of spaced out, not really 100% herself. She stared off into space instead of starting roll call and I decided to do something to catch her attention. Some of the jocks were looking at her the way I usually did and I shouted over at them that they were perverts. It did manage to catch her attention and she scowled at me before settling into a half smile. "Thank you very much, Santana... now, if you wouldn't mind, no need to interfere." she told me and I immediately noticed that something was out of place, something wasn't right I just couldn't quite figure it out. She caught me studying her and turned away, doing roll call and dismissing us. I had no choice but to follow after everyone as her first period class flooded in. I watched as she painted her face with the fakest of smiles for everyone walking in and wondered for how long she'd manage to maintain her façade before it got the better of her. Now I knew that my fears were reality, I assumed that she'd probably last until study hall when I'd quiz her about what was troubling her. Needless to say that I wouldn't be taking advantage of her vulnerable state to commence yesterday's activities. I found myself caring immensely about her and whatever was going on in her life. Maybe because I feared myself being the cause of her troubles but also because I was warming towards her, how could I not?
I barely managed to get through my classes, finding myself assuming so much. Maybe her fiancé had seen us kissing? Maybe it wasn't her fiancé at all and someone else was troubling her. Either way I felt like I needed to know about it, like it was my business almost when it really wasn't. I mulled over whether she would open up to me and decided probably not, why would she? Yes, we'd shared a few kisses but nothing that would make her confide in me, I just hoped that she wouldn't reject my offer of someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, if she needed it. Why was I worrying about her so much?
I walked to study hall with purpose, taking my seat and watching her for just a few minutes whilst I looked over who had bothered to turn up. There wasn't many of them and those that had turned up had earphones stuffed in their ears, their heads buried in books. I looked back at Dani who was furiously rubbing her forehead, grading a stack of papers sat in front of her. I pulled out my calculus textbooks and workbooks and headed over to her desk, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her. She looked at me for a second before turning back and scribbling her markings all over the paper. I waited patiently and it seemed to irritate her a little because she looked at me again, her eyes narrowed. "Yes?" she asked impatiently, like a child and I crossed my legs. "What is it? Come on, out with it" I replied with raised eyebrows. It caught her off guard because she looked back at the paper before looking at me. "I'm busy, Santana" she said and I nodded although I didn't believe her for a second. I sat back in my seat, happy to wait for her as long as I needed to, but it only pissed her off even more. "Can I help you with something?" she asked, lifting her head completely, staring straight at me. My jaw dropped open when I saw it and she quickly looked away, letting out a shaky breath. "Look at me" I demanded, hardly believing my eyes and needing to make sure. She didn't look at me and I said it again. "I told you to look at me, Dani" I whispered, softer but more insistent. I cracked her because she did look at me, her eyes watery and unsure. "What?" she managed to get out and I almost didn't know what to say, knowing that anything I wanted to do, hug her, comfort her, support her would just look awful in front of the other people in the class. "W-who did this to you?" I asked, trailing my eyes over her beautiful, bruised face. "Please" she pleaded and I realised that a tear had made its way down her unusually pale cheeks. "I can't... I mean, I don't want to talk about it." she said, looking away from me. My hand reached for hers beneath the table and though she seemed hesitant at first, she relaxed and let me intertwine our fingers. "You can talk to me" I told her but she shook her head, adamant that she couldn't. "You can, Dani... You can talk to me about anything" I reassured her, my thumb stroking her knuckles. She sighed and looked at me, squeezing my hand. "I really need to get these papers marked, I should have done it last night." she admitted and I nodded my understanding. "Well then... give me your phone number, that way we can talk whenever we need to" I suggested, not finding it too big a deal considering she had asked me to text her the night before. She looked unsure and I wondered what could have changed in the last 12 hours for her to question giving it to me. "I promise, I'll keep to myself, I won't save your name.. It's just, you need to work now and I probably should too but we should talk, I mean you shouldn't feel obligated to, but in case you need to then we can" I told her and it seemed to make the decision easier for her because she opened my workbook onto an empty sheet and wrote her number in a perfect straight line. "Okay..." she said, closing my book for me and giving me a small smile. "Call when you're home?" she asked. It surprised me because I had only planned on texting her, but of course, if she wanted me to call her, I would. I nodded and she smiled at me like she usually did. "Do you need a ride home, or have you already asked Jase?" I asked, it all felt so familiar and I kind of liked it. She shook her head. "No, but I will at lunch. Don't worry, just don't forget to call please" she asked, her fingers playing with mine. I nodded and gave her hand a final squeeze. She was reluctant to let go but eventually loosened her fingers, letting me put the chair back in its usual place and head back to my seat.
Miss Harper's POV:
It was hard to doubt that Santana cared about me when she behaved like this. It wasn't her responsibility to check on me, to offer me support but she did it anyway and I was conflicted on how it made me feel. I mean, it made me feel good but I knew that it shouldn't make me feel like that for multiple reasons. 1. Lilly. 2. She was my student. It was infuriating. But even so, I gave her my number without almost any reservations and embarrassingly almost begged her to call me. I needed all of the support I could get right now and I wasn't going to worry too much about where it came from. I also wondered what it meant for me and Santana. I mean, I knew we weren't anything and probably never would be, but I knew that I wasn't in the right frame of mind to be kissing her and whatever else right now, but would spending time talking to her, confiding in her change things? Could she use it to her advantage or could it make it harder for me to resist her? I didn't know, but I decided not to worry too much about it for now.
My classes dragged on and on and I found myself not able to keep up with my usual pace, struggling to wrap my own head around some of the things that I was teaching though I hoped I managed to conceal that quite well, not wanting any of my students to lose faith in me. Santana's class were last and like usual they were relatively easy on me. Being seniors, they didn't tend to cause too many disturbances and thankfully, a lot of their work was independent so they answered things that I was struggling to comprehend instead. Santana stayed behind after class to check on me again. It felt good to be around people that had the right mentality to support me emotionally, I needed it right now. "Everything okay?" she asked and I nodded. She helped me collect all of my things and carried them out to Jase's car. The car park had already cleared out almost completely and I instructed her to lay the things on the back seat. She did so and I smiled and told her thanks. She said hey to Jase and he smiled. "Hey, Santana. How are you?" he asked and they began a small conversation about their days and ended up indirectly talking about me. "You know what's going on?" she asked him and I narrowed my eyes, still standing close to her. "Yes, she hasn't filled you in?" he asked. "Nope, not yet but she will" Santana replied and I spoke up then. "I am here, thank you very much." I said, my voice showing slight hints of aggravation. "Sorry" she said with a smile, wrapping me up in her arms and giving me a huge squeeze, kissing the side of my head. I let my head rest on her chest for a while whilst they finished up talking and reluctantly pulled away when they were. "Don't forget to call me" I said, looking up at her and she nodded, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face before helping me into the car. She closed the door behind me and waved with her fingers, getting into her own car and driving away. "Are you sure you don't want anything more than sex from her?" Jase asked me and I didn't offer him a response, resting my head against the window and closing my eyes.
Santana's POV:
I drove home and felt way more at ease than I had the day before. My parents were home and it was a welcome surprise to come home to a house that wasn't empty. Mom had cooked and that had been another thing that I had missed, authentic, Spanish home cooked dinners and I happily sat down at the table with them. We talked over our last couple of weeks and I obviously left out every detail about how I had made out with my teacher, not that I would tell them if I had made out with anyone. "How is that girl you were seeing? Is it working out?" mom asked, referring to Hallie. She was a girl I had started seeing over summer but it had kind of fizzled out by now, though we did get together occasionally. I just shrugged and the conversation moved on.
It was 6pm before we were done catching up and I dismissed myself with the excuse that I had homework to complete. Both of my parents raised their eyebrows in surprise and I could tell they probably didn't believe me entirely, but they let me leave all the same and I headed up to my bedroom. I showered before calling her, drying my hair and getting into some sweats before laying down on my bed and punching her digits into my cell. I dialled her number and waited about ten seconds for her to answer. "Hello?" she asked, sounding kind of sombre. "Hey" I replied and I could almost head her small smile in her response. "Oh, you" she said and I laughed. "Yes me, were you expecting another call?" I asked and she let out a small chuckle though it lacked her usual enthusiasm. "No, but I was beginning to lose faith that you were going to call, I expected to hear from you hours ago" she admitted without any embarrassment. "I know, I know.. I'm sorry. My parents got home and I had to catch up with them, but I'm calling now and you have my number so I guess you can call me whenever you want." I explained and her sassy response took me by surprise. "That won't happen." she said and I didn't know how to respond. "I mean, well maybe, but I bet I'll be hearing from you a lot more than you will from me" she admitted and I couldn't argue. "Yes, yes, okay" I laughed before letting out a little sigh. "Anyway, how are you?" I asked and she was quiet for a moment or two. "Ehh, okay" she said and I knew that she was lying. "Liar" I spoke down the line, making her huff. "Then why did you ask if you knew the answer?" she asked me and the response was quite straightforward. "Well why do you think? I'm giving you the opportunity to talk to me if you want to." I told her and I heard her let out a deep sigh. "Only if you want to, Dani" I reassured her and she laughed. "It's weird when you call me that" she said and I rolled my eyes. "Well that is your name. Would you rather I call you Miss Harper because I can do that?" I asked, uncertainty lacing my voice. "No... I was just saying" she said and I pardoned her agitated behaviour, knowing that she was having a hard time. We were silent for long enough for it to be deemed uncomfortable before she spoke again. "Okay well I guess I'll tell you" she said and I just waited patiently, not planning on begging her. "As you've probably figured by now... I um, I had a girlfriend... fiancé even" she said and I responded with no more than a 'hmm' that confirmed my awareness. "Well... things haven't been going great for the last few months. I guess we don't have to get into that too much, but we've been drifting apart and yesterday she ended things. I expected it, it wasn't a huge surprise but I don't know, it still kind of sucks that I've spent so much time trying to fix things. Anyway, she got mad that I wasn't reacting how she wanted me to, begging her to stay or whatever and she lashed out. That's all there is to it" she told me and I took it all in. How could she be playing it off as though it was nothing? I could see right through her and I knew that she was hurting. "That isn't all, Dani... You're allowed to be hurt, upset, angry... that's normal. It isn't your fault and she can't be excused for hurting you at all. I don't know much about the situation obviously and it isn't any of my business even, but I know that break ups are shit for anyone and I'm here for you, you don't have to act like it's fine for me" I told her and I only took her seconds to burst into tears. I smiled sadly and just let her continue to cry, to get it all out. "H-how are you like this? How can you just get anything out of me, I don't understand it?" she asked. "I don't know... maybe I just understand you, I don't know." I told her and she seemed to accept that explanation because she didn't ask any more questions. "It sucks and my heart hurts and I hate her for breaking up with me. I should have had the satisfaction of ending things and moving on after everything she has put me through." she told me and I didn't doubt her for a second, she didn't strike me as someone capable of being high maintenance in a relationship. "If that's really how you feel then you should consider how good you'll feel eventually that you're not tied down to a relationship you're not happy in. Maybe not now, but eventually you'll be dating again and perhaps you'll find someone much better suited for you" I told her and she hummed into the phone. "You know what to say, don't you Santana? Have you done this before?" she asked and I laughed. "No, I can't say I have" I replied and she smiled, I could hear it. "Well take it as a compliment, you're doing a good job." she told me and I smiled. "Thank you!" I told her. "Any tips on how I can be better?" I asked, wanting to hear her laugh. "I don't know, I guess you could probably come over, you could just lay with me and we could talk and watch movies?" she asked. "Though I completely understand if you can't" she quickly added. "No.. that should be fine" I smiled. "Do you need me to bring anything?" I asked. "Maybe some ice cream? I would love that" she said and I nodded. "Yes, okay... I guess I'll be over soon" I told her. "Thanks, Santana" she said. "No problem" I replied before hanging up the phone.
Author's Note:
Thank you for your patience with this story and my other one, Ellipsis. Things have been busier for me of late and I haven't had as much time to write as I would like. This chapter is my longest to date and I'm pretty pleased with it. (I didn't get time to proof read though, so apologies for any mistakes, I'll try to correct them later). Last chapter was definitely a filler and kind of lame, but I really hope that this makes up for it! Thank you once again! - N