Chapter 13
You're standing in her kitchen, waiting on the water to start boiling. You're leaning against the counter with an almost dorky grin on your face.
Santana's still in her bedroom, waiting on you to bring you two some tea.
You told her to stay there since her cheeks were still tinted pink and her smile was uncertain and her eyes showed embarrassment. You only smiled at her, kissed her lips and told her you won't be long. You don't want her to feel shame when all she did was being beautiful, and sexy.
And her lying on top of you, getting off while dry humping your leg, is the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed. She shouldn't feel like she has to bury her face in her hands and hide from you. You think she was amazing, and you're pretty sure you would've exploded only mere seconds behind her, if she hadn't stopped all the movements like that.
Either way, you're not mad at her for leaving you all hot and bothered. Watching her arching her back and listening to her moan in your ear is enough to leave you happy for the rest of the month.
Now, you're going back to her bedroom and you're going to give her the tea and then maybe you'll kiss her on the lips.
You don't really know what to do or how to act now. You've never been in this kind of situation before. Should you just leave her with her tea and walk home or should you stay with her, maybe make out some more? Or should you try the sex-thing again? You don't know.
And when you balance the two cups of tea towards her room, you feel your heart speed up, because you're pretty sure you're nervous.
"Hey," you say in a whisper when you enter her bedroom and she's leaning against the headrest. She's underneath the covers and she's now wearing a big knitted shirt that you find kind of very adorable. "Hi."
You place the tea cups on the nightstand table and turn towards her, still standing by the side of the bed. You don't know if you should join her underneath the covers again or if you should just drink your tea, standing up.
But Santana makes the decision for you and pats the mattress next to her. You smile a grateful smile at her and you, awkwardly, crawl underneath the covers. You unintentionally hit her arm with your elbow and you rush out a 'sorry' before reaching for the cups to give one to her and the other to yourself.
When she takes the cup from your hands, you notice that she's wearing an amused smile and you blush under her stare.
She can probably see your nervousness. Hell, they can probably smell your nervousness all the way from China.
"So…" you drawl out and Santana arches an eyebrow at you, taking a sip of the scolding hot tea. She makes a face and puts the cup down onto her lap. You offer her to place it on the nightstand table again so she can wait for it to be drinkable. She bobs her head and she thanks you when you place both of your cups on the table.
"So…" Santana then says and you look at her. You turn your body a little so you can watch her face better.
You thought she was going to say something more but she's being all quiet and she's fiddling with her hands in her lap. You don't know what to say and you're both being so awkward.
"Maybe we s-should…" and then she trails off and you beg her to continue because you want to know what she thinks you two should do now.
But she doesn't continue. She bites her lip and you look at her, trying to meet her gaze but she's watching her hands again.
"… Try again," she mumbles under her breath and you feel the corners of your lips tug upwards.
"You want that?" you ask because you want to be sure that she wants to do this again.
"Yeah," she nods her head and you bob your head up and down.
She lifts her head and finally she meets your gaze.
"Just let me shower, and then I'll come over to your apartment."
You bob your head up and down again and you continue to do that while you're leaving her bed and you feel stupid but you can't help the wide grin on your face.
"Okay," you say as you stand in the doorway to her room, Santana's still in her bed and you shuffle your feet on the floor. "Just come over when you're done," you say and she smiles at you, telling you 'okay' before you leave her apartment and walk back towards your own.
XxXx
You don't know if this means that you'll be having sex in your bed this time, you didn't really think about anything else but the way she fiddled with her hands, telling you that you should try again.
The only thing on your mind is the fact that you'll be kissing her again soon, and perhaps a little bit more than kissing.
You walk into your bedroom and you put your dirty clothes in the corner behind your door because you're too excited and jittery to put them in the laundry basket.
You fix the comforter on your bed and you try to make it seem like you don't always sleep with a bunch of cuddly toys.
You shuffle out of your jeans (Santana's jeans) and pull off your hoodie (Santana's hoodie) and you take out a fresh pair of shorts and a white blue t-shirt. Before you fold the clothes, you bring them up to your face. You look around the room quickly, as if someone would be hiding there somewhere, before you sniff the hoddie one last time.
The smell of her is invading your senses once again and your mind goes back to only moments ago. You slowly touch your lips with your fingers, remembering that tingly feeling you got when she kissed you.
Her touch is magic and you don't ever want to not know what she feels like. It's like you always want her near you, so that you're always in touching distance.
But before your mind can make up any embarrassing stories about yours and Santana's future, you fold the clothes and you walk over to the mirror, checking that you look okay.
Your hair is a little tousled but nothing else is out of the ordinary. You wonder how long Santana will be in the shower and you shake your head before you can start to image her under the hot running water, naked.
Ugh.
You walk out of your room and you sit down on the couch, tapping your foot against the floor. You look up at the clock and see that it's already three in the afternoon.
You tap your foot against the floor some more before you turn on the TV, switching between channels before you give up and turn it off again.
You straighten out your low-cut t-shirt and when you look down into the valley between your breasts, you see that you're wearing a black lace bra and you bob your head up and down twice. Good.
You wouldn't want to wear ugly or childish underwear. That'd be embarrassing.
You clear you throat and you start tapping your foot against the floor again.
How long does it take to shower?
You sigh and you wait some more.
You just want her to be here now. You just want to touch her again, and kiss her, and hold her. And you want to look into her dark brown orbs, and you want to feel her pant heavily against your body. And you want to be the one that makes her moan. You want her now, and you're not sure how much longer you can last.
Right when you're about to go crazy and actually try something stupid, like the cinnamon challenge, there's a tapping on your front door.
You don't think you've ever run this fast in your entire life. Not even when your cheerleading coach back in high school threatened to take away all the pets from the zoo in your hometown and kill them slowly, one by one, if you didn't run faster.
You fling open the door and you see her standing there, her hair still wet and her eyes smiling shyly at you.
You welcome her into your cozy apartment and she walks straight into your bedroom with a sly smile.
You're a little flabbergasted at her straightforwardness but you don't hesitate for a second as you, flabbergasted, follow her into your room.
Her eyes are not shy anymore; they're confident, and purposeful.
And oh so damn sexy.
You're still standing in the doorway while she slowly crawls up your bed, finally coming to rest against the pillows. Her eyes suddenly look hooded as she arches an eyebrow at you. "Aren't you gonna join me?"
You clear your throat and you bob your head up and down, mumbling something like "yeah, of course" and you take a few steps closer to the bed.
She pushes herself up to rest on her elbows while she looks at you with an unwavering stare.
You have to focus on how exactly to move your legs to be able to walk forward. They feel like jelly and you have a hard time knowing how to move or how to act correctly. Santana's watching you with what you think is an expression of want.
You're not sure, because you're watching your feet pad over the hardwood floor and it feels like forever before you finally feel the bed hit your knees.
You're pretty sure it was your knees hitting the bed and not the other way around but it's hard to tell.
Your brain feels thick and your heart is beating out of your chest. You're nervous and the clumsiness in your movements only increases your nerves.
This is not going to end well if you keep being this foolish. Why can't you just walk in a sultry line and sit down on top of her, showing her exactly how sexy you can be?
Why do your legs have to feel this weak when you want to be all hot and confident?
You feel something tug at your hand and when you look up at the source of the touch, you see smooth caramel skin and the fingers wrapping around your hand tightens around you. "Hey," she says and you look up at her face.
Her small nose, the cheekbones, her plump lips, those dark brown eyes.
You melt at the look she's giving you.
Like she knows how you're feeling even though you haven't said a word.
The way her eyes soften and the way her arms wrap around your waist, hugging you close.
You rest your forehead on her shoulder and she squeezes you tighter.
You feel your heart beat less frantic and you take calm breaths, slowly getting that jelly feeling in your legs to lessen.
You exhale into her neck, and you tell her 'sorry' because you didn't mean to feel like this. Like your nerves are eating you alive.
Like you're about to do something that makes your entire body ache with both fear and excitement.
You don't know why you start to feel like this now and not two hours ago when you first decided to sleep with her.
And you don't know how she can go from sultry, sexy and confident and so, so hot, to gently holding you in her arms, dragging her hand up and down your back, telling you 'it's okay'. You don't know how she can be so sexy and hot and cute and sweet and badass at the same time. And make you feel this way.
Like she, in some way, can control how your body reacts. How your body moves and how your thoughts run wild with only memories and dreams about her.
She's invading your every sense and now here you are, about to fulfill all the dreams you've had about you and her since the first time you saw her, but everything you can do is lean on her shoulder trying to catch your breath.
You don't know what you're doing or why you're reacting this way.
The only thing you know is that the hand on your back is slowly starting to burn deliciously into your skin and your heartbeat picks up, not in a frantic way, but more in a nice way. The nerves fade away with the touch of her hand and when you inhale her scent again you feel your head spin with want, and excitement. And her fingers dig into your hips and she kisses your cheek softly. In a way that makes your breathing start to pick up, in a way that makes you all kinds of aroused.
In a way that makes you want to tilt your head up and kiss her silly.
So you do.
And she reacts immediately, letting your tongue graze against hers and your lips dance together swallowing soft moans and her hands travel south and take a hold around your thighs.
The next thing you know is that you're being lifted onto the bed, and dropped down onto the mattress, your head hitting the pillows.
Only half a second later, Santana is straddling your waist and she crashes her lips against yours.
You fist her shirt in your hand while she bites down on your bottom lip, making you shiver and arch your back. Santana's hips are rocking into your center and you break the kiss and you pant against her mouth.
She trails kisses down your throat and you tangle your hands into her hair.
Suddenly her fingers are on the lace of your sleeping shorts and you feel your breath hitch. You know what's about to happen now and you feel your head spin. You feel your entire body roll into hers and you grip her dark locks a bit tighter. You urge her lips towards you because you want to feel her lips on yours.
She's resting her fingers against the lace, not yet untying it. She licks your bottom lip and she kisses you sweetly. The way you're rocking your hips into her makes her sweet kisses seem so out of place. But Santana keeps kissing you slowly, letting her lips wrap around your, sucking gently on your upper lip. You feel a moan leave your throat and the sound vibrates between your lips and Santana pushes her body harder and closer down on yours. She lets one of her hands come up and rest beside your head and she leaves your lips for only a second to take a quick breath before she molds your lips together again.
Your hips are not moving as fast anymore and the hand you have tangled in her hair slides down to grip her neck, massaging her soft skin there.
Santana lifts her body up a couple of inches and you feel her fingers start to trip up your stomach, making a path towards the valley between your breasts and your shirt rides up with the spree of her fingers.
Santana kisses you again, and again it's sweet and soft and you feel your whole body melt. Your face is burning and you your hands are a little clammy but you don't think Santana cares about that because she just keeps kissing you and her hand is sprawled out on your upper stomach, her fingers twitching a bit against the fabric of your bra. "Is this okay?" She breaks the kiss for two seconds but as soon as those words are out, she reconnects your lips. You kiss her twice before you tilt your head to the side, letting your lips graze her jaw line.
"Of course," you rasp out and it comes out more as a whisper and you don't even care about how aroused you feel.
You drag your fingertips up her spine and you rack your nails into her skin. It's so smooth and you roll your hips into her again, because you want to feel her closer, you want to feel her everywhere.
Santana mumbles out an 'are you sure?' and you bob your head up and down franticly because you've never been more sure about anything. You want her, here and now.
So you let your hand slide underneath your own shirt and you take her hand and guide it up towards your boobs. When she cups your right breast, she lets out a heavenly moan into your ear and you kiss her jaw line again, kissing a hot path of open-mouthed kisses up towards her ear. You suck on her earlobe and she pushes her hips down into yours.
Suddenly the slow and sweet kisses turn into hot, steamy, wet kisses and you suck on her tongue while she squeezes your boobs with both of her hands. Your hips are rocking against each other's and when you think you can't handle anything anymore, Santana's fingers are playing with the lace on your shorts again. You kiss her harder, pushing your tongue into her mouth further and your hips rock into to her body faster.
She pushes your shorts off of your legs and throws them to god knows where, and her fingers tickle the skin right above the hem of your undies.
Once again, your back arches into her and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Her hand travels south and she pushes the little piece of clothing aside, before connecting two fingers to your dripping heat.
A moan leaves your lips and you bite your bottom lip, pressing your fingernails into the bare skin of her back, where her shirt has ridden up. You spread your legs wider making it easier for Santana to touch you.
She kisses your throat while pushing her fingers an inch into your entrance, before sliding them up to your bundle of nerves. She circles it with her fingers and you gasp out a 'Santana' followed by a 'fuck'.
She kisses you harder and her tongue pokes out, licking a path up your throat.
Suddenly, two fingers enter you and she bites down on your neck, making your whole body shudder while you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
You rock your hips into her hand, speeding up the painfully slow pace as your nails drag down her back, presumably making marks that will last for months.
It's not long before you feel your whole body heat up to the point where you think you'll burn down from your own body heat. You feel your jaw clench and you gasp out her name over and over again and you clench around her fingers, your body shudders against her and your hips jerk at a rapid speed.
She pushes her fingers into you one more time before you scream out her name again, your body arching up against hers and she hold you still, letting you breathe heavily against the skin on her neck.
Your eyes are pressed tightly together and your mouth is hanging open, trying to catch your breath. You slump down against the mattress, you pant and you feel a few droplets of sweat trickle down the side of your forehead.
Santana slowly withdraws her fingers, dragging them up your stomach, leaving a wet path, before coming to lie flat against your body, tucking her face into the gap of your neck.
You feel her chest move up and down against you and you're pretty sure you can feel her heartbeat through both of your t-shirts.
You're still breathing heavily and Santana leaves small pecks on your left cheek making you feel tingly and giddy and when you think you're breathing calmly enough to speak, you say, "Wow." And you hear Santana giggle quietly into your neck and a wide grin spreads across your lips.
And you keep thinking 'wow' because you don't know how else to describe what just happened. You don't even think the word 'wow' makes it justice.
You need a bigger and wider vocabulary to even start to describe what you're feeling right now.
You feel like laughing, and crying and jumping around in circles, because you're just really… happy.
And nobody has ever made you feel like this. Not ever.
And you have never ever felt this much during sex, or after sex for that matter. Usually you just felt pretty empty right after sex, you enjoyed it while it lasted but then when it was all over, you just wanted to get dressed and leave the person because then it was over.
But now, with Santana, all you want to do is lie here with her and inhale the scent of her hair and listen to her giggles and watch those dimples appear on her cheeks.
You want to hold her and kiss her and you've never felt this way before.
So you press her closer to your body and she keeps kissing your cheek and you marvel at the feel of her body against your, even though you're still wearing a lot of clothes.
And when Santana trails her kisses lower again, meeting the base of your neck and travel further down into the valley between your breasts, you think that maybe this will lead to another round.
And you're not disappointed at all.
Absolutely not, because you want to show her how she makes you feel. And you want to do that the best way you know how, without telling her through words.
So you quickly sit up, making Santana sit up also with an adorably confused arch of her eyebrow. You quickly peck her lips before you fling your shirt over your head and then you reach behind you back to unhook your bra.
And Santana watches in awe as it slides down your shoulders and lands in your lap. You quickly discard it somewhere beside the bed and you lie down again.
Santana's till sitting in your lap, totally paralyzed by your boobs, so you decide to take advantage of the state she's in.
It's only a blink of an eye later that you have her pinned against the bed, with her hands above her head and you look into her widened eyes and you smirk at her.
Those dark orbs get even darker when you start to unbutton her shirt and she moans when you kiss down her stomach and suck her skin into your mouth.
You take control and when all of her clothes are gone and you press an open-mouthed kiss right against her wet heat, she arches her back and you push her down with your hands on her hips.
She whimpers and flings her head against the pillow and you kiss and suck and you let your tongue enter her and you feel your entire body tingle with pleasure.
XxXx
You look at the clock on the wall in your kitchen and you see that it's already ten p.m. Santana is sitting on the counter, sipping from a mug filled with water and you're standing in between her legs, waiting on her to give you the mug.
You're both wearing long shirts that barely cover up the private parts of your bodies. But since there's only the two of you in your apartment, you don't really care if you're not dressed properly.
After you went down on Santana and you lay peppering kisses to each other's bodies for awhile, Santana mumbled that she was thirsty.
So now you're standing in your kitchen, sipping water from the same mug and when you look at the clock a second time, you remember that you forgot to eat dinner.
You take one more sip at the water before handing it over to Santana again and you ask her if she's hungry and her lips turn into a smirk as she drawls out a 'yes' before tilting her head to the side to glide her lips up your jaw line.
And you close your eyes at the touch and you giggle in to her hair.
"I meant food," you whisper and she hums against your skin.
You grab her thighs and you pull her body closer to yours and the heat between your legs makes you realize what she does to your body.
You make out on the kitchen counter for awhile before Santana pulls away and asks if you can dance for her.
And you chuckle at her suggestion before shaking your head back and forth. "I don't do private dances," and she tilts her head to the side and smiles bashfully.
Then she looks up at you from under her eyelashes and she tugs at your shirt and she says 'please' and you roll your eyes at yourself when you tell her 'okay'.
So she sits herself down on one of your kitchen chairs and you chuckle because you can't believe you're about to do this.
But then you bite your lip and walk in a straight line towards her chair and you see how Santana clamps her fingers around the edges of her seat and her eyes rake your body, from top to toe, and up to your eyes again. You come to a stop only a few inches in front of her and you slowly lift your hands up above your head and it's hard to do this without music but you don't let that stop you and instead you swing your hips to the side and you bend your knees. You see how Santana's following every movement with her eyes and you feel her stare burn a warm path down the front of your body. You jerk your hips from side to side a few more times, then you turn around and you shake your ass and you twirl around to face her again and you take a few more steps forward and then you straddle her waist. You push your hips down into her and you place your hands on the back of the chair and you hear how Santana gulps audibly. Her eyes are wide and her fingers are twitching where they're clutching the seat and you smirk down at her, loving the way her eyes darken and how she clamps her thighs together.
You roll your hips into her again but suddenly you're not grinding down into her soft body anymore. Instead you're pinned against the wall and Santana is kissing your neck.
And you chuckle while tangling your fingers in her hair and you tilt your head when she starts to lick at the skin of your throat.
"C-couldn't control y-yourself huh?" you manage to breathe out between shallow breaths and Santana only hums into your skin.
"So fucking hot," she whispers into your mouth with hooded eyelids and red bruised lips and you think 'yeah' because she's the fucking hottest person you've ever seen.
XxXx
I can promise a visit from Quinn in the next chapter… There'll definitely be some interesting interaction there… Just sayin' ;)