It's been two hours since you last heard from your manager. He called with the hint of exciting news and said he'd be contacting you again with a full plan. You have no idea what he could be talking about and it's driving you crazy.
I convince you to put some of your nervous energy to good use and join me at the gym, but that only seems to make you more agitated. You check your phone, tucked away in your pocket, between every set.
Baby, I can feel the energy rolling off of you.
You're snippy. Ill humored and anxious you is not my favorite.
The short walk home is filled with ideas of what he could possibly have to tell you. You're working yourself up and I can't talk you down.
"What do you think it means, Britt?"
"I don't know, babe. What did he say exactly?" I know what he said, this is the hundredth time we've gone over it but, I want to keep you talking because I don't have an answer for you.
"He said, I'm hearing some rumblings of something but I don't have a clear picture yet, I'll let you know when I do."
"Hmmm."
You let out a frustrated sigh and return to your thoughts.
It's no better when we get home. You pace around the living room, telling me I can shower first. I take my time, blending a smoothie for us to share while watching you tread circles into the wood floor. When you get nervous you get in your head, and it's so hard to get you out of there. You're always thinking, scheming, wondering, doubting.
I head to the shower and leave you puttering around the house. You're in your zone and I haven't been able to break you out of it yet. It strikes me while I'm in the shower that there is one thing that always seems to work, if even just for a short while. I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes, it shouldn't have taken me so long to get the idea. Wrapping myself in a towel, I let my wet hair cling to my back and shoulders and glide out into the living room. You're still pacing around and muttering under your breath in Spanish. It sends a jolt right through me.
"Santana…." you don't hear me. You're facing away from me, so you don't see me and I just want to be wrapped around you kissing the salty sweat off your neck.
"Oh, Saaaannnn…"
"Yeah, B?"
"I think I know something that might take your mind off the phone." I step into you and husk into your ear.
I feel you gasp before you spin around faster than I can blink, pulling my body into yours and kissing the water off my neck, chest, cleavage. You push me back into the bedroom and down onto our bed, throwing the towel on the floor.
You follow, on top of me in no time, your scent, so much stronger with your sweat, mixing with the scent of our soap, making me heady.
And then you're kissing me. Your tongue needy and insistent, your teeth sharp, your lips soft but bruising.
And you're everywhere all at once, quick, lustful, demanding.
I can feel my arousal tug at my belly and pool between my legs, so so ready for you. You don't waste any time before you're sliding two fingers inside of me, not even pausing to let me adjust before you're thrusting. My moans echo around the room. I love it when you're like this. I love it when we're like this. It's hot, you're hot. My plan to distract you with an orgasm has backfired, but in the best way.
Until your ringing phone stops your thrusts, much to my dismay. You pause your thrusts with your fingers stilled inside of me, and tilt your head to the side to make sure you're hearing what you're hearing.
"Santana Marisol Lopez, don't you dare."
You look at me with a glint in your eye as you reach over and pull your phone off the bed where you threw it beside us. My groan of frustration is rewarded with a curl of your fingers, still buried deep inside of me, as you slide open the call.
"Well look who took his sweet ass time to call me back." Your voice is cocky, and you're trying your best to not sound out of breath. I can't hear what he says on the other line. I'm too focused on your fingers, making the smallest, tiniest, barest of movements inside of me, and the twinkle of your eyes as you watch me try not to make noise. All of it turning me on even more.
I dig my fingers into your shoulder, your hip, wanting to get you naked, watching as a flash of lust darkens your eyes.
Your voice changes and you get excited. I can feel your heartbeat pound above me again, for a new reason. Its good news, but I can't tell what it is from your side of the conversation. You thank him and hang up the call, grinning as you mute your phone and toss it on top of the towel on the floor.
Your smile is so big, bright, wonderful, when you return all of your focus to me. It takes my breath away. "Now…where were we?"
You circle your fingers inside of me before removing them. "Saaaaan, you better finish what you started."
"Shhhh, baby. Don't worry, I always do." You lean down and capture my lips in a kiss, softer, sweeter, than before.
And even though all I could think about in the shower was fucking you, somehow this is even better.
You kiss you way all over my body, sending your love and tenderness for me into my skin with your lips. The atmosphere has changed, and even though I love our rough sex, I love our passionate sex, too. I love everything with you.
When you finally look in my eyes, yours so molten with lust, I feel everything in me stop. It's not until your fingers find their place inside of me again that my breathing returns.
And, baby, it feels even better than it did before. You feel even better than you did before.
You are slow and deliberate, working into me at a smoldering pace, but my body was ready for you before and your fingers feel like heaven in a new and different way. My existing climb is steadily found again. I cry out your name as I break, the powerful orgasm rushing through me, your eyes zeroed in on mine, your lips curled into a satisfied, happy, smirk.
And when I can finally breathe again you nudge the side of my face with your nose and start nuzzling my neck, my jaw, finally back to my lips. You smile when you move away, your face bright.
"You're so beautiful." Your hushed words make my insides melt.
"You make me feel beautiful when you look at me like that."
You kiss me again, slow and tender, as if you're trying to pour all your love into me.
Baby, I know.
I try to pull your shirt off and flip you over to show you just how much I love you, too, but you still me.
"It's not fair that you still have clothes on, S."
You laugh, "Wait… I want to tell you the good news first."
My mind completely wrapped up in you, you, you, was willing to wait until after I made you clench around my fingers to ask you what that call was about…I guess I'm selfish that way.
"Ok. And then I'll make you scream my name."
You shudder above me but make no move to kiss me again, instead you sit up on my thighs, your hands resting on my stomach.
"So…guess who just heard my album and asked me to go on tour with her?" your voice is laced with excitement and anxiety at the same time. I've only heard this voice a couple of times and one of them is when you asked me if we could be official.
"Wait… is this who I think it might be?"
You dip your eyes, shy and bashful, and pull your lip between your teeth remembering our little game of dream artists who'd want to work with you. You start humming a few bars of her newest hit and I freak out.
"Ohmygod, San!"
"Yes! Britt…" tears start forming in your eyes and I sit up to hug you.
"The Queen wants to take you out on tour?"
You nod and all of the sudden the room is spinning.
"Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! Baby! Baby this is amazing, oh my god, I always believed in you and this is just… SANTANA THIS IS AMAZING!" My arms circle around you again and I hug you with everything I've got, bouncing my legs under you and swaying you from side to side. I'm just too excited to sit still.
"I know! I can't even... I can't even believe it, B." you're actually crying now, tears of joy and something else. And I know. I know exactly what's behind your eyes. Its validation and pride, everything you've worked for your whole life has led to this moment. This is it; this is one of the defining moments of your career.
Your hands land on my face and you pull me to your lips, taking control and kissing me hard. When you part and lean back to finally pull your sweaty shirt off your body I watch as each inch of skin, my favorite skin, is unveiled to me. You look at me with a vulnerability I haven't seen in your eyes very often and I place my hands on your waist, waiting for you to really look at me.
"I am so very, very proud of you Santana."
And then you kiss me again and I can feel a smile on your lips as you link your arms around my neck pulling me on top of you.
A/N: Thank you again for all the love! I only just realized my tumblr wasn't up to anon love, so I've fixed that. orangyouglad8 . tumblr. com. In case you were wondering, Santana's style in my mind is something between Adele/Ingrid Michaelson/Sara Bareilles/Kelly Clarkson.