12. HER SOFT SIDE
So...things escalated. Pretty quickly.
After the longest 5 hours of your life spent in an emergency room in the middle of nowhere to find out not only your nose is broken, but you also have a mild concussion (damn, Santana is strong), Santana takes you back to your cabin. You wanted to head back to the city and take Santana home, but she insisted on following the doctor's orders, which included at least 24 hours of bed rest. So you get to the cabin feeling tired and high from the medication they gave you. Santana makes sure your car is locked and waggles her way under your left arm to support part of your weight. She is pretty damn short, but she sure knows how to use it in her advantage.
The moment the cabin door closes behind you, you just can't help it. Maybe it's the painkillers, maybe it's your grogginess, or your growing attraction, but once you hear the door click, you push Santana against the door and kiss her ferociously. The feeling of her arms roaming up your body until they wrap securely around your neck only spurs you on. You press your body against hers and a soft moan leaves her lips. Or yours; you don't really know or care. You rest your hands on her hips and relinquish on the feeling of their perfect roundness. You always loved a woman with wide hips. Not that Santana has the body size to really have wide hips, but you know what I mean. You, easily put, believe that her body is perfect.
The moment your fingers wander underneath Santana's clothes and caress the soft skin of her stomach, she softly breaks the kiss. When you open your eyes, you find out Santana has gone completely pale and is looking at you with wide eyes. You frown.
"Britt, you are bleeding again." She says as she pushes you away from her and on the general direction of the couch.
Well, that was fun.
Now you are lying on the couch, your head resting on Santana's lap, as she presses an ice pad carefully over your nose.
"How are you feeling?" She mutters softly and you look up at her smiling goofily.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." You answer. Your voice sounds kind of wonky due to the swelling. You also close your eyes briefly.
Next thing you know, Santana is getting up carefully, resting your head on a cushion and you whine a little in complaint.
"The doctor said you need to rest, so you are going to rest." Santana says, and it kind of sounds like your grandmother when she lectured you as a kid, but you kinda like it, so you nod faintly in agreement, not really noticing how the medicine is actually kicking in, making you drowsy. When everything goes black, you gladly embrace the darkness.
You wake up what feels like a few minutes later, but turns out it has been a few hours. The warmth of the fireplace is making you hot, but you also feel cozy. You notice you have been covered with a fluffy blanket and a faint smell of food. You can't decipher what food it is, since you can't really smell that much with your broken nose, but you definitely know that something is going on in the kitchen area.
Santana must have some spider senses or whatever, because the moment you try to get up, her voice reaches your ears.
"No way, missy. You stay where you are." She commands and you hear the rattling of plates and stuff.
"What if I need to pee?" You ask. It was a joke, but now that you actually think about it...
"Oh, you do? I'll take you to the bathroom." Santana says diligently, and soon she is appearing again on your line of sight. You can't help but smile. Santana's hair is down, she has taken her shoes and jeans off and she's wearing what you recognize as a pair of your sweatpants. And she is wearing glasses. Good Lord, you must be still high, or you are turning back into a hormoned teenager, but those glasses are doing stuff to you.
While she does all she can to help you, you take a moment to observe her. She is a fierce woman, so confident, with a very strong personality, but at this moment she's just a girl taking care of someone. She's soft and careful as she helps you up from the couch and walks beside you towards the bathroom door. She makes sure you are steady enough to pull your clothes down and sit on your own before she leaves you some privacy.
When you are done, she walks you back to the couch. She uses just the necessary force to help you around, her hands are firm but soft as she guides you through the cabin. You think she'd make an awesome nurse. Deep down you wish she could be your private nurse forever.
And now you are imagining her in a slutty nurse outfit. You are unbelievable.
Once you are settled back in front of the fireplace, this time sitting instead of lying, she smiles at you.
"The swelling is going down." She states as her eyes roam over your face. "I cooked." She adds before she disappears again.
When she comes back, she's bringing a tray full of goodies. You swoon harder than you have ever before. Can this woman be anymore perfect?
She offers you a bowl full with something that looks like broth, and it's then when you realize that you must have been sleeping for a while.
"My mother used to make me chicken broth whenever I was sick or not feeling good. It's the only thing that makes me feel better nowadays." She explains with a soft smile. It's kind of a sad-nostalgic smile, but you prefer not to comment any further. You are fully enjoying this side of her, and you are smart enough not to ruin the mood. "I also made some grilled cheese and PB&J sandwiches, and cut some fresh fruit I found." She adds.
You swoon harder.
"Thank you, Santana. You really don't need to do all this." You say shyly, looking at her through your thick eyelashes. "I feel bad that you couldn't sleep in your own bed tonight..." you add and she shushes you shaking her head.
"Don't even think about it. It's not a problem for me." She says and sips a bit of her broth, looking at you expectantly. "You know, the broth will only make you feel better if it reaches your stomach." She adds playfully and you start sipping on it without saying anything else.
When you are done with your food, she takes everything back to the sink to be cleaned up.
"Okay, now we are moving you to the bed so you can rest properly. I'll do the dishes and then I'll rest a bit on the couch too. I'm actually spent." She mutters. Even if she is addressing you, it sounds like she's talking mostly to herself.
"Sleep with me?" You ask out of nowhere when she's helping you up again.
She stops her actions so abruptly that you almost fall back down. Thankfully you don't, but Santana has been looking blankly at you for at least 30 seconds without saying a word.
"Santana? You don't need to if you don't want to..." you start nervously rambling. She shushes you once again, this time with a soft stolen kiss.
"No funny business, okay?" She whispers against your lips.
"If you stay this close for much longer, I can't promise you that..." You whisper back boldly, and Santana instantly moves back, a faint, almost unnoticeable, redness covering her cheeks and her neck.
Yes. Shy, soft Santana is by far your favorite. And you thought sexy vixen was her best. You are ridiculous.
A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you had a lovely holiday.
