So things haven't improved much between Santana and you. It's been two weeks since took her back from the cabin and you haven't seen each other yet. At least you have texted, you have texted a lot, and you have received a total of 1 phone call from her that lasted the impressive amount of 4 minutes and 36 seconds. Not that you checked or anything.
At least you have somehow salvaged your friendship with Quinn. You visited her once you were back in town and had a heart to heart conversation with her. She listened to her, and you also listened to what she had to say. Things like how Santana is damaged and needs time to build herself up again. Or how probably she's not capable of loving anyone right now, even if she thinks otherwise. And you know Quinn is right, and you know she told you with your best interest in mind, but as your best friend, she is accepting that you won't give up so easily. And she actually admitted liking Santana, too. On that side you are on the clear.
Your job is also going well. You are taking it easy with your rendezvouses at the Emergency Call Room, but that doesn't make your days any less hectic. There has been an outbreak on a women and children trafficking case and your hands are full. Days like this you both love and hate your job the same amount. At least it has kept your mind busy from worrying too much about Santana's whereabouts and well being.
When you get home after a really long and exhausting day, you can only think about taking a bath, and since tomorrow is your day off, finally, you decide to go on full spa mode. You fill up your bath tub with water and bath bubbles, you uncork a bottle of red wine and you put some slow jazz as background music. You undress yourself and once your whole body is surrounded of hot water an lilac smelling bubbles, you sigh in contempt.
You are sipping on your wine when your phone starts ringing, and you can't help the smile that creeps upon your face when you see the ID of the caller.
"Well, hello there, beautiful." You say quite sultrily. You are in a quite sexy mood right now.
"Oh, someone's eager." Santana answers with an airy chuckle that throws all your senses in overdrive. "How was your day?" She asks, and you decide to keep your own desires at bay.
You chitchat for a while, just catching up, bickering a little and then the silence falls upon you both. It's not an awkward silence, but it's not the most comfortable either. You can hear her breathing and you are aware that she can hear you too. You decide to bite the bullet.
"Hey, Santana?" You ask as if you were checking she is still there. When she makes a positive noise you continue talking. "Uhm...tomorrow is my day off, and I really want to see you. There is a place I'd like to take you to..." You mumble in to the phone.
Santana takes a few seconds to answer. So many that you actually think the call got cut off. Right when you are about to check, though, she talks.
"Okay." Is all she says and it takes you this time a few seconds to realise she just said yes to seeing you, finally.
"Okay?" You ask you make sure, and she does that positive humming noise again. "Okay. Great. I will pick you up at 8." You say quite awkwardly, but inside you are smiling like a child that has just been gifted a new pair of roller blades.
After that, the conversation picks up a little. Today you learn about her that she loves wearing stilettos, that she has had the same hairdresser since she was 9 and that she has won two nation wide contests in her teenage years: one dancing salsa (this one suits her) and one as a rodeo cowgirl. That one came out of nowhere. You could have never imagined. You didn't even know you could do rodeo in New York. But now that the image is in your brain, you can't help but think that Santana would look absolutely gorgeous on top of a horse with a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat.
Without realising, you let out a sound that is something between a sigh and a moan, and obviously Santana's devilish ears catch it.
"What was that?" She asks playfully, and you clear your throat awkwardly as you re-position yourself in the bath tub. The water is almost cold now.
"What? No, nothing." You answer quickly, and you are thinking really hard about how to reconduct the conversation, because you can almost see Santana smirking, and that means trouble. She beats you to it, though.
"Are you sure? Because I could swear you liked the idea of me excelling in riding..." She leaves the sentence hanging for a couple seconds too long. "...horses." she finishes airily, with that husky voice of hers that sounds like thick cigar smoke and expensive alcohol.
You swallow. As much as you would love to get a little bit of phone action, you are determined to control yourself and Santana.
"I...I think it's interesting." You stutter, clearing your throat. "Did I tell you that I was afraid of horses as a kid?" You ask. "Not anymore, though. Horses are fascinating creatures. And super gentle. Do you know that they actually help treating autism symptoms?" You are rambling. And while you ramble, your phone beeps, because apparently Santana has stopped listening to you at some point and decided to send you a picture of her.
Only in her underwear.
Red, lace, see-through lingerie.
"Santana, you are going to be the death of me." You stammer into the phone once you have literally cleaned your own drool from your chin.
"Oh, darling, you have seen nothing." She mutters with a snicker and hangs up.
You can't believe her. She just left you high and dry.
You actually try calling her back, but she won't pick up.
For fuck's sake.
To get rid of your sudden arousal, you take a cold shower and walk to your bed still almost growling in despair.
You finish your wine bottle and at some point you fall asleep.
You dream of her, though.
