* / 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥.

All of the horror movies and true crime stories she’d obsessed over never seemed to dive into the peace of being engulfed in such wooded terrain. Being tucked so far away from anyone else felt rather relaxing, and now being given permission to take her girlfriend literally anywhere her heart desired, even right out on the patio, offered Giselle a kind of freedom she’d never thought she’d have with Santana. She took in the offer with a nod, and the mention of their ‘old times’ should have triggered her slightly, yet she remained composed. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.” She agreed, though she would never turn down a chance to have her girlfriend pleasure her. Ever. Doing it out in the open was just icing on the cake. “The more you point out how off the grid we are, the more you’re setting up the perfect horror movie storyline. The second night falls, I’m fully expecting some huge, ugly masked maniac to come running out of the shadows to butcher us.” She hummed, and while she was only kidding, mostly, it could have happened. The good thing was that she could put all those thoughts aside for the sake of getting to have sex with Santana out in the open now. Well that, and the fact that she could simply hold her girlfriend’s hand without having to worry about her pulling away just because some random person approached. Giselle had lost count of the amount of times it had happened over the years, and the Latina had even panicked on the cruise when they were locked in a bathroom, so the thought of them having absolute freedom out here was thrilling. Or it would be if Santana stopped taunting her. “I don’t have to picture you naked when I’m looking down your shirt, dummy.” She giggled. “I have a front row seat to the top half right now, and I have your lower half memorized anyways. All you’re doing now is making me want to strip you and fuck you before we manage to eat and take our fur baby for a walk.” Not that it took much for Giselle to want that anyways, but her position did make it hard not to just sink her hands lower. 

Both Coco and Giselle narrowed their eyes in response to Santana’s sarcasm. “She is innocent. Look at her.” She whined, though Coco looked anything but sweet as she eyed Santana, clearly well aware that her other owner was talking shit about her. “She understands you just fine, but she’s a dog, baby. Do you want me to refer to you as a fluffy ball of cuteness too?” She teased. “But to be fair, you’re absolutely stunning. And I know I’ve alluded to the fact that you’re a little…scary, and possessive, and would probably actually murder someone over me — I do know that there’s a side of you that you don’t exactly show off. You’re kind of a softie, at least for certain people. You have a big heart, you’re caring, you’re pretty brilliant, and you’re selfless. Again, most of that applies only to people you care about, but you’re pretty amazing, Santana. And I promise to tell you all of that more often, so stop getting jealous of our fur baby.” Sure, getting back into all of the affection and lovey dovey stuff was going to take some getting used to, but Giselle hadn’t entirely shut that part of herself off — she’d just simply left all of her emotions back here in Lima with Santana. She’d be back to feeling all of it in no time, she was sure of it. She smirked at the reaction to her secret weapon. “Girl, who the hell would I have used it on? Of course I haven’t used it. I’ve threatened a couple of pervy men with it though, and it usually runs them off. But if we need to gut a bear, a wolf, or a crazed psycho, it would come in handy.” She stated reassuringly. Her dad had taught her how to defend herself, but it was her love of horror movies and police/legal tv shows that had heightened her fight or flight response. Giselle didn’t trust most things, but this scenario was one she wouldn’t let her guard down for. If something did come their way, she’d be ready for it. She didn’t have a clue as to how they weren’t naked and having sex already, but her restraint was deteriorating swiftly. “Keep your underwear on…for now.” She whined.

Dating someone that cooked and made drinks was starting to be her new obsession, and she instantly picked up the glass and took a sip of it as she was called spoiled. Truer words had never been spoken, and her father had in fact been the one spoiling Coco too, so it was on brand. “Well, I guess you just like your girls spoiled then.” She teased as she ate. Giselle hadn’t planned on proposing the question about moving in, it had sort of just rolled off the tip of her tongue. She had contemplated it a few times lately, mostly because she kept spending more time in Santana’s apartment than in her dorm room since they’d gotten back from Mexico, and so far, spending every second they had free together had been working wonders for their relationship. Physically, anyways. And Santana’s reaction was far too precious not to sway her decision. “You don’t have to cook for me every single day, but we can work that out once I’m all moved in.” She decided, watching as food from her plate was being passed to Coco. “You could’ve given her your food, you know?” Giselle teased before taking another bite of food. She should have been expecting her girlfriend to plan something for her birthday, just as she should have been expecting not to be allowed to get out of it. But the promise of Europe’s avant-garde vibes, culture, scenery, and delicacies was already sending chills down her spine. “I’m not turning this down, but do I get to know where exactly we’re going in Europe? How long are we staying? Where are we staying?” She hummed, mostly fishing to see if the Latina would give her any details at all. “Also, we can only leave on my actual birthday. Megan Thee Stallion’s tour is in Houston the night before, and that’s obviously the show I’m going to. Those tickets are non-refundable too, mostly because I drained my bank account for them. But you can come with me and then we can just fly out of Houston, if you want..”

During the recent years spent apart from her parents, Santana had discovered a new sense of independence and self-expression. The freedom to make her own choices, to dress as she pleased, and to speak her mind had brought her a confidence she never thought possible. Though she still harbored insecurities, the personal growth she'd experienced had made her stronger and less affected by the opinions of others. If she hesitated to open up or reciprocate affection, it was merely a reflex born from habit, rather than a lack of desire. The image of Giselle's beaming face, radiating excitement about the new possibility, warmed her heart, and Santana yearned to seize this opportunity to prove to her that she'd genuinely changed. In the past, her deep-seated insecurities had sparked numerous arguments, and she'd inadvertently hurt Giselle's feelings in the process. However, she was determined to make amends and knew that this weekend would be different. Santana's probing question, "You sure?" was laced with a knowing tone, as she recalled how effortlessly her girlfriend could stir her passions, reducing her to a helpless, trembling mess. It was like unleashing a ravenous animal; once she got a taste, all rational thought flew out the window. "Once I get started, I might not be able to stop," she cautioned, her words a playful warning. "Then you'll have to wait to play with your toys." In her ideal scenario, their exploration would begin and end on the patio, with a slight detour to the plush, king-size bed inside, where they could lose themselves in each other's embrace. Yet, considering it was Giselle's first visit to the lake house, she wanted her to experience the full, unbridled magic of this place. "You really don't want me sleeping tonight, huh? You know how much I hate horror movies, why even suggest that?" She asked, slightly agitated by the lack of consideration for her mental well-being. "Anyway, if I hear a noise at 3 AM, you're the one getting out of bed to check on it. I don't care if your head is between my legs, I refuse to be butchered in the middle of the night." The mere thought of being murdered was enough to distract Santana from her usual focus on sex. It was a clever tactic by Giselle, except the comment about her exposed cleavage, as well as the inclination to strip her naked and fuck her, quickly dispelled any lingering fears. "Just my lower half? We've spent almost every waking hour in my bed the last few weeks. You better have every inch of me memorized, otherwise you'll be sleeping outside with the dog," Santana playfully threatened. While her tone was lighthearted, the idea of her girlfriend paying such close attention to her made the Latina feel cherished in a way that words couldn't fully describe.

Santana bit her tongue, refusing to utter another negative word about their fur baby, even as the little dog shot her dirty looks. As she studied Coco, she didn't see the cute, sweet puppy that her girlfriend did; all she saw was a mischievous ball of energy that would happily destroy her favorite designer shoes the moment her back was turned. "You're hilarious," she stated dryly, clearly unamused. "Please, never call me that again." Santana braced herself for Giselle to continue poking fun at her, but instead, her girlfriend launched into a heartfelt speech about her many endearing qualities. As she listened, her defenses crumbled, leaving her genuinely surprised and touched. While she wasn't entirely convinced she agreed with every sentiment, she had always been overly critical of herself. As a habitual people-pleaser, Santana often stretched herself too thin, acting as a rock for her loved ones, yet rarely receiving the same support in return. For the first time in her life, she had someone who saw beyond her flaws and loved her for who she was, without expecting anything in return. "You might be the only person in the world who thinks that about me, but thank you, baby. I appreciate it," she said, her hand tightening around her girlfriend's in a gentle squeeze. "I know I don't always make it easy for you, and we argue sometimes, but I honestly love you so much. You're my best friend, and I promise to be kinder to myself and to you more often. We both deserve that." For someone who had long wrestled with self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy, at her core, Santana was a genuine person who had a lot of love to offer. Few people ever got to witness the gentle soul hidden beneath her tough exterior, but Giselle had always seen past the facade. The Latina's lips curled up into a mischievous smile as she added, "This doesn't mean I'm going to start being nice to the dog, though." She couldn't resist getting the last word, a habit that drove her girlfriend crazy but also endeared her to her even more. When Giselle began to explain the reasoning behind carrying such a deadly weapon, Santana's expression transformed into one of amused curiosity. "So you just carry a hunting knife in your bag and go around threatening men with it, but I'm the one who's scary?" She raised an eyebrow, recalling the countless fights she'd been in, yet couldn't remember a single instance where she'd seriously harmed someone. Her fiery temper often got the better of her, but deep down, she was a softie, just as Giselle had said. Santana's gaze locked onto her girlfriend's, and she sensed a flicker of annoyance beneath her playful tone. "We won't have to do any of those things because no one's attacking us, so let's not worry about it," Santana said, her voice laced with reassurance. She could tell their flirtatious banter was beginning to get under the other woman's skin, and she couldn't resist pushing her buttons a little further. "If you change your mind, just let me know, babe. I'm always ready when you are."

Santana didn't need to ask for her girlfriend's feedback to know she had outdone herself in the kitchen. The sounds of pleasure and satisfaction coming from across the table were all the confirmation she needed. As someone who loved to cook and shower her loved ones with thoughtful gestures, she tended to go overboard with the homecooked meals and genuine acts of service. Giselle was undoubtedly the luckiest beneficiary of this attention, often leaving her feeling pampered and adored. "I spoil you in more ways than one," the Latina teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she alluded to the only thing her girlfriend enjoyed indulging in more than her food. Santana's enthusiasm for Giselle to move in was driven, in part, by her own self-interest. She longed to wake up beside her every morning, feeling the warmth of her body, and greet her with a gentle good morning kiss. The late night hours would be reserved for passionate, life-altering sex that left them both breathless and craving more. Beyond their physical connection, she yearned to share a space with her, at least until they graduated and could find a cozy apartment to call their own. "I'll cook for you the first week. After that, no guarantees. But I'm warning you, my breakfasts will be the highlight of your day." Santana's eyes rolled slightly as she reached behind her back to grab her plate and snuck another piece of food to the dog. She took a bite of the kebab, savoring the flavors before speaking in a sweet, seductive tone, "Happy now?" The question was laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. As she expected, Giselle immediately started bombarding her with questions about her upcoming birthday getaway, knowing full well that Santana would keep her plans tightly under wraps. The Lopez family was notorious for going all out on celebrations, where every event had to be a spectacle worthy of admiration. "I'd love to share the specifics with you, but that would ruin the surprise. And let's be real, you weren't exactly thrilled about this trip in the first place, so you don't get to know the juicy details." There was a glint in her eyes as she goaded Giselle, pretending to be offended. "Why, got somewhere better to be?" She was enjoying the verbal sparring match a little too much, but her girlfriend's mention of the concert in Houston hit a raw nerve. "Why are you going to that one?" The Latina's tone came out a shade more judgmental than she'd intended, but it was a valid question in her mind. Her face immediately fell, her body language screaming discomfort as she pushed off the table and retreated to the other side. The mere mention of Houston brought back painful memories of the past three years, and Santana had no desire to relive those experiences. "Sorry... I'm sure you've had this planned for ages. You should go without me, have fun. Meg's always been more your speed anyway. We can catch up after the concert or something." Santana knew she was being unreasonable, but she just couldn't bring herself to say yes.

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Giselle’s first instinct was to roll her eyes as her threat was judged and shot down, but as her eyes scanned over the property yet again, she found herself smirking instead as she was being kissed again. “Can someone pinch me? That was a threat because me fucking you in public is usually a hard no, but you agreed so it’s…can I seriously fuck you wherever I want? Like anywhere out here?” Sure, she knew that being out here alone gave way to a lot of privileges she didn’t have back at home, or even in Mexico, but she hadn’t been prepared for her girlfriend to open the flood gates this quickly, or with no hint of hesitation in her voice. It took some  getting used to when it was such a rare occurrence, but she could adjust. Or so she thought, but as she watched Santana rid herself of her jacket, leaving her in what was practically a little bit of fabric away from being a bra, she was drooling as her eyes traced over every inch of exposed flesh, and her girlfriend’s chest, which she was in the perfect position to look down her top to see. “You’re asking me not to turn you on when you’re wearing that? You might as well be fucking topless, San. Jesus Christ.” She groaned, her hands squeezing the Latina’s shoulders firmly. Even if she were trying to be on her best behavior here, Santana Lopez would find a way to tempt her anyways. 

Continuing to work out the kinks in her girlfriend’s shoulders, Giselle glanced at Coco when Santana called her out, and even the dog gave her a slight side eye. “Leave my fluffy little ball of cuteness alone. We’re not trying to make her a guard dog, she’s basically a teddy bear, which is how I love her.” She stated and shrugged. As much as she scoured the internet with true crime stuff, she wouldn’t have been dumb enough to go trekking through the woods with just her cell phone and Coco. In fact, she wouldn’t even come into the woods to a lake house without a weapon or two. She nodded at Santana refusing to let her go alone, and clearly listening to her enough over the years to also be mindful of bringing something to defend themselves. “You can carry pepper spray. I have a hunting knife that could gut someone like a fish, so we’ll be fine.” Her hands caressed her girlfriend’s slender frame with more pressure, wanting to be sure that she helped her relax as much as possible. Given how much hell she put up with from her dad, this was the least she could do for her to help her relax for the few days that they were away from campus. Giselle smiled at the confirmation that they were on the same page when it came to enjoying their time with no worries. Raising a brow as she watched the Latina get up from her chair, she was about to step around the chair and take a seat at the table until Santana started talking, clearly trying to torture her even more. Her jaw practically dropped at her words, and all thoughts about whatever rule she’d tried to set were long gone. “I hate you.” She lied just as her girlfriend kissed her again, and it was her turn to soften into the touch, almost too distracted to keep focusing on anything other than her need to touch Santana. She groaned once the kiss was broken and her hands were filled with a plate now. Keeping her hands, and mouth, to herself was damn near impossible now, and she would have dropped the plate under Santana’s gaze if her hands weren’t gripping it for dear life. “First off, screw the rule. We don’t need it. And second, we’re eating this food on the patio, then we’ll walk our baby, and then we can use this patio for sexual reasons. But if you keep taunting me, especially during the walk, I’m fucking you against a tree.” She insisted. 

Sitting down, Giselle put her plate on the table just in time for Coco to hop into her lap. “That wasn’t an invitation for you to invade my lap, Coco.” She teased, and the dog just made herself comfortable so she knew she wasn’t moving. “Remind me to tell my dad to stop spoiling her.” Not that he’d ever listen to her when it came to the dog that he pretty much claimed as his own now, but maybe it’d be worth it to try. Digging into her food, she let out a small moan of appreciation. Given her desire not to cook much, she had grown to be quite fond of Santana’s abilities in a kitchen. She still had questions about why someone of her caliber had bothered to learn how to cook, but her appetite had never failed to enjoy anything her girlfriend made, and going three years without it left her dying for more of it. “Hypothetically, if the love of your life were to do something crazy, like pack up her dorm room and move into your apartment, would you cook say…at least twice a week?” Giselle quizzed with a hint of a smirk on her lips. "You don't have to answer that now, in case you need to think on it. But since we're unwinding, and need to think about something other than sex, have you narrowed down your summer plans yet?"

The warm night air enveloped them as she allowed her arms to linger around Giselle's waist a moment longer. The look of surprise on her features only added to the Latina's amusement, her daring advances met with a mix of shock and intrigue. Truth be told, she would've spread her legs open right there on the patio and done exactly what her girlfriend wanted, no hint of hesitation or regret in her mind. "If you promise to let me go down on you in the pool later, I'll let you pick how and where to fuck me. No questions asked. It could be like old times," she teased. "Besides, my parents' lake house is hardly public. This place is so secluded that no one even knows it exists, meaning we can be as loud as we want." Santana's tone was daring, putting some distance between them before her tongue landed her in hot water and her girlfriend's patience wore thin. Reflecting on their recent dinner cruise and the cozy evenings spent at her apartment, she knew all too well that provoking Giselle often led to instant gratification, mainly in the form of her being eaten out. Not that she minded much, but with dinner almost ready, she needed to focus on preparing their food instead. Santana figured that by showing a bit more skin and highlighting her toned body, she could distract the other woman for a while. It seemed like a fair trade-off, given the circumstances. As much as they wanted to rip each other's clothes off, the night was still young and full of possibilities. They had the beautiful forest to uncover, stars to gaze at and kiss under, and countless memories to create together. Though public displays of affection usually left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, the intimate setting had helped to quell her nerves. Here, away from prying eyes, she could offer Giselle the affection she craved, as well as the love she deserved but had long been denied. Craning her neck to see her girlfriend's gaze fixated on her, Santana realized her tactic may have been a bit too successful. "You mentioned we were wearing too many layers, so I thought I'd do you a favor. Make up your mind about what you want, babe, or I’ll ditch the shorts next. And let's not pretend that you weren't already picturing me naked," she stated casually, letting out a soft sigh as her girlfriend expertly relieved the tension in her shoulders. With each skillful movement, Santana felt the need to shed more and more of her clothing.

When Giselle quickly stepped in to protect the dog from criticism, Santana’s eyes involuntarily rolled in response. Growing up, her parents never allowed her to have a pet, so she never quite grasped the strong bond many people have with their furry companions. "Right. She’s just an innocent creature," the Latina remarked sarcastically. "I had a feeling you would defend her, but I'm still surprised. Why don’t you ever sound this affectionate when you’re talking about me?" She asked with a hint of jealousy, shooting a quick glance in Coco’s direction. "She can’t understand us, you know?" Santana had never given much thought to the potential dangers lurking in the shadows of the woods. Still, she believed it was always best to err on the side of caution. After all, she had seen countless horror films thanks to Giselle, and she couldn't shake the irrational fear that gnawed at her whenever they went hiking. At least with her girlfriend by her side, she felt a sense of security, especially considering what she was packing. "Holy shit, have you actually had to use that before?" Santana asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. As a child, she had a comfortable and sheltered life shielded from many hardships, which led her to have a somewhat simplistic view of the world. That was one of the reasons she appreciated having Giselle, who always challenged her perceptions and kept her rooted in reality. She often found herself wondering what her girlfriend saw in her in return, particularly during moments when her stubbornness or temper got the best of her. It had been too long since Santana had been reminded of her own strengths, the very qualities that had drawn Giselle to her in the first place. Did she still notice them, the Latina wondered. Despite her moments of doubt, she knew that her girlfriend saw something in her worth cherishing, even when she herself failed to recognize it. "You love me," Santana playfully corrected, a smug grin on her face as she pulled back from their kiss. Their intense attraction remained as potent as ever. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the power she still wielded over the other woman, the ability to ignite a spark of desire with just a glance. "That was fast," she said, somewhat dumbfounded, as Giselle suggested throwing the rulebook out the window. "I'm not opposed to any of those ideas," she continued, a hint of excitement lacing her words. The thought of taking a leisurely stroll to whet their appetites before having sex sounded like a great plan to her. "Though I might skip out on wearing underwear this time if you keep making promises like that."

Santana prepared some refreshing alcoholic beverages before joining Giselle at the table. Despite being relatively new to bartending, she displayed a natural flair for it and was looking forward to impressing her girlfriend. The Lopez family always had a wide selection of top-notch liquors at their disposal, and the outdoor patio featured a convenient mini bar that she planned on utilizing throughout the evening. Without bothering to sit down at the table, Santana took a sip of her drink and observed the scene in front of her with a raised eyebrow. She recalled how Giselle had described the fluffy dog as a "ball of cuteness" earlier, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, your dad spoiled you rotten, and I think you turned out alright," she remarked, implying that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Her parents had a similar approach with her, enrolling her in numerous dance and singing lessons and lavishing her with designer clothes and presents. Their love, however, came with high expectations and a price tag attached, pushing her to excel in every aspect of life. Amidst all the pressure, one of the few moments she truly cherished was when she joined her mom for cooking lessons. The woman was a culinary genius, passing on her skills to her daughter with great care and patience. As the Latina anticipated, her girlfriend let out a satisfied moan as she savored the delicious food, and Santana watched her with a content smile as she wiped her hands clean with a rag. The unexpected question from Giselle left her slightly taken aback, a subtle flicker of surprise dancing across her face. She found herself mentally retracing recent events, recalling how her girlfriend had previously declined a similar offer not long ago. Yet, as she marinated in the moment, a wave of excitement washed over her at the sudden change of heart. Leaning back against the table, her gaze fell to the other woman's lap, where Coco had curled up into a ball. Her abs were on full display, of course, her tan skin glistening from the heat. "Hypothetically, if she planned on staying long-term, I would cook for her every day if she wanted me to," Santana replied eagerly. "And I don't need to think on it. I'd love it if you moved in with me, babe," she added, stealing a piece of food off Giselle's plate to give to the dog. "As far as summer plans go, don't think that I've forgotten about your birthday. We're celebrating in a special way this year, whether you want to or not. Plus, I already booked us that trip to Europe, and the tickets are non-refundable." Lowering her head, she placed another sweet kiss on her girlfriend's lips, this time long enough so she could taste the sangria on her tongue.

The lake house itself was the kind of thing one would only envision in a fantasy of sorts, which was on brand for the Lopez family. Giselle was practically in awe of everything the second they’d arrived, from the house to the views to the peace and quiet surrounding them. Even Coco seemed just as joyful about the new scenery, and she wasn’t even worried about the dog exploring the house as her and Santana got their things situated before they moved outside. The slight breeze, the sound of the water falling into the pool, their dog running around barking at the chirping birds all became a soundtrack for the kind of escape they’d needed, and she was sure that she hadn’t felt this at ease in ages. That sensation only heightened when she felt arms slipping around her waist, and she practically melted right into them. “You should tell me about some of those memories later, after we make a handful of new ones.” Giselle hummed. “And not to ruin such a romantic little moment, but we’re already wearing way too many layers while we’re standing here overlooking such a gorgeous view.” Was she beyond eager to get her girlfriend half naked, or fully naked if she were being honest? Absolutely. But it was a lake house and the correct attire was little to no clothing, so naturally, she was yearning to see the other woman in less clothing. 

Once Santana spoke again, she let out a soft whine as lips chased kisses along her flesh, sending chills down her spine. “Teasing your insatiable girlfriend with the promise of a good time will get your back blown out right here on this patio, Santana.” She playfully threatened, and honestly, she wasn’t the least bit opposed to doing such. The loss of Santana’s body against her own made her groan, but she busied herself with making sure Coco’s bowls were full as the dog seemed to perk up at the sight of their food. “You should’ve gotten the Bourbon out already, but it sounds like we just finalized plans for tonight, and now I have a taste for something else.” She confirmed as Coco hopped over to her bowls. “Good girl.” She squealed before she walked over and stood behind Santana’s lounge chair, letting both hands rest on her girlfriend’s shoulders as she gently massaged them. “Do you genuinely want to take her for a walk? I can take her by myself if that’s not really your thing. I don’t mind.” She pointed out. “But do you want to eat first? I don’t care either way, but I’m also not afraid of a leisurely walk through the woods in the dark. We might need a flashlight, sure, but I’ve watched way too many scary movies and true crime docs not to be a final girl.” Giselle should have been joking, yet she wasn't. Bending down, she kissed her girlfriend's perfectly soft lips before smiling, her hands still eagerly caressing Santana's shoulders. "Also, in case I didn't make it clear enough in the car, you're not allowed to stress or overthink anything this weekend. I'm officially making that a rule and if you break it, the punishment will be...ooh, orgasm denial! As beautiful as this place is, I'm not above spending the weekend edging you out."

The majestic beauty of the lake house never failed to amaze Santana every time she visited. Tucked away among the colossal trees, it exuded an air of opulence that seemed almost out of place in its secluded setting. While she had never been one to flaunt her wealth, there was a certain satisfaction in spoiling her girlfriend with such extravagant gifts. Giselle had always maintained that true happiness couldn't be bought with money, and Santana couldn't agree more. No amount of material possessions could compare to the happiness she felt in the presence of her better half. Amidst their lighthearted banter, she quickly found herself at peace, already envisioning a weekend full of laughter and intimacy. "Oh, don't worry," the Latina quipped, a hint of humor in her voice, "my family has photo albums and everything. We used to almost pass for normal before the dysfunction set in." Despite the underlying truth in her words, it seemed inconsequential as Giselle's thoughts wandered to more sensual matters. "Call me old fashioned, but I assumed we were holding off on having sex until we'd had a chance to explore a bit more. Not that I wouldn't love to get you out of these clothes, because I would," she teased, her eyes twinkling with a hint of desire. Though the image of her girlfriend's perfectly slender frame sprawled across the bed tantalized Santana's mind, her immediate thought was to savor the moment, enveloped in the warmth of the other's embrace. The soft curves of Giselle's face, the gentle slope of her nose, and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes all blended together to create a vision of beauty that left Santana breathless. It was in rare moments like these, surrounded by the unspoiled allure of nature, that her heart felt wonderfully content.

Santana's smile widened as her girlfriend melted into her touch, her pulse quickening with each tender caress on her neck. There was a glint in her eyes following Giselle's statement, prompting her to cast a quizzical glance in her direction. "You say that like it's not bound to happen anyway. If that was your idea of a threat, babe, it needs some work because I'm more than willing to let you have your way with me this entire trip," she purred, punctuating her words with another kiss. She knew they would be consumed by each other sooner or later, lost in a frenzy of love and lust. Deciding to indulge her girlfriend's earlier request, she peeled off her jacket with ease, revealing a sleek cropped camisole that clung to her sculpted abs and shoulders. Observing Giselle's appreciative gaze, Santana settled back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips as the hot air crackled with desire. "Are you going to keep this up all night?" She groaned, her voice laced with breathless anticipation. As the other woman's hungry eyes roamed over her exposed skin, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement course through her body. "If I get us alcohol, will you promise to stop trying to turn me on? It was hard enough keeping my eyes on the road on the way here. I don’t need any extra motivation to see you naked," she warned, and her words were the honest truth. Santana sank into the plush chair, her muscles tense and knotted from the stress of the day melting away under her girlfriend's skilled hands. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a state of bliss.

"I'm not letting you walk through the woods by yourself. It's too easy to get lost out there, especially at night, and we have no idea what kind of weirdos might be lurking around. No offense to our lovechild, but she's not exactly a guard dog." Santana cast a glance over at Coco. She didn't share the same affection for her Giselle did, but there was something about her sweet brown eyes and playful tail wags that made the Latina soften toward her. "I'll go with you, but now that you mentioned that, we're definitely bringing pepper spray. Those true crime documentaries exist for a reason – women like us need to be able to defend ourselves against axe murderers and other crazy shit that happens in those films." The unexpected kiss sent a rush of warmth to Santana's cheeks, causing her to sink deeper into her chair as if her bones had turned to liquid. As the soft imprint of Giselle's lips lingered on hers before fading away, she found herself yearning for more. The gentle movements of her hands seemed to work like magic, easing the Latina's tension with each soothing stroke. "You made yourself crystal clear, and I'm not stressed, so neither of us has anything to worry about," she promised. Rising gracefully from her chair, she moved to the table, where two plates of food awaited. With a teasing smile on her lips, she turned back to face the other woman, a look of fondness in her eyes. "Just for clarification though, this new rule doesn't apply to me getting you off, does it? Because I have some ideas about that for later that I think you'll enjoy. No clothing required." Leaning in close, she closed the gap between them, stealing a sweet, lingering kiss from Giselle's lips before placing the plate of food in her hands. Having already had a taste since returning from Mexico, she was now consumed by a different kind of hunger—one that only her girlfriend could satisfy. "Should we eat on the patio?" She finally asked, her eyes drifting over the other woman's body, her hunger for more than just a meal evident in her lustful gaze. "I'm starving."