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Sam quickly crossed through the lower level lobby of the building and headed out front. He was a little early for his meet time with Dani, but he didn't mind the wait, scrolling a little through his phone and answering a few texts while he lingered on the sidewalk. Where they were headed, he wasn't entirely sure but Sam figured talking outside and away from their apartments was a solid idea. Talking to Dani and clearing the air was a good move. His anger had long subsided, along with the confusion from her actions and now he just wanted to be honest and take it from there. So he waited, nodding at a few people who passed him to get inside while he waited for Dani's arrival.

Dani had been nervous since their last conversation, she was a rambling mess and if anything had only further embarassed herself more, but after her conversation with Sebastain and Jasmine she knew she had to just be honest. But that was what shook her up the most, talking about how she felt meant opening her up to rejection and that was the last thing she wanted. Still, she swallowed her pride, popped a piece of gum in her mouth, and pushed out of her apartment door. Checking the time on her phone, she made her way downstairs before taking a deep breath to settle her nerves as she walked outside and saw the broad frame she knew so well. "Hey...." She said softly in her greeting, fidgeting with her fingers as she was unsure on what to even do even though a huge part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him and not let go.

Sam looked up at the approaching footsteps, his small smile instinctual at seeing Dani, but also he wanted to reassure her a little. The nervousness was evident on her face and though it confused Sam, he figured it was just another thing they needed to discuss. "Hey. So it's a nice day, and I thought we'd check out the neighborhood." Flashing her another brief smile, he walked out to the sidewalk, waiting until she was at his side before heading down. The traffic was actually decent, the foot traffic not at all heavy and Sam glanced over to Dani, considering his words before speaking. "I know it's been minute since we last talked. I want to fix that. 'Cause it's kinda weird not talking to you. I was pretty pissed, not that you assumed I'd be mad about you spending the night or like, wanting space. But that you seemed fine with ignoring me. That you were gonna keep on ignoring me...I guess til I got tired of it." He shook his head and pushed out a heavy sigh. "That's not me at all. And I don't know if you need to hear that or it's more than I need you to, but yeah..."

Dani couldn't remember the last time she was nervous like this, but there was a glimmer of hope when she caught sight of that small smile tugging on the corner of his full lips, hands parting to settle at either side of her small frame. "Cool, I've never actually walked around here...so, uh, yeah let's do it." She said with a small nod of her head, lips turning up in the first smile she was able to muster as she fell in step beside him. Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, she kept her gaze on the sidewalk in front of her, nibbling at her bottom lip as she glanced over when she felt his eyes on her. His words processed slowly in her head, and she took a deep breath before pursing her lips into a straight line, "I get that, and I'm so....so sorry you felt that way. I never wanted you to feel like you weren't important to me, or anything like that." Pausing, she thought carefully before glancing back ahead of her again, "Not talking to you was the hardest thing I've had to do in a while, okay? You had every right to get irritated with me, I was being stupid."

Sam was grateful for the apology he didn't realize he needed to hear until Dani actually said it. It had bothered him, the idea of her thinking he needed to be edged around when it came to that stuff. They passed a number of shops and stores along the busy street but Sam's focus was on her, gaze shifting from the coffee shop to his side. "I don't think you were being stupid. I know that stuff's never come up for us, but it's not cause I was avoiding it or like, panicky at the thought of you spending the night. I dunno, it just didn't seem like something I had to think about. Like it wasn't a big deal, if it happened or didn't."

Dani felt a weight slowly but surely being lifted off her shoulders, nodding slowly as she glanced down at her tennis shoe clad feet, avoiding stepping on any cracks in the pavement, "I guess I just didn't know if I was being too much, I can be....a lot sometimes." The girl admitted, voice softer than before as she glanced back over to him, "I like hanging out with you, a lot. I guess I was just freaking myself out because I didn't want to push you away from something like that. I should've stayed, I shouldn't have made you feel like that because I'm all over the place and always in my head." Dani explained, nibbling on her bottom lip before glancing back over to him, "I guess, we don't really know that much about each other?"

Sam took note of the softness in her tone, and he had a feeling there was more to the admittance but he wouldn't push further. At her question, he gave a small hum of agreement. "We don't, but to be fair, I wasn't expecting you to be full of sharing or anything. Like, when is there ever a time in between filming to be like 'you're cool with cuddling, right?'." Sam glanced down, offering Dani a small smile while the pair waited at the crosswalk for the signal to move forward. "For the record, I like hanging out with you too. And I'm sorry if I did anything that might've caused you to overthink. We might not know that much about each other but I know enough to say you've been a great friend and someone I really like being around."

Dani nodded her head as she glanced up at him, laughing a bit under her breath, "Well, yeah, but then again....that's usually not on my mind when all of that is going on." She admitted with a litlte smile back to match his as she came to a stop, leaning against the pole as she pushed the button to wait for the signal. Glancing back to him when she heard him speak, she pursed her lips together, shaking her head, "You didn't....it was all me, and I should've been more honest and up front about all of this. Maybe we should get to know each other a bit more? No deepp diving in our darkest secrets and pasts but.....just little things. Because it's been horrible not being around you, on or off camera."

Sam raked a hand through his hair and pushed out a light laugh. "Yeah, we're a little distracted then." Once the crossing sign lit up, Sam offered his arm for Dani to take as they stepped out and moved along with the rest of the foot traffic to the next block. He really didn't have a specific destination in mind, more or less figuring they'd go with the flow but mostly he was glad they were getting to talk again. Knowing that she missed talking to him had him grinning once more; the feeling was mutual. They had fun and he enjoyed spending time with her, so the abrupt change, even if it was on his end, had felt a little strange. "Well I don't think we're ready for braiding each other's hair and telling our fears but I am down for gettin' to know you better. You're welcome to ask me any generic question, and I'll be sure to make my response real entertaining."

Dani heard that laugh, even if it wasn't that rumbling one that started in his chest, and felt things slowly getting easier....back to normal, whatever normal this was at least. As she looked up at him, she saw him offer his arm, and instead of even thinking or getting all in her head, she took it and leaned against him for a quick moment before walking beside him across the street. "Aw, c'mon, you won't let me braid your hair? Boo." She joked lightly, nibbling on her bottom lip as she thought about what to ask, before glancing back up at him, "Okay, tell me about your first time." Dani challenged, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him curiously.

Sam shook his head. "Nope. Everybody always wants to braid it, I don't know why. But I'll forget they're in and now I gotta explain to Angelo at the bakery why I've got a french braid, looking like Maria Von Trapp, no thank you." The question hadn't been one he was expecting, figuring they'd start with a favorite color at least, but he didn't mind at all. "Well it was pretty nice, far as first times go. Even with the awkward start. Her name was Whitney and we'd been dating for like...a month. Which was like two years for high school. She was wearing this really strong perfume and I guess I was allergic to it 'cause I sneezed and almost concussed myself on her headboard." He laughed at that. "But yeah, after that the tension from it being this big deal kinda faded and we got into it. It was a good experience. What about you? Awkward first time?"

Dani almost pouted out her bottom lip before nodding, "Well, I think you'd look adorable with braids but fine. Party pooper." She joked as her fingers lightly curled around his bicep before falling from the hold now that they crossed the street, and she ran her digits through her short locks, listening to the story of his first time with nothing but her undivided attention, "Oh my god, I hate having to sneeze in the middle of sex, you poor thing." Dani said with a little laugh before glancing back ahead of her, "How old were you? Like sixteen?" She question curiously before rolling her eyes at the question of her losing her virgintiy, "It wasn't....as special as I thought it was going to be. We weren't dating or anything, happened over summer of my sophomore year. His name was Dylan, he played the drums, last for like two minutes and didn't even get to cum sooooo it was annoying. But I'm stubborn so I did my research, showed up the next day, and things went a lot better."

Sam wasn't going to be swayed by Dani's pout (it was an impressive one, though he wouldn't let her know that, figuring she'd definitely use it to her advantage). Her fingers slipped from his arm and Sam shoved his hands in his pockets as they continued at their ambling pace. "I had no idea sneezing during sex was a thing like what do you even do? Just gotta let it go and hope there ain't a backdraft. But yeah, I was sixteen. One of the last ones in my friend group to have sex, actually." Sam arched a brow while listening to Dani's tale of a first time that seemed incredibly awkward, though the end was a little more hopeful, with the second time around. "Yikes. Damn Dylan, just disappointing everybody. You takin' the reins to improve the situation, that definitely sounds like you. You probably saved that boy from a lifetime of side-eye from unsatisfied partners." He nudged her with his shoulder and smiled. "First times, they're so hyped up. I guess they should be special, but sometimes they're just...not. And that's okay."

Dani couldn't help but laugh, nodding her head as she smiled, "It is, and it's hard because you basically have to grab onto something. Sneezing gives you a similar feeling to climaxing so, maybe it's like a two for one." Dani mused as she looked back over to him, eyes scanning those features that she'd missed over the last week. The strong bone structure, the bright eyes, warm smile....god she really did miss him. "Yeah? I was the second in my group of friends." She admitted, wind blowing her hair around before she tucked it back behind her ear, laughing as he spoke, "Look, sex was supposed to be great, from what I heard. There was no way I was letting that two minutes be it, I wanted to see the hype, and I totally understand it now of course." She explained with a shrug of her shoulder, arms swinging by her sides as she hummed and looked back over to him, "I think, at least for girls, it's just a way to become a woman or whatever. But shit sorta hurt, not as bad as some of my friends because I used to do gymnastics when I was in middle school so I was already pretty....ready to go. But the pressure was a lot, obviously for him because it was over before I could even enjoy it." She said with a sigh, shaking her head dismissively before glancing back to him, "Okay, you're turn, shoot."

Sam smiled at her easy laughter; Dani was always full of giggles and he liked her sunny nature, it was easy to see why people were drawn to her and why he generally enjoyed her company. "Something about that seems so weird, comparing sneezes to orgasms. Now you got me terrified I'm gonna sneeze while I'm...you know. And man that's a visual." Back in the day, Sam had felt kind of strange about being one of the last virgins among his friends but as time passed, he realized it was probably a good thing, waiting for a moment that felt like the right one. He smiled briefly at Dani's words and nodded in agreement at her reasoning for her research and wanting her experience to be better. "Nah, you're right for it. The pressure was such bullshit, and I'm pretty glad we're past that point now, you know, fan-fuckin'-tastic at it." Sam thought for a moment, wracking his brain for a good next question. "Hmm..who's your weirdest celebrity crush? Like the one no one would expect, who doesn't fit your type at all."

Dani finally could feel herself relaxing, the tense hold on her shoulders now melting and she couldn't help but scrunch her nose up, "You mean sneezing when you cum? God, I could only imagine how that feels, like would it be more intensified or....?" Trailing off, she shook her head with a breathy laugh before shrugging her shoulders, leaving the question behind as she felt the small tug of a smile on her lips, "Fan-fucking-tastic huh?" She teased with a wiggle of her brows, almost smug at the compliment before humming and hearing his question, tucking a strand of hair behind her head, "I think that Collin Joist and Pete Davidson from SNL are strangly attractive, maybe it's the sense of humor being so amazing, but they for sure aren't like my usual type of guys I go for. But everytime I see them on screen, I'm heart eyes as hell."

Sam shrugged and wondered with amusement how the hell they'd gotten to this point about the merits of sneezing during sex. "It might be intense, if only for the potential bloody nose you could give someone else while it happened." The teasing only made him grin; if there was one thing Sam was good for, it was a genuine compliment, and he could practically hear the smug in Dani's tone but really, she had every right to be. "Okay so what I'm hearing is you like funny dudes with weird haircuts," he joked, still laughing at her choice in unexpected crushes. "Colin kinda looks like a guy who brags about having a weed connect when it's really his roommate and he's scared of him. But Pete's cool. Far as mine go...Jasmine makes fun of me 'cause she's rude and terrible but there's something about Sofia Boutella, she's beautiful. Plus she's got abs on abs, and was a dancer? Sign me up."

Dani raised a brow at the blonde, almost in amusement as he spoke, "Damn, boy, how hard do you fucking sneeze? You act like when you sneeze a bomb goes off, are you one of those loud, scream sneezers?" She was playing obviously, as she nudged him with her elbow, that usual wide grin spreading across her face. "Hey, you said a bizarre celebrity crush, I gave you two for one. Plus, both of them are dating babes, so I'm not the only one who likes them." Dani explained with a little giggle before tilting her head to the side, laugh only growing as he spoke about their looks, "But he's so funny, like, I can't explain it." She said with a huff, before raising her brows at his choice of celebrity crush with a slow nod of her head, "That's the girl who was in The Mummy, right? She's got an interesting look, but not too crazy, she's hot. And you're right, her body is good. I've seen little things about her but not enough to really know who she is."

"Well excuuuse me if I'm not a dainty sneezer," Sam replied, adding in a hairflip for good measure. "I'm not a screamer but if it's powerful enough, I do move my head. I'm feelin' real judged right now." He couldn't even pout, not with her grinning like that and besides, he didn't mind the teasing at all. "Speaking as a funny guy myself, I get the appeal. Yeah Sofia's got questionable movie role choices, like the Mummy, but she's a sweetheart. Plus her and Charlize Theron together in Atomic Blonde? Hot damn." Their back and forth had carried them distractedly down the sidewalk and Sam hadn't realized they'd gone so far until he glanced up and really took a look at their surroundings, frowning slightly when nothing familiar stood out. "Okay...so I don't know where the hell we are. Do you recognize anything?"

Dani almost snorted at the hairflip he gave her, "Oh my gosh, I didn't know you were so sassy, Samuel Evans." She said with a smirk, shaking her head as she laughed, smacking his arm, "You know I'm playing, besides, I have pretty adorable sneezes so I wouldn't know about all that nonsense." She explained with a wink, pushing her fingers through her hair to shift it the other direction as the wind gave her a light breeze, "Humble, I missed that. Oh shit, yeah, I forgot she was in that too. Good choice, random, but good." She commended with an assuring and short nod before noting how his face turned into a frown as he looked around. Laughing as he admitted they were lost, she shook her head, "No fucking idea, I haven't walked around here before. You didn't think this through, did you?" She said with a smile, reaching out to grab his hand and give it a little squeeze, "Guess we got carried away with talking nonsense....but I'm really glad you wanted to fix that tension between us."

Sam laughed. "I'm just full of surprises, I know. And I've never heard you sneeze so for all I know, you sound like a trumpet and that's the headcanon I'm stickin' with for now." He didn't actually mind they were turned around on their walk. A destination hadn't exactly been on his mind, more focused on clearing the air and getting their back and forth back on track. Still, he managed a smile that matched her own and let long fingers thread easily through her smaller ones to return the squeeze. "Talking nonsense is my forte, darlin'. But, me too. So we're good now? I mean, we're clearly fuckin' lost but aside from that, you and me, we're cool?"

Dani couldn't help the roll of her eyes, something that always happened around the blonde male, and she pushed her lightly by his strong bicep, "Oh shut up, you're the one who would always say how cute I was. I do /not/ sound like a trumpet." She pouted, batting her lashes up to the tall male before feeling the pout melt into a softer expression with his long fingers slipped into the spaces of her own smaller ones. "Don't I know it. Yeah, I think so. Sorry for being a total spazz, I promise next time....if there is a next time, I won't leave in the morning and just leave you with apology donuts."

Sam shrugged half-heartedly, completely content to keep messing with her. "Like I said, we'll just see what happens when you get that first sneeze out." The tension had long shifted from his shoulders the longer they walked and the more they bantered, and Sam was glad to hear they were on better footing. He shook his head at Dani's apology and the mention of the donuts that'd puzzled him completely the morning after. "Much as I enjoy a good cake donut, it's okay if you wanna stick around in the morning. We could always grab a real breakfast somewhere." They were still lingering on the sidewalk, off to the side and not really in the way of the other pedestrians and with his free hand Sam pulled out his phone, figuring it would at least be somewhat helpful in navigation. "Should we just grab a Lyft back to the building?"

Dani huffed out a sound of unamusement, shaking her head and laughing, "Youre walking a thin line there, Sam. Thin fucking line." Dani said with a raise of her free hand, showing the small space between her thumb and index finger and glaring at him. There's a small smile on the side of her mouth, turning up into a wider grin at the offer of getting breakfast and the hesitant and curious feeling about sleeping over was washed away now. Thumb skimming along the back of his large hand, she nodded with a warm toned hum, "I like the sound of that....and having our Wednesday back, if you'll take me." She said with a bat of her thick lashes up at him, offering a small, innocent intentioned smile. "Probably, unless you had another idea?"

Sam enjoyed the threats, lips tugging into a grin at the show of just how close he probably was to...what, he wasn't sure and judging from the smile that broke through Dani's glare, she wasn't following through on it either. "Yeah, yeah...whatever you say." He did however, enjoy their usual Wednesday meet-up and hearing that she wanted to continue with them, he couldn't help but smile again. "I mean we gotta give the viewers what they want, right? Wednesdays are great with me, darlin'. I really didn't plan this out so I'm short on ideas, so I'll leave it up to you."

Dani caught sight of that damn grin and couldn't help but mirrior it with her own, the expression almost contagious when he wore it. There was an even bigger grin, however, that made her nose scrunch up ever so slightly as she nodded at his words. "Right, right, the viewers....because we totally film every time." She teased as she stepped closer, letting go of his hand only to wrap her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest with a sigh. "I don't know, but I don't care right now. I'll figure it out in a second...." She mumbled into his shirt, just happy to be able to do something like this again, given that she didn't even know if he'd want her around him ever again after their last intense meeting.

Sam didn't want to point out they'd filmed a majority of the time they'd met because really, whether it was on or off camera, he enjoyed her company either way. The hug was an expected one, but no less sweet and Sam moved instinctively into it, arms curling around her shoulders. "I'm telling everybody you're a big ol' softie," he teased, laughing lightly because she was so damn tiny compared to his tall stature. His hand rubbed her back in a soothing motion, content to let their contact continue a little while longer.

Dani knew that they filmed a good chunk of content, but sometimes, forgetting to filmed happened merely because she couldn't keep her hands to herself and he proved to be the same way. But everytime blew her mind, so the fact he welcomed her back with open arms was enough to make that smile stay on her face. "Shhhhh, don't ruin this moment for me." She laughed as she leaned into his strong frame, fingers lightly gripping onto the material along the back of his shirt as she held him closer. "I told you I can be sweet."

Sam snorted with amusement, because the moment was a nice one for them, a good change of pace after the days of weird stress and tension. He was glad things were back on solid footing. Not only since it would have made for a weird work environment but also because he missed being around her. "Yeah, I know. It's like fifty-fifty on the sweet." With a gentle pat to her back he leaned back, enough to catch her gaze and offer her another bright smile. "Ready to head    back?"

Dani rolled her eyes, cheek pressed to his strong chest as he laughed and she could feel it rumbling as she held him close, eyes shut now as she hummed when he spoke, "Best of both worlds?" Dani offered with a small laugh as she glanced back up at him when he shifted back slightly, almond hues finding those emerald ones that stared down at her. "I guess so." She said with a smile widening across her face before her teeth sank into her bottom lip, fingers releasing the grip on the back of his shirt and loosened her hold on him.

Sam shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, best of both. Always tryin' to hustle a compliment outta me, I see you." They were definitely standing in the middle of the sidewalk and figuring they should move before getting jostled by passerby, Sam reached for Dani's hand and headed a little ways up the street, leading the way to a less busier part so he could pull out his phone and arrange the Lyft pickup. "They'll be here in a bit," he told her. "Apparently we went really far,    like it's almost fifteen minutes back to the building."

Dani felt that playful grin cross her face before shrugging her shoulders, "I would never, but, I do appreciate them." She said with a little squeeze to his hip before feeling the hug end and her hand now taken by his. Easily, she slipped her fingers between his and followed him to a less busy part of the neighborhood, leaning against the wall nearest her and absently playing with his fingers, "Damn, fifteen minutes? What are we gonna do in fifteen minutes?" She joked before tilting her head to the side and smiling at him, "I didn't even realize how far we had gotten."

Santana wasn’t really sure how long it’s been since she was in the same position, flopped down on the couch, staring at the computer screen. Naya’s computer screen, whilst Lucy curled up near her feet, napping and letting out a quiet snores every now and then. It was surprising how well she got with the dog, considering she must have smelled completely different than the other Latina (judging from the differences between Heather and Brittany), not to mention that Santana wasn’t really an animal person. She didn’t despise them, she just liked having her distance and the little thing was all kinds of cuddly and needy and something she’d usually try to kick away. Maybe she was getting lonely, she got used to hearing Rachel’s morning vocal warm ups and argue with Kurt over how they should make their coffee. Now she was all alone in a stranger’s house. At least until someone hasn’t rang the doorbell and she came to open the door.

Heather sighed heavily as she got into her car and made her way towards Naya's house. She kind of wanted to make peace with Santana. There was something about the brunette that kept pulling her back in every time she even thought about ignoring her. She looked at the mint choc chip ice cream that was sitting on the passenger seat next to her, biting her lower lip. She hoped that Santana appreciated it, and realized that Heather had listened and believed her when she'd told her that it was her favorite ice cream and not Brittany's. She pulled up outside Naya's house and got out of the car, grabbing the ice cream before walking to the front door and knocking lightly, waiting for Santana to answer.

Santana stood in front of the door, checking though the visor, just to make sure that it wasn’t that creepy boyfriend of Naya’s trying to get her back after some of harsh words Santana has send in his way, but her body immediately breathed out in relief when she realized that it was just Heather. Grabbing the handle she flung the door open to reveal the blonde haired woman. “Hey… what are you doing here? Has sending pics of your tits over the internet got boring and you came in for the real thing?” She teased, stepping aside to let the older girl into the house.

Heather looked at Santana as she opened the door, raising her eyebrow at the brunette with a smirk on her lips before walking past her into the house. "You wish that was the reason I'm here," she teased back, heading towards the living room and taking a seat on the couch, waiting for Santana to join her in there. "I actually came here to bring you ice cream. It's mint choc chip." She handed the carton of ice cream to the brunette, trying to read her facial expressions as she pursed her lips. "You said it was your favorite and stuff..."

Santana pursued her lips for a second, following the blonde inside of the living room, but she only managed to comment once Heather’s back was facing her. “Maybe it’s you who wishes that, no need to project your feelings on me, I was just… surprised.” Since the blonde sat on one end of the couch, she was forced to pick up Lucy’s sleeping body and place it on her lap, gently scratching behind the dog’s ear. “Oh…” Santana did not expect Heather to actually bring her anything, besides that one time when she was hungry… it was almost sweet, considering not so long ago they’ve been arguing about the type of ice cream she liked. “Thanks… do you maybe want to share those?” She offered lamely, realizing that she was too busy arguing with the woman to know how to act around her when Heather was being nice.

Heather rolled her eyes at Santana, but decided to ignore her. The girl really had no game when it came to flirting in person. She smiled as she noticed that she'd pulled Lucy onto her lap and was fussing the dog. She was glad that they were getting along and that Lucy wasn't trying to rip the girls hand of for anything. When Santana asked her if she wanted to share, she gave her a small smile and shrugged. "It's up to you. If you want it all, you can have it. But we can share too. I don't mind. I got it for you, so it's your choice. I'm sure Lucy will help, though." She said, looking at the puppy before reaching out to pet her.

Santana only shrugged her shoulders, placing the dog on the side so she could get up and bring them some spoons and a little bowl for Lucy. “I’m sure Lucy will be fine, comparing to everything that Lord Tubbington consumed over the years a little bit of ice cream won’t make a difference for either us or her.” With those words she placed a spoonful of ice cream in the dog’s bowl and nudged her(?) puppy on the floor, before handling Heather the spoon. “I can’t be bothered with washing the dishes later so we’re eating from the box.”

Heather watched as Santana got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen to grab some cutlery. She noticed that the girl now seemed to know her way around Santana's place pretty well now. When she came back and began talking about Lord Tubbington, Heather smiled and nodded. "Naya lets her eat her food all the time. So I'm sure she'll be all good." She watched as Lucy began licking at the ice cream, smiling to herself. She took her spoon from Santana, playing with it in her hands and nodding. "Sure, sure. Washing dishes is for suckers anyway," she said with a light laugh, taking the lid off the ice cream and scooping a spoonful before handing it to the Latina.

Santana shook her head in response. “No way, you’re holding this, my hands pretty much freeze until I can’t feel my fingers when I hold cold things. It’s either that or putting it on the coffee table.” She explained, smirking bashfully at the blonde and using her own spoon to scoop a little bit of the ice cream, casually bringing it to her mouth and shrugging.

Heather looked at the girl and shook her head in disbelief. She was so...there wasn't even a word for her that Heather could currently think of. She held onto the ice cream, sighing softly and smirking back at the brunette. She dug into the carton and gathered some more ice cream on her spoon before bringing it to her lips. When Lucy finished her bowl, she laughed as she groaned before rolling onto her back and going to sleep. "Somebody's full." She said, smiling down at the puppy. When she looked back up at Santana, she licked her lips before looking away again. Maintaining eye contact with the girl was a real struggle, especially when they had been flirting earlier.

Santana stared at the dog for a while. She was sort of cute, even if the Latina would never admit to that, being all awwh over animals wasn’t her thing, really. Smirking as she caught Heather’s staring, Santana decided to try getting a little bit more into her head, it was all fun and games right? No need to limit herself. So she leaned much closer for another spoonful, staying near the box as she slowly gathered satisfying amount of minty treat, wishing the blonde would look at her when her tongue continued to run against the spoon.

Heather felt the couch shift as Santana moved closer to get some more ice cream. She was determined not to look at the girl. She just knew that she was going to be doing something completely erotic looking if she turned around. And fuck. There it was. She was right. She stared at Santana as she watched her tongue run over the cool metal, biting down on her lower lip. "You've got a little something right here," she said as she leaned in to lick a drop of melted minty ice cream from the corner of Santana's mouth before pulling back with a laugh. If Santana wanted to play the teasing game, Heather could totally play it. And she'd win it.

Santana Okay, so maybe she wasn’t as confident as she liked to pretend and having Heather just act like it was completely normal for someone to lean closer and lick along the corner of your lips like that wasn’t fair. At all. Santana’s body froze, her mouth hanging slightly open, knees brought tightly together and previously daring stare, dropping on the floor. Maybe she shouldn’t have been playing with fire after all, the Latina thought as she felt the rush of warmth reaching her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Heather smirked as she noticed the reaction Santana was having to the slight display of affection. Well, if you could even call it affection anyways. She dug her spoon into the ice cream again, bringing another spoonful to her lips. She decided not to say anything to the Latina about her reaction and shyness. She knew it would only make her close up, and she didn't want that. So instead she stayed silent, eating the ice cream and letting the girl get over her shock of the teasing, hoping that she'd back down now and let her win.

Santana took a moment to collect herself, her fingers fiddling together, her lip bitten harshly, until she was sure that Heather wasn’t looking at her, and went in for another spoonful of ice cream. She just wasn’t used to acting like this with anyone but Brittany, and even with the other blonde it’s been so long. She could barely remember how it felt to have someone who was so open to being closer physically. Santana has been longing for closeness for so long.

Heather smiled as she felt Santana's spoon dig into the tub, and she turned her head to then look at her. "You okay?" Heather asked, her voice soft and caring. She wondered if she'd upset the brunette by licking the corner of her mouth. She'd only meant for it to be playful and teasing, but clearly Santana had become shy and bothered by it. "I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I'm sorry if I did that. I'm just very...hands on approach and open."

Santana grumbled a quiet “Yeah.” under her breath rather than really answering her question. “It’s fine… you just sorta caught me by surprise. Won’t happen again since you clearly want to mack on me so much you’d use any excuse possible.” Trying to regain at least some of her cocky self, Santana forced her eyes to raise and look at the blonde, one of her eyebrows quirking upwards challengingly.

Heather stared at the brunette and raised her eyebrow back at her. "But, sweetheart, considering you're the one that keeps bringing all these things up, I think it's you who wants the making out and the sex," she replied with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She bit down on her lower lip before leaning in, pressing a kiss to Santana's cheek. "That's the closest you're going to get to making out with me. Sorry, little nipper."

Santana frowned, her arms crossing across her chest defensively. “First of all, I’m not little, just because I’m 18 and second of all, your tongue has been all over this just a second ago, so that’s like lying straight in my face.” Maybe Heather was a little bit of right, just a little bit… but she wasn’t going to just agree with her, on anything, ever.

Heather laughed at how wound up Santana was getting, reaching out to rub her arm gently. "You're so defensive. You need to calm down. I'm only messing with you. You'll get used to me eventually." She drew her hand back before gathering some more ice cream on her spoon and eating it. "Good ice cream, right? I got the best kind I could find."

Santana shot her an angry glare, fighting the urge to move away from her, except she liked the attention somewhere deep down inside. “I’d rather not.” The Latina answered defensively digging her spoon in the remaining of the ice cream and leaving it there. “It’s good, but I’m full now.” Blame Sue’s awful diet plan.

Heather sighed as Santana got all angry with her. "Fine. Don't. Whatever." Heather replied. She grabbed the lid from the ice cream and put it on before getting up and heading to the kitchen to put it in the freezer. She leaned against the counter once she was in there, taking a deep breath. Santana was such hard work. And Heather didn't really know what to say or do to get the girl to even...like her. She growled softly to herself before grabbing a bottle of water and heading back to the living room, seating herself at the opposite end of the couch again.

Santana couldn’t understand how come someone who looked exactly like her best friend could be so different. If it was Brittany, they’d be either making out right now, or the blonde would be enveloping her in a tight hug, to make everything better, but no, Heather was just being a bitch and two bitches in one place never meant anything good for anyone involved. “Look, I don’t know how this thing with Naya worked for you, but you need to stop with the passive aggressiveness, because I don’t feed bullcrap. I don’t want to fight with you 24/7”

Heather whipped her head around to look at Santana, glaring at her. "I'm the passive aggressive one? You should be saying that to yourself. I try to be friendly with you, but then you're just all defensive and angry. So of course I'm going to get annoyed. I didn't ask you to feed me bullcrap, did I? And isn't it obvious that I don't want to fight with you? I came over here with your favorite ice cream to try and bond with you. But you just...you don't get me. And I don't think you want to get me either."

Santana frowned, wrapping her arms around herself once again, lips formed in a clear scowl before she spoke. “What did you expect? I have no idea what’s happening around me, I end up in a whole different universe and then you make all those little things that make me even more confused than when I got her. How am I supposed to act friendly at that? I don’t even do friendly!”

Heather listened to Santana speak and rubbed her face with her hands. This situation was stressful for both of them. "I don't know what I expect, alright? I'm just... I'm trying hard with you and you just bite my head off in return. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do." She noticed how the girl had wrapped her arms around around herself, and sighed heavily. She was very cautious about what she was about to do next. She shuffled closer to Santana, very carefully wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to her side. "You don't have to be so grumpy and defensive with me. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you if that's what you're thinking. I just... I just want to be your friend or some lame shit like that. We are stuck together for an unknown amount of time after all."

Santana stilled for a second, it’s been so long since she was in such proximity of another woman. Because there was no way she’d admit to either Berry or Princess Hummel that she was a cuddler and Brittany has always been miles away. For a second, Santana thought that closing her eyes would help her pretend that she was in her best friend’s familiar embrace, but she couldn’t. They might have looked the same, but everything felt just so different. It hurt, because it washed away all of the illusion of replacing Brittany with her clone. “I…” She started carefully, but in the end she didn’t know what to say, closing her mouth and just cautiously wrapping her arms around the blonde’s slim waist, curling up her side and sighing. “I just want to go home.”

Heather smiled slightly as she felt Santana's arms wrap around her waist, glad that the girl was finally dropping her guard for a few minutes. She held her tighter and squeezed her gently, resting her cheek on top of her head. "I know you do. And if I could get you home, I would. I just don't know how to do that. I've tried finding stuff out, but it's just crazy people like you said before. I'm sorry, Santana."

Santana only felt herself melt further into the woman’s hold, she might have not gotten along with Heather that much, but being held like this was relieving and gave her a little bit of hope. “Do you miss her…?” She whispered after a few minutes, realizing that if her heart was aching so much for Brittany, her family and even those losers she called friend, Heather must have felt it too, about Naya.

Heather rubbed Santana's arms with her fingertips gently, pursing her lips when she asked her if she missed Naya. She took her a deep breath and nodded, before speaking to answer her. "Yeah. I do. I miss her a lot. We've been apart for a couple of months now. She ignored my texts and calls. And ignored me on set of Glee. And now she's gone. She's in Lima. And now you're here."

Santana nodded, accepting her answer. “New York, I was in New York when that happened, getting drunk of my mind because I saw some stupid pictures on facebook. I just wanted for her to fight for me… just once, instead of always just waiting for me to come around.” She sighed, hiding her face in the crook of Heather’s neck and hoping that somehow this almost fake closeness would give her closure she’s been craving for so long.

Heather listened to Santana speak, nodding her head. She stroked the girls hair soothingly, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "I know what you mean. I always did the chasing too, and it sucked. And I see pictures of her and Sean everywhere, and it doesn't hurt any less no matter how long it's been. I really loved her. But she didn't want me. She just wanted fame and was willing to do anything to get it. Including being untrue to who she is. Or maybe I just didn't know her as well as I thought."

Santana glanced up, trying to catch Heather’s expression without peeling her body away. “Maybe she was scared. Being who you are must have been terrifying, especially when you’re famous. I’m sorry you had to get hurt in the process. You deserve better, even if you’re a total bitch to me half of the time.” The last part was added in a lighter tone, trying to ease up the atmosphere in between them that somehow became heavy.

Heather shrugged her shoulders. "I was scared too. I have an anti-gay mom. But I would have been brave for her. I'd have done anything for her as long as it made her happy and she'd have been with me." She replied, pursing her lips and trying not to cry. "I'm sorry you got hurt too. Nobody deserves to have their heart broken." She laughed at the last part of Santana's sentence, shaking her head. "You're such a bitch," she teased, kissing the top of Santana's head.

Santana shook her head. “Maybe you’re braver than her, it gets so bad you can’t move or speak or even breathe when you think about it, and the chest pains are the worse. You wouldn’t get it, because you’re not her… well me I’m not sure how much our minds work.” Santana tried to explain, it was the same reason why she kept hurting Brittany over and over in the past. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that, because her body froze once again, still feeling the burning sensation on top of her forehead. “W-why did you do that…?”

Heather listened to Santana, sighing heavily. "I don't know. Maybe I am. I've had to be brave in the past. Stuff happened that toughened me up and made me suck everything up and deal with it." When she felt Santana freeze in her arms, she immediately realized what she'd just done. She hadn't meant to kiss Santana's head. It was just a reflex. It's what she used to do when she was cuddling with Naya. And the timing just felt right to do it. "I-I...I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to."

Santana slowly peeled her body away, immediately missing the warmth coming from the other woman’s body. “It’s fine, you can’t fight old habits, right..?” she assumed, straightening her shirt to busy herself. It felt nice, she was usually the one doing those gestures, since Brittany was too busy being jumpy and happy everywhere. Even when Santana asked her to stop for a while, hold her, she could feel the blonde’s mind racing 200 miles per second, except when she was being comforted. Brittany was really good at that… and apparently so was Heather until she hasn’t freaked out on her. “No need to apologize.. it felt nice.”

Heather nodded quickly, looking down at her hands as she played with them nervously. Normally she didn't get nervous, not even with Naya. She was normally abrupt and out there, but there was something about Santana that made her incredibly shy. She was just...different. But Heather couldn't exactly explain what was so different about her at the same time. She looked up at Santana when she said it felt nice, giving her a small and bashful smile, a hint of a red blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Oh, well, I'm not sorry then," she replied with a nervous laugh.

Santana didn’t even have to force herself to smile back at her. She missed seeing this smile, even if it wasn’t the same person wearing it on her face. Also she couldn’t help but notice the blush and nervousness she knew so well from years of studying her best friend’s body. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re a shy person. But those people don’t send their naked pictures online.”

Heather bit down on her lower lip as she heard Santana's words, chuckling to herself. "I'm not shy, normally anyway. I just... I don't know why, but you make me really shy." She admitted, shrugging her shoulders and trying to keep her cool. She didn't want to seem like a blithering idiot and make Santana laugh at her. But she truly did make Heather very bashful.

Santana smirked smugly, running her fingers thought the raven locks. “I knew you couldn’t handle the amounts of hotness surrounding me.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and nudged the blonde with her elbow lightly. “So… what are we going to do now that the ice cream is gone..?”

Heather rolled her eyes at the brunette playfully. "Yeah. Of course. That must be the reason." When Santana asked her what they were going to know, she sucked on her lower lip and shrugged. "Whatever you feel like doing, I guess. It's up to you. I'm cool with whatever you want."

Santana nodded her head with serious expression. “Knew it!” She announced proudly and tilted her head on the side thinking how to turn this whole situation in her favor, with every second, her grin becoming more and more devilish. “I don’t think you’re being truthful Heather, I’m pretty sure half of the things I want are out of your comfort zone. “

Heather raised her eyebrow at Santana. She knew the girl was trying to get her wound up and tease her, and also make her awkward. "Hmm, is that so?" She asked, leaning in until her face was directly in front of Santana's, her breath ghosting over the girls features as she spoke. "You have no idea how out of my comfort zone I'm willing to go for a pretty face."

Santana ‘s breath hitched as she realized how close they were. Stupid idea, like she actually thought she could outtease someone who didn’t mind showing her the sex tape of her and her ex girlfriend. Santana’s cheeks covered with blush once again, her tongue popping out from between her lips, running down the bottom one when she began wondering how it would feel to kiss her. “Tell me then…” She whispered, letting her soft breath rest on the pale skin. Eyes barely raising from her heavy lashes.

Heather exhaled shakily. The air between them was suddenly hot and thick with tension. And she wasn't sure what to do. She stared at the girls plump lips, wetting her own with her tongue. "Well, when I like a girl, I'm really willing to let loose with her. I'm willing to go the whole mile. I'll let her do what she wants to me. I'll do what she wants me to do to her. I'll spend hours pleasing her just to see her happy. Just hour after hour of unadulterated pleasure."

Santana felt a familiar tightening at the bottom of her stomach, her whole body on fire with each and every word leaving those pink lips. She played with fire and she just got burned because Heather was much more experienced in this game than she was. It was easy to pretend she was so great at flirting and the sex when the only person she’s ever been with like that was Brittany, but right now, she was feeling like a child, meeting a professional for the first time ever. “Oh…” Left her lips in almost a whimper, unable to move and give in to her own arousal.

Heather smirked as only one simple word left Santana's lips. She could tell that the girl was turned on, and she loved that she could do that to her so easily. It was adorable in a way. She looked at the flustered girl and ran her fingertips over her cheek gently. "So, are you feeling intimidated by this cougar?" She asked, her tone light and playful as her fingertips trailed down Santana's neck and then down her arm to her wrist.

Santana tried to answer her, any snarky remark would work really, but she couldn’t. Her voice disappear and instead, there were trails of goose bumps covering the patch of skin Heather touched, making the girl lose her breath and cause her heart to pound so hard against her ribcage. No one but Brittany knew how easy it was to get her worked up with those gentle little things, but somehow she felt that this wasn’t the younger blonde’s knowledge that has been working in Heather’s favor. She barely knew this woman, and the only words that could escape her mouth right now would be ‘fuck me’, something Santana was not ready to admit out loud just yet.

Heather felt the goosebumps appear on Santana's skin beneath her fingertips. She loved how much the young girl reacted to her touch. She reacted to it more than Naya ever had. Heather really wanted this girl. She knew that she was just 18, and a clone of her ex. But she was just so different. So exciting. So new and refreshing. Her opposite, and opposites always attracted one another. Her fingertips continued to trail over the palm of her hand before she took her hand gently in her own, squeezing it a little before leaning in, her lips a mere center meter away from Santana's. She inhaled a deep breath before finally closing the gap between them, her thin lips pressing against soft and plump ones.

Santana ‘s eyes continued to watch the pale hand, her fingers parting willingly, allowing the blonde to intertwine them together. She was so close and Santana was so unprepared for what was going to happen. Yes, she has slept with Quinn without hesitation, and there might have been a girl on two back in New York, but it was so different comparing to Heather, because she couldn’t be just a one night stand. Not when they were stuck together and not when such a simple touch could make her feel so many things at the same time. Santana’s eyelids fluttered closed the second their lips connected, the kiss was so soft and gentle, almost not putting any pressure at all, yet it made her breathless and weak in her knees, overwhelmed by everything that was this woman in front of her.

Heather sighed softly against Santana's lips as she kissed her, a feeling that felt much like fire burning deep inside her belly. Her skin felt hot, and goosebumps formed all over it as a shiver ran down her spine. Kissing Santana felt so different to kissing Naya. Kissing Santana felt...surreal. Maybe it was because this whole situation still seemed very surreal, but Heather knew it was probably just because there was something so amazing about Santana that she couldn't put her finger on. Her thumb brushed over the girls knuckles as she pressed her lips a little firmer against the brunettes, her body subconsciously moving closer to her too.

Santana wasn’t sure why there wasn’t any guilt eating her from inside as they continued to kiss. It always appeared when she was with someone that wasn’t Brittany, maybe the similarities made it difficult for her subconscious to interfere? Or maybe, just maybe it felt too good for her to worry. She wanted, … no she needed more. Clearly Heather though the same since their bodies were nearly flushed against one another now. Lips working in synchrony with such beautiful ease. Santana might have been less experienced, but she definitely wasn’t passive and as the kiss got a little bit more heated, one of her legs flew across the blonde’s lap, allowing her to easily shift her weight and straddle Heather.

Heather smirked as Santana's leg flew over her lap and the girl straddled her. She loved that she was being confident - something which Naya never was when it came to sex. It was so sexy. And Heather loved it. Her hands slid beneath the girls shirt, her palms roaming over the warm and soft expanse of her back. She sunk her teeth into the younger girls lower lip, tugging it outwards gently before soothing the small teeth indents with her tongue. Her lips then moved to her neck, kissing a path from behind her ear down to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, her teeth nipping at the supple caramel flesh.

Santana was feeling as if she was on fire, she had no idea how come things escalated so quickly, but really with all the talking they’ve been though it shouldn’t be such a surprise to her. Especially when she was far too busy moaning at the experience of having Heather’s mouth roam over her skin, causing the brunette’s hips to buckle, desperately searching for friction. Her own hands grabbing the sides of the older girl’s face, bringing their mouths together once again, this time much more roughly.

Heather moaned softly against Santana's skin as she felt her hips bucking to try and gain friction. She was loving how much this girl wanted her, and she wanted her back just as much. When her face was pulled up into another kiss, she eagerly obliged and kissed the girl back, her nails gently raking over the skin of her back to leave raised red marks. Her tongue ran along Santana's lower lip, seeking permission before slipping between her parted lips to greet the Latina's tongue with her own, fighting for dominance of the kiss.

Santana hissed at the burning pain radiating down the length of her back, but somehow it only made her roll her hips harder, kiss her more eagerly and flick her tongue against Heather’s trying to show her that age didn’t matter at all. Especially if the passion was there. The blonde told her all these things and now it was her responsibility to actually do them. “So much for that cheek kiss being the only thing I’m going to get, huh?” Santana teased during that short break in their kiss, her lips moving down the blonde’s jaw instead, making her way towards the pulse point.

Heather sucked on Santana's tongue gently, smirking as they pulled apart for air. "Hmm, you should have been able to tell by my face that I was lying. I look away when I am. And I was definitely not looking at you when I said," she whispered. Her hands flew to Santana's hair, tangling her fingers in the dark raven locks as the girl began to kiss her jaw and make her way to her pulse point. "You do know that once you kiss my neck there's no going back, and I'll rip your clothes off?" She husked.

Santana pulled away, looking into those dark blue eyes curiously for just a second. If that was the case, she was definitely going to test the woman’s limits. Her lips formed in a wicked smirk as she leaned down once again, pressing them firmly against Heather’s pulse point in a challenge.

Heather knew that Santana was immediately going to kiss her neck as soon as the warning had left her lips. And fuck, when she did, it felt so incredible. Her skin was burning hot beneath her skin, it felt like liquid fire was coursing through her veins. "You're so good at this for a young nipper," she teased, her hands tugging her hair gently before they moved to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it impatiently as she waited for the girl to detach her lips from her neck and lift her arms up. She couldn't wait to see Santana's body. She knew that it was going to be different from Naya's, and that excited her. It excited her that this girl wasn't her ex, and that she wanted her back before she even knew her properly like Naya did.

Santana was excited about what was going to happen, she was aware of how lonely both of them have been and how much they wanted this, though she could really live without the comments about her age. “I’ve started early, for all I know you’re not that much experienced than me, smartass.” She growled against the pale skin, eventually pulling away to allow Heather remove Naya’s shirt off her body. “Like what you’re seeing..?” Santana teased, straightening her back and thrusting her hips forward playfully.

Heather raised her eyebrow playfully at the girl seated in her lap. "I am very experienced, honey. You'll see just how experienced soon." Heather lifted the shirt up over Santana's head, tossing it to the floor and eyeing her gorgeous body appreciatively. "I'm loving it." She smirked as Santana thrusted her hips forward, her hands moving to run up and down her waist slowly. "You're beautiful," she whispered, looking into chocolate brown eyes before ducking her head down and pressing kisses to the tops of her breasts, nipping the skin gently now and again as her hands continued to roam over her body, paying special attention to her perfectly sculpted abs.

Santana smirked at the words. “Looking forward to it..” She admitted, watching with hungry eyes as the blonde pretty much ate her alive with that stare. Santana’s back arched, forcing her chest to press further into Heather’s mouth, the Latina’s hands tangling in the golden hair, pulling her even closer than before. For a while she allowed herself to throw her head back, eyes shut closed tightly and her breathing becoming harder and harder. But she felt like the blonde was a little bit overdressed, causing her to grip at the material of her shift, urging it upwards.

Heather licked her lips as Santana pushed her chest further into her mouth. She sucked at the skin just above the top of her bra, leaving her mark and smirking smugly. She continued her ministrations, getting completely lost in tasting and feeling this girl before she felt Santana tugging at her shirt. She detached her lips from her skin before sitting up, looking at the girl and staring at her kiss bruised lips as she raised her arms, allowing the Latina to remove her shirt and discard it to the floor. She wrapped her arms around Santana's back, pulling her close as she pressed their lips together again in another rough and passionate kiss.

Santana swiftly removed the offensive piece of clothing and finally allowed herself to look down at the blonde’s body. Maybe Heather was older, but she definitely didn’t show it in her physique form, she was gorgeous, perfectly formed and just so… attractive. Santana would love to explore each and every inch of that amazing body of hers, but she didn’t have time, she was already flushed against her, Heather’s lips claiming her over and over again. Santana bit onto the woman’s lower lips, sucking on it gently to ease the pain and ranked her nails down her arm gently, slowly making her way towards Heather’s covered breast.

Heather felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as Santana stared at her body. She'd never felt self conscious before, but with Santana, everything was different. The girl made her shy, self conscious, and a little tense and bitchy sometimes. She let out a soft moan as the girl bit down on her lip, humming a soft 'mmm' noise as her lip was then sucked to take away the sharp pain that her teeth had caused. She shuddered as she felt short nails dragging down the pale skin of her arm, and she could feel that her hand was getting closer to her breast. "Touch me," she whispered against her lips, her tongue slipping into her mouth again as her hands found their way to her ass, squeezing and kneading it gently.

Santana welcomed her tongue eagerly, sucking on it as soon as it entered her mouth, this way she could mute the moan ready to be elicited the second her ass has been palmed. She didn’t need to be told twice, moving her hand to the blonde’s perky breast, squeezing the flesh in her palm and pulling it down so she could sneak her way beneath it and gently tug on the hardening nipple. “So much for being a strong willed person…” Santana smirked, pressing a bunch of kisses along the pale skin of Heather’s collarbone.

Heather groaned as Santana sucked on her tongue, her nails digging into the flesh of her ass over the material covering it. Her head tipped back as the girl squeezed her breast, her breath catching in her throat as she tugged at her nipple. "Fuck," she hissed, the pleasure feeling incredible. "I am strong willed. Just not when it comes to sex," she replied, smirking back at the brunette. She licked her lips as her collarbone was kissed, her hands moving from her ass to roam over her back again. "You're still way too clothed," she murmured, her fingers flicking the clasp of her bra undone before she immediately removed the article of clothing, biting her lip as she stared at perky, perfectly round breasts. "God. You're so fucking sexy." Heather dipped her head again, her tongue immediately swirling around a dark caramel nipple.

Santana shook her head in amusement, a little bit of proud of this little advantage she was getting compared to how easily she’s been drawn in by the other woman. “Good to know.” She replied, licking the path of skin and sucking on the flesh harshly enough to make her mark. There was just something beautiful in knowing that she was the one who has done it, she couldn’t really explain it. Santana was never ashamed of her body per say, but with the way Heather stared at her, willingly leaning closer and ravishing her cleavage like that made her a little bit self conscious, enough for her not to be able to find a clever response, other than a moan or tug on the blonde hair. But…. She would not be the only one left braless, Santana’s hands were already placed lower and lover until her fingers could easily flick the clasp and left the thin material hanging loosely over Heather’s shoulders.

Heather barely noticed that Santana had undone her bra. She was too busy ravishing the beautiful exposed breasts in front of her. She nibbled on her nipple lightly before sucking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hardened nub. She only pulled away when she needed to catch her breath, her eyes still lingering on the beautiful set of twins. "You're gorgeous. Really, really gorgeous." Heather looked up at the girl as she made that statement, giving her a small grin before rolling her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "But I think I definitely need to see those legs of yours."

Santana was quite amused with how the woman was enchanted by her cleavage, sure she’s paid a lot of them, but it would be nice to see that dark shade of blue on her own face every now and then. “My eyes are up here too, you know..? “ She teased, just in time for her hips to jolt forward from the feeling of her nipples being rolled. “Heather…” Santana moaned out her lovers name, leaning just close enough to press her lips against the blonde’s, this time much more gently, almost like their first kiss. She took the blonde’s hands in her own and guided them to the zipper of her own jeans, encouragingly.

Heather giggled at Santana's words. "Sorry," she replied, a faint blush covering her cheeks. The way Santana moaned her name sent what felt like a bolt of electricity through her body. It sounded amazing, and it definitely got her all riled up even more so than before. She kissed the girl back softly, smiling against her lips as her hands was grabbed and guided towards Santana's jeans. She pecked the Latina's lips over and over again as she made light work of unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. "Stand up, baby," she whispered, waiting for the girl to do so before sliding her pants down her legs, her lips pressing kisses to every inch of beautiful caramel flesh that was slowly revealed as she tugged them down to her ankles.

Santana giggled at the silliness of her kisses, chastely responding into each and every one of them until her zipper was open and she was asked to stand up. Santana’s heart stopped at the word baby. There was only one other person who ever called her that, and her voice was the same, except… it was different, Brittany’s voice was a little bit higher and innocent, Heather’s was more raw and hearing her call Santana per ‘baby’ made it quite hard for the Latina to actually stand straight. Knees shaking at this point. Was it a slip or has she actually meant it? Santana definitely wasn’t going to ask, instead, she stepped out of the jeans and looked down at the blonde, as if she was asking about what she should do next.

Heather smiled as Santana stepped out of the jeans, biting her lower lip as her hands ran up and down her legs, her fingertips grazing over her calfs. Naya had never let her touch her like this. She said that it was too intimate. Yet here was Santana, a girl who looked exactly like, but was entirely different, letting her touch her so intimately and get so close to her. She gripped the back of the girls thighs, pulling her into her lap again. She nudged her cheek with her nose, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "You can do what you want, you know? I'm not going to bite. Just...be free and do what you feel like doing," she said reassuringly, knowing Santana probably wasn't as experienced as she made herself out to be. Her lips moved to her neck again, and she sucked on her pulsepoint as her fingertips stroked the girls inner thighs teasingly. She could feel them trembling, and knowing that the girl was so worked up was only turning Heather on more.

Santana watched the woman carefully, her body reacting to the woman’s touch once again, goose bumps and shivers were just unavoidable when Heather was exploring her body like that. Santana has never felt this appreciated even when Brittany made love to her for hours, it just felt as if it meant to much to the woman she barely knew in the first place. You didn’t act like that with a hookup. Even once she was once again, sitting on top of the woman’s thighs, Santana was confused and a little bit flushed. She would do what she wanted if she knew what she wanted in the first place. “I… “ Santana started to at least try voicing her messy thought, but her breath hitched the second she felt those hands moving closer and closer to where she needed them. “Just kiss me again.. please.”

Heather stroked Santana's thighs a little higher up as she noted how confused the girl seemed, trying to relax her. She nodded as she asked her to kiss her, her hands holding her face as she pressed their lips together again, her thumbs stroking her cheekbones as she rolled her hips up against the brunettes. This was more than just a hookup to Heather. She cared about Santana, and she wanted her to feel how much she cared. She wanted her to trust her. And maybe completing this act of intimacy would be able to achieve both of those things. She continued to kiss her as her hands moved to her thighs again, squeezing them somewhat possessively before her index finger ran across the waistband of her panties, and as it did that, she intensified the kiss and deepened it a little more.

Santana shut her eyes tightly, losing herself in the kiss and rolling her hips to meet the blonde’s every single time. The friction wasn’t enough to get her anywhere, but it was pleasant enough for them to keep going like that. To explore each other, hands roaming along the Heather’s shoulders, her naked back and up again, tangling in her golden locks. Heather was so close to where she needed her the most and their kisses only grew more and more intimate. Santana wanted her so much right then, and she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, so the tan hands move in between them once again, peeling away the material of her bra that has been loosely hanging there and moving lower to work on the buttons of her pants.

Heather sucked Santana's lower lip into her mouth, running her tongue across it as Santana peeled her bra away and began working on unbuttoning her pants. "Are you trying to get me out my pants, Miss. Lopez?" She teased, pulling away to press kisses to the column of Santana's neck and nibble on her pulsepoint. She wanted Santana to take her sweet time or go as fast as she wished. She wanted the girl to do whatever she wanted to her. Heather was only going to take charge when it came to the actual sex. For now, she was content in letting the girl admire her and do as she wished. She watched as the Latina removed her pants, biting her lower lip. "You look super gorgeous doing that," she said, her voice soft and airy.

Santana could only smirk in response, finally done with the zipper of the blonde’s jeans. “Maybe I am, I don’t think you mind that much…” She wanted to say more, but it was hard to speak when she was fighting back a moan from the way Heather’s mouth worked on her pulse point. She has found the spot so easily, and put the perfect amount of pressure, leaving the Latina in awe. Pulling away, Santana proceeded to kiss down her body and lowered herself. She slid to the ground, kneeling in front of her as the tan hands took the jeans off her legs. She pressed kisses along every single inch of the revealed skin. Hands running up and down the pale thighs. “Yeah..?” Santana grinned, resting her cheek next to the woman’s knee, dark eyes wandering upwards to meet Heather’s.

Heather couldn't believe how amazing it felt as Santana's lips kissed their way down her body. It felt euphoric, and Heather really couldn't get enough. It felt like nothing she'd ever felt before, not even with Naya. The girl was amazing at what she was doing, not that she was doing that much. Her breathing faltered as Santana began kissing her legs as she removed her jeans, her legs trembling with want and need. The Latina looked perfect as she knelt on the floor between her legs. Heather burned that image into her memory to remember it for a long time to come. She let out a soft whimper as Santana ran her hands over her thighs, so close to where she wanted and needed her. When the girls cheek rested against her knee, a jolt of electricity shot through the blonde. She looked so beautiful and perfect, and Heather just wanted to keep her there forever more. "Definitely, babe," she said with a smirk, looking into darkening chocolate brown orbs. Her hands reached forwards, and her fingers ran through the girls silky black hair. "You do know how beautiful you are, right? Because you're fucking out of this world."

Santana wasn’t used to so many compliments, she’s been denying Brittany the pleasure of talking to her during sex for so long that even after they got properly together, the girl only dared to used dirty talk, instead of compliments. It was Santana’s own fault, really, but now… Heather didn’t seem to have the same issue, telling her that over and over again and it made her feel so warm on the inside. “I’d say that one was quite accurate.” Santana smirked, parting her lips and attaching them to the side of her knee, slowly kissing upwards. “What do you want from me, babe?” She asked, toying with the hem of the woman’s panties in between her fingers.

Heather laughed softly and rolled her eyes playfully as Santana agreed. She was so cocky, but behind that confidence, Heather could tell she was a little insecure like any other girl. And it was so cute. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart pounded harshly against her rib cage as the girl began kissing from her knee and up towards the top of her thigh. She licked her lips as she looked at the girl, her hips involuntarily bucking forwards as she toyed with the hem of her panties. "I want you. I want you to take me however you want. I need you to just be you and take full advantage of me. That'll be the sexiest thing in the world to me. Sexier than me telling you exactly what I want, babe."

Santana just couldn’t wipe the smirk off her face. “As you wish..” She was already able to smell how much the other woman wanted this. Without hesitation, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Heather’s panties and nudged the woman to raise her hips enough to help her remove the material. Pulling the blonde towards the edge of the sofa by the backs of her thighs, Santana settled more comfortably on the floor, throwing both of the pale legs over her shoulders and biting onto her inner thigh teasingly, her intentions to leave her mark clear.

Heather could feel the goosebumps appearing all over her skin as Santana's fingers hooked into her waistband and she began tugging her panties down. She lifted her hips and smirked at the brunette, watching with eager eyes as the lacy material slid down her legs. She let out a small grunt as Santana pulled her to the edge of her sofa, absolutely loving how demanding she was being. She crossed her ankles at the small of Santana's back, digging her heels in gently with a playful grin. When Santana bit down on her thigh, she let out a loud moan and let her head fall back. "Don't be a tease, Miss. Lopez."

Santana looked up at her surprised. “Didn’t you just tell me to take you as I please..? This is the way I wish to do you so shush it or I’ll pull away, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Slowly, she traced her tongue along the bruise, before moving it along the path in between Heather’s hipbones, right towards the other inner thigh where she sucked the flesh into her mouth as well. There was no way she’d give in right away, not when she had this woman, ready and wanting right in front of her.

Heather pouted down at the girl as she told her to be quiet. "I definitely wouldn't want that. I need to know how you feel." She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans and whimpers as the girls tongue traced over her skin. It was like her tongue was fire and scorching the pale flesh. But it felt absolutely incredible, and the blonde simply couldn't get enough. Her hips bucked forwards again as the girl sucked on her other thigh, and then she attempted to grind down against the couch, groaning in frustration when she couldn't create enough friction to at least somewhat dull the insatiable ache between her thighs.

Santana chuckled against her skin, letting the quiet hums vibrate along her flesh as she moved her kisses closer and closer to where the blonde needed her the most. It was just a matter of few seconds when her eyes made sure that Heather was looking at her, and her tongue slipped in between the wet folds without a warning. Santana moaned at the taste, quite surprised that it was so different then Brittany’s. They were supposed to be the same physically, but maybe the whole eating habits and daily routines bullcrap was true after all. She didn’t have much time to think about it, because she was too busy tracing her tongue around the swollen bundle of nerves, her hands still running up and down woman’s thighs in a soothing manner and as a way to keep her grounded at the same time.

Heather looked down at the girl between her thighs, wishing and hoping that soon she'd stop teasing her and she'd get to experience that amazing mouth of hers somewhere else. And it was as if Santana had read her mind, because as soon as she'd locked with her, the girls tongue was running through her folds, causing Heather to immediately tangle her hands in black hair, pushing Santana closer. "Fuck, Santana," she moaned, soft pants leaving her lips. She cried out as the Latina's tongue began circling her bundle of nerves, her knuckles turning white as her fingers dug into her scalp with pleasure. Never before had she felt this good after just a few seconds. Santana may have talked big and acted big, but she could definitely deliver too. "You feel fucking amazing," she purred, one of her hands moving to the back of her neck to keep her in place, her thumb stroking over the skin gently as she fought against the girls hands to buck her hips gently against her face.

Santana absolutely loved each and every sound leaving those delicious pink lips, she slowly continued dragging her tongue up and down her slit, flicking the woman’s clit every now and then, but not really putting that much pressure on it, until she didn’t feel her hair being squeezed quite intensively. Smirking under her nose, Santana wrapped her lips around the swollen bundle and proceeded to suck gently, her fingers digging into flesh of Heather’s ass, holding her closer and urging her to thrust forward more harshly. She loved how Heather wasn’t afraid of showing that she wanted her just as much and wanted to keep a hold on her, there was just something exciting about it, being unable to pull away.

Heather cried out Santana's name as the girls perfectly plump and kissable lips wrapped around her clit. Her thighs were trembling with pleasure, and she could feel the familiar pull in the pit of her stomach, signaling that this girl would pushing her to her limits in little to no time. And Heather knew that if she came so soon, it would be a little embarrassing. So she closed her eyes, trying to relax and just feel what the girl was doing to her, trying to deny herself her feeling ecstasy for now. She smirked and bit her lower lip harshly as she felt Santana's hands on her ass, trying to get her to buck her hips more. She did exactly that, bucking her hips roughly against the Latina's face, moaning at the insane feeling of pleasure that it caused her. "You and your mouth deserve a fucking trophy or something. Who knew you'd be so good at this?" She teased, grinning down at the girl cheekily as she tugged her hair gently. Deciding she wanted to do more than just sit and enjoy this, she ran her palms over her stomach and up to her breasts, pinching her own nipples gently and whimpering, wanting to give Santana a good show.

Santana moaned against the woman’s heated core, trying her best to regain any form of control so she could continue with pleasing her. It was just a little bit hard, especially when her own ache was growing more and more with each delivered lick. The Latina’s short fingernails dug into the pale skin, kneading it with satisfaction. Her eyes, that closed the second things got a little more intense, managed to flutter open, just for a second, so she got to whisper a soft “I did”, lowering her tongue and circling it around the blonde’s entrance. And Heather would just get exactly what she wanted if she didn’t start doing… that . Santana was mesmerized, barely moving on her own as she watched the woman above her in awe. She wasn’t used to this and even though her tongue thrust inside of her, it was still as her mouth hung wide open, mind slowly taking in the image.

Heather groaned softly as she felt the vibrations from Santana's moans against her heated flesh. She tightened her legs around her as she felt her nails digging into her skin, licking her lips as her fingers began kneading her thighs. She smirked at Santana's cockiness, but then whimpered with pathetic need and desperation as the girls tongue circled her entrance. She almost cursed herself for touching her own breasts when Santana stopped her ministrations to stare at her. But the look of lust in the girls eyes was enough to make the action worth it. Her eyes rolled back as the Latina's tongue finally pushed inside her, and she squeezed her breasts roughly. "Baby, please..." She begged, needing Santana to move her tongue. She hadn't even realized that she'd called her baby again. It just came so naturally, especially when her and Santana were being so intimate.

Santana couldn’t wake up from her own trance, the way flesh of Heather’s breasts fit in her hands and how much she begged for her was just a little bit overwhelming. After a prolonged, uncomfortable moment, she finally realized what she was doing and pulled out her tongue, repeatedly thrusting it back as her nose bumped against the woman’s clit. For a second, she sucked in the thin patch of skin surrounding the blonde’s entrance, dark eyes shutting tightly once again, her hold on Heather tightening so with another push inside she could reach even deeper than before. God it felt so good to please this woman, there was this weird sort of closure she got every time the older girl’s fist tightened around the raven locks.

Heather moaned lewdly as the girl finally began thrusting her tongue in and out of her, the feeling of her nose bumping against her clit overwhelming and delicious. She moaned as Santana sucked at her flesh, her hips bucking against her face again. As her tongue pushed deeper inside her, the woman could feel herself getting closer and closer to her climax, goosebumps appearing over her skin as a thin sheen of sweat covered her body. "Fuck, just a little more," she all but begged, her fingertips massaging the girls scalp as he heels dug into her back again, trying to keep her as close as possible.

Santana was aware of the fact how the woman’s wall began tightening around her tongue, and she was more than willing to give her that one last push she needed so much. Without hesitation, her left hand let go of the pale skin and snuck in between their bodies once again, thumb pressing against Heather’s clit, drawing small circles around it, whilst Santana’s tongue continued on its ministrations. She just needed to experience the beautiful sights of the woman above her reaching her peak.

Heather felt like she was about to explode in the best way as Santana snaked her hand between them and began circling her clit with her thumb. Heather couldn't get enough of the absolutely intense and insane feeling of pleasure it was bringing. She had no idea what it was about Santana, but simply just because it was her doing it, it made it all the more fantastic. Her walls clenched tightly around the girls tongue as she finally fell apart, screaming out Santana's name her hands flew to her back, her nails scraping the skin as her hips bucked wildly and uncontrollably against the girls face. Her breathing was labored and ragged, her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding, but it all felt out of this world.

Santana smirked with satisfaction as the woman feel apart in front of her. She leaped her juices slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of her lover, never really stopping her from the bucking. It was just so hot to see how much Heather wanted and needed her. Santana hasn’t felt this appreciated in such a long time that she couldn’t even word correctly how much she was appreciating it herself. Heather was so beautiful, her body so perfect when it arched in pleasure and it reacted exactly the way Santana wanted it to. Slowing down her movements, the Latina made sure that the blonde’s breathing became closer to normal as she placed one final kiss against her core and looked up proudly. “Not bad for a kid, huh?”

Heather let herself relax back into the couch as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. It was the hardest she'd probably ever came. But she wasn't going to admit that to Santana and inflate the girls ego anymore than it already was. Not yet at least. Maybe she'd eventually tell her. Her body shuddered as she pressed one last kiss to her over sensitive core. She smirked as she heard Santana's words, looking down at her with heavy lidded eyes. "Definitely. You were amazing," she replied, her voice hoarse due to her screams. "Come here," she whispered, pulling the girl up into a slow and lazy kiss, moaning softly as she tasted herself on her tongue and lips.

Santana obeyed the request without hesitation, climbing up the blonde’s body and kissing her back in a slow, but oh so perfect pace. “Well I’m glad your experienced self could enjoy some young perspective.” She teased , settling herself more comfortably on her lap and leaning in for another kiss, just so she could curl up her body afterwards. Santana wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she always needed a little bit of closure after sex. It was something she denied herself for so long that it became too rare. She didn’t get to enjoy being with Brittany properly and after that everything turned into one night stands.

Heather chuckled at Santana's words. "I definitely enjoyed your young perspective. You're one of the best people I've ever been with." She smiled against Santana's lips as she was kissed again, returning the kiss softly. It felt nice to have Santana sit in her lap and initiate kissing after she'd been with Naya, who rolled away from her and went to sleep because she didn't want to face her feelings. She wrapped her arms around the girl and held her close, rubbing her back gently as she kissed her hair. "I'll definitely be returning the favor. Just give me a few minutes to gain some strength," she teased.

Santana quirked an eyebrow at the confession. “One of? Weren’t you only like with one another chick who was in denial. No need to lie to me, I know I’m a sex goddess.” Okay so maybe Santana was a little bit cocky, but after hearing the blonde scream her name, she couldn’t really be blamed for it, right? “You can take all the time in the world, I’m not in hurry as I’m stuck in here.” She muttered in response, leaning in to place a playful bite on the side of Heather’s jaw.

Heather rolled her eyes. "I meant one of the best people I've had sex with. I have had sex with guys too, you know. But you are a sex goddess, yes." She smiled at the younger girl, giggling as her jaw was bitten. "Well, I'm kind of enjoying you being stuck here at the moment, so." She leaned in and nipped Santana's nose before pressing a kiss to it. "And if you were to go back before you'd gotten an orgasm too, that would be an awfully big shame."

Santana chucked softly, realizing that maybe being stuck in there wasn’t as terrible as she thought at the beginning. “Yeah, I think I am too.” She admired, scrunching her face as she felt heather’s mouth on top of her nose. “It would, Imagine travelling through the Universes whilst being sexually frustrated and never getting an answer for whether you’re just cocky or do you really know what you’re doing. It’d haunt me for years.” Santana smirked, rolling her hips playfully against the blonde’s toned thigh.

Heather smiled softly, happy that Santana was kind of enjoying being around Heather too. She sighed as the girl scrunched her face. It was even more adorable then when Naya did it, if that were even possible. She laughed loudly at the girl, shaking her head. "That would be terrible. And I'd never know if you could take me like a trooper," she smirked. She bit her lip as Santana's hips rolled against her thigh, and she leaned in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna go check if Naya has something that I left here still. And if she does. Oh boy are you in for a treat." She pecked Santana's lips over and over before reluctantly getting up from the sofa to head upstairs, shaking her ass at the girl playfully before jogging up the stairs and to Naya's bedroom to search for what she needed.

Santana ‘s eyebrow quirked curiously, wondering what kind of something was she talking about, but instead of asking, she watched the woman’s perfect curves move further and further away from her. God she looked so delicious, even though Santana just got a taste for herself. As she sat back down, Santana became painfully aware of the ache radiating from in between her legs and cautiously slid the damp material of her panties off herself. For a moment she began contemplating whether or not she should actually wait for Heather or start releasing the tension on her own, in the end, she just clenched her legs tightly together and proceeded to impatiently tap her fingers along the couch’s cushions.

Heather rifled through Naya's drawers once she'd entered the woman's bedroom. So far she couldn't find what she was looking for, and she huffed loudly to herself. But just then, a thought sprung into her mind and she made her way over to the huge closet on the other side of the room, rummaging around in the bottom of it until she felt a familiar box. She grinned to herself before pulling it out and taking the lid off. "Fuck yeah." She said triumphantly. She took the strap on out of the box, smirking to herself. She wasted no time, slipping the harness on and tightening the straps before making her way back downstairs, smiling as she saw Santana seated on the couch. "I'm baaack."

Santana ‘s eyes immediately went towards the blonde woman and her mouth fell slightly open. Sure her and Brittany talked about getting a strap on before things got out of hands, but she always imagined being the one wearing it. Brittany was the one who liked boys as well, so it only made sense and now, Heather was standing in front of her with this.. thing in between her legs. “You do realize I’m gay, right?” Santana asked a little bit dumbfolded about how she felt.

Heather found Santana's question absolutely adorable. She was so fucking cute. She chuckled softly before moving to sit next to her on the couch. "Being gay doesn't mean you can't enjoy things like this, okay? It doesn't make you any less gay if you let me use this on you. It's to increase your pleasure. I'm not a guy, and this isn't a real dick. It's just silicone. So don't worry, okay?" She said as she held Santana's hands in her own gently. She didn't want to push her into anything, but she wanted her to understand that was perfectly acceptable to use a strap on during sex, regardless of sexuality.

Santana squeezed their joined hands tightly, her eyes still warily glancing down at the toy, but then she realized that she had nothing left to loose and has had sex with guys without finding it repulsive, so maybe it wasn’t just about the dick after all. Fake or not. “Fine.” She breathed out, looking back up at Heather and pressing a soft kiss onto her lips once again. Her hands moving up and down the woman’s sides, resting at her hips and pulling her closer.

Heather smiled as Santana agreed to let her use the toy on her. She kissed her back just as softly as she was being kissed, grinning as Santana pulled her closer. "Can't get enough of me, babe?" She teased, trailing her fingertips up and down her arm as she began to trail kisses down her neck. "Tell me if there's any particular way you want to do this. I know it's your first time with one of these things, so just let me know." She pulled Santana into her lap again, peppering kisses all over the girls chest. She wanted her to be as relaxed as possible, not wanting to cause her any pain when they finally moved onto using the toy.

Santana could only roll her eyes in response. “Says the chick with a hard on.” She replied, smirk dancing across her features. Once she was safely placed in the woman’s lap, Santana began to actually think about how to answer her question. “I honestly don’t know… “ She admitted, feeling a little bit of blush spreading on her face. She wasn’t half as experienced with toys or anything like that in general. She only had one serious girlfriend and that was in high school, neither their allowances or living with parents allowed this sort of experimenting that often. They were anything but innocent, but definitely couldn’t compare to whatever Heather lived though.

Heather nodded and pressed a kiss to Santana's cheek. She could tell that the girl was a little shy, and didn't know what to suggest or say. She ran her fingertip up and down her spine as she looked into brown eyes. "How about we try it with you bent over the back of the couch? You'll have something to lean on, and I can go deeper and give you more pleasure and stuff." She bit down on her lower lip as she waited for the girl to respond. "Or we could do it against the wall, on the floor, over the table, on the table, in the shower, in bed. Anywhere and any way you want, honey."

Santana was overwhelmed by the possibilities and how much space Heather was giving her. She just gave her proposition without insisting on anything Santana wouldn’t be comfortable with. No guy has ever done that and with Brittany everything was spontaneous. They never really talked during. “Ugh, just fuck me as you please, I can’t choose.” She eventually groaned, resting her forehead against the blonde’s shoulder in defeat. It was sweet how Heather cared for her to be comfortable, but she was in literal pain and she wanted for it to be gone asap. Without any more hesitation, she clashed their lips together, hips grinding ever so slightly every time her lips moved against the older woman’s.

Heather winked at the girl as she was told she could fuck her how she pleased. She stroked her cheek gently with her thumb as their foreheads rested together. "Alright, babe. I'll make it super enjoyable. Promise." She moaned softly as their lips met in another kiss, holding Santana's hips and digging her nails into the skin gently to leave little red crescent marks. She could feel Santana grinding against her, and she knew that the Latina was probably getting desperate. She gripped the backs of her thighs and walked her over to the nearest wall, pressing her against it and pinning her arms above her head. She let her nails scrape from the girls wrists down to her biceps before snaking a hand between them and wrapping her hand around the toy, bumping the tip of it against Santana's clit with a smirk.

Santana whimpered at the sharp pain of Heather’s nails digging into her skin, but it was oh so delicious. She continued on her kisses, sucking and nipping on the blonde’s bottom lip as her thighs grasped more tightly around the slim waist. She loved feeling the woman’s weight on her, squeezing her in between her body and the wall. Santana just wanted to bring her even closer, not really bothered by the lack of control in current situation. Once again, her blood was boiling in her veins, travelling along the patch of skin Heather left with her nails. She didn’t mean to whimper at the first contact with the toy, or have her hips bucking widely, but it was just a natural response, she needed more and she needed it now. “Heather…”

Heather smirked at the reaction Santana had to the toy. "Mm, soon, babe." She pressed kisses up and down the girls neck before sucking her earlobe into her mouth, nibbling it gently. She wanted to take her time appreciating this gorgeous girl, not just fuck her like she meant nothing. She pressed their lips together again, sucking on Santana's tongue as soon as it entered her mouth. Her hand moved the toy to the girls entrance, pushing the tip into her slowly, looking into her eyes to see her reaction. When she seemed okay, she pushed into her a little bit more, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of having something to big and thick inside her before trying to push into her fully.

Santana just wanted to wipe away that smirk off her face for a second, but it was simply too hard when her body was lost to all of those sensations she was experiencing. Her head was already tilted on the side, taking sharp breaths with every single nip on her ear. Kissing Heather was actually helping her get down to Earth for once. Muting her whimpers and moans, even as her body tensed at the contact. She was still so careful with her, double checking every step of the way, until Santana was fully enveloping the toy. “God…” She moaned out, holding tightly only her lover as her inner walls clenched tightly around the silicone, trying to adjust to the size. She might have been really wet from everything that happened, but she was definitely not used to anything bigger than 3 fingers.

Heather continued kissing Santana, wanting her to be fully comfortable with the toy inside her before trying to do anything else. She knew that it was probably a strange feeling to the girl, only ever having used fingers and tongue for so long. She rotated her hips slowly, not beginning to thrust in and out of her just yet. "Does it feel okay? You're not hurting, are you?" She asked softly as she began pressing sweet kisses to Santana's jaw. "Just tell me when you're ready for me to start moving properly."

Santana wasn’t used to being treated like she was from porcelain, she liked things hard and fast and all of that, but Heather might have been the only one who bothered to stop and ask if that was okay. If she could move things further, it caused something inside of the young Latina’s chest to clench and her eyes to look back into ocean blue ones. She was more than ready and both of them knew it. “I’m not a delicate flower, when I said that you should just fuck me, I meant. Every. Single. Word.” Santana finished with a little smirk forming on her lips, just in time they pressed against the thinner ones. The brunette bucked her hips experimentally, trying to create at least a little bit of friction.

Heather bit her lip as she heard Santana's words. She was glad that the girl didn't mind being fucked roughly and fast. But she wanted to make sure she wasn't in pain before they moved forward. "Mm, okay." She mumbled against her lips, kissing her back. She moaned as Santana bucked her hips, the clip hitting her clit. She held Santana's hips as she pulled almost all the way out, before roughly thrusting back into her, the sound of their skin smacking together filling her ears. She repeated the action over and over again, getting faster and faster as the minutes ticked by. Her lips kissed every inch of exposed skin that they could find before she finally wrapped her lips around a dark caramel nipple, sucking greedily as she relentlessly continued her ministrations of thrusting as deep as possible into the girl before pulling back out and repeating.

Santana definitely did not expect her to start thrusting like as soon as she got some green light flashed in her face. It was a bit much, but she wouldn’t stop it for the world. Her hips stilled in place as she was forced to take exactly how much Heather wanted her too. Santana’s breaths became heavier and heavier, she was so damn glad that the blonde opted for the neck and collarbone kisses rather than her lips, because right then she would not be able to respond, struggling with gasps for air as it was. “Heather… fuck!” The Latina’s short nails dug deeply into the skin of her lover’s back, running down the whole length, red, visible marks left all over the flesh. Just when she was about to do it once again, her hands flung towards the golden locks pressing the woman’s face further into herself. She’s never felt this much at the same time, struggling with not reaching her peak right away without even having her clit being touched. That would’ve made her a real baby in the blonde’s eyes, wouldn’t it?

Heather loved the way that Santana yelled out her name. It was like music to her ears. She growled as the girls short nails raked over her back, knowing that the girl was leaving dark and angry red marks. She smirked against her breast as she felt her hands pressed her head further against her. She bit down on her nipple before soothing it with her tongue, her hips never faltering their relentlessly fast pace, pounding into the girl as hard as possible. "Mm, come on, baby. Time to move." She gripped Santana's ass as she walked to the couch, still buried deep inside her. "Stand up," she whispered in her ear, tugging at the lobe with her teeth. "I want to bend you over and fuck you," she whispered, her voice all but a soft purr.

Santana hissed as she felt the pain jolting down her body, but it felt so good somehow. Especially when Heather’s tongue has been soothing it right away. Being called baby over and over again pleased her ego probably way too much. She missed being somebody’s baby that having this very moment with this particular woman who seemed to just care about her so much made her feel content in every single way. Even when her limbs were shaky and she could barely stand on her own, the toy slowly slipping out of her, eliciting a quiet whimper from her lips. Santana was shivering, but not only because she was still feeling the aftermath of being pounded against the wall, mostly because of Heather’s words. “Do it then..” She whispered, ghosting her lips against the older woman’s teasingly, waiting for her to turn her around with the same ease she did the first time they met.

Heather smirked as she noted the way Santana's legs trembled as she stood. And the delicious little whimpering noise she made when the toy slipped from her was perfect. She nipped the girls lip as she felt her hot breath ghost over her lips, and then kissed her possessively. She grabbed Santana's hips, turning the girl around before pressing down on her back to make her bend over the back of the couch. She then grabbed her hips and lifted her ass into the air a little, then stood back to enjoy the view of the Latina all exposed to her. "Fucking hot." She growled before closing the gap between them, her lips kissing a path down her spine as her hand wrapped around the toy again, lining it up with Santana's entrance before slamming all the way into her with one hard thrust.

Santana moaned at the treatment she was receiving. She’d never admit it out loud, but Brittany, and apparently now Heather too had to be aware of how well she reacted to those situations. How much she loved being held down or feeling those perky breast pressed against her back. For a second though, she was cold, her body shivering once again, cold air hitting her sensitive core and quiet whimpers escaping her mouth. Clearly her lover seemed to enjoy herself. Up until she closed the gap, filling Santana completely once again, even more deeply than before. Santana brought her own hand into her mouth, biting into it to prevent a wave of whimpers from leaving her lips. She simply shut her eyes tightly, her legs parting even further as she waited for the woman to start moving again.

Heather felt a sense of pride as she saw Santana bring her fist to her mouth to bite down on it. She knew that she must have been causing the girl immense pleasure, and she loved it. When the girl spread her legs even more, Heather moved one of her hands to her ass, palming one of the cheeks before squeezing it roughly. She pressed her front to Santana's back before pulling out and then slamming back in, going as deep as she possibly could before repeating the action over and over. She bit and sucked at the skin of the girls back, wanting to leave her mark in every place possible.

Santana didn’t know what to do with herself, being bend over made it quite hard to meet Heather’s thrust and even if she wanted to, the rhythm the woman has settled on was too fast for her to keep up with. She has no choice but to obediently take it, fighting with all those sounds stuck in the back of her throat, every time the blonde slammed back into her. She was already at the verge of her orgasm, but wanted to make it last even longer, because as soon as she slumped down that coach, getting over her post orgasmic bliss, she’d have to face the reality.

Heather knew that Santana must have been close by now, and that the girl probably just needed a little push to finally be sent over the edge. She kept her front pressed against her back firmly, pressing open mouthed kisses to her shoulder blades and the back of her neck. She pounded into her even harder than before, if that were possible, and ground her hips against the girls perfectly round ass. Her hand then snaked between them, her index finger and middle finger quickly finding her clit and rubbing it slowly and teasingly.

Santana felt so good, she was flying, whilst remaining grounded at the same time. Heather’s hard nipples making her shiver at the same thought that they were pressing against her back. If it was hard for her not to cum on the spot before, then adding the pressure on her clit, even the slightest wasn’t helping at all. Santana’s hips pressed more firmly against the hand, forcing more pressure onto it. “ P-please… “ She pleaded, arching her back in utter pleasure when the blonde hit a particular spot inside of her.

Heather bit down on Santana's shoulder as she felt the girl pressed her hips against her hand, trying to get her to rub harder. "Mm, whatever you want, baby..." She husked, slamming into her at a brutal pace as she rubbed her clit harder, pinching it gently and rolling it between her fingers. "Cum for me. Scream my name." She purred into her ear, pressing a hot opened mouth kiss behind it before moving her lips to her pulsepoint, sucking roughly as her hips slammed against Santana's ass with every thrust into the girl.

Santana kept making little whiney noises thought her fingers as the thrust became not only more pleasurable, but also a little bit painful, she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She loved that she was being marked, even if she barely knew this woman as it was, somehow she felt like they just fit well together, the chemistry was there. And she needed that very moment, so with one final thrust, and right amount of pressure on her clit, Santana’s inner walls began clenching repeatedly around the toy, warm liquid surrounding it, Heather’s name leaving her lips in a loud moan.

Heather moaned as she watched the girl beneath her come undone, the sound her name leaving the girls lips driving her crazy. She continued her thrusts, gradually getting slower and slower to help Santana ride out her orgasm. She pressed kisses to the Latina's sweaty back, keeping the toy buried deep inside her until she was sure that Santana was ready for her to pull out. She stroked the small of her back as she did, biting her lip as she looked down at the liquid covering and dripping down the toy. "Fuck. That's hot," she groaned. "I wonder what you taste like..." And with that statement, she ran her finger over the shaft of the toy, gathering some of Santana's arousal on the tip of it before bringing it up to her lips and sucking on it softly, moaning at the flavor. She tasted nothing like Naya, which was a little weird. She was slightly sweeter, and definitely more delicious.

Santana was reaching higher and higher in her ecstasy. She didn’t know whether or not she felt it so intensively because it’s been a while, or because it was Heather who kept pleasing her, but honestly, she couldn’t care any less. Her body was a jello, barely staying there, well laying against that couch. Santana sighed quietly, the toy easing out of her with ease, legs slumping down a little bit. She was too weak to speak or enjoy it the way Heather did. Santana’s head hung low, breathing still a little bit increased and her body was covered with a layer of sweat. God, what did she just sign herself for?

Heather looked up at Santana as she was still laying slumped over the couch. Heather knew that the girl probably couldn't move herself just yet, but she looked uncomfortable. The blonde scooped her up in her arms with ease and walked her over to the other side the couch, laying her down gently and smiling down at her before undoing the harness and letting it slide off. She lifted Santana's legs up and sat down, then put her legs in her lap, rubbing her hands up and down them. "You okay?"

Santana ‘s eyes were still half closed, her limbs just as heavy. “I’m fine… I just need a moment..” She explained, throwing her head back and breathing out slowly. “That was just so… wow.” She couldn’t even find the right words for it, but Santana knew that the blonde had to be aware. After a moment, she raised her eyelids and looked up at her lover, hoping that somehow Heather would understand what she needed from her, without looking too pathetic or needy in the process.

Heather nodded her head. She grinned as Santana said that what she'd just experienced was 'wow'. It made her really happy to know that she'd pleased the girl. When Santana looked up at her, Heather smiled at her knowingly. Of course the girl wanted to cuddle. She was so adorable. And her cute little puppy dog eyes were irresistible. Heather managed to squeeze herself between the back of the couch and the back of Santana, wrapping her arm around the girls waist and spooning her. "You were amazing," she whispered, pressing sweet kisses to her damp raven locks.

Santana berthed in relief, feeling the blonde’s body securely behind her. A small, slightly shy smile spread across her lips at the words. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this so much. “Yeah, you too…” Santana’s raspy voice filled the air as she bought the woman’s hand closer to her chest, urging her to hold onto the tan body tighter.

Heather smiled to herself as Santana said that she was amazing too, and she pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. When her hand was moved to Santana's chest, Heather snuggled closer to her, pressing her front against her back tightly as she squeezed her to her body. "You're so warm and cuddly. Who knew this little badass would be such fun to cuddle?" She teased.

Santana murmured a bunch of incoherent words as a response, not really fond of being called cuddly, but at the same time enjoying the closeness of Heather’s body too much to care. “I’m not that little. I’m average height, it’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall.” She added defensively, yet tugged on the blonde’s hand and placed a small peck on the back of it.

Heather chuckled as she listened to Santana grumble. She thought it was highly cute that the girl got so defensive, but she'd never say that and make things worse. "Hey! I'm not freakishly tall! And me being so tall means I can throw you over my shoulder and take you to my love cave," she teased, kissing her neck lightly. When Santana tugged her hand and pecked the back of it, Heather felt her chest constrict and her breathing speed up. The small but intimate gesture made her feel so...appreciated. "But really, I think you're just lovely. And you're definitely not a stranger to me now," she whispered softly into her ear before kissing it and cuddling closer to her.

Santana only continued on her quiet growling at the next comment. Yeah, she didn’t do that well with the teasing, but being held in those strong arms made up for all the annoyance in the world. Maybe Heather was right, they weren’t stranger, even before she knew her, she was connected to the blonde in a way that was impossibly hard to explain. She wasn’t just a random chick and Santana doubted she could find just anyone who’d make her feel like this. Sighing, she finally allowed her body to relax fully, turning her head so she could catch a glimpse of the blonde so she could talk whilst looking at her. “I’m going to catch a quick nap… will you be here when I’ll wake up…?”

Heather nuzzled her nose against the back of Santana's neck, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. She smelt different to Naya. She smelt like coconuts and just really sweet and fruity. It was nice. And intoxicating. When Santana turned her head to look at her, Heather quickly pecked her lips and smiled at her. "Yeah, of course, babe. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for as long as you want me to be. I'm not an asshole who fucks and runs," she whispered, nudging her ear with her nose. "I'll be still holding you when you open your eyes."

Santana looked at her carefully, as if she was trying to see right thought her to know whether or not Heather was saying the truth. “Okay…” she whispered, that little smile returning to her lips, just before she turned back, holding Heather’s hand as close as possible to her heart. Santana had no idea what it mean, and there was no way whatever happened belittled her feelings for Brittany, but somehow she learned that it was okay to open herself to new experiences without feeling bad about it. With a content smile on her face, the Latina fluttered her eyelids closed and slowly began drifting to sleep .