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Santana sighed and pushed her laptop a little further away on her thighs. Every now and then she'd shift slightly and it would slide into her lap. Kind of inconvenient for a laptop of course. Two days had passed since Santana and Rachel had spent quite an embarrassing amount in the accident and emergency section of the hospital, waiting for someone to tell them what they already knew: Santana was having quite a severe allergic reaction. On her penis. Great. She'd moped the moment they got home, choosing to sleep on top of the covers with only a thin sheet across her lower half so she could avoid any and all friction caused by clothes. The morning wood she'd woken up with had practically made her cry and two cold showers later she'd actually managed to be reasonable enough to ask Rachel if she wanted breakfast. 

Just forty eight hours had proved to be a really successful healing time. With the help of some anti-inflammatory drugs and cold compresses, the swelling had reduced somewhat. It was the itching that was driving her mad though. Not to get her started on the slight pain that she went through when she had to go to the bathroom. It was something she'd never imagined happening and now it had...well she was either going to consider going celibate or never using lubricant again. Or just destroying all bottles of the type of lube they'd tried to use.

The doctor had warned her off sexual activity for quite some time (well, it was quite some time for her - a normal time for others) and she knew that Rachel would not be shifting on this. Santana also wasn't too happy with the idea, given that her member wasn't looking...quite up to standard. A few more minutes went by and Santana let out a loud sigh of relief when she finally shut down her emails, all the necessary contacts replied to and somewhat satisfied. She was just thankful she got to work from home these days. Not to mention the fact she could be around when Rachel got home. Rachel who had both laughed at her in her current state but also stroked her hair and kissed her cheeks. Maybe she deserved to be repaid for her kindness. Her sweetness. Her genuine touches. 

With a grin, Santana closed down her laptop and stood up, wincing a little. "Twenty minutes," She breathed aloud, watching Eponine's head pop up on the armchair, clearly roused from her snooze by the noise. She had twenty minutes before Rachel got home. She could get ready in that time.