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With how often the Clarkes had interacted with Santana, they were all aware of Santana keeping Giselle at arm’s length from her own parents. She’d accepted the excuses she’d been given, which she recognized as the Latina’s way of shielding her from the dysfunctional dynamic she was always referencing, but it had only piqued her curiosity. After all, her mom did spend time with Mrs. Lopez and thought of her as a friend, so Giselle hadn’t understood why her girlfriend thought she needed to limit her encounters with them. “Oh, my mom has already questioned me extensively, and both her and my dad said they still remember how clingy we are, so you’re good. She won’t mention Easter unless it’s to ask us to wait until she’s not hosting a house full of family before we…you know.” She decided to omit the bit about her mother already talking about future plans, from what they would do after college to wedding plans, since she didn’t want to scare her girlfriend too much with the excitement. And luckily the Latina was still doing a damn good job of sending her spiraling in another way. “You’re thinking of every which way to fucking kill me, apparently.” She growled, her resolve even lower now as she was on the cusp of stripping and having her way with Santana right then and there. The Spanish hadn’t quite helped matters either, and Giselle groaned in response before remembering that she did have a comeback she had memorized in Spanish. “Que te tome por detrás es más sexy.” She hummed seductively, figuring that should get her girlfriend back. “But seriously, we’re about to be christening this entire fucking house, patio, and even the goddamn woods if you don’t stop challenging me. You won’t be getting any sleep at all while we’re here at this rate.” She warned, and while she could make good on her threat, she knew that wouldn’t have been smart considering they’d have to drive back eventually, but she was still tempted to do so anyways. Not that she had much longer to be baited before she finally broke. After all, she was practically a cat in heat now that Santana had gotten her going, and she had ample reasons to take her girlfriend right out on the patio. “And I’m sure. I won’t pass up a chance to fuck you stupid when you’re begging for it anyways. But the joke’s on you if you think you’ll start anything that I won’t be finishing, with and without the toys. Screw experiencing nature — the only thing we’ll be experiencing is back to back orgasms.” She promised, not daring to bite back the smirk on her lips. 

The other woman’s fear stemming from horror movies was adorable, and Giselle almost felt bad for putting the idea of a masked maniac out there, though it was kind of something to keep in the forefront of their mind when they were in the midst of solitary like this. “I can’t help that I’m obsessed with true crime, or that I’m prepared. I will make sure the house is locked up tight tonight, and we’ll even barricade the door.” She offered, which was normally what didn't happen in those scary movies. “And I will protect you, baby girl. You don’t have to worry.” That wouldn’t quell her worries much, she knew that, but it was a step in the right direction. Hopefully. Yet she still rolled her eyes at the thought of having to stop pleasuring her girlfriend if she heard a noise. “If my head’s between your legs, it’s staying put. I don’t care what you hear. Coco better toughen her ass up and learn to bite people.” She stated as she glanced down at the dog, who seemed less than impressed with this conversation, let alone with the idea of attacking someone in her moms’ honor. Of course someone this small, spoiled, and fluffy wouldn’t turn into a guard dog. Much like she also didn’t seem interested in Santana’s threat to make Giselle sleep with her, or them being outside. “First of all, my child does not sleep outside, and how dare you imply such? But also, you try to kick me out of your bed and I’ll handcuff you to it. Which yes, I do have my cuffs.” She warned, and she probably shouldn’t keep telling her what all she had since she could simply show it to her later. “And trust me, I have had every inch of your body engraved in my head since the first time we had sex. I’ll show you soon enough.” She teased with a wink, though she was dead serious. Nobody would ever forget a body like that after seeing it in all its glory, that much she knew. 

Giselle snickered at Santana’s reaction to being dubbed the same thing she called their dog, and she would have continued to poke at her if not for the mini rant she’d given having turned that frown upside down. As anticipated. She was rusty at that part about expressing how she truly felt and being affectionate, since she’d turned it all off after their break up, but evidently it was still there — she just had to dig deep for it until it flowed more naturally. She knew that convincing the Latina to see herself the way she saw her was an uphill battle, but she’d spent years fighting that before and this was no different. Smiling at the squeeze to her hand, she nodded. “You’re welcome, beautiful.” She spoke, giving her a wide grin. Taking in Santana’s words next, she nodded along, seeing that they were both truly determined to put in the work right from the jump. This seemed to be starting off better than it had the first go round, but Giselle also knew they had other hurdles to get through too. “I make this just as hard for you as you do for me, but we’re in this together. I love you too, beautiful.” She had adjusted to her girlfriend being the way that she was, and she had accepted that most people might not ever get to witness the version of her that she was privy to, but she was fine with that. She didn’t want anyone else to see the Latina the way that she did. “Wait…I can think of one other person that thinks just as highly of you as I do. I mean, it might have changed now since you rejected her, but she was all ‘you deserve to be loved, Santana’ so she obviously saw how amazing you are too.” Giselle hummed, rolling her eyes at the mention of their friend who had been obsessed in love with Santana too. "You'll start being nice to her one of these days." Maybe it would happen, but maybe not? "As for the hunting knife...men in Houston were assholes, and had no problem trying to hey physical if you turned down their catcalling, so I kept it on me to be safe. But if something pops off here, I'm prepared."

Giselle almost choked on the food in her mouth when she followed Santana’s brown eyes as they directed their attention to one of her favorite parts of her girlfriend’s body. “Right in front of my kabobs?” She whined. “But yeah, I know you do, and I appreciate it very much. I’ll appreciate it even more after we finish eating.” She promised, giving her girl a wink. Honestly she didn’t foresee Coco getting that walk through the woods at this rate, and she wasn’t too upset over it now. She also didn’t know how they would ever make it to their first classes of the day once she moved in, but that was also a concern for…well, never. She wouldn’t complain about how Santana wanted to be woken up, nor would she ever deny her of anything at all, so consequences and classes be damned. As risky of a move as it was, they were both generally busy throughout most days, so any chance to get at least a little bit of time with the Latina was more than enough for her. She has also gotten used to waking up in Santana’s bed post-spring break, so why wouldn’t she make it a permanent thing? “I can live with that, and now I can’t wait to experience these life altering breakfasts.” Giselle teased. Watching her girlfriend hand Coco her own food this time, she nodded as she took another bite of her own. “Mhm, very.” She sassed playfully. With as long as she’d known the Lopez family, and given how many of their celebrations she’d been invited to, she did in fact know that it was just tradition for them to go over the top for certain things, like a birthday. It wasn’t a regular indulgence for someone like her, so she never anticipated that sort of thing for her own birthday. Listening to the Latina’s lighthearted jab at her lack of enthusiasm over the trip, she sighed. “It’s not that I wasn’t thrilled, but you know I’m not with you for the money. I’d be just as content staying right here in Lima, and I don’t think I deserve some extravagant trip, but I’ll accept it either way.” She reassured her. Fighting the Latina on what she wanted to do would have been a fruitless task, so she wasn’t going to try it. While she did have her reasons for choosing to go to Megan’s Houston show, she hadn’t envisioned that choice getting her girlfriend all riled up over it. Furrowing her brows as she finished the kabob in her hand, she watched Santana rise from her chair and recoil away from her, signaling that she was unmistakably upset over this. Giselle sighed as she stood up and apprehensively started to approach her girlfriend. “I chose Houston because I still have friends there, and because it’s Megan’s hometown. They always go big for the hometown shows, hence Beyonce bringing Meg out for her Houston show. It’s guaranteed to be her best one yet, and I don’t have to worry about getting a hotel room there, so that’s why I’m going to that one.” She explained as she wrapped her arms around Santana from behind. “I know we haven’t talked in depth about what happened those three years we were apart, and we do need to at some point, but I’m not going back for any of those women. You never have to worry about them, baby. I’m right where I want to be.”

Santana hadn't intended to paint her mother in a bad light, but the words spilled out of her mouth with a raw, unfiltered sincerity. Despite the woman's gentle nature, she often struggled to provide her daughter with the care and emotional support she needed. "I love my mom, and she's amazing, but sentimentality isn't exactly her strong suit," the Latina admitted. In an effort to shield Giselle from her family's constant drama, Santana had carefully limited her interactions with her parents, fearful they might suspect their relationship or, worse, make her girlfriend feel unwelcome. Her own parents could be cold, even towards her, which triggered her protective instincts. In contrast, Giselle's parents embodied a carefree, understanding attitude. Mrs. Clarke, in particular, had become a comforting presence in her life over the past three years. Already anticipating the barrage of questions from her girlfriend's mother, Santana grimaced. "After Easter, I think it's best we avoid your mom at all costs. Now that she knows we're back together, I'm sure she's bursting with questions for us." Given the older woman's enthusiasm, she wouldn't be surprised if her future in-law was already planning their wedding. Not that they were anywhere near that milestone, but at least Santana was convinced she'd never love anyone else. Giselle's admission that she still knew her intimately after all these years coaxed a smirk from the Latina, who fired back with equal confidence. "Is that right? Well, if you're so sure, what am I thinking right now?" As she asked, her hands drifted further below her girlfriend's waistband, while her fantasies about the night ahead intensified. It was a miracle neither of them had caved yet, but it seemed only a matter of time before they would find themselves naked and entwined in a heat of desire. "Mmm, y eres sexy como el diablo," Santana purred, her everyday Spanish occasionally transforming into a form of torture. When used intentionally to seduce the other woman, her words usually yielded splendid results. It worked its magic this time too, as Giselle picked up on the hint, and she didn't even need to mention the strap-on. "That's fine. I hadn't planned on doing much talking anyway," she confessed, her voice filled with promise. "I hope this means we're pulling an all-nighter." At this rate, they would be lucky to make it to nightfall without jumping into bed together. Santana was already boldly testing the limits of her girlfriend's patience, stoking the flames with every sultry word. Sooner or later, Giselle's restraint would snap, and neither of them would be able to resist the temptation.

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

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

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

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Santana may have been struggling to get Giselle to speak fluent Spanish, she didn’t have a single problem reading into her girlfriend’s body language, facial expressions, or even her tone — which was how she knew the photo album thing was a sore spot. She didn’t need confirmation, physically or verbally, but when the Latina spoke again, this time trying to sound a little lighter than she had before, she sighed. “Your mom’s pretty great, and as if we haven’t made it clear enough before, you’re welcome to borrow my parents any time you want to. You’re the only person I’m willing to share them with, so you can share in my family’s boring dynamic as you please.” Of course her parents had gone out of their way to shower the other woman with unlimited care when she came around, and they treasured Santana more than they did her whenever she was around, so Giselle knew her girlfriend already knew this. But she was aware that the family thing would dampen their mood, so they could keep getting into that some other time. Smirking as arms tightened around her waist, she shrugged at her words. “I know you like the back of my hand, so I know what all you have to offer.” She pointed out. For someone who had just pointed out how she’d been objectified, she bit her lip at Santana’s words, her mind already deciding which set of lips she was referring to the second she’d said it. “Santana Lopez…” Giselle breathed out nervously. She wasn’t used to her girlfriend torturing her like this out in the open, and her knees were buckling as hands moved to her waistband. As if opening her mouth and talking dirty to her wasn’t enough, she started speaking in Spanish and Giselle’s legs almost gave out. “Ohhh, you’re such an asshole.” Giselle whined as she watched Santana pull away after that fucking torture. “Just for that, you’ll only be moaning my name for most of the night. I have my strap on so you won’t even be forming coherent sentences by midnight.” It should have come off like a challenge, but she was that confident in her skills in the bedroom so she meant it as a promise. It was also fair considering the way she’d just been tortured after her girlfriend had made it clear that they should wait before they started having sex. They both knew she was far too weak to keep putting it off for long, so if Santana was itching to make her break, it was working. 

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

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

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

When she had brought up the photo albums, Santana noticed her girlfriend's excitement bubbling over and made an effort to smile back. As much as she wanted to share that part of her life with Giselle, the memories they showcased weren't as happy as they seemed. Those idyllic summers at the lake were the last precious link to a time when her family was still united. The cracks had begun to show quickly after that, but she'd been too young to see them. "Don't get your hopes up too much. My mom stopped taking photos of me after I turned five and the novelty wore off." Santana's voice was wistful, her words painting a somber picture of her family's unraveling. The laughter and serenity in those photographs were a stark contrast to the tension and sadness that she had come to associate with her family. "We can’t all have parents of the year," she said, her tone noticeably brighter this time, remembering how the Clarke family had embraced her like one of their own. They provided her with the kind of loving upbringing she had always longed for. Moreover, she couldn't help but fall deeper in love with their daughter every day, which only solidified her admiration for them as exceptional parents. At the unexpected praise (if you could call it that), Santana's arms clung tighter around her girlfriend's waist. "Mmm, they don't look like you either, babe, but I see your point. And as much as I love you objectifying me, I have a lot more to offer than just a nice ass," she mused, a warm flush creeping up her cheeks. Eager to tease her girlfriend back, Santana's tone turned sultry as she leaned in closer. "Like my lips," she stated softly, not clarifying which ones, as her breath brushed gently against Giselle's ear. "And my hands," she trailed her fingers lower, slipping them under the waistband of her shorts. "Not to mention my accent, which I know you're fond of, especially when I'm mid-orgasm. Sigue hablando así, y estaré gimiendo tu nombre toda la noche." Santana's voice was just above a whisper, filled with promises of untold pleasures. With a sly smile, she swiftly withdrew her hands, hoping to leave her girlfriend with a lingering desire that she would fulfill later on. "I agree, though. We should scope out the area just to be safe. My family owns most of the land surrounding the lake, so there won't be another house for miles, thank god. Being rich and living off the grid like this has its perks, I guess."

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

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

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

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As if Giselle wouldn’t have agreed to anything Santana had proposed, a trip out to the middle of the woods was the most ideal getaway — to an extent, anyways. She had consumed entirely too many horror movies over the years so sure, she knew that being secluded in the middle of the dark woods was the blueprint for most of the good slasher films; however, it was also a chance for them to be themselves with no judgment, and without Santana having to worry about anyone seeing them. There was no one around to interrupt them, or keep an eye on them, so she was praying that the remoteness worked wonders for their intimacy. Coming back from Mexico had left them in a state of bliss as they spiraled with getting reacquainted with one another inside the constraints of Santana’s apartment. Most of that reconnecting had been sexual, for obvious reasons, and she wasn’t complaining one bit about that at all. In fact, it had satisfied most of her needs post spring break, and she’d even struggled to leave her girlfriend’s bed every day for class. But as much as she’d been savoring her time with the Latina, she was still desperate for more affection, and she was praying for a lot of it this weekend. She could sense that Santana was just as excited for a chance to be herself as well, which she needed, so this was going to be one hell of a getaway for them both. Giselle didn’t even bother to hide her excitement upon hearing about the photo albums that were waiting to be seen. “You should have led with that, baby. I want to see every single picture of you.” She teased. Normally she would have reassured the other woman that all families could be a little dysfunctional here and there, and that her family wasn’t the worst, but she knew that would have killed the vibe and she wasn’t about to let that happen. Besides, she clearly had more important matters on her mind. Nodding at the assumption, she wasn’t opposed to such, nor was she saying they forgo that plan. Giselle’s one track mind was just always jumping to sex when they were alone, but she also wasn’t gonna pass up a chance to take full advantage of the lake, strolling through the woods with Coco, and seeing Santana in another bikini. “That’s not old fashioned, you know? I’m sure every normal couple does the exploring first, but those couples also don’t look like you, or have your ass, or your tits, or moan my name the way you do.” She taunted, though she meant every single word of it. “We should explore first though. I want to actually go down and see the lake, see how far the nearest house is, make sure there’s no cars stranded in the woods, that sort of thing.”

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

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

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

As Santana sat behind the wheel, nearing their destination, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The sun-kissed afternoon painted the landscape in hues of hazel and gold, making for an inviting arrival. She knew how important a trip like this was for the longevity of their relationship, and a part of her longed to always be this courageous. Their love couldn't be confined to the four walls of her bedroom forever. Even if it was only for one unforgettable weekend, they both deserved to be happy after everything that had transpired between them. While outsiders may fail to grasp the profound depth of their connection, Santana found solace in her girlfriend's open arms and silent understanding. It was in the simple gestures, the stolen glances, and the comforting embrace of the woman she loved that the Latina had found her true home. As the car glided along, her gaze settled on Giselle, who sat beside her, lost in the music playing softly in the background. Sunlight filtered in through the trees, casting dappled patterns of light on her face, accentuating her delicate features and the carefree smile that adorned her lips. The other woman's spirit was like a breath of fresh air, and Santana reveled in the freedom of simply being herself around her, unburdened by the weight of expectation. With each passing mile, her excitement bubbled over at the prospect of spending quality time together at the lake house. She couldn't wait to kiss Giselle, to hold her closely and never let go. The Latina's eagerness to shower her girlfriend with affection was almost palpable as the promise of a weekend retreat filled with joy and adventure beckoned them forward.

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

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

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

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Swimming in a sea of emotions, Giselle was mostly ecstatic to be getting away from campus again. While she hadn’t simply needed a break from school this time around, she was looking forward to being alone with Santana, in a much more spacious house this time around, with their fur baby and the privacy to fully relish in not having to hide their desire for one another. She wasn’t even hiding how delighted she was about not having to wait until they were back in the seclusion of Santana’s bedroom before she could touch or kiss the Latina however she pleased. But unlike the struggle Santana had going on mentally, it was her mom that had been the voice in her head questioning whether the duo was rushing into this. After their Easter shenanigans, her mom had planned an impromptu salon day solely to find out where Giselle’s head was at, and to offer unsolicited advice about how they should be pacing themselves and making sure to work through their previous issues before they fell head over heels again(as if that would have been possible at this point). While both of her parents were rooting for Santana to be their future daughter in law, her mom had strongly urged her to just keep a level head and not overlook her own wants this time around, so getting away from that for the weekend was just what Giselle needed. As if she hadn’t been on cloud nine before, the drive out to the lake house had been joyous, and she couldn’t recall the last time the pair had even gone that long without a single argument, yet it set quite the bar for their weekend. A bar she planned not to lower at all while they were hidden away behind the sea of oak trees that stretched from the ground up, leaving them tucked away for their own private safe haven to do as they pleased. 

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

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

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Santana found herself at a crossroads, torn between her own fear and desire. The memories of past arguments and unresolved issues lingered in the corners of her mind, warning her against diving headfirst into a relationship that had once caused her so much pain. Yet, the warmth of Giselle's presence, the tender moments shared under the Mexican sun, whispered promises of a brighter future together. The Latina's heart longed to embrace this newfound peace and possibility, even as her brain hesitated, wary of the uncharted territory ahead. The prospect of a weekend getaway held the promise of renewal, while the gentle hum of the car engine provided a soothing backdrop to the spirited conversation between the two women. Their laughter floated through the air, painting a picture of intimacy and understanding. As they turned off the main road, the trees growing taller and the air growing sweeter, Santana felt a sense of determination settle in her chest. This was it, their chance to confront the demons, to face the music, and to emerge victorious.

Nestled amidst the trees, the lake house stood as a magnificent oasis. It boasted towering glass windows, spanning three stories high, and a spacious deck, furnished with comfortable lounge chairs. Below, a rock waterfall cascaded gently into a shimmering swimming pool. Most of the area was enveloped by lush forests, except for a patio that offered a stunning view of the lake. By the time they finished unpacking their belongings, the sun had dipped behind the trees, emanating a warm glow from the twinkling lights around the fire pit. The Latina suggested grilling outside while Coco explored their new abode, often pausing to admire the surroundings — particularly her girlfriend, whose beauty remained unmatched. Once she’d tended to the simmering vegetables on the grill, Santana approached the other woman from behind and embraced her tightly. Toned arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies molding together perfectly. Resting her chin on Giselle's shoulder, she smiled as they gazed out over the tranquil waters. "I almost forgot how beautiful this place is; it stirs up so many memories." Despite the passing years and the shadow of her parents' separation, the family lake house remained a sanctuary of cherished memories. It was a place of nostalgia, of childhood adventures and family gatherings. As Santana held her girlfriend close, she knew it was meant to be shared with someone destined to be by her side always.

"I know where my dad stashes the Bourbon in case you wanted to have a little fun later and go skinny dipping." Her playful suggestion hung in the air like a promise, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire on Giselle's skin as she planted soft kisses along her neck. The long car ride had left Santana feeling a bit antsy, eager to satisfy her impulses before things escalated and they ended up spending the whole night breaking in the new house. Since rekindling their romance, neither of them had been successful in holding back their desires, and the Latina anticipated that this weekend would be no exception. "Oh, and just so you know, the pool is heated," she added with a mischievous smirk before stepping away to tend to the food. Taking the kebabs off the grill, she placed them on a nearby plate, ready to be savored. Coco bounced over shortly after with her tail wagging, likely enticed by the delicious aromas. Santana shot the dog a look before settling into a lawn chair. "If we're still planning to take the little troublemaker for a walk, we should do it soon before it gets dark." With a knowing glance, she imagined what a twilight stroll through the forest might entail, a prelude to the night of excitement and passion that lay ahead.

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Giselle wasn’t in a position to deny anything with how weak she was, not that she even wanted to right now. Being sexually frustrated had been pure hell, especially this week when she’d been forced to at least see the Latina every single day, and gawking at her while she was in bikinis had made matters worse. She’d held on for as long as she possibly could, and their first time in three years should not have been in the bathroom of a vessel, but they were obviously both impatient at this point. They needed this, judging by the way they were all over one another now. She knew that Santana’s hesitation had been the prying eyes before, so now that they were alone, things had changed significantly and she wasn’t mad about it. “I miss hearing you moan in general, but yeah, that too.” She nodded, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would be walking out of this bathroom before she made her girlfriend moan a handful of things. Santana’s previous comment about not needing the dress off seemed futile as a strap fell, and she was so engulfed in everything about the Latina that she would’ve stripped right out of it if Santana wanted her to. The tone of the other woman’s words left her nodding obediently. “Whatever you want, baby.” She agreed almost too swiftly. She didn’t know how they’d work around the fact that they were sharing that small ass hut with two other women, but Giselle was prepared to let her girlfriend handle that, as usual. She could scare them out of the bed at least, and that was good enough for her. Again, consummating their reunion under these circumstances wasn’t ideal, but they had to make the best of it until they got back to Lima. Considering that Santana was agreeing to let her have her way with her until she stopped herself, Giselle was far too gone now to worry about anything else. 

She hadn’t expected any less when Santana was already groaning out the second her tongue had made contact with where she’d desired it most, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t absolutely loved hearing it. Santana’s reaction to being touched had never sounded sexier, and as if Giselle needed any more motivation to keep her girlfriend moaning, that was it. The praise made her emit a moan of her own as she kept curling her tongue inside of the woman, dragging her tongue every which way through the sea of wetness, keeping her pace the same since as she pushed the Latina towards a release she knew she needed. She was in no rush for this to be over any time soon, and she could care less about anyone else wanting to get into the private bathroom. There was a shared one for a reason so they could all use that one. Her movements didn’t falter once as a hand crept into her brunette locks, or even as Santana started to grinding against her face, and her own moans started filling the space of the small bathroom right along with Santana’s as soon as her mouth was being drenched in the Latina’s juices. She swallowed them down as she continued pushing her tongue in deeper, letting the tip repeatedly stroke Santana’s sweet spot now that she had her right where she wanted her. She hadn’t planned on stopping anyways, but for all the torturing she’d endured leading up to this, Giselle was in the perfect position to get some payback. Retracting her tongue, she slipped two fingers inside of the other woman instead, pumping them inside of Santana’s pussy and inching them in further with each new thrust. “You look adorable all flustered like this, baby.” She teased as she peppered kisses along the other woman’s inner thighs, tempted to leave a few marks where no one else would see them, but where was the fun in that? She wanted people to see them, to have it known that they were back together again and Santana was off limits, but she’d get there once they got back, she decided. “This entire boat should know my name by now, so thank you for that.” Giselle hummed, clearly enjoying the ego stroke. But they couldn’t stay in here forever, so she added in a third finger, increasing the pace of all three as she latched onto Santana’s clit and sucked it feverishly. 

"I'm not concerned with anyone else right now. You're all that matters to me, baby," she responded softly, once their bodies were close enough to press her lips to the crook of Giselle's neck. She reveled in the warmth of her skin before nuzzling in deeper, intoxicated by the delicious scent as she trailed kisses down to her collarbone. "And I bet you miss hearing me moan your name," the Latina murmured, nipping at the soft flesh there. With her panties off, she could sense the slick heat in her core, begging to be lapped up. Santana had never been so desperate for relief in her entire life. She knew her eagerness had everything to do with the gorgeous woman in front of her, reminding her of what it felt like to want someone unabashedly. Already overwhelmed with passion, she groaned when her tongue was enveloped, her hips bucking forward as the ache between her thighs became unbearable. Santana allowed her hands to roam free as her tongue darted in and out of Giselle's mouth, pawing at the delicate fabric of her dress. A moment later, she curled her finger around one of the straps to slide it off gently, her lips not far behind as she ravished the bare skin below her shoulder blade. "The second we get back, this dress is coming off," she warned, her voice husky. The savory taste of her skin sent Santana reeling and it took every restraint she had not to dip her head lower. Eventually, she managed to pull away, disoriented and breathing heavily. A nervous laugh escaped past her lips at the mention of being impatient, and she looked on with bated breath as Giselle made herself comfortable between her legs. The tug forward elicited a sharp gasp and sent a shiver up the Latina's spine. She smiled about it anyway, despite her shock, then lifted the hem of her dress so it rested at the base of her abdomen. "We both know what you can do with that tongue of yours, so I'm not making any promises, but I'm yours for as long as you want me," Santana assured her, cheeks flushed and rosy. They could bust the damn door down and she wouldn't move from this spot for anything.

After weeks and months of being sexually frustrated, the moment her girlfriend touched her, Santana's body tensed and she let out a whimper. "Holy fuck," she groaned, the words torn from her throat. She knew she wouldn't last long as the other woman swirled her tongue around, making her toes curl and driving her further to the edge. It felt so good, like nothing the Latina could describe, and she allowed her head to fall back to the wall as she watched on in awe. "Mmm, that's it, baby," she praised, sucking in her bottom lip. She tried her best to stifle the noise coming from her mouth, but each wave of pleasure that rippled through her had Santana moaning louder. As her legs started to tremble and she coiled tighter against the flat of Giselle's tongue, her hands moved to grip the back of her head. Santana rocked her hips in a steady rhythm as she neared her climax, weaving her fingers through her girlfriend's hair while she plunged her tongue deeper into her pussy. "Fuck," she groaned again, this time more strained as she let out a heavy moan. Santana's entire body shuddered and she arched off the counter, a look of ecstasy etched on her face as she broke wide open. As predicted, the other woman's name tumbled from her lips like a mantra, and she knew that she wanted more. "Don't stop, okay?" She pleaded, her voice ragged as her body continued to spasm. Every thrust curbed her desire, but the Latina wouldn't be satisfied until Giselle had fucked her so thoroughly that her limbs went slack and she was seeing stars.

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While Giselle was aware that their troubles were far from over, in the long run anyways, she was grateful that they were at least ending this week from hell on a good note. Santana being emotionally drained was evident, but she was hoping to not make it any worse from here on out — or for as long as she could before the usual problems arose. For now though, giving in to whatever her girlfriend wanted was quite the start. Being alone helped too, since for the first time all night, she knew the Latina could finally unclench and allow herself to be who she was, which was exactly what Giselle needed right now. They'd both been yearning to be touched for God knows how long, and they'd spent the entire first half of this cruise practically dangling themselves out to the other, so naturally, she was drooling and in need of some sort of release. And then leave it to Santana to start saying shit she'd only dreamed of hearing, and now even her heart was on fire. "Thank you for that." She stated and smiled, already making a mental note for them to discuss what Giselle wanted this time around later. Sure, Santana knew the one thing she'd wanted the most, but she had to at least consider her own feelings this time around and not only put Santana's feelings first. She'd deal with it after tonight though.

"You're not worried about someone hearing you moan my name?" Giselle quizzed, though she didn't give a damn about it now because she was laser-focused on what she wanted, and it was far too late to turn back now. She hadn't even needed an explanation for what she was about to do to distract her, since it was obvious what she was about to do to her girlfriend, and the Latina confirming that she wanted it too practically opened the floodgates — literally and figuratively. Santana kissing her back ignited a whole new fire inside of her, and it erupted even more once her tongue was being shoved into Giselle's mouth. Her head was practically spinning now as she sucked on said tongue, and it didn't take much before she could feel the heat, and the dampness, between her girlfriend's legs. Not that it mattered for long because before she knew it, Santana pulled back and was attempting to force her down where she clearly needed her most, and Giselle giggled as she lowered herself down. "I missed you being this impatient, baby." She teased, firmly hooking her arms underneath perfectly tanned thighs and yanking Santana closer to her mouth. "Try not to be too loud. I don't need anyone interrupting this, and you're not going anywhere even if they start banging on the door." She insisted, and she wholeheartedly meant it so all chances of turning back were long gone at this point. Licking her lips now that she had full access to what she'd needed most, she was beyond done with talking. "Brace yourself." She warned before she dove right in, sliding her tongue past soaked folds and into her girlfriend's pussy, and she moaned at the familiar taste she'd only spent years dreaming of. "Fuck." She groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue around the pool of wetness, lapping at every inch of Santana's walls. Giselle may have been an expert at pleasuring a woman, but nothing could have prepared her for being back inside of Santana after three years. Gripping her thighs tighter to hold her in place, she wasted no more time and started thrusting her tongue in at a steady pace, curling it in deeper with every thrust as she chased that desired sweet spot she'd abandoned for far too long.

Santana had to admit she found it sweet that her girlfriend cared enough to come check on her, even if she’d gotten better at handling her emotions over the years. This vacation hadn't gone at all how she'd hoped it would, but at least it didn't have to end on a sour note. "Actually, I think I'm all cried out," she sighed, clearly emotionally spent. Her makeup was still intact though, so at least she'd dodged a bullet there. When Giselle immediately agreed to keep her dress on, the Latina failed to suppress a smirk. She found her girlfriend's eagerness to please her more attractive than she should have, given how turned on she already was. They were also away from prying eyes for the first time all night, which filled her mind with all kinds of bad ideas. Santana couldn’t help how her body gravitated towards the other woman the moment they were alone. Months of being touch-starved had left her a heaping mess, and with every second that passed, it became harder and harder to control herself. Giselle’s acceptance of her hesitancy to come out helped put her mind at ease, but it did nothing to stop the beating in her chest or the pool forming between her legs. "I didn’t leave you much of a choice the last time, but I’ll be more open from now on so you don’t feel like I’m dismissing everything you say. What you want has always been important to me." She’d sometimes been too scared or selfish in the past to put anyone’s needs above her own, but treating people that way only drove them away. Santana knew if she wanted to change, she had to put in the work. Their time apart had been hard on both of them, and the thought of having to go through that again scared her. There was no denying that the love was real though, as Giselle’s reaffirming words once again made her heart melt. The "I love you" still felt somewhat bittersweet considering all that she was feeling in the moment, but most of those emotions were put on the back burner the minute they were interrupted.

The Latina noticed the glare her girlfriend threw her as she backed away, and while she normally would’ve been worried, she had an idea of how to make it up to her. "Something tells me I won’t be shutting up any time soon," she replied once the other woman stepped toward her. Then her legs were being spread apart and Santana swore she forgot how to breathe for a second. She lifted slightly off the counter so her panties would slide off with ease, then wrapped her arms around Giselle’s neck to bring her closer. At her question, she furrowed her brows. "That depends. Do you have a plan in mind to distract me?" She asked, feeling the heat between her thighs growing. They’d hooked up plenty of times in public places when no one else was around, so the Latina had no qualms about having sex right here in the bathroom. Not that she could refuse even if she wanted to. "I’m well aware of how much you love fucking me senseless, but if I wanted to stop you, I would’ve worn a different dress," she teased, looking at Giselle's lips hungrily before capturing them in a heated kiss. She didn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into her mouth while she rocked her hips forward, all in an effort to seek out more contact. Santana wanted nothing more than to rip her out of that dress and kiss every inch of her, but she couldn’t ignore how much her body yearned for relief instead. "I need you, baby," the Latina whispered softly between kisses, the anguish evident in her voice. After a moment, she broke away to catch her breath and scooted back on the counter, spreading her legs wider to allow her girlfriend better access. She then slid her hands from the nape of Giselle's neck to her shoulders and pushed down, unable to wait any longer.

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Once again, Santana’s body language told Giselle everything that she needed to know about this teasing, and of course her girlfriend hadn’t quite thought it all through. They were both aiming to leave the other dripping and practically a quivering mess from just their words alone first, but this game had consequences too, ones she herself would gladly accept right out in the open. The same couldn’t be said for the Latina though, and that was the only reason why she hadn’t already pounced on Santana yet. Her eyes widened as Santana finally started speaking, and given their history, she hadn’t expected the other woman to be ready to even attempt to show any sort of affection in person any time soon — or not before she came out, anyways. She smiled at the thought of her girlfriend taking the initiative to even want to take that next step with her. “We can start with something simple, like holding hands in public. And we don’t have to start as soon as we get back to Lima. I’m not rushing you into anything, San. Besides, things are slightly different this time around, since you are at least out on campus, and you’ve made it clear that you want me at your apartment majority of the time, so it’s not as secretive anymore. Baby steps.” While she did appreciate Santana’s efforts, she wasn’t going to rush any of it once they made it back to Lima. They did just get back together after all, so she was content with them taking that part of their relationship a little slower. Or at least she was when Santana wasn’t trying to fucking overstimulate her in the middle of the ocean. The repeated admission about her panties was only making Giselle’s own underwear equally saturated, and leaving her ten times more tempted to make a move here. “Just for that, you’re not making it back to that stupid hut with those panties on.” She huffed. Why her girlfriend was so set on pushing her to her limits tonight, she didn’t know, but she could only be tormented for so long. The mention of that cheer uniform, however, definitely sent her mind spiraling. “The second we make it back to  your apartment, that uniform is going on. No questions asked, and no turning it down.” Giselle decided, and now, for the first time all week, she was anticipating getting back to shitty little Lima. 

After years of being with Santana, her horrible way of handling her insecurities was easier to handle these days. She didn’t necessarily like that those insecurities were usually taken out on her, yet she knew her girlfriend didn’t do it intentionally. That was why she’d dealt with it for this long, and even agreed to try and help her work through it all as best as she could. Maybe it wouldn’t work out well, not unless Santana did it on her own, but Giselle was willing to try anyway. Letting her girlfriend get the apology off her chest, she nodded along, clearly unfazed by it. Would it always be like this? Of course not. But at this point in time, she was handling it better than most people in her shoes would. “You do not owe me an apology for what you said the other night..” She muttered, and she could accept that she had sort of needed to hear it, to an extent. And as usual, she wasn’t one to let her girlfriend take all of the heat for how things had been going for them prior to this booze cruise. “Thank you for that, baby. I know your insecurities aren’t on me, but some of this is my fault too. Whatever happened while we were apart is irrelevant now. Well, the stuff involving other people. I know you went through a lot with your therapy, and I want to support you however I can, but you were right the other day. We’re different people now and we have to adjust to how the other has changed, or even not changed, if we want this to work. I’m willing to be patient, but I think letting go of whatever we did before will help.” She agreed, and Giselle was already forgetting about whatever relationship Santana had while she’d been away in Houston. “Just remember that I’m here to help you work through any of it.” She promised. The heavy conversations would never be enough to throw off her mind once it was set on something, like them having sex later. She giggled over at her girlfriend when she motioned between them at her statement. “It’s 50/50, let’s be real.” She smirked. “I don’t think that I’ve gotten into the 50 Shades of Grey territory just yet, but we’ll see who’s wrong later.” Both of their staminas were rather high, but she was prepared to spend as long as it took to get her girlfriend right where she wanted her. The smirk on her lips grew when the Latina spoke up again, and she quickly nodded in agreement. “I know we’ve been apart for far too long, but that is my favorite place, San. Always has been.” She confirmed with a wink. “You’re lucky I’m behaving and haven’t already forced my way between them.” It wasn’t luck, it was more like her will to respect Santana’s boundaries, but even she could only hold herself back for so long.

Giselle may have wanted to react to some things with the haste that Santana had, yet one of them had to be more level headed if they were going to make this work. Even if she did want to spend as much time as possible in her girlfriend’s bed again, she wanted them to ease into that after they got home and made sure they were 100% committed to making this work, no matter what it took. Morning orgasms sure were tempting though. “I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” She agreed, and the wake up call would benefit them both in the mornings, so she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to it, at least. She shrugged when the Latina insisted that she didn’t have to claim her again. “Oh, I think it’s pretty obvious that you’ve always been mine, but that’s not gonna stop me from still making sure everyone within a three mile radius knows it too.” Maybe that was Giselle stroking her own ego, but now her mind was set on making it happen so there was no going back. Not that she even wanted to now. Santana not wanting anyone else’s eyes to see her body in its naked glory made her smile. She wouldn’t have expected any less from her, so she would keep her dress on…for now. “See, you being this possessive of me is actually very sexy.” Giselle joked, though she was only getting even more turned on now. Watching Santana’s eyes drifting to her body only caused her cheeks to turn into a darker shade of pink, or maybe even red, and she giggled as she returned the squeeze to her hand. How either of them were keeping things PG at this moment, she couldn’t understand, and it made it  hard for her to focus as the other woman tried to reassure her that she believed her previous statements. “I hear you, but I’ve also taken into account everything you’ve said before about me flirting back or allowing them to flirt in the first place. Even if it doesn’t mean shit to me, I know it makes you spiral more, so I’d rather we eliminate that altogether.” Giselle shrugged. It was one of the easiest solutions to try helping Santana feel more secure in this, and she would do anything to make her girlfriend happy. They needed all the help they could get when it came to getting over the hurdles ahead of them, so no effort was too small. She rolled her eyes at the assumption that she wasn’t into the whole hard to get scheme. “I do still enjoy you playing hard to get sometimes, but I’m horny and I miss you, so I would have been fine diving right between your legs the second we got on this boat.” She teased, though she truly was holding back a hell of a lot right now. “I can’t promise you that the night will end with me on my knees, but my tongue or my fingers will be inside of you either way.” Giselle pledged.

Fully expecting Santana to at least be in tears, she furrowed her brows as the door swung open and she was yanked inside. “Hey, you could’ve been crying.” She whined, and all things considered, the Latina typically used to break down whenever the coming out thing was mentioned, so it wasn’t a stretch for her to have assumed as much. Though, she was glad that she wasn’t in here sobbing. “Got it, the dress stays on, as you wish.” She grinned. Santana being bossy would never fail to turn her into a simp, but at least for now, she wasn’t completely drooling. Talking about Santana being in the closet typically reeled everything else, so accepting the semi-apology, she nodded. Talking about it later, when they were back at home, was probably the better environment to take a deep dive into all of that, so she wasn’t opposed to that idea now. “I’ll hold you to that.” Giselle agreed as she let her girlfriend take her hands into her own. Unlike the Latina, she was barely keeping it together as she closed what little space was left between them, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat at being this close to Santana again. Every inch of her should have been used to being around the other woman after all this time, but maybe she just needed to get used to it again. She sighed as she listened to her girlfriend, and although she wanted to agree to not sacrificing her own happiness for Santana’s, Giselle was sure that she’d probably have to in some capacity until she was ready to come out. “I will be as patient as I can be. Judging by how long it took before I finally broke the first time around, I think we’re good.” She reassured her, and it had taken her four years before she’d cracked before, so at least that should have taken some of the pressure off. Leaning into the hand on her cheek, Santana’s next statement made her blush yet again. “I love you.” Her voice was softer this time around, probably because she was on a cloud now, and she didn’t miss the way eyes fell to her lips. The anticipation of Santana doing what they obviously both wanted was killing her, and then some idiot interrupted them and she was livid now as she watched Santana pull back. “Seriously?” She huffed under her breath before she glared over at her girlfriend. That knock didn’t scare her, that much she knew, but she let it go once she watched her hop up on the sink counter and pretend like there were a ton of options for what they could do in a bathroom. “I came all this way to make sure you were okay. Shut up.” Giselle whined before she spread Santana’s legs apart and pushed her dress up enough for her to hook her index fingers under the hem of the Latina’s panties. “If someone else knocks on the door, are you gonna get 'scared' again?” She asked as she started to slowly peel the soaked garment off of those perfect legs she loved so much. They really were pointless now anyways, so why bother? Tossing them aside, Giselle shrugged. “If you’re gonna stop me, you better do it now because the second my head is between your legs, I’m not stopping until I want to.” She warned before she leaned in and finally kissed her girlfriend softly, figuring that might help Santana make a decision.

Her smile faded the more she listened to Giselle, realizing by her girlfriend's reaction that she may have gone a bit overboard with the teasing. At the mention of PDA, Santana's back stiffened and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The last thing the Latina wanted to do was set an unrealistic precedent for the future. After all, they'd be back in Ohio and around friends and family again soon enough, so as much as she wanted to keep their conversation lighthearted, transparency now would serve them better in the long run. "If I'm being honest, three years without you has put a lot of things into perspective," she admitted. "I may not be ready to throw all caution to the wind, but I'm done pretending that I don't have feelings for you just because we're in a room full of people. You deserve more than that, you always have." She knew how much the secrecy had hurt them both in the past and she was trying not to repeat the same mistakes this time around. It would take a lot of effort on her part not to shy away from PDA, but if they were serious about having a future together, she couldn't continue hiding their relationship. The Latina eyed her girlfriend as she drowned her sexual frustration in more champagne, chuckling softly at the fact that she'd barely touched her glass for most of the evening. She'd been too busy eye fucking Giselle to give a second thought to the alcohol on the table. When she teased her back about the panties, Santana failed to suppress her smirk. "I shouldn't have bothered, given how amazing you look in that dress, but at least now you have an excuse to take them off," she replied, debating whether or not to end her torment for one day. She could tell by her girlfriend's body language that she hadn't lost her knack for leaving the other woman speechless (and thirsty, apparently). "I'll make a note not to wear them the next time we go out so you can admire the view. Come to think of it, I still have my old cheer uniform in the closet if you really wanted to reminisce once we get back," she teased, practically offering herself up as tribute at this point. In regards to intimacy and flirting, the Latina always knew exactly which buttons to push. Discussing her vulnerabilities proved to be a lot trickier, and more often than not, she made the situation worse by putting her foot in her mouth.

If she were more mature, Santana would've focused on their current relationship and let the comment about her dating life slide, but like always, she allowed her insecurities and misplaced anger to cloud her judgment. Despite how she felt, everything Giselle said was true. That wasn't the first time she'd lashed out or made her feel guilty about something she did, even if her reasons were justified. Most of their fights in high school started when she acted rashly toward a situation instead of putting her ego aside and talking their issues out. Santana knew she had to begin taking ownership of her mistakes if they had any hope of coming to an understanding. "You're right, I have been unfair to you. Not just about you leaving but about a lot of things. Even that shit I said the other day.." her voice trailed off as she fiddled with her champagne glass. As much as she'd rather not acknowledge it, everything she expressed then also played a factor in how she behaved. "I don't want to be that person who makes excuses for all of their problems anymore. There's clearly stuff from the past I haven't gotten over, but me constantly bringing it up isn't helping either of us move on. You've always gone out of your way to reassure me and I still find reasons to doubt myself, so I'm sorry for not being more receptive. My insecurities go well beyond you and they certainly aren't your fault," she huffed. So much of her jealously stemmed from internalized feelings of self-worth and had nothing to do with Giselle, so while she needed the constant affirmation, it didn't tackle the root of the issue. Santana probably would've continued to word vomit if she hadn't been distracted by their plans to have sex later. As she took in her girlfriend's words, she admired her confidence, even if she wasn't sold on the outcome. "Remind me, which one of us has the bigger ego again?" She mused, gesturing between the two of them. "After three years of pining over you, I'm somewhat offended that you think I would give up that easily, but you're entitled to your wrong opinion. If memory serves, I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever 50 Shades of Grey shit you throw at me." Her stamina had never been called into question before, and she highly doubted it would be now. Besides, she'd waited too long for this moment to let it pass her by. "And trust me when I tell you babe, between my legs is about to be your new favorite place," the Latina boasted. If that was Giselle's idea of tormenting her, she was going to have to try harder than that.

While Santana wasn't thrilled about the idea of sleeping alone, she couldn't argue that her girlfriend had a point. She often acted on impulse while Giselle was more grounded and tried her best not to enable her. It didn't always work out, but she appreciated having someone in her life who would reel her in if she started to spiral. "That was hardly a threat, but whatever you say. Just don't stop until I'm moaning your name and we'll both start off the morning in a good mood." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes this time, despite her emotions being written all over her face. The last part of the sentence surprised her, but Santana didn't miss a beat. "You don't have to claim me, though. I've always been yours," she stated softly, then smiled. Even after they broke up and Giselle moved away to Houston, her feelings never changed. She was positive they never would, regardless of how their relationship turned out. Give her enough time to work through her issues and someday there would be a diamond ring at the bottom of that champagne glass. Just the way the other woman's cheeks turned red at a compliment still gave her butterflies. "As tempting as that offer is, I'd rather have you all to myself," she teased, and while she'd meant it as a joke, there was no way her jealousy could handle anyone else seeing what belonged to her eyes only. Brown eyes that were now drifting to her girlfriend's best assets, and ones she'd avoided looking at for most of the evening in fear of losing her train of thought. Her hand squeezed Giselle's as she felt her heart rate increase, tearing her eyes away momentarily to give her an all too familiar look. The Latina's hand would've been halfway up her dress by now if not for the sea of bystanders. Especially if she kept telling Santana how much she wanted to be with her and no one else. "I know you don't want anyone else, and I'm not saying you have to do anything about it, but other women taking an interest in you will always bother me. And before you ask why, it has a lot more to do with me than it does with you, so don’t feel like you need to act differently to accommodate me," she reassured her. Santana didn’t know how else to explain away the years of shame and neglect that had caused her to feel this inadequate, so she settled with placing the blame on herself as she usually did. She was lucky to be with someone who loved her enough to accept her flaws and wanted to tackle her insecurities together, even if at times she didn’t think she deserved it. At least she could still deflect from her problems with humor, though. "Having sex five minutes into dinner sort of defeats the purpose of playing hard to get, don’t you think? Unless you’re not into that anymore," she remarked. While she believed her girlfriend missed her being impatient, neither could argue that the chase was just as entertaining, and usually concluded with them ripping each other’s clothes off. "As long as the night ends with you on your knees and me begging for it, I’ll be as impatient as you want."

Santana knew she’d probably overreacted by getting upset and leaving the table, but in terms of meltdowns she’d had around coming out, this one was rather tame. Giselle had bore witness to much worse in their years of dating, so she felt confident her girlfriend would be fine. She could say the same for herself soon enough, once she freshened up in the bathroom and took a few minutes to calm down. The Latina hadn’t expected the knock on the door, or that Giselle would be the one apologizing. She waited until the other woman finished talking before opening the door, and then tugged her inside in a hurry. "I’m not crying," she said with a hint of annoyance, releasing her girlfriend’s arm. "Not to mention, I don’t need you to be naked to have sex with you, so the dress stays on." They both appeared to enjoy it when the other one bossed them around, even when it conflicted with their own desires, so her tone seemed fitting. With that conversation out of the way, Santana thought it best to address the other comments that were made. "I’ll admit, you bringing that up again caught me a little off guard, but I could’ve reacted better. We can talk about it more when we get home if you want to, I promise." She stepped closer, reaching out to take both of Giselle’s hands in hers. The Latina knew by doing so, she risked drowning in those beautiful brown eyes, but she managed to steady herself and her voice softened as she spoke. "I know me being in the closet affects you too, so I’m not trying to put you in a position where you have to sacrifice what you want just to be with me. I’ve been there, and compromising your happiness for other people never ends well. All I’m asking is that you give me some time to figure out how to tell them without blowing my life up in the process." It was a harsh reality to live in, but essentially by coming out to her parents, she was risking losing them for a potential future with Giselle. It felt strange to make that sort of decision without knowing if their relationship would last, even if she cared about the other woman more than anything. Santana’s hand came up to caress her cheek and she smiled, looking at her with all the love in the world. "If it comes down to it and I have to choose between my family and you, I’ll choose you," she promised, and as soon as she said it, her eyes fell right to her girlfriend’s lips. Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire, but she couldn't wait any longer. Before she could lean in, there was a knock on the door and Santana immediately pulled away out of reflex. Even with a wall of separation between them, memories of having to sneak around reared its ugly head as her heart thumped louder. She tried to play off her anxiety as best she could, hoping Giselle would turn a blind eye to it. "¡Vete, por favor," she blurted out, sternly enough that whoever was on the other side of the door would get the memo. "About scared the shit out of me," she mumbled. Still reeling from the interruption, she spun around on her heels and boosted herself onto the bathroom sink, like the true gymnast she was. Her fingers gripped the edge of the countertop as she kicked off her shoes, before crossing one foot over the other. "Well? That was eventful. What should we do now?" Santana raised a brow as the words left her lips, the expression on her face one her girlfriend knew all too well. "You didn’t come all this way for a heart to heart, did you?"

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Giselle immediately furrowed her brows at the way Santana was provoking her now. They both knew how she felt about PDA so why was she pushing this so hard, especially when she knew her girlfriend would do it. Even the way the Latina bit her lip felt like mockery now, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer now. “Just so we’re on the same page, did I miss a memo about you suddenly being okay with PDA? Because last I checked, I can barely even hold your hand in public without you having a panic attack.” Sure, she could take charge every now and then, but she’d also known better than to put pressure on her. She was normally much better at having self-restraint in public, but Santana was always the exception, and she was making this unusually difficult this time around. Biting her lip as she tried to focus on anything other than how badly she wanted her girlfriend, that went right out the window as Santana opened that perfect mouth of hers and pushed her yet again. “I hate you so much right now.” Giselle whined dramatically before she was chugging down more champagne. There was no way in hell that she wouldn’t be drunk before this food came out at this rate. And when Santana mentioned her panties being soaked, she finished off the bottle while clenching her own thighs together even tighter. “I don’t know why you were wearing panties anyways.” She teased nervously, her heart rate increasing as her palms started sweating. She had never been this flustered around Santana before, or at least not where other prying eyes could see what she’d end up doing to her girlfriend. But luckily, she didn’t have any sort of shame about having sex in public, so Giselle was only concerned about how her girl truly felt about it before she made any moves. While she hadn’t been entirely serious when she’d referenced the relationship Santana had been in before they’d rekindled things, the reaction it garnered was predictable. “I’m not giving you shit or even judging you, but you always seem to take jabs at me for what I did in Houston. And I know why it bothers you so much, but can we just let it go and move on? We both had..situations with other people during our three years apart, but none of them matter anymore, San.” She stated, and then shrugged. “But for the record, none of them could compare to you. And they weren’t you, so it wasn’t like I gave a shit about them anyways.” Giselle pointed out, which was actually true and not just her trying to get her girlfriend to let that jealousy shit go. Not that it would happen overnight or any time soon, but she was trying to help Santana get over that hurdle one way or another. Taking in yet another challenge, she rolled her eyes playfully. “As sexy as you are when you’re pissed off, you have an even bigger problem you need to be worried about. Once I get between your legs, you’re gonna have to pry me off of you once you’re ready to tap out — and trust me, you’ll be tapping out.” She promised. “But deal. I’d rather take a win-win arrangement over you being mad at me about Spanish lessons.” 

Giselle knew Santana well enough to sense the disappointment in her not wanting to move in right away, but she was compromising at least, and that had to be enough for now. She was already expecting her parents to give her a mouthful about diving head first back into this, but at least she was wanting to be sure that they could keep up this momentum once they were back on campus before she packed her bags and moved in. “You can stop with the threats. You’ll have more than just my fingers inside of you every single morning, I swear. And the neighbors will hear it regardless. How else am I supposed to claim you again if there’s no witnesses?” If nothing else, being back in Lima had pushed her to live with being sexually frustrated, so while she was having to sit still and squeeze her thighs shut, she wasn’t about to let Santana be the only one leaving the other a squirming mess. She smiled as she noticed Santana staring at her the way that she often did. Giselle had missed that, how for some reason the Latina seemed to always look at her in that way that made her feel like she was the most important, and only, woman in the world. She raised a brow as she watched Santana lean in, and then she was reduced to a blushing mess at her words. “I can be naked right here in seconds.” She offered, licking her lips as a hand grazed her arm, and she could have probably melted right on the spot as she watched her girlfriend. They hadn’t even been back together for a solid hour and she was already more in love with the other woman than she’d ever been. “That’s fair.” Given recent events, it was evident that Santana had blinders on when it came to other women, and she couldn’t see it when they looked at her the way she was currently looking at Giselle. So maybe her new rule only applied to herself, seeing as how she chose to let women flirt with her even if she had no intentions of giving them anything, and it had almost led to one of her friends catching feelings. At the mention of her girlfriend being possessive over her, she sighed. “You being possessive isn’t always that bad, baby, but it is ridiculous. I don’t want any other woman but you. I might not show it the way that you do, but I don’t actually care about anyone else. It’s always been you, San.” Maybe it wasn’t in her nature to scare off other women for hitting on Santana or even vying for her attention, but she’d never had to since she always knew exactly where her girlfriend stood. Glancing down at her dress, and then back up at the other woman, Giselle nodded. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who rejected my initial offer to have sex right on the table. But I liked it better when you didn’t hide how impatient you were, so I’ll be correcting that in due time.”

It wasn’t as if Giselle didn’t know that Santana was struggling with the whole coming out thing, because she wasn’t stupid and she recognized the way she reacted any time it was mentioned. Sure, she had her own feelings about all of it, but she wasn’t selfish enough to ignore how this had to feel for her girlfriend. Not that she could anyways. Remaining silent as Santana spoke, she had heard most of this in the past so while it wasn’t new, she was trying her best to genuinely hear her out this time around. Nothing she ever said was enough to push her to that thin line of just fucking coming out, so maybe she should have just left it alone. Would it have made her happy in the long run? Hell no. But it was better than them constantly arguing over it. She wanted to intervene as her girlfriend spoke, she wanted to reassure her that she could rely on her (and her parents) for support if her own wouldn’t accept her, but Santana wasn’t entirely wrong. Their relationship had been struggling before for various reasons, but the codependence hadn’t helped much. And even if she hadn’t bitched about it, Giselle had known that they couldn’t have gone on like that forever. Watching Santana rise up out of her seat, she groaned. “San, wait—” She tried, though it was no use since the Latina took off anyways. “For fuck’s sake..” She scoffed at herself. Only she could fuck up what had started as a romantic date, or something akin to that, anyways. Once the waiter came over with the champagne, she thanked him and was about to start chugging back more of it before deciding against it. Instead, she stood up and headed off to the bathroom, or bathrooms. Giselle knew Santana like the back of her hand so she was sure she wasn’t in the shared bathroom, not if she were crying, so she knocked on the door to the private one. “It’s me. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have pressured you about coming out again, and I’m sorry.” She stated, and then sighed. “I meant what I said before about you not having to live without me. I love you, and I’m not leaving you again…even if it means having to sacrifice what I want to be with you.” She knew having to give up what she desired just for this relationship wasn’t fair, but the alternative was living without Santana again, which she didn’t want. This was choosing a lesser of two evils, so to speak. Unsure if the Latina would actually open the door if she were in tears, she knocked again. “I’ve seen you naked, so I can see you cry, you know? Now open this door before I do something outrageous — like taking this dress off before you get the chance to.” She threatened playfully.

Santana knew if she continued dangling temptation in her girlfriend’s face, eventually Giselle would jump at the opportunity to teach her a lesson by devouring her on this very table. It seemed risky, but the Latina was enjoying herself far too much to stop. For most of her life, getting what she wanted came easily. No one ever told her "no," and if they did, she convinced them to change their mind. While Santana’s parents could be strict at times, they still spoiled her rotten, so finding someone willing and brave enough to stand up to her was rare. Every time Giselle asserted her dominance, she not only found it refreshing, but it gave her goosebumps. "If you're really that eager to get me out of this dress, what's stopping you?" She questioned daringly, biting her lip in anticipation as she drank the other woman in again. "If you're worried about pressuring me, don't be. I happen to find it sexy when you take charge." A fact she was sure her girlfriend remembered based on their previous sexual encounters. Neither of them could resist giving in to each other. One direct order and the next thing the Latina knew, she was spreading her legs like butter, ready to serve herself up on a silver platter. When she noticed Giselle's eyes drop to her chest, the devilish smirk on Santana's face widened as she feigned innocence at the question being asked. "Instead of me telling you, why don't you find out for yourself? It shouldn't be very hard. I know you still remember how good I taste." Her response once again had her squeezing her thighs together, sensing the growing arousal between her legs. While her intention had been to rile Giselle up by being a tease, she too felt the weight of her words. "And if that isn't enough motivation, you already owe me a new pair of panties, seeing as the ones I'm wearing are ruined," she added. No one else had the ability to turn Santana on like this. Just the sight of the other woman had her jaw hitting the floor every time she walked into a room, but the minute they started saying filthy things to one another, she lost all inhibitions. She was so down bad that the mention of her dating someone else made the Latina scoff, as if it'd been her decision to see other people. "Nice deflection," she stated, unamused with the sudden turn of events. "If you'd rather give me shit about trying to move on after our break up, that's fine. I was an asshole to you, I deserve it. But I didn't date or hook up with anyone that entire year I was in therapy because I thought you would come back, so if you want to point judgment somewhere, maybe do it in another direction." She wasn't angry at Giselle for asking the question, but it had brought back memories of a time she'd rather not relive. The more tragic details of that story seemed like a bit too much for a (second) first date, though. Hoping her minor outburst hadn't put a damper on their evening, Santana downed more of her champagne, grateful that they were both too interested in sex to get into an argument over it. "Fine, it's possible the ocean was a bad idea. I'm all for you drowning in my pussy, but you should know, if your jaw's not sore by the end of the night, this time I'll be the one who's pissed off," the Latina pointed out. "If you want, I can find someone else to tutor you. That way, my jealousy stays at bay and you don't end up with some hot foreign exchange student. Entonces,  es un ganar-ganar  para todos."

She was approaching dangerously close bratty territory now, but rather than push her limits, she chose to laugh it off instead. Despite her disappointment, Giselle's promise of a personal wake up call had appealed to her, even if she refused to show it. While the Latina would've preferred to have her at the apartment all the time, the last several weeks had opened Santana's eyes to how quick she was to compromise to appease the other woman. "I'm holding you to that," she said earnestly. "I'm serious, if I don't wake up with your fingers inside of me, you're not leaving that bed until I'm moaning so loud the neighbors can hear." If Giselle were anywhere near as turned on as she was, that last line would've done her in, as it had for Santana just now. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it together before temptation got the better of her. No one would've noticed if she'd slipped a hand under the table to provide some temporary relief, but at the same time, she wanted her girlfriend to be the first one to touch her. After three years of separation, the ache she felt between her thighs could only be remedied by the familiar hands of the woman she'd yearned for since high school. The one who held the answers to all of her hidden desires, as well as the key to her heart. Even in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant, Santana found her breath hitching at the sight in front of her. She'd already memorized every feature of that angelic face, so her reasons for staring were purely selfish at this point. Giselle's response about the shower had been lost somewhere in her fixation, too distracted by the pang in her chest to immediately register what was being said. Leaning in, her eyes caught the other woman's gaze. "Good, because I'm not sure how much longer I can survive without seeing you naked." Her hunger was back with a vengeance before she could finish her sentence, as she reached out to trail a hand gently down Giselle's arm, basking in the warmth of her skin. She stopped at the base of her hand to intertwine their fingers together, this time bringing it to her lips to press a soft kiss there. "That seems fair," the Latina replied, in response to the new rule. "Though, if a friend had feelings for me, I probably wouldn't notice. I refuse to pay attention to other women when I'm with you." Santana wouldn't think twice about cutting someone out of her life if they interfered with her relationship, and therein lied the main difference between them. In every other scenario, she considered herself lucky to have such a caring girlfriend, but when it came to her treating other people that way, that's when Santana wished she were a tad meaner. With women, any nice gesture could be mistaken for flirting. She couldn't help but think if Giselle were more like her, they wouldn't have this issue. "I know how it makes you feel when I'm too possessive over you, so I'll try my best to tone it down to avoid starting any drama. I won't be the miserable bitch I was in high school and torment girls just for talking to you, even if most of them did have it coming." Was she wrong for what she did? Probably. Did she feel remorse over it? Not really, but the other woman didn't need to know that. "I'm still impatient, by the way. The only difference now is I'm better at hiding it. Rest assured, though. I've had the urge to rip that dress off of you the second we sat down." Meanwhile, she'd been suffering ever since.

As if her sexual frustration weren't enough, the conversation surrounding her coming out only served to torment her more. It wasn't that she had a problem rehashing everything. Santana just wasn't in the mood to reopen that wound again after the week she'd already had. Constantly having to explain the reasoning behind her decisions took a mental toll on her, and while she didn't expect Giselle to be able to read her mind, she hoped her girlfriend would pick up on the fact that she was struggling. Pinching at her nose, she tried her hardest to suppress the emotions threatening to overtake her. "I know what the bible says, but people pick and choose what to adhere to from that book all the time, and my family's no different," she replied, sighing as she ran a hand through her dark hair, often in a poor attempt to quell her nerves. "It's easy for you to say I'd be better off without them when you're not the one who has to deal with the consequences. Say I come out to my parents and they reject me. What am I supposed to do then? You can't be the only person I rely on for support when things get hard, that's too much pressure on you and our relationship. We'd never fucking survive." She already had issues with codependence, that much was clear. Santana knew if she asked more of Giselle than she could handle, it would give rise to an unhealthy dynamic between them, which already teetered on the side of toxicity (or at least it had in the past). "I'm not expecting you to wait forever, but now isn't the right time for me to come out. We just got back together, I don't want to risk driving you away again by putting more obstacles in our way. The thought of losing my family over something I can't control is bad enough, but if I lost you too, I don't think I'd ever recover. For Christ's sake, you're the love of my life, Giselle. Why should it matter when they find out?" She could sense the tears starting to well up in her eyes now, and she quickly brushed them off before getting up from her seat. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, but she ignored it temporarily. "That night at my dad's condo, you told me I never have to live without you. If that's still true...just wait for me. Please." Brushing away another tear, Santana searched around for the restrooms, then turned back around to the other woman. "I'm going to find our waiter and ask him to bring us another bottle of champagne. If I'm not back in five minutes, assume I'm reapplying mascara." She hoped her makeup wasn't ruined, but one could never be too sure. Thankfully, the boat had a private bathroom next to the communal ones, so no one else had to listen to her cry if she suddenly felt the urge to go for round two. While she felt bad leaving Giselle alone, the Latina figured the extra bottle of champagne would keep her company until she returned.

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