@Puck.
She choked back on the soft whimper that dared to bubble up in her throat, efficiently killing the pathetic sound and lengthening it instead into a soft moan, raising her brows but not protesting against the soft kiss. Lifting herself off him, her hands and fingertips moving in a dance to reach every inch of his dewed skin as if signing her name on that moment like a piece of art. Santana’s breath was just barely coming down from their faltering catches just moments ago, still seeing the stars that burst in front of her eyes from seeing the ultimate pleasure and high grip her tightly. Brief and surprisingly soft as something so wanky had turned out, Puckerman never disappointed her, never left her hanging. He’d always had a perfect track record there.
Frowning slightly, her otherwise smooth forehead crinkling with nerves, Santana’s eyes fluttered open to peer into his face. Normally, she would have made some joke by now about the Miracle of Hannukah was actually in his pants or something but … that night didn’t seem to be following in the usual fashion their hook-ups generally followed. He’d said to talk to him more, she resolved after moments of thinking. And now was as good a time as any … at least now she knew he was in a good mood. Not breaking eye contact, almost afraid she’d lose her nerve if she did, Santana’s smaller hand pried his away from the dip of her waist and guided it slowly to the track of the inside of her upper thigh. A tiny voice echoing at the back of her head reminded her of what a gesture like that would have meant on a normal night for the two of them; caught in the throws of an all-nighter of passion in the sack.
“Do you feel it?” she asked in a quiet voice, dark and colourless as she ran the pads of her fingers gently across his knuckles to press down into the sensitive skin there and the raised crests of old, faded white scars and tiny fresh slits that were still red. Her confusion over her sexuality hadn’t been the only thing Santana had been hiding as of late, but somehow, even with all the sex she had, hiding cuts from safety pins or blades was easier.
Puck thought when she led his hand down to the inside of her thigh, it would be for something a lot more different. A frown broke out onto his face when he didn’t feel anything under his fingers, nothing out of the usual anyway. He was about to ask what she meant when he felt a raised line under his fingertips. And another. And another. His hand swept across them gently without breaking eye contact with her, confused by what she was trying to show him. Or trying to let him feel, for that matter. Then he realized.
“Santana.” he said in a warning tone. His hand was tracing circles, mentally trying to count how many there were. It was useless though, they all seemed to blend together. It made him feel sick. His stomach was twisting into knots already, without even knowing why there were raised lines, or scars, on her thighs. Something like this had never happened before, so he wouldn’t know how to handle it if it was true.
“Santana. Is this..” he paused, not quite sure if he wanted to know the answer or not. He had to. “..Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” he eventually asked, begging her to say it was just nothing. That it wasn’t scars, that it was just a bad bruise or something. Anything else besides that.
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the sudden revelation, rolling...eyes and scoffing in that disgusted way at
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bedroom with an uneasy feeling in...he supposed to go home, pack, find his passport
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Santana remained largely quiet through his response and...silently instead busied herself...
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Puck allowed himself to relax into...while appreciating
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She sighed again...eyes fall like curtains across her bloodshot eyes, blacking out the...
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Puck raised his eyebrows questioningly and stared at her intently. Girls emotions, especially Santana’s and Quinn - only...
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Well you were wrong. I...never okay. She thought...feeble...
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Puck was stunned...silence, choosing to keep...stay safe....
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“Yeah and looks where that’s gotten me,”...fired back, quickly moving to chuck his...
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“Why wouldn’t I care?” Puck asked, taking...cold after she pulled away, mainly because he...
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bit, stunned into a dumb silence with her small hands pressing...his abs and warm body...
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a haze. He didn’t know where this new information came from, why...was only deciding to...
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Santana felt the burning of suppressed cries tickling her throat and the stinging at the back of her eyes that...
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Puck’s jaw tightened at...words, especially since he found this anything but funny. He...
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Santana twisted her lips, setting them into a hardened straight line,...warm brown...
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Puck thought when she led...thigh, it would be for...lot...
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the soft whimper...dared to bubble up...her throat,...
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Puck picked up on...increasing pace with equal short thrusts upwards, feeling that same...
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She shivered into him...felt herself tightening...squeezing...
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slow rhythm, going with the slow pace...Santana wanted. Their mouths connected, slowly,...
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second time that night, Puck managed...piss her off and pleasure her between a span of a...
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A low and deep growl escaped past his throat at...way she was teasing him, like she knew...
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seduction shadowing over...face again, Santana slowly leaned into him towards the condom....
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Puck looked down...kneeling snugly between his legs, a coy smile on
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Any sudden flare up...being cut off right when she was about to hit jackpot
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head back against...arm rest lazily, Puck let out a deep throat moan at
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oh so carefully splayed...base, curling a finger entirely around
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Puck simply let her take charge, not...mood for an argument. When Santana was on top
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Santana smirked at...rhetorical question because, of course, it wasn’t even a question...
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instruction, digging deeper with his index finger all...knuckle. The moans escaping
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head lifted up and hitting...hard door behind her, snorting amusedly at
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Puck’s hands moved to hold the back of her thighs to keep her in place more securely, pressing
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wondering internally whether she hadn’t given...mental capacity enough credit, Santana...
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time to register what was happening before his back was slammed against...plump lips...
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Santana lingered...her room for a moment, waiting for
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