Loneliness
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Word Count: 667
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Note: For the 10iloveyou challenge. Prompt table here.
She’s laying in her big bed in her big house and both are empty with the exception of her small body. Her father is on a medical mission trip in South America and her mother decided to tag along and help (yeah, right). They figured she would be fine alone for the summer. She’s always been fine alone.
There’s some crappy daytime soap opera on and she’s barely watching it. Who the fuck cares if Bianca got impregnated by her sister’s husband the same night her daughter went missing. There’s more important shit going on in the world.
Like trying to figure out why Finn kissed her last night in front of half of McKinley High School and then walked away without another word. They’d been fucking around (hanging out) for a couple of weeks but it was in secret and she thought he understood he was mostly just a warm body for when she needed a good fuck. If they happened to talk about things in between sexual encounters it was only because it took him forever to get dressed and leave.
When she had joked that she was basically an independent adult with they way her parents left her all the time, he gave her this look. This fucking knowing look and then kissed her. It freaked her out and she left the lake where everyone partied at by herself. She hasn’t left the bed since. Her phone vibrates on the nightstand and she sees a text from Finn.
Be there in ten minutes.
Her dark brow furrows and she quickly types out a response.
I didn’t invite you over.
She holds her phone in her hand. Not because she’s waiting for his response but just because it’ll be easier to look at if he texts back.
Be there in five now.
A hot thrill shoots through her body. She kind of likes it when he’s a little forceful. It usually means the sex is going to be mind blowing and she can’t say that she hasn’t been craving his touch. Well, not just his, anybody’s, really.
He knows where they keep the spare key so when she hears the front door open and close, she turns off the television and props herself up. Even with her hair piled upon her head in a messy knot and no make up on, she’s still confident because she knows she’s fucking hot. He breezes through her bedroom door with this goofy grin on his face. She’s too busy pulling her shirt over her head to notice the movies in his hand and his innocent expression.
“Santana, put your shirt back on,” he says with a small laugh. She shoots him a glare and knits her eyebrows together.
“If you didn’t come to fuck then why are you here?” She asks, pulling her shirt back on. She can’t believe he told her to redress after getting a flash of the twins. He shuffles his feet a little before looking her in the eye.
“I just want to spend time with you,” he says with a sincere grin. She throws her tan legs over the side of her bed and walks over to him, bringing her body flush against his.
“Time is best spent naked, Hudson,” she says in this seductive tone she knows he can’t resist. He shakes his head slightly and takes her hand with his free one. He would say he’s not in the mood for sex but he doesn’t want to lie. He just wants to do things outside of the bed with her.
“I brought movies,” he lifts the movies for her to see and she rolls her eyes. She pulls away from him and puts on a pair of shorts.
“The TV downstairs is bigger and I’m fucking starving,” she says brushing past him and heading towards the stairs.
Even if they’re not going to have sex she figures watching a movie with him won’t be that bad. It beats laying in bed alone.
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Word Count: 667
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Author's Note: For the 10iloveyou challenge. Prompt table here.
She’s laying in her big bed in her big house and both are empty with the exception of her small body. Her father is on a medical mission trip in South America and her mother decided to tag along and help (yeah, right). They figured she would be fine alone for the summer. She’s always been fine alone.
There’s some crappy daytime soap opera on and she’s barely watching it. Who the fuck cares if Bianca got impregnated by her sister’s husband the same night her daughter went missing. There’s more important shit going on in the world.
Like trying to figure out why Finn kissed her last night in front of half of McKinley High School and then walked away without another word. They’d been fucking around (hanging out) for a couple of weeks but it was in secret and she thought he understood he was mostly just a warm body for when she needed a good fuck. If they happened to talk about things in between sexual encounters it was only because it took him forever to get dressed and leave.
When she had joked that she was basically an independent adult with they way her parents left her all the time, he gave her this look. This fucking knowing look and then kissed her. It freaked her out and she left the lake where everyone partied at by herself. She hasn’t left the bed since. Her phone vibrates on the nightstand and she sees a text from Finn.
Be there in ten minutes.
Her dark brow furrows and she quickly types out a response.
I didn’t invite you over.
She holds her phone in her hand. Not because she’s waiting for his response but just because it’ll be easier to look at if he texts back.
Be there in five now.
A hot thrill shoots through her body. She kind of likes it when he’s a little forceful. It usually means the sex is going to be mind blowing and she can’t say that she hasn’t been craving his touch. Well, not just his, anybody’s, really.
He knows where they keep the spare key so when she hears the front door open and close, she turns off the television and props herself up. Even with her hair piled upon her head in a messy knot and no make up on, she’s still confident because she knows she’s fucking hot. He breezes through her bedroom door with this goofy grin on his face. She’s too busy pulling her shirt over her head to notice the movies in his hand and his innocent expression.
“Santana, put your shirt back on,” he says with a small laugh. She shoots him a glare and knits her eyebrows together.
“If you didn’t come to fuck then why are you here?” She asks, pulling her shirt back on. She can’t believe he told her to redress after getting a flash of the twins. He shuffles his feet a little before looking her in the eye.
“I just want to spend time with you,” he says with a sincere grin. She throws her tan legs over the side of her bed and walks over to him, bringing her body flush against his.
“Time is best spent naked, Hudson,” she says in this seductive tone she knows he can’t resist. He shakes his head slightly and takes her hand with his free one. He would say he’s not in the mood for sex but he doesn’t want to lie. He just wants to do things outside of the bed with her.
“I brought movies,” he lifts the movies for her to see and she rolls her eyes. She pulls away from him and puts on a pair of shorts.
“The TV downstairs is bigger and I’m fucking starving,” she says brushing past him and heading towards the stairs.
Even if they’re not going to have sex she figures watching a movie with him won’t be that bad. It beats laying in bed alone.