Author's note: This is the last chapter of this fic. I may write a sequel story to it, we'll see. I was going to make the story longer, but I came to the end of this chapter and felt like it was the right place to end it. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this fic/will review this last chapter. It's been a ride. Sorry for taking so long with the last update.
The last time that she was texting in class with Finn, things didn't turn out so well, but their history teacher was old and couldn't even see, so Santana pulled out her phone, tossing a paper ball at Finn to get him to notice her. Even if they were dating, and they'd been dating for a few weeks now, the bitch who sat next to Finn refused to switch seats, so he sat in the middle of class and she sat at the very back row. Chuckling quietly as Finn tossed her a dirty look for throwing a paper ball at his head, she held up her phone and waited for him to take his out.
Santana to Finn: Confession time.
Finn to Santana: Did I accidentally do something I'm supposed to be confessing to?
Santana to Finn: No, you dork. I have to tell you something.
Finn to Santana: ...oh.
Santana to Finn: I'm kind of frustrated.
Finn to Santana: Frustrated about what?
Santana to Finn: Really, Hudson?
Finn to Santana: I'm sorry, I'm like stupid or something.
Santana to Finn: I'M SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.
Finn to Santana: Were the caps really necessary?
Santana to Finn: I'm frustrated in general now.
Finn to Santana: Well, um... do you want to do something about it? The frustration.
Santana to Finn: That's kinda the point of this whole conversation.
Finn to Santana: Right.
Santana to Finn: We've been dating for a few weeks already. It's high time you lose the big-V, Finn.
Finn to Santana: You... want us to have sex?
Santana to Finn: I thought I just made that clear. Yes.
Finn to Santana: I don't know...
Santana to Finn: I don't know what your problem is.
Finn to Santana: I don't know. What if I suck? You're not going to break up with me if I suck, right?
Santana to Finn: Did I break up with you when you couldn't even last long enough for me to go down on you?
Finn to Santana: ...no.
Santana to Finn: Right. So I'm not gonna break up with you even if you suck. It just means we'll have to practice a lot so you get really good.
Finn to Santana: Promise you're not gonna break up with me?
Santana to Finn: I promise. I am going to break up with you though if you keep wearing that sweater.
Finn to Santana: Hey! I like this sweater.
Santana to Finn: It looks like you went shopping with Berry.
Finn to Santana: Okay, I won't wear it anymore.
Santana to Finn: Good boy.
Finn to Santana: Good boys get rewarded, right? ;)
Santana to Finn: Look at you, asking for sexual favors. I'm impressed, Hudson.
Finn to Santana: I had to learn something from dating you, right?
Santana to Finn: I should hope so. So, 8pm, my house?
Finn to Santana: Sounds perfect. Should I bring condoms?
Santana to Finn: Yes, you should.
Finn to Santana: Okay.
Santana to Finn: Hey, you might want to control that eyebrow of yours. It's arched so high I can see it.
Finn to Santana: Sorry. Just a little turned on right now.
Santana to Finn: You know what? Fuck this. Wanna skip and go back to my house?
Finn to Santana: Definitely.
Santana put down her phone, smirking to herself as he glanced back at her. Finally. So she wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. Sue her. He was hot and they'd done stuff together over the last few weeks, so he wasn't a total virgin anymore either. He was still a work in progress, but they'd totally fixed his mailman problems. His tongue was proving to be extremely talented, in more ways than one, and she had no doubt that after a couple of times, she'd have herself a certified sex God.
The rest of class passed excruciatingly slowly. Every minute felt like an hour to her, and she was sure that she was losing it. Was she really that dependent on sex? Yes, yes she was. No shame, that's what she had always told herself, and she was proud of herself for waiting this long. Finally, the bell rang, signalling lunch time, and Santana picked up her books, making her way to Finn's table where he was packing up. "You ready?" she asked, winking as he looked up.
"Yeah," he nodded, sounding slightly nervous, but he seemed confident in his answer, despite it.
"I promise, you have no reason to be nervous. I can take charge if that'll make you feel better?" she offered, shifting her books in her arms. Secretly, she was hoping he said yes anyways. She was like a lizard and she totally needed something under her if she was going to digest her food.
"Yeah, actually that'll make me feel way better," Finn replied, smiling at her.
"Good, let's go," Santana grinned, linking her pinkie with his as he slung his backpack over the other. She still wasn't cool with the whole handholding thing, but linking pinkies seemed to be a compromise that they could both deal with. She did it with Britt all the time, so it wasn't anything she wasn't used to, and it made Finn feel all connected to her and shit. Sometimes, he was really the girlier one in this relationship, but that worked fine for her. Santana Lopez had absolutely no problem with wearing the pants in her relationship. In fact, she preferred it.
The walk out to the car was a silent, yet comfortable one. She could see that Finn's head was going a mile a minute, but she supposed that that was normal when you planned to lose your virginity and had to actually drive some place with your way more experienced girlfriend to make it happen. She wasn't opposed to car sex, like at all, but she thought Finn deserved a little more than that. "Do we need to stop and pick up-"
"No," Finn replied, cutting her off before she had a chance to finish her sentence. "I figured when we started dating it was best to always keep some on me."
"Some? So you mean you have more than one?" she inquired, arching a perfectly tweezed eyebrow at him.
"Maybe," he blushed, setting his bag down in the trunk along with her books, before getting into the car.
"Impressive," she smiled, pulling her hair out of its ponytail after buckling up. Finger combing her hair, she was thankful that she didn't live all that far from the school, because this was one of those times where the silence could get very, very awkward, very quickly. Smoothing down the pleats on her Cheerios skirt, even Santana could admit, she was slightly nervous. She'd had a lot of sex, but it had never really meant anything before. This was definitely going to mean something, and she wanted it to be good for him. Not that she was apprehensive about her prowess in bed, but she just wanted him to enjoy himself... she didn't want it to go too fast or seem like it was rushed.
Sighing as he pulled up to her house, Santana waited for him to turn off the car before unbuckling and running up the steps to unlock the door. Leaving her keys on the entryway table, she pulled off her shoes and shut the door behind him. "Come on," she gestured, wiggling at him with her finger, a seductive, come hither smirk on her face as she made her way up the stairs, smiling to herself as he followed her. Shutting the door behind him as he walked into her room, Santana leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him, pulling him by the shirt towards the bed, falling back as her legs hit her mattress and pulling him with her.
The kisses were comfortable, but less guarded than usual. There was a need there that she didn't usually feel when he kissed her. It was like he just wanted her, and he was doing a good job of letting her know just how much. This was different, too, than what it usually was with other boys, meaning Puck. She didn't feel like she was being attacked or like she was only a piece of meat. It was like she actually meant something to Finn. Honestly, the feeling was enough to throw her off guard, and she liked it. He was confident, since they'd done this dancing tongue fandango a thousand times already (or at least that's how it seemed), but he was also gentle. His hands were running along her sides and she was tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head in a way that had become a reflex over time, their lips breaking away from each other only long enough to pull the fabric over his head, the same with hers.
Tilting her head to the side as Finn's lips trailed along her jaw and neck, sucking and biting at all the same spots he'd already marked up, Santana let out a quiet moan, purring into his ear as she tugged on his hair gently. She ran her hands over his chest, before moving them down to her stomach, letting her fingers brush over his abs as her hips rolled up into his gently, one of her legs bending up at the knee. Finn's arm reached behind her, unsnapping her bra and sliding it down her shoulders, kissing his way along her right shoulder as he tossed it off the bed with a playful growl. "Frisky, Hudson. I like it," she noted, bearing her teeth at him playfully.
"What can I say, you bring out another side of me," he replied, kissing his way along her collarbone as she tilted her head back, before pushing him back onto the bed as she climbed on top of him, a smirk on her face.
"I'm supposed to be in charge, remember?" she informed him, licking her lips as she ran her eyes over his chest. The abs had been a surprise, that was for sure, considering that he ate sloppy Joes for lunch every day. She wasn't complaining though, not at all. Looking up at him as she ground against him, smiling as she felt him pressing against her, Santana popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly, sliding down between his legs long enough to pull off his pants, bringing his boxers down with them. "Mhm... so hard and all for me," she smirked, biting her lip as he sprang out, running her fingers along his length, letting her thumb press against a spot that always elicited a rather loud moan from him. "Save your moaning for later, baby. If you think this feels good, just wait til you get to fuck me," Santana cooed, smiling to herself as she watched Finn's eyes roll back in his head slightly, tugging off her skirt and spanks quickly.
"Condom?" she said, sticking her hand out as Finn nodded and reached down in his pants for his wallet, handing her a wrapper before dropping the wallet back down on the floor. Ripping the package with her teeth, Santana rolled it over his length, taking her time about it, just to tease him, before locking eyes with him. "Are you sure about this? We don't have to," she assured him, though she might die if he chickened out.
"I'm sure... I want this," Finn nodded, chewing on his lip as he watched her line them up, guiding him into her as they moaned in sync, letting him fill her up. As she gave herself a moment to adjust, the reality of the situation hit her. He was inside her. She had just taken someone's virginity. Wow.
"How does it feel?" she asked, pressing her hands to his chest to steady herself as she moved slowly, finding a steady pace as she moved her hips in gentle figure 8's.
"It feels really... tight," Finn groaned, his hands moving to her hips.
"Well yeah... You're huge... Of course it's gonna feel tight," she assured him, smirking to herself as she swore she felt his chest puff out. Such a boy, but the compliment was so merited.
"So good," Finn mumbled, his eyes closing as he bit his lip. Santana's fingers curled into his chest gently as she picked up the pace, moaning as his hands helped guide her, making sure their hips were slamming just hard enough as she rocked back and forth.
"Fuck," she moaned, flipping her hair around to get it out of her face as she arched her back slightly, making sure to keep him buried deep inside her, steadying herself as his hips bucked up, trying to push himself deeper into her. "Not so fast," Santana warned him, leaning down to kiss him softly. "I want to feel every inch of you, baby."
Finn let out a little whimper at her words, opening his eyes as she moved faster, watching him nod as he chewed on his lip. She was pretty sure that she knew what the whole emotional part of sex was about now. Santana felt so close to him. Like nothing was deep enough or fast enough or hard enough for her, no matter how many times he found her spot, almost like it was a reflex, it was never enough. She just wanted that feeling to last forever, even if she knew it couldn't. They were both moaning and he was gripping at the sheets and her toes were curling and - "Oh God... I'm coming," it hit her like a freight train. She moaned his name, a loud, gutteral moan as her body shivered, whimpering as he toppled over the edge after her, pushing into her one more time as he moaned her name, his eyes squeezed tight in pleasure as they road their climaxes out together. Santana collapsed on top of him, smiling to herself as his arms wrapped around her, letting their breathing even out, before she rolled off of him to give him a chance to clean up.
Turning over on her side as he tossed the condom into her trash bin, she propped herself up on an elbow, running her finger back and forth over his forearm absentmindedly. "So..." she began, letting her voice trail off. She wasn't any good at this post-sex talk shit, and she didn't have any experience with the virgin talk. "How was it?"
"It was perfect," Finn smiled, turning over on his side to face her.
"Was it everything you thought it'd be?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow at him.
"It was less nerve wracking than I thought it'd be. It just felt really... good," he shrugged, looking at her.
"Well, it's supposed to. For you anyways. For girls, it hurts like a bitch, but lucky for you, the only virgin in the room was you," she pointed out, chuckling quietly.
"Yeah..." he mumbled, looking away suddenly as he chewed his lip. "Was I... okay?"
"There are two kinds of people, Hudson: the naturals, and the ones who just don't get it. Lucky for you, you're a natural," Santana grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly.
"Okay, good, cause I was afraid you'd regret it," he sighed, though it was definitely a sigh of relief.
"Regret it? Me? Never. I was honestly more worried that you'd regret it," she mumbled, playing with the ends of her hair.
"No regrets," he promised, pulling her closer by the waist, wrapping his arms around her with a yawn.
"Yawning, such a virgin move," she chuckled.
"Former virgin," Finn clarified. "Guess this means we'll just have to work on building up my stamina," he added, winking at her.
"Guess we will," she smiled, snuggling into his chest. Another silence fell over them, a comfortable one, as they laid there wrapped up in each other, letting sleep overtake them with no regrets. None at all.