Father Knows Best...or Does He? (COMPLETE)

Finally, We're All Alone...or Are We?

Santana awoke to the sound of Peter softly snoring. She felt the heat and weight of his body consuming her, finding him draped over her possessively, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

Smiling, she managed to free one of her arms; gently running her hand up and down his back, her nails softly brushing his skin.

"Mmmm..." Peter stirred in response, his body tensing and relaxing against hers as he drifted back to sleep.

Santana watched him as he slept. He was so adorable, so loving, and definitely sexy. She truly loved him with all her heart and more.

Wanting to wake him gently, she then blew softly along the line of his jaw and in his ear.

Peter felt the warmth of her breath, immediately responding as both he and his body began to wake. He slowly lifted his head, looking down into her eyes with a satiated gaze of afterglow and smiling.

"Hi." He whispered seductively.

"Hi." Santana whispered and smiled; her eyes filled with satisfaction and afterglow.

Peter moaned softly; his toned and fit frame stretching out in all his gorgeous glory. He then turned his head, capturing her lips with his; kissing her long and deep.

"That was so incredible, kitten..." He whispered, barely pulling back and resting his forehead against hers. "You're so amazing, baby..." He smiled.

Santana smiled, burying her face in his chest and reveling in the musk of his scent mingling with the sweat still damp on his skin.

Peter gently tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. "I love you so so much, Santana." He whispered, looking down into her eyes.

Santana smiled, looking up at him; getting lost in his hypnotic gaze. "I love you too, Cat...so so much..." She whispered, feeling his breath close and closing her eyes as his lips brushed hers.

"I have an idea..." Peter then whispered.

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"I love the way your mind works..." Santana said, leaning back against Peter and resting her head on his shoulder.

Peter chuckled, massaging her shoulders and back.

Both Santana and Peter were seated in the enormous space of Paul's hot tub out back on the pool deck; beneath a canopy of glittering stars, water lapping all around them as jetting bubbles also surrounded them.

"Only the tip of the iceberg, my love..." He whispered, his tongue grazing along the outer shell of her ear.

"Mmmm..." Santana smiled, tilting her head to the side and willing him to continue.

Beneath the heat of the water, Peter's hands began to roam; gliding over her every dip and curve, skating up to caress and fondle her breasts.

He then gently lifted her, turning her around in his arms. Leaning back against the wall of the hot tub, he eased her down straddle of his lap; slowly with the water's movement and so that she felt all of him as he entered her.

Taking her hands in his, he then laid them on his shoulders; giving her a brace to hold herself as she began to move.

His hands then gripped her hips as he began "helping" her up and down on him.