Santana POV
"San..." I heard Dani breathe out feeling her tug at my hair. I can feel her shiver under me as my lips trail over the spot on her neck that drives her crazy. I grunted as she pushed me back gently away from her neck. "Santana...please no marks."
"Well that's no fun..." I smirk, ignoring her eye roll so I can reattach my lips to the curve of her neck. I barely grazed it with my teeth before she pushed me away once more with a giggle. My heart raced at the thought of somebody walking in on us. The past few weeks have been filled with secret rendezvous in the janitor's closet like this. Not the most romantic place to meet I know, but the thrill of it fueled us to many MANY great hook ups in here so I regret nothing.
"I'm serious Santana, my dad will kill me. And then hunt down whoever gave it to me." She gave me a pointed look and I just shrug.
"Well he will be disappointed to find out I don't have a dick for him to chop off." That made Dani laugh harder. God, her laugh was so fucking obnoxious but it was quickly becoming my favorite thing to hear. She told me about his comment that first night we talked on the phone when I teased her for the bruise I left on her.
"I would love to finish this but I have to get going..." She whispered as she threw her braced arm over my shoulder to join the one already there. She rolled on the tips of her toes to give me a peck on the lips. I frown when she pulls away quickly and grabs her backpack off the floor. I can't help but grab her by the wrist to pull her back. I didn't want her to go yet.
"Five more minutes..." I mumble grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for more kisses. She moaned when I deepened it and smile into it. I can be very convincing.
"I can't..." She mumbled out, breaking the kiss. I groan at the loss of contact. "I have a doctor's appointment."
"Fine." I pout and unwillingly let her go.
"Don't pout. I'll text you." She smiled at me before giving me one more peck. Then just like that she disappeared and I was left in the janitor's closet alone. It was only then where the pool between my legs were apparent. Although I was frustrated as fuck I couldn't help but giggle as I pushed myself out of the closet. The irony is too much.
Dani POV
"OH MY GOD FINALLY!" I yell probably a little bit too dramatically but it felt so damn good to finally take off this brace. My dad and Dr. Fields laughed at me but whatevs. I was finally free.
"Don't get too excited yet Danielle, you still have some healing left to do so don't over do it." I feel my face eating grin drop at my doctor's words.
"But but I feel fine. My hand feels fine. I can go back to training...right?" Dr. Fields matched my frown.
"Not fully. But you can do some low intensity stuff. Just stay off your hand okay?" I sigh. It's bittersweet. I'm happy I can start a little bit of a routine other than running but I was hoping to be able to stat training again today. I'm going to lose all my technique if I'm away too long.
"Thank you Dr. Fields." My dad said for me as he motioned for us to go. There was an uncomfortable silence between us as we sat in the car on the way home. Things have just been weird with my dad. I feel like I haven't seen him a lot. He's been doing his training sessions without me which sucks but at least I had Santana to fill my time. I felt guilty sneaking her over while he was out but I was going mad being home all the time I needed the distraction.
"You have any plans with your friends tonight?" His voice felt loud against the silence.
"I gave up on my social life after my first week of being grounded." I mumbled back at him.
"Hmm...I thought you would jump at the chance to go out once your grounding was over but" he shrugged and my eyes widened. Wait has it been a month already? I can't believe I didn't realize it.
"Oh my god I need to text Rachel." I felt my dad chuckled beside me.
"And I was right." I roll my eyes as I send my text to Rachel.
Dani: FREEDOM.
Rachel: what? No more grounding?
Dani: my sentence is over!
Rachel: yay! Finally!
I was about to type another message to ask Rachel if she wanted to hang out but a message from the hot cheerleader popped up.
Pom poms: how was the docs?
Half pint: I got my brace off so can't complain
Poms poms: oh good. It was just slowing you down anyways
I bit my lip to stop the giggle but it just came out as a snort. I can't believe she just said that.
"What are you smiling at?" My dad raised an eyebrow at me.
"Um nothing..." I felt my throat go dry. Why am I such a horrible liar?
Half pint: fuck off I still get you off faster than you can moan my name. with or without it.
Santana: is that a challenge?
Half pint: honey it's a fucking fact
"Doesn't look like nothing." He mumbled back at me. I ignore him and turn my body away from him. I can feel his eyes on me as he drives.
Santana: we'll see about that. my parents are out tonight, come over?
"Dad, can I borrow the car?" I ask as we pull into our driveway. I can feel the struggle coming already. He rarely lets me borrow it.
"What for Dani?" He sighs as he cuts the engine off.
"Rachel wants to go to the movies." I spit out, hoping that my lie was convincing.
"Wow you waste no time do you?" He chuckled and I relax. At least he's in a good mood. "Can't Rachel pick you up?"
"Uh no, her dads are using it tonight." These lies slip off my tongue before I even realize it. I felt my heart drop seeing my dad cringe at 'her dads'. Is that how he would feel about me too?
"Fine but I want you home by ten Dani..." I immediately let my grin fill my face as I type a response back to Santana.
Half pint: address?
"Dani do you hear me? Ten o'clock. Not a minute later." I nodded with my face eating grin as I snatched the keys out of his hands. My vibrated in my hands with Santana's address.
"Yeah yeah, not a minute later...THANKS DAD." I throw my hands around him before shooing him off. I bite my lip as I start up the car, feeling the heat between my legs already as I think about Santana.
Half pint: see you soon
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Eye of the Tiger
FanfictionDani is a star boxer but when she injures her hand, she is left with a part of her missing. Will a certain latina cheerleader pick her back up on her road to recovery?