Heartbrake (Demi Lovato/Santana Lopez)

Chapter 23

A/N:  Alas, I know it has been awhile since my last post.  Suffice it to say that my real life has been interfering and although I have done writing, it hasn’t been on this chapter.  I’ve been suffering serious writer’s block for this chapter not in what I want to happen but in how I want it described so it does justice to the feelings of Demi and Santana in Demi’s first attempt to make love to another woman.  To be honest, I’m still having writer’s block.  So, you ask, how is it that I’m posting this chapter?  Well, I got the much needed help from a friend.  She is an incredible writer.  After much convincing she stepped in and wrote the majority of substance for this chapter.  I truly appreciate her help and hope you do, too!

Now on with the show . . .

-DG

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Chapter 23

Santana's head was still resting on Demi's shoulder as Demi attempted to regain both her breathing and her sight.  Such a powerful orgasm had really affected her, not that she was complaining.  No, Santana Lopez was absolutely incredible and it was reminiscing on this thought that now had Demi anxious.  Demi knew Santana had been with other women, including that bitch Angel, and now measuring up to that was becoming a concern.  Demi knew that she loved Santana, and she knew that she wanted to do everything in her power to make her happy.  Only thing was, she didn't know how to fully satisfy her now.  How was she to make sure that the only name going through Santana's mind was hers? 

Santana lifted her head from Demi's shoulder and looked up at the beautiful girl that lay before her.  From what Santana could tell the euphoria had since washed from Demi's features and worry had replaced it.  She knew Demi was one to over-think things so she stroked the girl's cheek and spoke up.

"You doing okay babe?" 

"Uh yeah . . ." Demi said, shaking herself from her stupor. 

Santana's eyes bore into her soul with the look she was giving her and Demi knew it was best just to be honest with her.

"No.  I know I sounded very confident a few minutes ago but the truth is . . . well . . . I'm worried about disappointing you," Demi uttered out as the blush rose to her cheeks.

"Oh babe," Santana soothed with such a soft, caring tone, "you could never disappoint me.  Our emotional connection here is incredible.  That alone will most certainly make this exponentially better.  You felt it before, right?"

Demi confirmed with a small nod.  Oh, she had felt it alright; it was impossible not to.  Something had tied them to each other and brought them to a place where nothing else in the moment mattered but each other.

"Good," Santana continued. "And it's going to be just the same if and when you decide you're ready for this.  But I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do, making love to you was more than satisfying for me, so if you want to just lay here and cuddle I can do that."

"I don't want to cuddle with you," Demi said determinedly. 

"Oh. . . ok then . . ." Santana's broken voice trailed off unsure.

Before Santana could pull away Demi captured Santana's lips in hers and initiated a wildly passionate kiss.  Santana's words managed to soothe most of her fears, and Demi didn't want the ones that remained to prevent her from showing Santana just how much she wanted her.  As Demi kissed Santana she hooked a leg over Santana's finely toned body and maneuvered herself to hover over the gorgeous Latina she was about to make love to.  Breaking from the kiss Demi took a moment to just admire Santana; her every feature, every curve, every emotion being portrayed.  In that moment of looking deep into Santana's waiting eyes, Demi knew that Santana was everything she hadn't known she wanted or needed.