Dare to be Aware - Chapter Twenty Nine
Title: Dare to be Aware
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 141,648
Spoilers: AU
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, past Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Artie mentions, Blaine/Sam, past Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Sam bearding, past Blaine/Kurt
Summary: What does it take to find your own identity? How much pain can you endure in the process?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Dysphoria, Violence against Trans, Trans Character, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic Violence, Graphic Severe Violence, Hospitals, Transitioning, Rough Sex, Potentially dub-con/non-con situations, Abandonment
Chapter 29
Santana yawned as she fumbled with her keys to open the door to their apartment, her shoulder complaining at her to drop her heavy as hell backpack already. It’d been a grueling day with more academics than she really wanted and cheer practice on top of it. She rolled her neck as she got the door open, pushing inside and dropping her backpack on the hall table while she got the front door closed and locked again.
It’d been a long day, but it wasn’t the first time she’d been grateful for the insane level of skill and training Sue had demanded from her Cheerios. Without it, she knew she’d be hurting a lot more than the low level ache in her muscles and she might only have made the grey squad instead of the scarlet one. Stretching, she grabbed her backpack again to go drop it in her and Quinn’s room, wanting nothing more than to curl up with her boyfriend and spend the evening enjoying the quiet while Blaine and Sam were off working.
When she opened the door to their room though, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her backpack slipped from her suddenly loose grasp to hit the floor with a thud. It was Quinn in their bed. She knew it was. But she couldn’t get over the sight of him stroking the long, thick cock protruding from his groin, his lean, muscular body completely nude.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, mesmerized by the sight of his hand gripping the smooth shaft that was just a couple shades darker than the pale fingers sliding along it and looked for all intents and purposes like it was part of him.
His eyes flickered up, his hand still slowly moving on the attached part. "Hey," he husked, his voice noticeably lower than its ever been, "look what came today."
“I’m looking,” she whispered, slowly coming over to the bed, having trouble taking her eyes off of his bobbing member as he stroked it. “God, it looks... Q, it looks real. Like it’s really part of you...”
"Feels like it." He whimpered as his fingers teased the skin like material that covered the member. "San... I've been thinking about you. Look how hard you got me," he stated, motioning to the erect cock in his palm.
“I did this?” she murmured softly, sitting on the bed beside him and reaching over hesitantly to caress his member.
"You always make me hard, Santana," he whispered, his hand moving over to her thigh. "Can... Can you get undressed with me?" He bit his lip and asked her softly as he watched her tanned hand stroke his new dick. "Does.. does it feel real?" He asked, looking up at her his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Yeah,” she whispered, watching her fingers glide over his member. “Get...? Quinn. Tell me what you want, baby.” She looked up at him, waiting for him to tell her what they’d both been waiting months for.
"I wanna make love to you." He replied, "Please, let me so you how much I love you... How much I better I am now for you."
“You’ve always been good for me,” Santana breathed, leaning in and kissing him, her fingers still toying with his shaft. “You’re ready?” she smiled softly, hopefully. “Really ready? Not just wanting to play with me but us together, right?” Her hand left his dick to caress his cheek, “I really want it to be us together, Q...”
He leaned up and kissed her. "I love you." He whispered, "Please... Can we be together again?" He asked, almost pleading for her to let him love her. "I want to love you so bad."
“Yes,” she almost laughed, smiling happily as she stood up to push the yoga pants she’d changed into after practice off her hips and stripped her sports bra top off. For the first time in the last thirty minutes, she was glad she’d decided her panties were too sweaty to put back on after her post-practice shower even though she’d forgotten to pack a fresh pair. “Baby,” she husked, climbing back onto the bed and sliding a hand over his thigh, “can I ride you? I’ve always really, really wanted to ride you...”
"God, yes," he whispered, before flipping her over and laying her on her back. "First I wanna spend some time working you up though," he whispered, leaning down and kissing up her stomach to her neck. "Can I kiss you?"
She nearly laughed, smiling up at him and shaking her head. “When have I ever told you not to kiss me, babe? You can do whatever you want to me tonight. I just want you, Quinn. I want to be yours again.”
"You're always mine." He whispered, kissing down her stomach again. "Just like I was always yours." He said dipping his tongue in her belly button and waited for her hips to start squirming under his touch.
Her breath caught as she looked down her body at him. He looked different than the girl she’d remembered. Stronger. Bulkier in a few places. The hair that’d started building up on his arms and legs and dusting across his chest was sometimes startling, but it wasn’t as wiry as she’d expected - maybe because his hair was naturally fairly light.
“Quinn,” she breathed softly, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his shaggy hair as she spread her legs for him, knowing she was already starting to slick her thighs for him. “I love you...”
"I love you so much." He whispered, kissing down her thighs. "I love you for accepting me." he pressed tender kisses against her legs and knees before working his way up her other leg. "I love you for helping me become the man I've always wanted." he pressed a kiss on her mound. "I love you for always supporting me even when I've been sad or mean." He let his lips drop and his tongue swipe up her core. He moaned at her taste. At how she felt under his lips. "Fuck," he groaned into her pussy, "I missed that." he looked up at her before spreading her folds with his fingers and licking his way up. "I love that you waited for me.."
She let out a low moan at the feeling of his tongue swiping through her lower lips, arching her back in response. “Oh God, Quinn,” she gasped. “Of course I waited. You’re my fucking boyfriend.” She panted for breath. “The only one who gets to touch me now...”
He smiled as he continued to lap at her folds. "You taste so good." he whispered, his deeper voice muffled by her body. His tongue teased around her skin, nipping and sucking in places that he knew drove her crazy. He moved up to her clit and gently sucked it between his lips and ran his tongue against it.
“Unh,” she moaned, her fists clenching in his hair as she bucked her hips towards him. “Quinn, fuck, so good, baby... so good...”
He continued licking and sucking before moving his lips down to her hole. He suckled gently at her essence flowing out of it before he slid his tongue inside. She keened softly through clenched teeth as she writhed under him, pulling him tight to her core as she tried to take him deeper, her walls already starting to flutter around his tongue.
He looked up and pulled his tongue away, "Want to come in my mouth or on my dick?"
“Both,” she gasped, wrestling enough control to let her look down her heaving body at him. “I’m coming more than once tonight, baby. Wear me out, love.”
He nodded and slid his muscle back inside her and reached a hand up to toy with her clit and her nipple with his other hand. He smiled as he felt her start riding his face in the hopes of getting him deeper inside her body.
“Quinn!” she gasped, rocking into him, her body trembled as she rapidly approached her climax.
He gave another twist then a roll of the tongue before he felt her walls clamp down around him. She quaked underneath him as her climax rolled over her like a freight train. Unable to get little more than a breathless mewl of sound out as her vision whited out and her head pressed hard into the pillows as her body arched into Quinn, she fought just to breathe as her orgasm locked her hands in his hair, her thighs clamping around his head.
“Quinn,” she gasped when she could finally feel something besides the overwhelming waves of pleasure from his hands and mouth. “Oh God, baby... oh god...”
He kissed up her body, his lips focusing on her breasts and neck as she came down. "I missed you."
“Missed you too,” she panted, smiling up at him. “Do I get to feel you inside me?” she asked softly, tracing a hand down his chest and abs to stroke his cock, the knob inside the prosthetic rubbing against his testosterone enhanced clit to let him feel it. “Can our first time with you like this be with you on top, baby?”
"Please." He said softly, his cock moving to line up with her entrance.
She watched him as she wrapped her legs around his hips and carefully lined him up, biting her lip as she pushed just the tip of him inside her. “Bigger than before,” she whispered, trying to pull him closer with her legs, her body stretching a little more than it had with his strap on. “Inside, baby, please...”
He moaned, the knob in his dick stimulating his clit as he pushed into her. "God," he panted and kissed her hard as he slid inside her.
She moaned at the feeling of him filling her after so long. Her hands slid around to grip his ass as her legs slid down to press into the bed and give her more leverage to press closer to him on the apex of each thrust and grind her clit against the base of his member. “God,” she gasped, digging her nails into his ass, “this is better... no... no harness, just you...”
"So much better." He groaned and slid in fully. "Fuck, it feels so good."
She reached up with one hand to tangle her hand in his hair and pull him down into a hard kiss. Growling softly, she nipped at his lower lip. “Mine,” she whispered, feeling her body ramping back up towards another climax, her nails digging into his ass and leaving scratches. “Fuck me, baby.”
He started thrusting, his hips more fluidly then he did with the harness. "God... shit, San, I can feel your walls pulling me in."
“Want all of you,” she moaned, pulling him close to her and rocking with him. Digging her heels into the bed and her nails into his body, leaving scratches in her wake, she pushed her body up to meet each thrust and take him as deeply as possible. “Fuck,” she panted, “God, Quinn... fuck this is good... Oh God, I’m close, baby...”
"Me too," he grunted, wincing at the scratches. He thrust harder, his body shaking with effort.
“Come with me?” she begged, never having experienced that with him - mutual climaxes. “Please, baby...” She shifted her hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough that his cock hit her g-spot with every stroke, making her whimper and gasp as jolts of pleasure shot through her, making her struggle to hold her climax off and wait for him.
He nodded his breath laboured as he groaned and sped up. "Gonna..." he panted before he thrust and froze as the climax took over.
She lost control of her own climax a second before he came. Her hands tensed on him as her body spasmed around his member. She keened against his shoulder, pressing her face into his body as she curled into him from the force of her climax. When her body finally released her to gasp for breath, she relaxed back into the bed panting for breath.
“Fuck, Quinn,” she shook her head as words came back to her, smiling almost dazedly, “t-this... this is better than before...”
"So better." He panted, his body shook as he tried to regain control.
She looked at him, running her hands up and down his back and just enjoying the chance to just be with him like this, connected. She smiled, kissing the corner of his jaw gently and almost surprising herself when she realized she was thinking that this was how it was supposed to be with them. “I love you,” she whispered, her lips just brushing his earlobe. “And I’m gonna really love riding you when we catch our breath...”
He smiled. "Sounds awesome," he said as he pulled her in to a kiss.
She smirked, “I’m glad the boys are at work tonight. It’s nice having the place to ourselves when you want to play.” One of her fingers brushed over a scratch she left on his back and her eyes widened as she felt the welt, “Oh shit, did I scratch you? I’m sorry, baby.”
"Its okay." He said softly, "It didn't hurt."
“Might the next time you’re practicing with the swim team,” she pointed out. “But I’ll kiss it better and maybe file my nails down a bit more so they’re not as sharp.” She looked repentant as she kissed him softly. “How do you feel?”
"Normal." He smiled, "I feel good. I feel like I'm normal."
“Q,” she laughed, “you’re fucking hung now. Trust me, you leave normal guys in the dust.” She leaned up and kissed him, “My sexy boyfriend. Totally the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
He beamed. "Really?" He smiled and looked her hopefully. "Bigger than Puck?"
"Definitely," she nodded. "By at least an inch. Bigger than Sam too." She rolled her hips, grinding where they were still attached with a low moan. "You're gonna ruin me for all other men, baby," she teased with a lustful smirk.
"Never gonna let anyone else have you."
“Good,” Santana smirked up at him, leaning up to kiss him. “You’re getting better at that possessiveness I like, baby.” She nipped at the crook of his neck, “Feeling up to letting me ride you?”
"That's the difference than other guys." He smirked, "I can always be hard."
"Mmm, that you can," she smirked, rolling them over so she was on top. Shifting until her knees rested on either side of his hips as he impaled her, she ran her hands down over his chest with a smirk. "Like the view, baby?" she asked, pulling her hair free of its tie and tossing it back, well aware of how the motion accented her chest and moved her against him.
"So sexy," he groaned, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.
Licking her lips as she watched him, she settled her hands on the firm planes of his chest and rose up, rolling her hips in a circle as she kept her eyes locked on his. His member slid almost all the way out of her as she moved, letting him see the thick shaft covered in her arousal before she slid back down onto it with a low moan and a wet sound. Repeating the motion slowly, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and smirked at him. “How’s that?” she husked.
His breath caught as he watched her. "Fuck," he whimpered, his eyes falling closed as his hands settled tightly onto her hips. "Amazing," he breathed out as he struggled to open his eyes and watch her.
“Mmm,” she moaned, writhing on top of him, sliding up and down his shaft, “God, you feel good, Quinn.” She slid her hands down his chest and over his abs to slide up her own body and cup her breasts. Arching her back, she tried to watch him as she pinched and rolled her nipples as she rode him, but the sensation of him sliding in and out was almost too much and she could barely keep her eyes open.
His hands moved up to cover hers. "You're beautiful," He remarked, his hands taking over where hers dropped off. "So sexy," he moaned his hips rising to meet hers as they moved closer and closer to another climax.
Reaching up she pushed one of his hands down to where their bodies joined. “Touch me, Quinn,” she panted, trying to encourage him to find her clit, “please... touch my clit while you fuck me, baby, please... God, I’m so wet for you... just a little more. J-just need a little more...”
He nodded and his thumb and forefinger found her clit and pressed against it. He kept pumping his hips as he moved with her, needing to see her and feel her come undone again.
“Oh God,” she panted, moving on top of him faster, her hands dropping to his thighs to help hold her up above him, arching her breasts up. “God... god... Quinn,” she gasped as her orgasm crashed into her, taking away her ability to yell and only just barely gasping out his name with a thready trace of breath as her walls clamped shut on his dick, rippling and trying to pull him in.
He moaned out, his hands grabbing onto her hips harshly as he jerked up and spasmed himself. The pulling of the adhesive as her muscles drew him in more mixed with the insert stimulating his body causing him to fall over the ledge with her. She slumped down against him, panting for air, her body twinging with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She laughed softly when she could breath again.
“Fuck, Q,” she smirked tiredly, shifting her hips to feel his member still buried in her dripping core, “you almost made me squirt that time.”
"Damn." He pouted, once he caught his breath. "Almost isn't good enough. If I could feel my lower regions, I'd demand a rematch."
She kissed him softly, reaching up to stroke her fingers through his sweaty hair, “How about a standing invite for another try? Now that we’re doing this again, I don’t want to go without again. Nearly seven months without sex is a long time when you’re used to amazing orgasms from your boyfriend, Q.”
"I agree." He said softly, pulling the blankets up over him. "I'm sleepy, baby," he whispered, rolling them to the side, his member still inside her.
“Then sleep,” she murmured, cuddling against his chest and wrapping a leg around his hip, the setting sun slowly darkening the room. “We can try again in the morning if you want.”
"Okay." He whispered, his eyes falling shut as he cuddled close to his lover. "I love you so much." he whispered into her neck.
“Love you too,” she breathed, already mostly asleep.
When Judy walked out of the courtroom, it was like she was in a daze. The papers in her hand recording the judgement crinkled gently as she just tried to put one foot in front of the other. Frowning in concern at the shock on her face, John pushed off from his place leaning against the wall and hurried over to escort her out of the busy government building.
The ride back to the house they’d started sharing a couple months earlier with Judy renting his spare bedroom was quick. He got her off the bike and into the house, sitting her down on the couch and going to fix some tea before trying to ask her anything. Coming back, he handed her the cup and sat down beside her.
“Are you okay, Judy?” he asked softly, big hand stroking gently up and down her back. “Did... did things not go well?”
"It... it went," She looked up at him. "I'm divorced." She couldn't figure out if she wanted to smile or cry at the simple fact she was done with Russel Fabray. "Johnathan... I'm free."
The smile on his face started small and grew wider. “Damn, Judy! That’s the best news I’ve heard all damn year!” He threw an arm around her and pulled her into a hug. “Damn bastard doesn’t deserve you, pretty girl. About time something good happened in your life.”
"You happened in my life." She remaked looking up at him with a shy smile. "I thank god everyday for allowing someone like you in my life. For giving me a over a year of sobriety and maybe a future in which i can see my son."
“Damn straight,” he nodded. “That asshole you were once married to,” he grinned, pleased about being able to refer to Russell in the past tense after all she’d told him over the last year of their being friends, “shows his face around here, I’ll give him a taste of how real Christian man behaves when it comes to the people he cares about.”
"He'd kill you, John." Judy whispered, "He hated Quinn's friend Santana because she was Hispanic... he'd kill you for being around me."
“Racist on top of everything else?” He snorted and shook his head. “I’d like to see him try. Judy, I will not ever let him hurt you. Understand? I do not roll like that. Women are my equals, but it is also my honor as a man to defend them from harm.”
"I hope he never finds me." she whispered as she looked at him. "I can't lose anything more, not when things just got okay again." She took a breath, "When I finally found out I was allowed to be happy."
He reached up and brushed a bit of hair back from her face with one knuckle and a lopsided smile. “You’ve always been allowed to be happy, Judy. You just needed some help to realize it. I’m glad I could be part of that.”
"You helped me save my own life, just by being amazing," she said softly, her face nuzzling into his hand on pure instinct. "You treated me with kindness and friendship."
“It’s nothing but what you deserved.” His voice was soft as he cupped her cheek, idly brushing his thumb over her cheek. “You deserve the best of everything, Judy.”
"So do you." She said, looking up into his soulful eyes. "You have been so amazing to me."
“You deserve it,” he whispered, offering a sweet smile as he leaned closer almost completely unconsciously. “You deserve friendship, honestly, support... love... all of it.”
"Such a beautiful man." He whispered, her head turning to him. "I didn't know men like you existed. That you could ever want to know someone like me."
He smirked. “I’ll inform the others we need to work harder on our advertising at the next meeting,” he breathed, his eyes falling closed as he closed the last small gap separating them and kissed her softly.
For a moment he just got lost in the simple sensation of finally kissing the woman he’d wanted to for the past several months. It was sweet, gentle and all but undemanding, his hand on her cheek a gentle guide more than a demanding leash as it had been with Russell. Then he realized what he was doing and jerked back.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Judy,” he rushed to apologize, his face lined with worry. “I’m so sorry. You just got divorced, you don’t need that from me. I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again...”
Judy kept her eyes closed for a moment as she let the feeling of being kissed wash over her. "No one's kissed me in years," she said softly, before leaning up and seeking out his lips once more.
“That’s absurd,” he whispered, unconsciously reaching for her cheek again as she moved towards him, “you’re far too beautiful for that...”
"Not the way I wanted them too." She whispered, "Please kiss me like that again..."
“Are you sure?” His eyes searched her face as his hand cupped her cheek once more. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything, Judy. I promise, you’ll still be my friend and have a home here if you don’t want to.”
She looked at him and smiled softly before leaning up and kissing him. "I want to kiss you." She said sounding more sure of herself then before. "I've wanted to for a long while."
He offered her a lopsided smile, shaking his head in amusement. “Beautiful, you can kiss me whenever you’d like. I’d never turn you down.”
Leaning in, he kissed her again, lips soft and caressing against hers. Daring greatly, he let his tongue slip out to tease gently over her lower lip. Not demanding like Russell and forcing himself on her, but sweetly asking permission. She smiled shyly and let him progress the kiss, her hand reaching for his to tangle their fingers together.
He kissed without demanding anything more than the simple affection, his thumb gently stroking over her cheekbone. He led the kiss like they were partners in a dance instead of forcing things like someone conquering an uncharted territory. When he pulled away, his eyes blinked slowly open as he smiled at her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you,” he whispered, smiling shyly.
She smiled at the simple compliment. "Thank you," she whispered before leaning up and kissing him again.
He let her control the kiss for a moment, just enjoying the simple closeness of being with a beautiful woman until he felt certain parts of him stirring. Leaning back, he caressed her cheek with a sheepish smile. “Much as I’m loving kissing you, Judy, certain parts of me are enjoying it a bit too much, if you know what I mean.” His smile looked disappointed as he whispered, “If we don’t stop, it’ll get a bit embarrassing for me...”
"I don't want to stop," she said. "I’ve never been with anyone I've wanted to be with. Someone I thought I could live and love me back."
“Judy,” he breathed softly, “you just got divorced. You don’t have to do anything with me. You’re my best friend and I’d never push you. I promise.”
"You’re not pushing me," she smiled. "I want this. I’m asking for it."
“Judy, I don’t,” he trailed off biting his lip in embarrassment, “I don’t have certain supplies on hand to... well...” Once again he found himself grateful his skin was dark enough to hide his natural tendency to blush, “I’m probably assuming too much. It, well,” he gestured weakly at his lap, trying futilely to shift his hips enough to hide the growing tent in his pants, not sure what to say.
"I've only been with him," she whispered, reaching out hesitantly to rest a hand on the bulge in his pants. "Please, let me feel how it should be," she asked softly. "I can't have more kids anyway."
“Only if you’re sure,” he watched her intently, searching for any signs that she was doing this out of a strange sense of obligation or duty. “I promise you, Judy, I’ll never touch you unless you want it. Not ever.”
She nodded and slid a bit closer to him, her actions making her nervous despite the fact she wanted to be with him. "Please, Jonathan."
“Not here,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and standing with her cradled against his chest. “You deserve far better than my couch for something like this. You’re a beautiful, grown woman, Judy. Not a teenager.”
She nodded and let him carry her as they headed towards his bedroom. She had never really been in it much despite living with him. She had only been inside it for the first time a few month before when he was sick and she tended to him.
“I’m going to do my best to show you how you deserve to be treated, Judy,” he murmured as he laid her down on the bed, flicking off all but the dim light on his nightstand off.
A few hours later, they laid in a sweaty tangle on his bed, the sheets in a pile at the end of the bed. Judy curled into his side, marveling at how very pale her hand looked spread on his broad chest. She smiled, feeling pleasantly sated instead of scared and dirty for the first time ever after sex.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered softly after a few moments of watching her play with his chest.
"Happy." She smiled, "I feel really good." She rolled slightly so she could rest her head against his skin and look up at him. "I didn't know it could feel that good."
He smirked, tired but pleased with himself. “Glad I could give you a good showing. At my age, it’s a wonder to get one out sometimes, let alone two. You’re something of a sexual goddess aren’t you, beautiful,” he teased, hugging her.
She blushed, "I just haven't... Had one let alone two of those in a long time." She hid her face against his chest trying to hide her blush.
He slipped his fingers under her chin to lift her head up, “You deserve them all of the time.” He smiled at her shyly, “Now that we’ve done things entirely backwards, do you think you’d give another thought to dating me now? We’re both divorced, single, very compatible in bed... I’d like to be able to call you my girlfriend and lover than for this to be a one time thing, Judy.” He kissed her softly, “Only if you want to though.”
"I'd like that." She said softly. "I'd like that a lot." She smiled and kissed him once more. "Does this mean I get to sleep in here with you sometimes?"
“Whenever you want,” he grinned at her, happy she’d agreed. “I’ll even let you help decorate this old house if you want. Now... I have an important question to ask.”
She looked at him nervously. "Yes?" she asked softly.
He smirked at her, “Do you think I could take you out on a real date like you deserve? I was thinking maybe breakfast at the diner? My treat of course.”
"You silly man!" She exclaimed, sitting up and lightly smacking his shoulder. "Please don't make me nervous like that again! Of course I’ll have breakfast with you."
“Ow, hey!” He laughed, wincing away from the slap more than he needed to from the sting, “It was important! I needed to finally get a yes to one my requests for a date!”
She laughed softly and smiled. "Yes," she whispered, "I would like breakfast since we disregarded dinner last night."
“Hey, for more nights like last night,” he wiggled his brows in a parody of lechery, “I’d cheerfully starve.”
"I doubt ether of us will starve." She smiled, "but I do think we should get ready because you do complain that I'm too skinny most days."
“Are you sure we should go out for breakfast?” Reaching down to palm her ass and squeeze, he smirked lustfully, “Beautiful, skinny or not, I could stand looking at your body like it is right now forever.”
She blushed again. "I have scars and look too thin still."
“You’re beautiful,” he insisted, kissing her softly, “and don’t worry, we’ll plump you up with plenty of good cooking and gentle treatment. I know how to treat my girlfriend right, Judy.”
She kissed him back and smiled, "I'm going to get cleaned up," she whispered and rolled off the bed with a smile and headed to her bathroom.
He watched her go with a smirk, appreciating the movement of her body as she walked out of his room. Standing, he appreciated the soreness in his muscles from their lovemaking in an entirely different way, groaning with a pleased smirk as he stretched. “John, old boy, you’re getting old, but you’ve certainly found a beautiful woman to spend that old age with. Now you’ve just got to figure out a way to make her pretty young self decide your old ass is worth staying with.”
Yawning and pulling on a robe, he headed out to the kitchen to start coffee before going to see about his own shower and clothes for the day.
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 141,648
Spoilers: AU
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, past Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Artie mentions, Blaine/Sam, past Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Sam bearding, past Blaine/Kurt
Summary: What does it take to find your own identity? How much pain can you endure in the process?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Dysphoria, Violence against Trans, Trans Character, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic Violence, Graphic Severe Violence, Hospitals, Transitioning, Rough Sex, Potentially dub-con/non-con situations, Abandonment
Chapter 29
Santana yawned as she fumbled with her keys to open the door to their apartment, her shoulder complaining at her to drop her heavy as hell backpack already. It’d been a grueling day with more academics than she really wanted and cheer practice on top of it. She rolled her neck as she got the door open, pushing inside and dropping her backpack on the hall table while she got the front door closed and locked again.
It’d been a long day, but it wasn’t the first time she’d been grateful for the insane level of skill and training Sue had demanded from her Cheerios. Without it, she knew she’d be hurting a lot more than the low level ache in her muscles and she might only have made the grey squad instead of the scarlet one. Stretching, she grabbed her backpack again to go drop it in her and Quinn’s room, wanting nothing more than to curl up with her boyfriend and spend the evening enjoying the quiet while Blaine and Sam were off working.
When she opened the door to their room though, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her backpack slipped from her suddenly loose grasp to hit the floor with a thud. It was Quinn in their bed. She knew it was. But she couldn’t get over the sight of him stroking the long, thick cock protruding from his groin, his lean, muscular body completely nude.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, mesmerized by the sight of his hand gripping the smooth shaft that was just a couple shades darker than the pale fingers sliding along it and looked for all intents and purposes like it was part of him.
His eyes flickered up, his hand still slowly moving on the attached part. "Hey," he husked, his voice noticeably lower than its ever been, "look what came today."
“I’m looking,” she whispered, slowly coming over to the bed, having trouble taking her eyes off of his bobbing member as he stroked it. “God, it looks... Q, it looks real. Like it’s really part of you...”
"Feels like it." He whimpered as his fingers teased the skin like material that covered the member. "San... I've been thinking about you. Look how hard you got me," he stated, motioning to the erect cock in his palm.
“I did this?” she murmured softly, sitting on the bed beside him and reaching over hesitantly to caress his member.
"You always make me hard, Santana," he whispered, his hand moving over to her thigh. "Can... Can you get undressed with me?" He bit his lip and asked her softly as he watched her tanned hand stroke his new dick. "Does.. does it feel real?" He asked, looking up at her his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Yeah,” she whispered, watching her fingers glide over his member. “Get...? Quinn. Tell me what you want, baby.” She looked up at him, waiting for him to tell her what they’d both been waiting months for.
"I wanna make love to you." He replied, "Please, let me so you how much I love you... How much I better I am now for you."
“You’ve always been good for me,” Santana breathed, leaning in and kissing him, her fingers still toying with his shaft. “You’re ready?” she smiled softly, hopefully. “Really ready? Not just wanting to play with me but us together, right?” Her hand left his dick to caress his cheek, “I really want it to be us together, Q...”
He leaned up and kissed her. "I love you." He whispered, "Please... Can we be together again?" He asked, almost pleading for her to let him love her. "I want to love you so bad."
“Yes,” she almost laughed, smiling happily as she stood up to push the yoga pants she’d changed into after practice off her hips and stripped her sports bra top off. For the first time in the last thirty minutes, she was glad she’d decided her panties were too sweaty to put back on after her post-practice shower even though she’d forgotten to pack a fresh pair. “Baby,” she husked, climbing back onto the bed and sliding a hand over his thigh, “can I ride you? I’ve always really, really wanted to ride you...”
"God, yes," he whispered, before flipping her over and laying her on her back. "First I wanna spend some time working you up though," he whispered, leaning down and kissing up her stomach to her neck. "Can I kiss you?"
She nearly laughed, smiling up at him and shaking her head. “When have I ever told you not to kiss me, babe? You can do whatever you want to me tonight. I just want you, Quinn. I want to be yours again.”
"You're always mine." He whispered, kissing down her stomach again. "Just like I was always yours." He said dipping his tongue in her belly button and waited for her hips to start squirming under his touch.
Her breath caught as she looked down her body at him. He looked different than the girl she’d remembered. Stronger. Bulkier in a few places. The hair that’d started building up on his arms and legs and dusting across his chest was sometimes startling, but it wasn’t as wiry as she’d expected - maybe because his hair was naturally fairly light.
“Quinn,” she breathed softly, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his shaggy hair as she spread her legs for him, knowing she was already starting to slick her thighs for him. “I love you...”
"I love you so much." He whispered, kissing down her thighs. "I love you for accepting me." he pressed tender kisses against her legs and knees before working his way up her other leg. "I love you for helping me become the man I've always wanted." he pressed a kiss on her mound. "I love you for always supporting me even when I've been sad or mean." He let his lips drop and his tongue swipe up her core. He moaned at her taste. At how she felt under his lips. "Fuck," he groaned into her pussy, "I missed that." he looked up at her before spreading her folds with his fingers and licking his way up. "I love that you waited for me.."
She let out a low moan at the feeling of his tongue swiping through her lower lips, arching her back in response. “Oh God, Quinn,” she gasped. “Of course I waited. You’re my fucking boyfriend.” She panted for breath. “The only one who gets to touch me now...”
He smiled as he continued to lap at her folds. "You taste so good." he whispered, his deeper voice muffled by her body. His tongue teased around her skin, nipping and sucking in places that he knew drove her crazy. He moved up to her clit and gently sucked it between his lips and ran his tongue against it.
“Unh,” she moaned, her fists clenching in his hair as she bucked her hips towards him. “Quinn, fuck, so good, baby... so good...”
He continued licking and sucking before moving his lips down to her hole. He suckled gently at her essence flowing out of it before he slid his tongue inside. She keened softly through clenched teeth as she writhed under him, pulling him tight to her core as she tried to take him deeper, her walls already starting to flutter around his tongue.
He looked up and pulled his tongue away, "Want to come in my mouth or on my dick?"
“Both,” she gasped, wrestling enough control to let her look down her heaving body at him. “I’m coming more than once tonight, baby. Wear me out, love.”
He nodded and slid his muscle back inside her and reached a hand up to toy with her clit and her nipple with his other hand. He smiled as he felt her start riding his face in the hopes of getting him deeper inside her body.
“Quinn!” she gasped, rocking into him, her body trembled as she rapidly approached her climax.
He gave another twist then a roll of the tongue before he felt her walls clamp down around him. She quaked underneath him as her climax rolled over her like a freight train. Unable to get little more than a breathless mewl of sound out as her vision whited out and her head pressed hard into the pillows as her body arched into Quinn, she fought just to breathe as her orgasm locked her hands in his hair, her thighs clamping around his head.
“Quinn,” she gasped when she could finally feel something besides the overwhelming waves of pleasure from his hands and mouth. “Oh God, baby... oh god...”
He kissed up her body, his lips focusing on her breasts and neck as she came down. "I missed you."
“Missed you too,” she panted, smiling up at him. “Do I get to feel you inside me?” she asked softly, tracing a hand down his chest and abs to stroke his cock, the knob inside the prosthetic rubbing against his testosterone enhanced clit to let him feel it. “Can our first time with you like this be with you on top, baby?”
"Please." He said softly, his cock moving to line up with her entrance.
She watched him as she wrapped her legs around his hips and carefully lined him up, biting her lip as she pushed just the tip of him inside her. “Bigger than before,” she whispered, trying to pull him closer with her legs, her body stretching a little more than it had with his strap on. “Inside, baby, please...”
He moaned, the knob in his dick stimulating his clit as he pushed into her. "God," he panted and kissed her hard as he slid inside her.
She moaned at the feeling of him filling her after so long. Her hands slid around to grip his ass as her legs slid down to press into the bed and give her more leverage to press closer to him on the apex of each thrust and grind her clit against the base of his member. “God,” she gasped, digging her nails into his ass, “this is better... no... no harness, just you...”
"So much better." He groaned and slid in fully. "Fuck, it feels so good."
She reached up with one hand to tangle her hand in his hair and pull him down into a hard kiss. Growling softly, she nipped at his lower lip. “Mine,” she whispered, feeling her body ramping back up towards another climax, her nails digging into his ass and leaving scratches. “Fuck me, baby.”
He started thrusting, his hips more fluidly then he did with the harness. "God... shit, San, I can feel your walls pulling me in."
“Want all of you,” she moaned, pulling him close to her and rocking with him. Digging her heels into the bed and her nails into his body, leaving scratches in her wake, she pushed her body up to meet each thrust and take him as deeply as possible. “Fuck,” she panted, “God, Quinn... fuck this is good... Oh God, I’m close, baby...”
"Me too," he grunted, wincing at the scratches. He thrust harder, his body shaking with effort.
“Come with me?” she begged, never having experienced that with him - mutual climaxes. “Please, baby...” She shifted her hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough that his cock hit her g-spot with every stroke, making her whimper and gasp as jolts of pleasure shot through her, making her struggle to hold her climax off and wait for him.
He nodded his breath laboured as he groaned and sped up. "Gonna..." he panted before he thrust and froze as the climax took over.
She lost control of her own climax a second before he came. Her hands tensed on him as her body spasmed around his member. She keened against his shoulder, pressing her face into his body as she curled into him from the force of her climax. When her body finally released her to gasp for breath, she relaxed back into the bed panting for breath.
“Fuck, Quinn,” she shook her head as words came back to her, smiling almost dazedly, “t-this... this is better than before...”
"So better." He panted, his body shook as he tried to regain control.
She looked at him, running her hands up and down his back and just enjoying the chance to just be with him like this, connected. She smiled, kissing the corner of his jaw gently and almost surprising herself when she realized she was thinking that this was how it was supposed to be with them. “I love you,” she whispered, her lips just brushing his earlobe. “And I’m gonna really love riding you when we catch our breath...”
He smiled. "Sounds awesome," he said as he pulled her in to a kiss.
She smirked, “I’m glad the boys are at work tonight. It’s nice having the place to ourselves when you want to play.” One of her fingers brushed over a scratch she left on his back and her eyes widened as she felt the welt, “Oh shit, did I scratch you? I’m sorry, baby.”
"Its okay." He said softly, "It didn't hurt."
“Might the next time you’re practicing with the swim team,” she pointed out. “But I’ll kiss it better and maybe file my nails down a bit more so they’re not as sharp.” She looked repentant as she kissed him softly. “How do you feel?”
"Normal." He smiled, "I feel good. I feel like I'm normal."
“Q,” she laughed, “you’re fucking hung now. Trust me, you leave normal guys in the dust.” She leaned up and kissed him, “My sexy boyfriend. Totally the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
He beamed. "Really?" He smiled and looked her hopefully. "Bigger than Puck?"
"Definitely," she nodded. "By at least an inch. Bigger than Sam too." She rolled her hips, grinding where they were still attached with a low moan. "You're gonna ruin me for all other men, baby," she teased with a lustful smirk.
"Never gonna let anyone else have you."
“Good,” Santana smirked up at him, leaning up to kiss him. “You’re getting better at that possessiveness I like, baby.” She nipped at the crook of his neck, “Feeling up to letting me ride you?”
"That's the difference than other guys." He smirked, "I can always be hard."
"Mmm, that you can," she smirked, rolling them over so she was on top. Shifting until her knees rested on either side of his hips as he impaled her, she ran her hands down over his chest with a smirk. "Like the view, baby?" she asked, pulling her hair free of its tie and tossing it back, well aware of how the motion accented her chest and moved her against him.
"So sexy," he groaned, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.
Licking her lips as she watched him, she settled her hands on the firm planes of his chest and rose up, rolling her hips in a circle as she kept her eyes locked on his. His member slid almost all the way out of her as she moved, letting him see the thick shaft covered in her arousal before she slid back down onto it with a low moan and a wet sound. Repeating the motion slowly, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and smirked at him. “How’s that?” she husked.
His breath caught as he watched her. "Fuck," he whimpered, his eyes falling closed as his hands settled tightly onto her hips. "Amazing," he breathed out as he struggled to open his eyes and watch her.
“Mmm,” she moaned, writhing on top of him, sliding up and down his shaft, “God, you feel good, Quinn.” She slid her hands down his chest and over his abs to slide up her own body and cup her breasts. Arching her back, she tried to watch him as she pinched and rolled her nipples as she rode him, but the sensation of him sliding in and out was almost too much and she could barely keep her eyes open.
His hands moved up to cover hers. "You're beautiful," He remarked, his hands taking over where hers dropped off. "So sexy," he moaned his hips rising to meet hers as they moved closer and closer to another climax.
Reaching up she pushed one of his hands down to where their bodies joined. “Touch me, Quinn,” she panted, trying to encourage him to find her clit, “please... touch my clit while you fuck me, baby, please... God, I’m so wet for you... just a little more. J-just need a little more...”
He nodded and his thumb and forefinger found her clit and pressed against it. He kept pumping his hips as he moved with her, needing to see her and feel her come undone again.
“Oh God,” she panted, moving on top of him faster, her hands dropping to his thighs to help hold her up above him, arching her breasts up. “God... god... Quinn,” she gasped as her orgasm crashed into her, taking away her ability to yell and only just barely gasping out his name with a thready trace of breath as her walls clamped shut on his dick, rippling and trying to pull him in.
He moaned out, his hands grabbing onto her hips harshly as he jerked up and spasmed himself. The pulling of the adhesive as her muscles drew him in more mixed with the insert stimulating his body causing him to fall over the ledge with her. She slumped down against him, panting for air, her body twinging with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She laughed softly when she could breath again.
“Fuck, Q,” she smirked tiredly, shifting her hips to feel his member still buried in her dripping core, “you almost made me squirt that time.”
"Damn." He pouted, once he caught his breath. "Almost isn't good enough. If I could feel my lower regions, I'd demand a rematch."
She kissed him softly, reaching up to stroke her fingers through his sweaty hair, “How about a standing invite for another try? Now that we’re doing this again, I don’t want to go without again. Nearly seven months without sex is a long time when you’re used to amazing orgasms from your boyfriend, Q.”
"I agree." He said softly, pulling the blankets up over him. "I'm sleepy, baby," he whispered, rolling them to the side, his member still inside her.
“Then sleep,” she murmured, cuddling against his chest and wrapping a leg around his hip, the setting sun slowly darkening the room. “We can try again in the morning if you want.”
"Okay." He whispered, his eyes falling shut as he cuddled close to his lover. "I love you so much." he whispered into her neck.
“Love you too,” she breathed, already mostly asleep.
When Judy walked out of the courtroom, it was like she was in a daze. The papers in her hand recording the judgement crinkled gently as she just tried to put one foot in front of the other. Frowning in concern at the shock on her face, John pushed off from his place leaning against the wall and hurried over to escort her out of the busy government building.
The ride back to the house they’d started sharing a couple months earlier with Judy renting his spare bedroom was quick. He got her off the bike and into the house, sitting her down on the couch and going to fix some tea before trying to ask her anything. Coming back, he handed her the cup and sat down beside her.
“Are you okay, Judy?” he asked softly, big hand stroking gently up and down her back. “Did... did things not go well?”
"It... it went," She looked up at him. "I'm divorced." She couldn't figure out if she wanted to smile or cry at the simple fact she was done with Russel Fabray. "Johnathan... I'm free."
The smile on his face started small and grew wider. “Damn, Judy! That’s the best news I’ve heard all damn year!” He threw an arm around her and pulled her into a hug. “Damn bastard doesn’t deserve you, pretty girl. About time something good happened in your life.”
"You happened in my life." She remaked looking up at him with a shy smile. "I thank god everyday for allowing someone like you in my life. For giving me a over a year of sobriety and maybe a future in which i can see my son."
“Damn straight,” he nodded. “That asshole you were once married to,” he grinned, pleased about being able to refer to Russell in the past tense after all she’d told him over the last year of their being friends, “shows his face around here, I’ll give him a taste of how real Christian man behaves when it comes to the people he cares about.”
"He'd kill you, John." Judy whispered, "He hated Quinn's friend Santana because she was Hispanic... he'd kill you for being around me."
“Racist on top of everything else?” He snorted and shook his head. “I’d like to see him try. Judy, I will not ever let him hurt you. Understand? I do not roll like that. Women are my equals, but it is also my honor as a man to defend them from harm.”
"I hope he never finds me." she whispered as she looked at him. "I can't lose anything more, not when things just got okay again." She took a breath, "When I finally found out I was allowed to be happy."
He reached up and brushed a bit of hair back from her face with one knuckle and a lopsided smile. “You’ve always been allowed to be happy, Judy. You just needed some help to realize it. I’m glad I could be part of that.”
"You helped me save my own life, just by being amazing," she said softly, her face nuzzling into his hand on pure instinct. "You treated me with kindness and friendship."
“It’s nothing but what you deserved.” His voice was soft as he cupped her cheek, idly brushing his thumb over her cheek. “You deserve the best of everything, Judy.”
"So do you." She said, looking up into his soulful eyes. "You have been so amazing to me."
“You deserve it,” he whispered, offering a sweet smile as he leaned closer almost completely unconsciously. “You deserve friendship, honestly, support... love... all of it.”
"Such a beautiful man." He whispered, her head turning to him. "I didn't know men like you existed. That you could ever want to know someone like me."
He smirked. “I’ll inform the others we need to work harder on our advertising at the next meeting,” he breathed, his eyes falling closed as he closed the last small gap separating them and kissed her softly.
For a moment he just got lost in the simple sensation of finally kissing the woman he’d wanted to for the past several months. It was sweet, gentle and all but undemanding, his hand on her cheek a gentle guide more than a demanding leash as it had been with Russell. Then he realized what he was doing and jerked back.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Judy,” he rushed to apologize, his face lined with worry. “I’m so sorry. You just got divorced, you don’t need that from me. I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again...”
Judy kept her eyes closed for a moment as she let the feeling of being kissed wash over her. "No one's kissed me in years," she said softly, before leaning up and seeking out his lips once more.
“That’s absurd,” he whispered, unconsciously reaching for her cheek again as she moved towards him, “you’re far too beautiful for that...”
"Not the way I wanted them too." She whispered, "Please kiss me like that again..."
“Are you sure?” His eyes searched her face as his hand cupped her cheek once more. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything, Judy. I promise, you’ll still be my friend and have a home here if you don’t want to.”
She looked at him and smiled softly before leaning up and kissing him. "I want to kiss you." She said sounding more sure of herself then before. "I've wanted to for a long while."
He offered her a lopsided smile, shaking his head in amusement. “Beautiful, you can kiss me whenever you’d like. I’d never turn you down.”
Leaning in, he kissed her again, lips soft and caressing against hers. Daring greatly, he let his tongue slip out to tease gently over her lower lip. Not demanding like Russell and forcing himself on her, but sweetly asking permission. She smiled shyly and let him progress the kiss, her hand reaching for his to tangle their fingers together.
He kissed without demanding anything more than the simple affection, his thumb gently stroking over her cheekbone. He led the kiss like they were partners in a dance instead of forcing things like someone conquering an uncharted territory. When he pulled away, his eyes blinked slowly open as he smiled at her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you,” he whispered, smiling shyly.
She smiled at the simple compliment. "Thank you," she whispered before leaning up and kissing him again.
He let her control the kiss for a moment, just enjoying the simple closeness of being with a beautiful woman until he felt certain parts of him stirring. Leaning back, he caressed her cheek with a sheepish smile. “Much as I’m loving kissing you, Judy, certain parts of me are enjoying it a bit too much, if you know what I mean.” His smile looked disappointed as he whispered, “If we don’t stop, it’ll get a bit embarrassing for me...”
"I don't want to stop," she said. "I’ve never been with anyone I've wanted to be with. Someone I thought I could live and love me back."
“Judy,” he breathed softly, “you just got divorced. You don’t have to do anything with me. You’re my best friend and I’d never push you. I promise.”
"You’re not pushing me," she smiled. "I want this. I’m asking for it."
“Judy, I don’t,” he trailed off biting his lip in embarrassment, “I don’t have certain supplies on hand to... well...” Once again he found himself grateful his skin was dark enough to hide his natural tendency to blush, “I’m probably assuming too much. It, well,” he gestured weakly at his lap, trying futilely to shift his hips enough to hide the growing tent in his pants, not sure what to say.
"I've only been with him," she whispered, reaching out hesitantly to rest a hand on the bulge in his pants. "Please, let me feel how it should be," she asked softly. "I can't have more kids anyway."
“Only if you’re sure,” he watched her intently, searching for any signs that she was doing this out of a strange sense of obligation or duty. “I promise you, Judy, I’ll never touch you unless you want it. Not ever.”
She nodded and slid a bit closer to him, her actions making her nervous despite the fact she wanted to be with him. "Please, Jonathan."
“Not here,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and standing with her cradled against his chest. “You deserve far better than my couch for something like this. You’re a beautiful, grown woman, Judy. Not a teenager.”
She nodded and let him carry her as they headed towards his bedroom. She had never really been in it much despite living with him. She had only been inside it for the first time a few month before when he was sick and she tended to him.
“I’m going to do my best to show you how you deserve to be treated, Judy,” he murmured as he laid her down on the bed, flicking off all but the dim light on his nightstand off.
A few hours later, they laid in a sweaty tangle on his bed, the sheets in a pile at the end of the bed. Judy curled into his side, marveling at how very pale her hand looked spread on his broad chest. She smiled, feeling pleasantly sated instead of scared and dirty for the first time ever after sex.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered softly after a few moments of watching her play with his chest.
"Happy." She smiled, "I feel really good." She rolled slightly so she could rest her head against his skin and look up at him. "I didn't know it could feel that good."
He smirked, tired but pleased with himself. “Glad I could give you a good showing. At my age, it’s a wonder to get one out sometimes, let alone two. You’re something of a sexual goddess aren’t you, beautiful,” he teased, hugging her.
She blushed, "I just haven't... Had one let alone two of those in a long time." She hid her face against his chest trying to hide her blush.
He slipped his fingers under her chin to lift her head up, “You deserve them all of the time.” He smiled at her shyly, “Now that we’ve done things entirely backwards, do you think you’d give another thought to dating me now? We’re both divorced, single, very compatible in bed... I’d like to be able to call you my girlfriend and lover than for this to be a one time thing, Judy.” He kissed her softly, “Only if you want to though.”
"I'd like that." She said softly. "I'd like that a lot." She smiled and kissed him once more. "Does this mean I get to sleep in here with you sometimes?"
“Whenever you want,” he grinned at her, happy she’d agreed. “I’ll even let you help decorate this old house if you want. Now... I have an important question to ask.”
She looked at him nervously. "Yes?" she asked softly.
He smirked at her, “Do you think I could take you out on a real date like you deserve? I was thinking maybe breakfast at the diner? My treat of course.”
"You silly man!" She exclaimed, sitting up and lightly smacking his shoulder. "Please don't make me nervous like that again! Of course I’ll have breakfast with you."
“Ow, hey!” He laughed, wincing away from the slap more than he needed to from the sting, “It was important! I needed to finally get a yes to one my requests for a date!”
She laughed softly and smiled. "Yes," she whispered, "I would like breakfast since we disregarded dinner last night."
“Hey, for more nights like last night,” he wiggled his brows in a parody of lechery, “I’d cheerfully starve.”
"I doubt ether of us will starve." She smiled, "but I do think we should get ready because you do complain that I'm too skinny most days."
“Are you sure we should go out for breakfast?” Reaching down to palm her ass and squeeze, he smirked lustfully, “Beautiful, skinny or not, I could stand looking at your body like it is right now forever.”
She blushed again. "I have scars and look too thin still."
“You’re beautiful,” he insisted, kissing her softly, “and don’t worry, we’ll plump you up with plenty of good cooking and gentle treatment. I know how to treat my girlfriend right, Judy.”
She kissed him back and smiled, "I'm going to get cleaned up," she whispered and rolled off the bed with a smile and headed to her bathroom.
He watched her go with a smirk, appreciating the movement of her body as she walked out of his room. Standing, he appreciated the soreness in his muscles from their lovemaking in an entirely different way, groaning with a pleased smirk as he stretched. “John, old boy, you’re getting old, but you’ve certainly found a beautiful woman to spend that old age with. Now you’ve just got to figure out a way to make her pretty young self decide your old ass is worth staying with.”
Yawning and pulling on a robe, he headed out to the kitchen to start coffee before going to see about his own shower and clothes for the day.