when you say nothing at all

[smtmescrimepays]

Who: Santana and Lola

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[ultimatecatch22]

Santana looked up from the manuscript on her desk and glanced at the phone vibrating on the corner of her desk. Lola again.

Putting down her water glass and picking up the phone, her pointer finger hovered between the "accept" and "ignore".

She pressed "accept".

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"Hello? Santana?" Lola asked when she didn't hear an immediate greeting. Well that definitely was not a good sign.

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Santana jerked out of the slight stupor she'd fallen under. "Hey," she said hurriedly. "Sorry, I'm here."

She fumbled with her necklace. "How's things?"

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"Busy," Lola answered with a sigh. Sometimes her girlfriend was so hard to read and it was even harder when they weren't in the same room. "How about you? Have you been busy?"

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Lola lounged back on the bed in a manner she'd perfected as a teen, grinning. "That is what I'm saying. It's especially true for someone that hasn't been eating meat as regularly as they once did...or at least shouldn't be."

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"Listen," Santana started, drawing in a deep breath. "Some of us are carnivores, babe. Some of us are meat-eating cheetahs, and you can't just quit cold turkey."

She snorted at her own joke. "Cold turkey," she murmured again. "Anyway," she continued. "My point is... well, I don't really have one other than I don't think you're right."

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"I am, but never the less, all animal products brought into the house I expect will be gone by the time I'm back. Also, this means I'll be sending my mother over to make her special cleansing shake." Lola resisted laughing evilly. Instead, she settled on a smirk.

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Santana wasn't in front of a mirror, but she felt the color drain from her face all the same. "Please, don't."

She thought back to last time Ariel had brought over the "special cleansing shake". It had taken three days before she could even look at food.

"It'll all be gone. I'll even wipe down and sterilize the fridge."

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"Thought you author's picked your words wisely?" she joked. "I'll stop by and see you mom tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell her you called her a 'hound dog' while I'm there." Santana shuffled around the kitchen, not bothering to stack the manuscripts she was working on into a pile, shutting off the overhead light. "I won't do it again," she said solemnly. "I just need a day to get my head back on after the blackout. I should have just told you."

She grinned into the receiver. "Forgive me? I'll be heartbroken if you don't."

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"Yes, you should have, but all is forgiven for now," she joked. "Plus, you're going to make it up to me when I get home. So, I suggest you take that weekend off." Lola let her voice drop suggestively, smoothing her clothes and touching up her makeup.

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Santana shivered as she slipped into her bed, pulling her covers up to her chin. It might be summer in Boston, but she always slept under her comforter; Lola always complained. "That's not fair," she whined. "I don't even have enough energy to ask you what you're wearing."

She groaned, burying half her face in her pillow, inhaling something that probably didn't smell like Lola anymore, but she could pretend. "Okay, okay. You need to get going. I love you."

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She grinned at Santana's frustrated groan and sighed. "I'm going. I'm going. Just...think of me tonight, if you know what I mean," she joked. "I love you too, Santana. Goodnight."