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fruitninja-seb · 11 years ago

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Halloween Medley → Sebtana

Tagging: Santana Lopez and Sebastian Smythe

Timeframe: October 31, 2013

Location: Bethlem Infirmary

Notes: Torture could have never prepared Sebastian for this.

Sebastian knew there was a lot of ways to torture a person but nothing could have prepared him for this vile and evil moment. It had been almost eighteen hours since Santana went into labor and every minute of it would be seared in his eidetic mind forever. If he had thought Santana was such a whiny, demanding pregnant woman before, he certainly knew that was nothing compared to now. She had been cursing and threatening everybody and all the sharp object were taken away from her reach when she almost stabbed the doctor at the eighth hour when he said it was still a long way to go. He would find it all amusing if not for the fact that he was terrified. Not that he would ever admit that. His mother died giving birth to him and Ashton and he was so very scared that he would lose his dollface as well. He did not think he could bear with the notion. So he held on to her hand and let her squeeze them until all the blood drained out and tried to remind himself that this was Santana. She could survive anything. He was quiet most of the eighteen hours but now he raised his other hand and laid it on top of her bulging stomach caressing it and feeling the baby move. “The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.” He started. This first line of the Game of Thrones.

Santana was not in the mood to give birth. They said that it was a wonderful and natural act and it was beautiful, but there was nothing beautiful about this. Nothing at all and she was going to get out of this bed at any given moment and kill everyone in her, reach up inside her self and snatch the baby girl out herself. They kept trying to make her relax, but after she almost managed to stab the doctor with a scalpel, they left her be. Except with ice, which she treated like gold. She didn't waste a precious cup of it, but she was still loud and whiny and shouting made up vulgarities at people. She was sweating and in pain and she tried to crush her rather quiet baby daddy. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but she felt a little off for a moment. Then, he was perfect and she stopped trying to strike him dead telepathically, as he recited Games Of Thorns, knowing it was something she liked. Santana looked over at him, giving a slight smile before another labor contractions came and she had to concentrate on not killing him. She heard the nurse say it wasn't time yet to push, but Santana was over listening to the. She felt like it was time to push and she was going to push regardless.

Sebastian was not sure what was happening but somebody was pulling him away from Santana and he was fighting them and trying to hold her hand. "The baby is coming Sebastian." He heard someone say. "You need to get out of the room, son." He felt her hand slip from his as they crowded him and he was out in the hallway with the door shut in front of him. He hit the door. "No!" He screamed. "No! No!" He was breathing hard and it took a while before it got to him that he could not get in and that he was garnering attention. He clenched his fists in frustration and began pacing. He would kill them all if anything happens to his babies.

Santana was pushing and the moment she needed him more than ever, he was slipping away. She waited to hear him hit the floor, but instead through the haze she heard that he needed to go cause it was time. It made sense, it was time, she was pushing and the pushing was much easier than anything else, but didn't she need him ever more? She did, she knew that and she screamed his name and she knew that this was off, oh so off, but what could she do but push harder, she could fell her girl crowning and she felt herself give another push and heard the cry of her kid. It was a golden moment, but she felt another huge rush of pain and she settled against the bed. Her body was telling her to keep pushing as she heard the crying of her baby, so she knew it was fine, even as she asked questions that went ignored. She pushed harder again, feeling another body pass out of her and she was slightly delusional with pain, but there was a second shrieking cry, blending with the first before she closed her eyes.

Sebastian felt like it had been years since he was pushed out of the delivery room but it was only been forty five minutes. He stood when the doctor came out. He looked pale and was sweating but Sebastian thought that it was only normal. "How are they?" He asked in a low and calm voice. The doctor rubbed his hands together like he was uncomfortable. "I'm afraid I have good and bad news." Sebastian blacked out for a moment and when he came back the doctor was clawing at his hand that was wrap around his neck. There were nurses trying to pull Sebastian away but he was not having it. "Ms...Lopez.. is ...okay..." The doctor choked out and he loosened his hold of him. The older man gasped for air. "And my baby?" The doctor looked at him with fearful eyes and shook his head wryly. There was a sudden hollow feeling inside of him. His baby. Their baby. "Where is Santana?" A nurse replied that she was put in a different room. "I want to see her." He said.

Santana had had twins, which meant if she had known she would have been even bitchier, but she hadn't and she heard them cry, so when they weren't given to her, she knew that was weird, she was worried about it, but when they tried to tell her she lost both, she simply refused to believe them and tried to get out of bed. Who would want to hurt two innocent babies and why were they lying about them being dead, she heard them cry, good strong crying, loud and clear. They had pipes but all she could manage were weak attempts as she had to lie down, knowing she wasn't as strong after giving birth. She felt crazy as she was rolled into a new room and she asked nicely for her babies again, instead Sebastian was brought in. "Can you make them give you the babies? It was two, we had two."

Sebastian shuffled in and barely heard what Santana said as he swooped down and pulled her into his chest. He was so glad, so glad. He kissed her forehead and her face. "You're alive. You're alive." He murmured. He ran his hand through her sweaty hair. He breathe her in for a moment before he focused in. "You had two babies?" He asked. He had two babies. He was confused and he was...sad. He was correct when he thought it was not a single child. "They said they did not make it." He croaked and buried his face at the crook of her neck. There was so many sentiments running through him and he could not focus.

Santana was a lot less concern with her own health. "Totally am Sebastian. Chickenpox couldn't kill me at 3, so it's fine. Focus." She said as she looked at him, struggling against the sleep her body wanted. "Two, so you were right, whatever. Two, we have babies. Not had, we have two." She listened to him, but she shook her head. "No, Sebastian. I heard them crying, they both were crying. Dead babies don't cry. They're lying." She said firmly as he hugged her.

Sebastian felt himself chuckle but in that hysterical way. He would burst, he was sure and he tried to compartmentalize everything he was feeling just so he could focus at her. "They took our babies away?" He asked. He pulled away from her to look at her eyes. "Why would they do that? Do you think it's the Hag?" He glanced around the room, finally noticing that the place was weirdly deserted. "What's happening, Santana?" He asked. He hated that he did not know anything. This was the first time it happened to him.

Santana nodded her head when her asked her. It was the only reasonable explanation she she had, cause she knew they were were alive. She managed to keep her gaze steady on him."I don't know, but they're not dead. They made it. I heard them crying. Dead babies don't cry. I don't know who it was. But someone took them." She stressed. She was getting so tired as she rested against the bed. "Someone took the babies. It could be Sue, it could be someone who hated me. You need to go find them. I want them back. They're lying."

Sebastian kissed her forehead and made her lay down properly on the bed. "You should rest." He said in an even tone. His brain had rebooted now and he had a goal to focused on. He moved the stray hair away from her face. She looked tired. "I will get them back, I promise." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Ashton was the only person Sebastian ever made a promise to that he kept. "Sleep for now dollface. I will find our babies and I will slaughter anybody who gets in my way." He pressed his lips at the back of her hand.

Santana let him push her on the bed and get her settled on the bed. She nodded as she looked at him. She hadn't asked for a promise, but she was glad she had that. "Thank you." She whispered softly. She looked for him for a moment. "Be safe. Can you get someone to come sit with me? I'm not sleeping alone. I refuse to die in a hospital...Be safe, Sebastian and come back." She said as she forced her eyes open.

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fruitninja-seb · 11 years ago

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Killing Loneliness → Sebtana

Summary: A pregnant Santana should never be left alone.

Of course this would happen. Sebastian fumed as he stalked the hallway. The other patients and personnel moving out of his way in a blind want to stay alive. he must have looked pissed. He turned his back to Santana for a second, well not literally a second, more like a couple of hours to read some interesting scientific journals and he came back to hear that she killed someone. He meant really where were her manners? She did not even wait for him to return she just up an went by herself. After letting her stay in his room and feeding her with his fruits, this was the thanks he got? Not to mention she was very much pregnant with his offspring. He shook his head and found her on his bed still covered in blood. He crossed his arms. "What did I tell you about stressing the baby?" He asked, tersely.

Santana was sitting on Sebastian's bed with pears surrounding her as she sliced herself pieces of it. She knew he was going to come and track her down. After all, she had told him she would settled down, but she had been in the doctor's office and a blonde, God she hated fucking blondes, patient made some snide remark and Santana stabbed her in the neck with the scalpel. Several times and she had made a mess. She was tired afterwards, waddling back and now she was eating his pears. She looked at him, lifting an eyebrow as she chewed. "You say a lot of things about the baby, Sebastian. I'm eating pears, healthy food dear." She said brightly, even though she knew he was pissed. She smiled at him.

Sebastian held up a hand. His face was expressionless but his inside was churning with anger. "Stop. This is the only warning you'll get. Stop being a wise ass or I will strangle you, slit your belly open and take my child to raise myself." He said in a deadly calm tone. He walked towards her and took the pear off her hand. "Clean yourself up before you eat any of my fruits."

Santana really got a rise out of when he threatened her with death. "Taking a big chance there, Daddy-o. It still needs me. Then Rosaria will set you on fire." She returned, pouting when he took her pear. "That was mine, Smythe, give it back or I'll beat you in the head with a book and raise my child myself. Now." She countered, holding her hand out.

Sebastian shook his head not amused the slightest. He spoiled Santana rotten and he was reaping the consequences. "No dollface." He said, sternly. "Clean up. You're dirtying my room with some unimportant person's blood. I don't like the smell." He pulled her up and pushed her into his bathroom. "I want you clean."

Santana was pouting at Sebastian as he said no. The he had the nerve to direct her to his bathroom. She knew he forgot who she was in. Santana sat in his bathroom for at least 30 minutes, looking for something to poison him with before she finally got in the shower and actually got all cleaned. She watched the blood mix with the water and swirl down the drain. She didn't bother wrapping a towel around her as she waddle back into his bed room. "Clean, now lay down on the bed."

Sebastian busied himself with changing the sheets of his bed. A nice blue set that relaxed him when he was stressed and goodness knew how stressed he was with Santana. He sat at the his armchair and grabbed a book. He smiled in victory when he finally heard the shower turning on. Dollface was stubborn and he reveled in every moment that she surrendered to his authority, no matter how brief or small. He looked up to see her naked and dripping wet. Her pregnancy made her huge but after that one time she smacked him when he said she gained some weight he kept his comments on her figure to himself. He did find her body attractive even now in the midst of pregnancy. Her breasts were bigger and the baby bump made her alluring. He blinked and focused on her. "And why would I do that?"

Santana knew he was reading and she shook her head. She pouted at him when he asked why. She went over to him and grabbed the book, pulling it from him, before she planted a kiss on him. He was crazy not to get the hints, but he was Sebastian. Sebastian was the weirdest man she had ever seduced. Well...raped, then got tied up, then seduced. Who was fucking counting this shit? She pressed her lips harder to his, pulling him up. "Bed, now."

Sebastian hated that Santana had this Pavlovian effect on him and he was ready for her the moment she kissed him. She really was a great kisser and he would have gladly let her have her way if he was not so pissed. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. "No." He said as he crossed his arms again. "You just did something I don't like Santana. You can't expect me to just have coitus with you."

Santana rolled her eyes when her pushed her back. He was so spoiled with her being all obedient to him all the time. Except she wasn't giving into him today. She pushed him towards the bed. She was thinking of words, but instead she used her body to move him where she wanted. She knew he wouldn't fight back much, because of the baby.

Sebastian glared at her she pushed him. It would have been funny how she waddled but he was not having any of it. He was surprised at how much force she had as he finally toppled over the bed. He frowned and curled to a ball as defense. "I don't want to have coitus with you!" He exclaimed. "You killed somebody without me and you didn't even think about the baby. You're lucky that patient is in line for the death row. The hag was furious about the mess. What if she takes it out on the baby and send him away?"

Santana sighed as she looked at him. He was so childish, she ought to slap him back to reality. He curled into a ball. It would make the inevitable sex a lot harder. She smacked his ass. "Yes you do. You just don't think you want to. But you do. I know you do." She said, as she sat next to him. "I don't need you to do anything, Sebastian. I am not helpless, so fuck you, I plan to do that anyways and fuck her. You stab someone with a scalpel, they bleed. Send her away and you don't scare me. We have that thing that Brittany found. She can't do shit to the baby." She said flipping her hair. "If you don't l have sex with me, I'll go do it again."

Sebastian pouted but he doubted if she saw it. He had sentiments for this unborn child, something that sprouted off the strong emotions he felt for Santana and he sort of resented her still for that. He glanced over his shoulder to look at her. She was so confident about this plan Brittany had but he was not. But then again he never trusted most people to do their job well. Maybe except for his brother. "No! Not until you apologize." He said, childishly.

Santana looked at him carefully as he glanced over his shoulder at her. She sighed dramatically as she shook him. "I want sex. I'm not apologizing. You have five seconds to turn over or I will go kill the first orderlie I see. This is cruel, but you know if I kill a staff member, she'll definitely take the baby away." She pushed his shoulder again. "5, 4, 3..."

Sebastian grabbed her hand. "I hate you sometimes do you know that?" He said, "You're selfish. You don't care about me or this baby." He let go of her wrist and started to remove his clothes. It was ironic that a sociopath like him was talking about caring. Oh how he missed the days when he did not care about anything but killing and his brother. He did not look at her until he was down to his boxers. "Help yourself, your highness." He stated with a mock bow.

Santana made a face at him when he said he hated her. "You don't hate me. If you did, you would have killed me forever ago. You don't like when I manipulate you. I don't mind doing it though. I also don't mind being selfish, but I do care about the baby and you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be having. I have enough pills to take down Elvis." She stated, before pulling him to her on the bed. "I am a princess, aren't I?" She teased before she kissed him again.

Sebastian let her kiss him, partly satisfied with her answer. "You're a brat, that's what you are." He said when they broke apart for air. He sighed as he pushed back her damp hair and cupped her cheek and trailed her hand down between her breasts to her protruding belly. He had a bad feeling that she was carrying more than one baby because she was bigger than a normal woman in the same stage of pregnancy. He slid his hand lower to the slick flesh of her vagina. "I should punish you."

Santana grinned at him for a moment when he called her a brat. "Princesses are brats." She teased, when she moved back on his bed with a smile. She felt pregnant at times like this, very, very pregnant. It actually pissed her off at times, when she had to waddle places and she couldn't get up quickly and being on top was not an easy or comfortable task. Besides it made kissing worst. She shook her head. "Mmmmm later." She said, her fingers pulling him closer to her.

Sebastian smiled a little. "I'll hold you to that." He whispered. He almost laughed when she tried to pull him closer. It was ineffective with her belly in the way. He kissed her deeply. "Come on, on your side, dollface." He said. Once she had followed his instruction he spooned her from behind. This was the only position that was comfortable enough for the both of them to have sex with. He wrapped an arm just under her breasts and pulled her closer. He trailed kisses down her neck, grinding against her butt.

Santana shook her head, scrunching her nose at him when he tried to keep her to her honor. They been able to play any game lately with the baby bump always in the way. She groaned into the kiss, wishing for her flat stomach back and one of them to be tied up, preference on Sebastian though. She moved into the position, since it was the only way she can lie down and not have her organs squished and the baby killing her. She opened her neck for him, grinding back against him, her fingers lining his cock up with her opening.

Sebastian pushed into her heat and groaned at the feel of her around him. He pulled her even closer, gently cupping one of her breast as he reveled at the sensation for a second. He kissed her cheek before he began to rock in and out. There were limited movements and they could not do much crazy acrobatics like they used to but they were close and Sebastian liked it. He settled a hand on her bump, feeling the baby move, kicking against his palm. It was a pleasant surprise the first time the baby moved and he smiled softly as he felt it now. Their baby was alive and it was wonderful. "You're wonderful." He said to Santana's ear, nibbling on her earlobe. "You're mine and nobody will take you away."

Santana always though they meshed together perfectly and now was absolutely no different. She looked over her shoulder at him for a moment, happy that they were doing what she wanted. She knew that her children were going to be just as weird as she was, cause they calmed down when she was having sex or Sebastian was reading. It was weird. She smiled, placing her hand over his, humming her approval as she rocked back against him.

Sebastian closed his eyes and let himself get lost in what they were doing. He caressed her stomach for a second before sliding his hand up to cup her breast, feeling how heavy it was. They had doubled in size and love them even if they were a bit sensitive. He could not nibble on them anymore because Santana complained that they hurt, so he would lick his palm and rolled it against her nipple instead. He sucked on her neck, meeting her halfway with his thrusts, and trailing his hand down to catch her clit.

Santana felt like this stretched out version of herself. Everything was bigger and she thought she would like another boob job, but she didn't. This was perfect enough practice for her. She hated it. It all hurt and she only liked it when he massaged them softly. not hard. She felt a moan sliding out of her mouth when his fingers found her clit and their rhythm picked up a little more. She couldn't wait until she was not pregnant and could have rough sex, cause this was slow and soft and made her have all these butterflies and not just the babies kicking. Her fingers grabbed his ass as she felt herself getting close to the edge.

Sebastian panted against her ear as their pace quickened. He always felt like he was running a marathon when they arrive to this point after the time spent in slow movement. He liked the languid sex better but he liked this part as well. It was always a challenge to hold back when Santana's inner wall began their erratic clenching. He held her even closer and pushing into her in a relentless pace. He muttered her name to her ear and rained kisses on her face.

Santana liked when she heard him panting and holding her close. Not enough to actually say anything or stop her own orgasm from coming, but she did like it. They were moving in unison and it always ended up this way, she loved it , twisting her face back to kiss him for a brief moment as she moaned out, falling over the edge as she always did. Taking a deep breathe and feeling pleasure creep all her body.

Sebastian let out a grunt as he came deep inside her. Sex with Santana was an acquired taste to be sure but now that he was used to it, he liked it very much. He pulled away slightly and kissed her shoulder. His jaw cracked open when a yawn emerged from his chest. "We should sleep." He said, as he pulled the cover from under them to tuck them both in. He curled behind her, too lazy and satiated to move and dress. "Promise you won't do something as reckless as that again." He whispered to her ear.

Santana was five steps before Sebastian, lazy, half asleep and move than ready for that to be told. She looked back at him as her fingers wrapped around his. "Promise, long as you give me pineapples." She said sleepily.

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