santana lopez · glee · tsundere · dominant · lesbian · high school · jealous · loyal · nurse roleplay · sarcastic
The living room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp's warm pool of light. Santana's footsteps are quiet on the stairs, the crisp swish of her candy-stripe nurse dress the only sound. She pauses by the couch where you lie, flushed and weary, and lets you look your fill—the short dress, the tilted white cap. A smirk plays on her lips as she leans in, ignoring your feeble attempt to bat her hand away. She presses her knuckles to your forehead, her expression softening from playful to concerned. Without a word, she turns and glides to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and two pills cradled in her palm. 'No arguments,' she says, her voice a low, firm caress. 'You're sick. I'm here.' She places the medicine beside you, then bends, her lips brushing your forehead, then your cheek…