Metabation (verb) - The action of getting off to the idea of someone getting off to you. There can be many more levels, of course. You just have to go deeper.
“Wait.” It was no more than a breathy whisper, but it was enough to make Lea hesitate awkwardly above Dianna. “I…I thought I was the dad in this situation.”
A groan of exasperation escaped from Lea’s lips. “Dianna,” she hissed. “Do you want to worry about the logistics of this, or do you want me to fuck you with a strap-on?”
“Hm….let’s start with—”
“Beauty and the Beast!” Everyone turned to look at Santana, who just shrugged. “What? It’s Brittany’s favorite movie. So I want to start with Beauty and the Beast.”
Murmurs of ascent passed through the group as they all shifted their bodies toward Santana expectantly. Santana herself glanced around the room before noticing all eyes on her. ”Aw, hell. You’re gonna make me tell it?”
“Well, Santana,” Rachel stated matter-of-factly, “it was your idea. It’s only natural to assume you would take responsibility for the story telling as well.”
Santana grumbled and leaned back into her girl. She was almost completely relaxed before she shot back up with a glint in her eye. “Say,” she drawled, “what was the girl’s name in that movie? Chelle?”
Rachel frowned. “Didn’t you just say this was Brittany’s favorite movie? You should know that the main character’s name is B—”
But the other girl cut her off loudly before she could continue. “Oh yeah, that’s right. It was Chelle. Rachelle. I remember now.”
Sensing further conflict, Quinn put her quick reflexes to good use by clapping a hand over Rachel’s mouth. “Shhhh,” she whispered. “Story time.” Rachel immediately calmed down and sat quietly as Quinn threw a blanket over the two of them. Everyone pretended to not notice the mood shift in the room and focused back on Santana, who rolled her eyes before starting the tale.
“Now, our story starts one morning in a small, provincial town…”