Rachel let out a low, throaty moan. "Please, Santana, I'm so close," she whimpered. She gasped as she felt the brunette between her legs adjust her position slightly, allowing her fingers to slide deeper inside. She felt Santana's tongue gliding along her wet slit and moaned again.
Glancing down, she watched Santana's eyes flicker up to meet her own, and she could make out a small smirk. The smirk is what sent her over the edge, and a moment later she felt herself tighten against Santana's fingers.
"Santana!" She cried out, breathlessly. Her back arched and her head fell back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She gradually became aware of Santana pressing soft kisses along her face, as she came down from her orgasm induced high.
Her eyes locked with Santana's, and for a moment the girls shared a very sweet smile. Then reality came crashing down, and Rachel sighed.
"We can't keep doing this," Rachel murmured.
Santana sighed and pulled her hand from Rachel's body, causing the small girl to wince slightly. "And why is that, Rachel?"
"Because it's wrong," She replied softly.
"You say that every time, Rach. Yet you keep coming back for more."
Rachel looked away, slightly ashamed. "I know, but that doesn't make it right, Tana." She sat up on the bed, glancing around for her clothes. "I'm marrying your brother in two months."
"Step brother." Santana corrected shortly. She sighed and scooted off the bed. She gathered up her own clothes and began dressing, lost in thought.
Rachel watched Santana dress, uncertain of what to say. She knew she hurt Santana every time she reminded her of her impending nuptials, but Rachel didn't see the point in pretending it wasn't happening. Santana sat heavily on the bed, and clutching the sheets around her chest, Rachel slid gently towards her.
Rachel moved into Santana's lap, noticing the raised eyebrows as she did. "I think you're breaking the rules, Rach," she said quietly.
Rachel bit back a smile. "I think we've broken alot of rules today. Don't you?" She and Santana looked at each other silently for a moment before they both broke into laughter.
"Gosh," Rachel said thoughtfully, "how did we get here?"
Santana's smile disappeared and she grew serious. "The real question is how do we end here? Rachel, I care about you, and I know that you care about me too. There is no way that Finn makes you laugh the way I do. Or smile the way I do." Santana slid her hand under the sheet Rachel was wrapped in and slid into her, loving the soft gasp she received in return. "There is no way he fucks you the way I do."
Her hand began gently working Rachel, reducing her to a shaking mess in a matter of seconds. "See, Rach? I know exactly how to touch you to have you begging me for it. I know exactly where to touch to make you come in seconds. I know what you need." Rachel's head fell into the crook of Santana's shoulder and Santana listened quietly to her soft whimpers for a moment.
She continued stroking until she felt Rachel one the brink of release. "I can make you come easily, Rachel," Santana whispered in Rachel's ear, causing goose bumps to erupt down Rachel's neck and her muscles to clench around Santana's fingers. "But I won't. And you know why? 'Because it's wrong.'"
She abruptly pulled away from Rachel, ignoring the girls desperate cry of denial. Santana gently slid Rachel from her lap and stood heading for the door. She paused once to look back at Rachel. "Dammit, Rachel," she muttered, seeing the hurt look in Rachel's eyes. "I can't keep waiting on you to figure out what you want."
Santana looked like she wanted to say more, and for a moment Rachel thought she would, but she just shook her head and walked out without another glance back.