AN: So lately I've been extremely obsessed with Pezberry. Friendship, relationship, anything! This is just a dream I had the other day and I just thought I'd write it and share with you guys. This is going to be two chapters. The first one will be mostly smut with a little plot to it and the next one will be just fluff. Hope you enjoy!
Rachel bolted upright in her bed, pulling herself from the nightmare that had consumed her dreams. She wiped the sweat from behind her neck as she let a long sigh leave her lips as her senses began awakening. Rubbing her eyes lightly, she pushed the thick blankets off her body and stood. Her feet dragged along the floor as she left her bedroom, stumbling along in the dark towards the kitchen of the apartment.
Her senses were on high alert after her dream so she immediately noticed the lamp on in the living room area. She quickly shifted her path and began making her way towards the dim light. She was surprised to see Santana, silently looking out the window and running her fingers along the edge of the mug held in her hands.
Santana hadn't noticed Rachel standing there yet so she spoke. "I thought you said that girlfriend arm Kurt got you was actually helping you sleep again."
She jumped slightly but regained focus swiftly and shook her head. "Well, I lied." There was a bite in her voice as she spoke.
Rachel moved to sit across from Santana, trying to get a good look at the Latina. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked much more pale than usual. Normally, Santana would have applied pounds of makeup to hide her exhaustion, but at night she was completely bare. "Santana, I'm going to tell you exactly what you told me. I'm your friend. You can trust me."
She sighed but kept her eyes locked on the window. "Honestly, it makes it harder to sleep." Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion so Santana continued speaking, just barely loud enough for the brunette to hear. "It's not her, you know? It's not Brittany. It's not a real person."
The diva's eyes filled with sympathy as she spoke. "You really miss her, don't you?"
Santana finally looked at Rachel and her eyes were brimmed with tears. "We've spent every minute of our lives together since we were just little kids. We went from being with each other every day to barely speaking. I feel like…I lost my life when I lost her."
Rachel was shocked at how open Santana was being. A steady stream of tears were now cascading down the Latina's tan cheeks as she tried to wipe them away as quickly as they began falling. Rachel couldn't stand seeing Santana like this. She stood and grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her up and back into the Latina's room.
"What are you doing?" Santana questioned as the other brunette climbed into her bed.
Rachel laid on her back. "You said that stupid pillow didn't help as much as a real person. Well, I'm a real person…"
She trailed off as Santana placed her mug on the nightstand and began climbing into bed next to her. Rachel flipped onto her side and curled into Santana, resting her face in the crook of her neck. She hesitantly brought her arms around Rachel, still unsure of what exactly was going on.
Rachel noticed her uncertainty and whispered into her ear. "Just relax, Santana."
Santana felt a shiver go down her spine at the diva's hushed words and finally relaxed into her embrace. Santana immediately noticed how much smaller the girl was than herself. It was nothing like when she slept with Brittany, who was taller than her but now Santana seemed to be taking that role.
Rachel's breaths ran down her tan neck, heating her skin and causing her to gasp lightly. Her grip slightly tightened on the brunette and Rachel noticed the shift in demeanor. She was about to speak up and tell Santana to relax again, when the feeling of fingers on her hip interrupted her thoughts. The Latina's hand had slightly pushed Rachel's tank top up, and her fingers were drawing lazy circles on the diva's abs. Her stomach twitched under the unknown feeling, but her body shifted closer to the other, enjoying every inch of contact.
The hand that wasn't on Rachel's abs was now running lightly through her hair. Santana pressed her nose into the girl's forehead, inhaling the slight scent of her lingering perfume. Out of instinct, her lips made contact with Rachel's forehead and left a soft kiss there. Rachel's expression shifted to confused at the intimate gesture and lifted her head slightly, making eye contact with Santana.
Before either realized what was happening, Santana's lips were pressed roughly against Rachel's. Rachel's eyes hesitantly fluttered shut as her lips parted for the Latina, allowing her tongue entrance into her mouth. The brunette released a light moan at the feel of Santana's tongue running along her bottom lip. The noise broke Santana from her dream-like state, causing her to pull back from Rachel abruptly.
"Oh God, Rachel. I'm sorry. I just got caught up in the moment and-" Santana began to ramble but was cut off by pink lips on hers once again.
One of Rachel's hands gripped a tan shoulder, the other locking into raven hair and held the Latina in place so she wouldn't pull away again. The kiss was gentle, nothing like Rachel ever would have expected from Santana. But the longer they kissed, the more comfortable each of them got with each other causing the kiss to grow with intensity. Teeth clashed hungrily as lips parted roughly and tongues glided together smoothly.
Santana swiftly flipped the two of them over, straddling the tiny girl's waist. Her hand's hadn't left Rachel's stomach and continued moving upwards slowly. Her lips left Rachel's with a pop as she began planting kisses in the path her hands paved. Rachel's back arched slightly as Santana's hands halted at the underside of her breasts. She smirked as she removed the girl's shirt, revealing Rachel's bare chest.
Santana bit her lips before trailing her tongue along Rachel's collarbone, pinching each of her nipples lightly. The girl let out a husky moan at the pleasure coursing through her body. Santana's lips found their way to Rachel's nipple, taking it between her teeth before licking and sucking at it. The diva's hips bucked underneath her, causing a friction that made both of them squirm.
Santana sat up, pulling her t-shirt over her head and allowed Rachel a full view of her upper half. "Is this ok?" She husked as she grinded slowly on Rachel's clothed center.
Rachel bit her lip and let out a whimper as she nodded. Santana took that as permission to run her hands up Rachel's thighs, hook her fingers in the waistband of her shorts, and pull them down the girl's surprisingly long legs.
Rachel gasped as Santana peppered light kisses painfully close to her center. One of her hands locked into Santana's thick hair, pushing the smirking Latina closer to her destination. She trailed a slow lick between Rachel's folds, causing her to shudder. Finn had never given her oral before and Brody had attempted but he could never manage to accomplish anything. The affect Santana had already had on Rachel was like nothing she'd ever experienced.
Santana's mouth finally latched onto her clit as she let one finger tease the brunette's entrance. "S-Santana, please!" Rachel begged.
Santana smirked. "Please what?" The mumble caused a slight vibration, sending shivers throughout the diva's body.
Rachel rambled out her response as fast as possible, desperate for release. "Damn it, Santana! Just...fuck!"
Santana didn't need to be told twice as she pushed two fingers inside of Rachel. She began working at a slow pace, relishing in the feeling of Rachel's walls clenching at her fingers. Her mouth returned to the girl's center, lightly flicking her clit with her tongue. She began thrusting at a faster pace, desperate to get the other girl off. She felt Rachel's fist curl in her hair as her hips with while she came.
Rachel twitched and gasped as aftershocks raked her body. Santana crawled up her body, kissing her roughly and allowing her to taste herself. The diva's hands gripped Santana's shorts as the Latina's lips moved to her neck again. Rachel's eyes fell closed as she slowly started to succumb to sleep.
She woke slightly when she heard Santana whisper, "You tired?"
Rachel shook her head, trying not to acknowledge how drowsy she was. Santana smirked and laid down next to her, wrapping her hand around Rachel's hips. "Go to sleep, Berry."
"But what about you?" Rachel tried to reason as she began trying to climb on top of Santana.
"Rachel, sleep." Santana chuckled.
Rachel was still shocked at the gentleness in her voice, but couldn't help but give into exhaustion and fell asleep in Santana's warm embrace. And for the first time, Santana slept without waking up once.
