This is the first fictional story I have ever written just FYI. I got a crazy idea in my mind that I could be creative… we'll see how that goes.
Pezberry…post HS. SMUT WILL ENSUE. But this is just the beginning. Gotta build it up [it will not take long ;)]
Chaaaaaaaaaapter 1.
It was their first night in Tuscany and they were already having their first argument. Rachel and Santana had decided just two days ago, after some incredible sex fueled by chocolate and a great bottle of wine, that they were going to spontaneously take a trip across the world. It was unbelievable and carless but Santana caved in to the idea after Rachel kept going on about how romantic it would be. And after she mentioned something about drinking wine naked every night and eating as much Italian food as she wanted, the trip sounded perfectly reasonable in Santana's mind. But the romance was quickly fading after a 13 hour flight with a very whiny and talkative Rachel.
"Rachel Berry I swear to God and Jose Cuervo, if you say one more thing about Under the Tuscan Sun, La Dolce Vita and huge sunflowers, I will never lick your pussy EVER AGAIN."-Said Santana in a husky whisper as the bellman showed them their room. "I just want five minutes of quiet."
"I'm sorry if I care about all aspects of our ROMANTIC adventure, Santana! You don't have to be so cranky. And please do not use that detestable language in front of strangers. It is very unbecoming of you!", said Rachel in a rushed whisper as they walked into their dark hotel suite.
"I will say whatever I want, Yentil, and there is nothing you can do about it. Besides it is all part of my charm. That is why you love me. Now shut up." Said Santana as they reached the honeymoon suite and opened the door.
Not wanting to escalate into a full-blown fight over something completely ridiculous, especially in front of a strange Italian man, Rachel nodded in silent agreement even despite Santana using the hateful nickname from high school. She pulled out some money to tip the bellman and pulled their bags through the door.
Rachel turned around and flipped on the lights and what she saw made her breath catch in her throat. The dim light of the lamp reflected off of the russet colored walls and danced across the Latina's tan skin as she sat on the bed, slowing slipping off her heels. She looked like a goddess. Her caramel skin glowing and her long raven hair hung around her shoulder in waves, almost shimmering in the dim light. After a few minutes Santana looked up and realized that Rachel was staring at her with an awe struck look on her face like she just saw a Celion Dion record on clearance.
"What are you gawking at?" said Santana crossly. She knew that what they were arguing about nothing but lack of sleep and the airplane running out of wine has worked her nerve, and she wasn't ready for another space cadet Rachel moment.
"I'm sorry San, I was wrong to bombard you with all that nonsense about Diane Lane. I was just so excited to be with you."
Santana instantly stopped what she was doing. Rachel never admitted she was wrong about anything. Especially before the fight was fully escalated. This worried the Latina. Was Rachel planning something? Is she sick? Will there be no hot make up sex?
"Rachel are you feeling ok?"
"I'm fine San, I just don't want to spoil our vacation. Looking at you just now I realized how beautiful you really are. And you are even more beautiful when you smile. S-so I don't want you to be upset any longer." Rachel's cheeks flushed red as she looked shyly down at the floor. She disliked admitting she was wrong to anyone, but just in that moment she would admit to all of her shortcomings to see Santana smile while the light shone off of her face.
Santana's face was flushed a dusky rose. She was at a loss for words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. And although she was in a very unexpected relationship with Rachel, she never thought she would be the one to say anything like that to her.
"Rach, I-I don't-"
"I mean it Santana. You are amazing. I am so lucky and honored to be in such a romantic place with such a perfect woman. I couldn't ask for anything more perfect."
"Please. I am so far from per-"
Rachel cut her off with a deep urgent kiss.
"You are perfect for me." Said Rachel.
She kissed the Latina again, deeper and with more feeling than before. It made them both forget they were ever fighting about anything at all. After a few more kisses Rachel rested her forehead against Santana's and they sat there taking in everything they could about each other. As much as Santana loved crazy angry make-up sex, somehow this seemed so much better at the moment. She was content with Rachel sitting on her lap and holding her close.
"I think its bedtime." said Rachel as the blush which had been on her face finally faded.
"Ok. But you still owe me some seriously hot kitty time tomorrow to make up for the two hours you talked about La Dolce Vita ." Stated Santana seriously.
"Deal" said Rachel with a smile, "I knew you couldn't resist my kitty for long." And after a little laugh, they laid down on the bed exhausted from their trip. They fell asleep without turning off the light or undressing. After all there would be plenty of undressing on this trip.
Santana woke up the next morning to a loud rustling and a bright pink thong on her face. Santana ripped the undies off her face and jolted upright in bed.
"Rachel what the hell do you think you are doing, its 7 in the damn morning!"
"Santana I don't know what clock you are looking at, but its 12:30 in the afternoon. And I am looking for the toys we packed… I can't find them."
Santana just laughed and laid down again.
"Its not funny San! What if they fell out in the plane? What if they took them at customs?"
Santana continued laughing and continued to watch her girlfriend riffle through their luggage.
"You aren't going to find them Rachel. I left them at home."
Rachel instantly stopped ripping through a pile of Santana's skimpy little dresses and whipped her head around to look at Latina, who was looking at her with a very pleased look on her face.
"You did WHAT?"
"Calm down sweet cheeks, we don't need them. You know I have very trained hands. Besides we can always go find a beautiful phallus designed by the descendents of a Roman Goddess if you insist on me fucking you silly with something other what I was born with. You know if you let me just have my way with your pretty little pussy you will see that I am better than any cock, real or fake."
Rachel started blushing profusely at Santana's forwardness. Sometimes she believed she would never get used to her girlfriends bold way of speaking when it came to such private issues. But despite her embarrassment she wasn't backing down now.
"Fine Santana," Said Rachel calmly, her cheeks still a fierce shade of scarlet. "I will give you a chance. We will go out immediately and find a store that sells co- um, uh… toys and we will try both ways." She stammered. "You can touch my kitty however you want, after you use the toy we pick out. Deal?"
Rachel couldn't believe what she had said. Despite the fact that Brittany used to go on and on in high school about how wonderful Santana's tongue was and how her fingers always hit that magic spot, she had yet to let the fiery Latina use anything but vibrators and strap-on dildos in the bedroom. She was very nervous and shy when it came to someone looking at her down there, especially if that person was not a medical professional.
Santana sat there in complete shock. She hadn't actually left the toys at home, she just had them in her purse. However with this new proposal, she wasn't about to tell Rachel that she was just joking with her. Finally shaking herself out of her shocked state, she lept onto Rachel knocking her to the floor. She straddled the smaller girl with a huge grin on her face and started placed kisses on every piece of skin visible.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you baby! You will not regret it!"
Santana's excitement was lost on Rachel, who was purring in response to light kisses on her neck and shoulders. Without warning, San jumped off Rachel and stripped off her skin tight black dress and started slowing sauntering to the bathroom, seductively swishing her hips, knowing very well that Rachel would be watching.
Rachel was definitely not pleased with the sudden loss of contact with her lover, but watched San's hips closely as Santana wanted her to do. She was such a tease sometimes and although she hated it, Santana's body always entranced her so. A frown fell across her face when the Latina's beautifully toned body disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.
Rachel heard Santana start the water in the shower and she had just started to picture her girlfriend stripping off the tiny piece of lace that was her thong, the bathroom door opened and steam started rolling out.
Rachel looked expectantly at the door for a few seconds waiting to see if Santana would emerge when she heard San's voice softly call out.
"Here kitty kitty kitty"