Fill for Pyroclastic's "One Sentence" Fic Meme Prompt: Rachel/Santana. Santana LOVES Rachel's stomach.
"Santana, what are you-"
Rachel was cut off by Santana's wrestling her to the ground.
"Listen, Wendy. This dress is too hideous to be worn this side of the 1800s, so I'm doing you a favour by getting rid of it. Also, this shade of gree-"
Santana stopped short in her diatribe. Rachel's stomach was flat, curving smoothly at the sides to form her lower back. Her skin was tanned and beautiful.
"Sant-"
"Shut up," Santana snarled. She looked around herself for the salt, tequila and limes. She needed an excuse to lick that glorious plane of flesh, and she needed it now.
*dishes out celebratory cookies* Yay for my first ever foray into femslash!