A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. Well, here's my collection o' Santinchel stories. This particular one was prompted by lightblue-Nymphadora, who gave me coconut. These, like This Tiring Mischief, shall probably not be in chronological order. Also, blame Jamith where this one ended. :p

Rachel was sipping her coconut rum june bug cocktail and sunbathing when two shadows fell over her. "Yes?" she asked, looking up to see her two girlfriends standing there, still dripping water, their hands on their hips.

"You haven't gone into the pool yet," Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Any reason why not?" Tina finished.

Studying the two girls behind her sunglasses, Rachel smiled and took another sip. "I'm enjoying the sun." Licking her lips, she tilted her head, "But it's about time for me to reapply sunscreen. Either of you want to volunteer...?"

Santana crossed her arms. "Is it waterproof?"

Walking around to Rachel's side, Tina picked up the bottle of sunscreen sitting on the table, urging Rachel to scoot forward on her pool chair. Sitting behind her, she uncapped the bottle.

"Thank you, Tina," Rachel smiled broadly, pulling her hair in front of her shoulder and giving Santana a smug grin, "Do you want me to undo the bikini top?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana plopped down onto the end of the pool chair, straddling it. "I got it, Teeny," she smirked, sliding her hands up Rachel's arms and along her shoulders, reaching the halter top clasp. Goosebumps followed the coolness of her damp skin.

Tina shook her head, smiling to herself. Warming up the sunscreen between her two palms, instead of immediately starting to spread it along Rachel's back, she leaned forward to start kissing up her spine, her hands only coming into play along Rachel's lower back when her lips reached her neck.

Shivering at Tina's wet hair brushing along her skin, Rachel shivered again, letting out a breathy noise when Santana pulled her bikini top down. "Ohh... This is nice..." she hummed, meeting Santana's dark eyes.

"Oh, guess I'll have just have to spread sunscreen here, too..." Santana husked, hands coming up to cup and hold Rachel's breasts, supporting them proprietarily, "Don't want these getting sunburned."

Squeezing Santana's arms, Rachel jerked, moaning when Tina's mouth became more dominant, her sharp Asian vampire teeth nipping at the point her shoulder met her neck. Withdrawing only to straddle the pool chair so she had better support and balance, Tina slid her hands forward, briefly cupping Rachel's hips before splaying out along her abs.

Sucking in at the small amount of cool lotion left on her palms, Rachel wasn't able to turn her head to look at Tina before Santana was kissing her, drawing her tongue into her mouth as her palms rolled up and down. Having to straighten, pressing into Tina's chest as she attached herself to Rachel's neck, Rachel's breath hitched as her fingers dipped farther down. "This... This isn't putting on sun - mmm - screen..." she managed, opening her legs wider, groaning as Santana's hands fell momentarily to pull them up and set them on either side of her waist, resting on her thighs.

"Yes…" Santana hissed, "Teeny, go for it…"

Tina's lips turned up against the column of Rachel's neck. Her fingers stroking along Rachel's bellybutton and lower, just slipping under her bikini bottoms, she lifted her chin, breathing hotly in Rachel's ear, "Are you wet yet?"

Letting out a deep breath of air that turned into a laugh, Rachel's hands fell from Santana's arms to urge Tina's hands lower.

"Just a second," Tina pulled her hands completely back. Grabbing the towel on the table, she wiped off her hands, using her still wet bathing suit as extra guarantee they were clean. "Okay," she slapped her hands back on Rachel's hipbones before kissing her shoulder blade and wrapping her left arm around her waist, urging her to recline a bit more, she pushed her right hand under Rachel's bikini bottoms, "San?"

Already distracted by Tina's fingers sliding down towards where she was anticipating feeling her, Rachel let out an obscene moan when Santana's lips suddenly wrapped around one of her nipples, arching up and grinding her head back into Tina's shoulder. Scrabbling at the back of Tina's neck with one of her hands, her other clutching at Santana's shoulder, Rachel didn't react as her sunglasses toppled off her face. "Oh," she gasped, rolling her hips, "Oh, you guys…"

"You are wet," Tina whispered, sliding her fingers up and down, testing the best angle of her wrist to reach more wet heat, "How long?"

Rachel swallowed. "You… You two. Standing in front of me. Tina. Santana. I – oh god!" Slamming her head back again, Rachel gasped, bucking as Tina's fingers pushed down, her palm grazing along her clit, Santana's teeth clamping down on her nipple as her other hand took care of the other. "I…" she stuttered, "You… I love yo-ooooou."

Tina's tongue dragged up the side of her neck. "And we love you," she whispered again, hot breath playing along Rachel's ear. "Come on," she smiled, kissing along Rachel's jaw until she turned to kiss her, "What do you want?"

Rachel's fingers tensed in her girlfriends' hair. Swiping her tongue into Tina's mouth, she gasped, twisting as Tina's fingers pressed low, gasping again as Santana's hand dropped to join it in a practiced motion. "You," she moaned, "Both of you."

Santana tugged at Rachel's bikini bottom. "Yeah, Rache," she smiled, bringing her head up, "This pool's private enough. Lift. You know you want to give us better access…"

Staring at her, Rachel nodded. "Okay," she breathed, trying to hunch her hips up, against Tina's hand and Santana's tugging of her bottoms, "I need you."

Moaning at the unfettered access she had now that Rachel's suit was fully off, Tina pressed her fingers shallowly into Rachel, barely circling her entrance. "You need this?" she asked, smirking as Rachel tried to pull her into a kiss, "You want this?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes at her. "Please," she breathed, her nails biting into Tina's neck, her other hand urging Santana's head back to her chest, "B-both…"

Curling her fingers, Santana pressed purposefully into her clit, rubbing up and down as Tina barely moved farther inside of her. Her mouth opening, no sound coming out, Rachel jerked, a guttural noise finally pushing between her lips. "Tina. S-San. You. Please."

Santana slid closer, forcing Rachel's legs higher, curling around her hips. "Lean back," she murmured, trusting Tina to hold her up, "Don't fight this."

Tina's free hand came up to press into her throat, feeling the vibrating of her gasps and moans. "Open up… Rache. Let us… Treat you."