((A/N- Prompt from an anon on tumblr. Short little sequal to the Living Together prompt from Pezberry week. Fluffyflufflfuff before I can't be bothered with angst at the moment. And I owe these two some happiness.))
It was somewhat like deja vu,with her standing in the kitchen at night, waiting for Santana to come home. This time, though, there was a lot less uncertainty, a lot more pleasant anticipation.
Rachel couldn't keep the grin off her face as she all but danced around the tiny space, pouring the vegan friendly popcorn into a bowl, pouring the glasses of wine, and humming "Elephant Love Medley" from Moulin Rouge. She heard the door to their apartment open and close, and for one split second had a horrible, twisting feeling in her gut as she listened carefully for any signs of another woman.
"Rev up the Netflix, Rachel! We are watching the shit outta Saw tonight!"
The voice of Santana Lopez filled the apartment and rebounded off the too-thin walls, and the grin on Rachel's face threatened to split her face in two. "I'm getting the snacks, San! You do it!" she called back. Truthfully she just wanted a little time to compose herself. She was ridiculously giddy.
It was not meant to be, however, as Santana waltzed into the kitchen and, without missing a beat, took a glass of wine from the smaller girl's hand just as she wrapped her free hand around Rachel's waist and pulled her flush against her own body. Smirking, eyebrow quirked, Santana asked,
"Ready ta get your scare on, Berry?"
Rachel didn't even care that she was blushing hotly. She returned the smirk, pecked Santana on the lips, and smoothly extracted herself from the girl's grasp. "Always, Lopez. You know I love seeing you terrified. It's adorable." She grabbed the popcorn bowl and made for the livingroom quickly, hearing the indignant squack of a flustered law student hot on heels.
She barely had time to set her wine and popcorn down before she was being tackled to the couch. "Eep! Santana!"
Not giving the petite brunette a chance to get her barrings, Santana quickly flipped her onto her back and straddled her hips, hands going straight to the girl's sides as she grinned down deviously and began to tickle Rachel, who was laughing and pleading and squirming uncontrolably beneath her. "S-Santana! S-s-stop it- stop it this- this instant!"
"Make me," shot the taller girl back.
And just like that Rachel shot up quickly, one hand wrapping around Santana's neck, and brought her into a kiss. Immediately Santana's arms encircled the girl's waist and pulled her tighter against her body as she deepened the kiss. Then, without warning, she was on her back, Rachel smiling down at her. She couldn't bring herself to be bothered, and just grinned.
"Yes, Miss Berry?"
Rachel leaned down to kiss her again, slower and softer this time. When she pulled away she was smiling, and Santana's grin had softened to the same. "You know… we could skip the movies…" offered the singer.
Santana chuckled. "And miss out on perfectly good cuddle time? I don't think so. Go get the blankets, babe. I'll start the first movie up."
Rolling her eyes, glaring playfully when Santana swatted at her ass as she stood up, Rachel skipped to the now shared bedroom.
Yes. This was movie night was much better than last time.