Collaboration with Ali writing for Rachel. Disclaimer: We don't own Glee, any part of Glee, or these characters. Simply taking them out for a spin.
Warnings: Girl Peen – if it's not your thing, please move along.
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"So? What'd you think?" So far the date had been pretty kick ass if Santana said so herself … and she did. The kids were with the Berry dads for the evening probably watching The Lion King and eating pizza. After Aria was born, Rachel's dads had officially moved from Lima to a place in Queens to spoil the hell out of their granddaughter.
After learning Quinn was going to be out of town on business, Santana had commandeered her apartment for their date. When Rachel and Santana had first hooked up, they were 20 years old and broke. Dates consisted of cheap restaurants or take out and rented movies on the couch of the loft only recently vacated by Kurt. They now had enough money to eat out in fancy (read that expensive) places, but for tonight, Santana had wanted to create a little nostalgia and Quinn's place was perfect for that.
This was not to say that Santana was doing this on the cheap. Time was of the essence and she wanted to spend as much of it actually interacting with Rachel. With that in mind, she had hired a chef to come into Quinn's kitchen and prepare the food, to serve it, and then clean up and leave.
Lifting her wine glass to her lips, Rachel sipped some of her red wine before turning to Santana. "You sure know how to treat a lady, Santana." She already knew this, but she could see Santana making an effort, and wanted to acknowledge it.
Santana had hired a chef to cook for them, made Quinn's terrace look like an absolute haven, and most of all, had made Rachel feel special. That's all she really wanted. Of course, Santana's infidelity was never far from the back of her mind, but if they were going to move past it and be a family again, Rachel needed to try and forgive what Santana had done.
"You deserve it, Rachel." Santana sipped her wine and placed the glass back on the table. It was a beautiful night with near perfect temperatures. Even better, they were away from prying public eyes and could simply be themselves. "It's kind of like take out nights when we would open the window and eat on the fire escape. Right?"
Rachel smiled brightly at the memory. It had been such a long time since they had done that, she had almost forgotten. "Those were some of the best nights I've ever had. Just us and crappy take-out." She said, chuckling.
After another sip of her wine, Rachel gazed into Santana's eyes. "I really appreciate you doing this, Santana. It's great to just..get away from it all."
"We've gotten away from being you and me. As parents, we spend a lot of time being mommy and mama, that I forget how much we need this sometimes." Santana lifted Rachel's hand to her lips and kisses it lightly. "What happens next is up to you. We can dance on the terrace or I've loaded a few eps of Housewives of Atlanta on Quinn's DVR. Don't tell her though. It'll be our secret."
Standing up, Rachel held out her hand for Santana, waiting for the woman to take it.
Once she did, Rachel smiled warmly and pulled her close. "Would you dance with me?" She wouldn't admit it, but she had missed being in Santana's arms. It made her feel safe, even after all the hurt over the past weeks. She couldn't deny that it was where she belonged.
Santana slipped her arms around Rachel's shoulders and playfully twirled her toward the music player to turn up the volume. Wrapping one arm around Rachel's back, she cradled the woman as close to her body as she dared and continued to lead them around the lighted terrace. "This is … it's perfect. The way you feel in my arms."
Rachel rested her head on Santana's shoulders as the woman lead them around the terrace. Suddenly, every bad thing that had happened in the past few months was forgotten. They were Rachel and Santana again. Just them, and no one else. "I've missed this, Santana..."
Santana's heart rate picked up as Rachel snuggled into her. The heat of her body, the closeness, and the quietness of the woman's tone was making it nearly impossible to remember that this was a date, a re-do and that she needed to keep things … even.
Losing herself momentarily in Rachel's deep, brown expressive eyes, Santana exhaled sharply in a pant-like breath. "Kiss me, Rach."
Rachel didn't take long to grant Santana's request. She was lost in the moment, Santana's deep eyes staring back at her. She couldn't say no. So she leaned in, and without a second thought, captured Santana's lips in her own.
Music forgotten, Santana growled into the kiss pressing one two and then three light kisses on Rachel's lips, but it wasn't quite enough. Hands sliding to Rachel's hips, Santana tugged sharply losing the fraction of space between their lower bodies. She hissed out a breath as the hardening length of her cock thumped against the fly of her slacks making itself known to both of them.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Santana registered that this was too soon, too much even, but she ignored that nagging thought. Rachel was in her arms, kissing her like she meant it and that was enough for now. The explosion inside her chest, the utter relief in her veins, felt as if she was drawing a complete breath for the first time in as long as a year.
Rachel cupped Santana's cheeks, deepening the kiss. She hadn't felt like this in as long as she could remember. Pressing herself even closer to her wife, she forgot every nagging thought in the back of her mind that was telling her this was a bad idea and let her body take over. Whether they were ready or not, this was where Rachel wanted to be. She moaned into the kiss, and as she pulled out of it, she tugged Santana's bottom lip.
Santana's nose flared, one hand fisting Rachel's hair and drawing her back into the kiss. Biting, the sweet sting of teeth in flesh, was her Achilles heel and the one thing guaranteed to make her lose her mind.
"Fuck, Rachel." It was the lightest whisper between kisses, a pant of air against Rachel's lips before her mouth closed the gap again … and again. The fingers of her left hand rolled the hem of Rachel's shirt upward until they were touching bare skin, stroking and caressing it in time with her tongue against the other woman's. It was intoxicating, all consuming and her dick was throbbing, begging for attention.
Rachel moaned into the kiss, and before she knew it, she was pushing Santana backwards to one of the outdoor seats Quinn had on her terrace. Once Santana's legs hit the chair, Rachel pushed her chest gently enough so that Santana would sit down, and she straddled Santana's lap, her lips still never leaving Santana's. The rush and heat that her body felt, and feeling Santana's hard underneath her felt unbelievable. She had missed this more than words could explain. Nipping at Santana's bottom lip again, Rachel pulled out of the kiss, panting and whispered against Santana's lips. "Jesus, Santana..."
"Yeah, baby." With a lap full of Rachel and the continued assault on her mouth, that was the maximum number of words she could manage. Her higher brain function had left the building taking her self control right along with it. Santana's hands played at Rachel's waist for the briefest of seconds as she playfully nipped the woman's bottom lip before traveling lower to guide her hips increasing the friction between their lower bodies. She could feel Rachel's heat even through the layers of clothing and it was maddening.
She slid one hand up from the curve of her ass and under the back of Rachel's shirt. Her bare skin burned Santana's fingertips and she didn't bother to hold back her moan. "Off. Take off your shirt, love."
Rachel pulled back, pressing a finger to Santana's lips to make her stay quiet and shook her head. "No.." As soon as the words escaped her mouth, her lips were back on Santana's, and she was kissing her like it would be the last time she got to. Rocking her hips slightly, moaning into the kiss, Rachel dug her fingers in Santana's hair.
"Ra…" Santana whined her displeasure only to have it swallowed by Rachel's continued kisses and that delectable roll of her hips. It was maddening to sit back and let Rachel lead them but she knew it was the way this exchange needed to go. No matter how frustrating this would prove to be. Besides, that's what cold showers and her left hand were for, right?
Arching her back, Santana broke the kiss gently and began a path down the column of Rachel's neck licking and sucking at her pulse point but not hard enough to leave a mark. Rachel's breathing was shallow, her moaning almost lyrical as it timed perfectly with the light caress of tongue on skin and the roll of her hips.
Rachel dug her nails into Santana's scalp, moaning as she felt Santana's lips all over her neck. "San.." Rachel's chest was rising and falling, and it felt like her skin was on fire.
"Santana, we can't.." Even though Rachel's words were protesting, her body wasn't. She held Santana's head, keeping her lips on her neck.
"Hmm?" Santana barely registered the words through the haze of arousal. Rachel's fingers were twisting in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp and she was mesmerized by the feel of the woman's pulse against her tongue. With one last, long flick of her tongue, Santana forced herself to pull back and meet Rachel's intense gaze head on.
The woman's eyes were completely blown, desire evident in their depths and in the woman's shallow little breaths. "God. You are so fucking beautiful."
Struggling to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling, Rachel gazed into Santana's eyes. She could tell that Santana was turned on. There was no denying the look in her wife's eyes. But it was too soon. Giving in to Santana like her body wanted, would just make things far too complicated.
With a small smile, Rachel leaned in and pressed her lips gently to Santana's. She knew the woman would want more, but it was all she could give in that moment now that reality had caught up with her. "Thank you..."
Santana kissed Rachel's lips lightly one final time before resting her forehead against her shoulder in order to catch her breath and cool her hormones. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
"Once I get her to go down a little, want to raid Quinn's cookie cabinet and get crumbs on the couch?"
Rachel chuckled, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck. "She'll kill us.." Pressing a kiss to Santana's temple. "I'm so totally up for that."
"She'd be more pissed if we had sex on her bed ..." Santana got the scheming glint in her eye and could barely suppress the giggle. "Maybe next time."
Santana kissed Rachel's nose reluctant to break up the moment. Sex or no sex, there was something incredibly fantastic about having Rachel in her lap. "This …. we should do it again and more often. Make date nights a thing … say yes. "
Rachel chuckled before biting her lip as she gazed into Santana's eyes. That had been their problem all along. They hadn't spent enough time together. How was Rachel supposed to say no to that. Yet, she didn't want to seem too keen.
"Let's see how it goes?" She asked with a hopeful smile.
