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Broken Sinks & Bountiful Baking
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The Roommate's Adoration
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"You're crazy to think I don't want you," Rachel whispered, closing the distance between them. Her pupils were dilated, and Santana swallowed at the heady look in her eyes. "You really must be crazy if you think I don't want this."
Giving her an almost wicked smile, Rachel leant forward and kissed Santana with a little more teeth that usual, nipping at her bottom lip and then swiping it with her tongue, making her moan. This was her girlfriend, her ridiculously attractive girlfriend, and they had the entire evening together, and why oh why had they decided to hold off on things?
Gasping to catch her breath back, Santana pulled back from Rachel and smirked. Sweet baby Jesus, this was not an outcome she had expected, but it was the best damn one. Rachel had said yes. She was officially her girlfriend now, and from the looks of things, she was actually going to be in Santana's bed, and that was just the perfect ending to all this.
She knew that damn sink was a good idea!
Not wasting another second, Santana leant back in, still trying to catch her breath, and leant her forehead against Rachel's. She felt her Rachel's hands come up, cupping her cheeks, as she closed her eyes and just took in everything Rachel was. Her hands sought out Rachel's waist, holding on tightly, needing to ground herself. Rachel was intoxicating, addicting, exhilarating, drawing Santana in further, and yet keeping her at enough distance for her to want more.
Somehow, Rachel had Santana getting to her feet, their legs bumping the coffee table as they manoeuvred their way through the apartment, their kisses becoming frantic, needy, lust filled, and it had Santana's heart racing to keep up.
Pulling back from the kiss when they hit the hallway wall, they each took a deep breath and Santana licked her lips quickly, whimpering at the sight of Rachel's blown pupils. She gave her a heady look and half a smile before taking her hand and pulling her down the hall, no more bumping into furniture to slow them down.
Santana followed, her heart still beating wildly in her chest, thumping in her ears, her breath quickening at the prospect of what was ahead, and her chest heaving. She could hardly believe this was happening. It felt like a dream, a very real, very exciting, dream. Rachel gave her a sultry look over her shoulder as they entered her room, and good lord, that was enough to have Santana's mouth run dry. She couldn't handle this girl.
"I need…can I just…have minute?" Santana whimpered, trying not to lose herself completely. It was so difficult, but she needed to control the overwhelming feeling of lust and adoration running through her system.
They were actually in her bedroom now, with her bed right there. The very same bed Santana had imagined Rachel in, and with her dreams quickly becoming reality, she needed a moment to pull herself together. She just needed to splash some water on her face, not over think what was about to happen, and let go.
"Of course," Rachel replied, nodding softly. She did look a little surprised by the change of pace, but it was all perfectly understandable, and she could use a minute to herself, too. Leaning upon her tiptoes, Rachel kissed Santana's lips softly, once, before letting her sneak away out of the room.
Santana took shaky steps back into the hall, rushing into the bathroom, leaving her alone. Deciding not to overwhelm Santana when she came back in the room, Rachel opted not to sprawl herself out of across the bed in some seductive manner. She wanted this to be right for them, no rushing, no rash decision, just something they both wanted.
Rachel was pretty certain they were at this point, if Santana's previous actions had been any indication. Though, her roommate's current disappearance wasn't exactly filling her with confidence. She wasn't going to let that perturb things, however. She wanted Santana, no ifs and no buts about it.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Rachel ran her hands through her hair, wiped down her clothing to make sure she looked presentable, and awaited her girlfriend's return. No longer was she just her roommate, and it was about time she started making that change in her vocabulary, she noted.
Suddenly, there was a muffled bang, followed by cursing, and Rachel rose her eyebrows in curiosity, looking at the door to see if Santana was returning to her anytime soon. Right enough, Santana came rushing into the bedroom, looking flushed, closing the door behind her and leaning on it.
"Holy crap…" she muttered, shaking her head, and Rachel was still at a loss as to what was going on.
"You okay?" Rachel asked, getting up from the bed and approaching Santana cautiously. "What's wrong?"
"I…I can't believe I'm saying this, but I broke the sink," Santana murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. This had to be a fucking joke, she couldn't have. She absolutely could not have broken a sink. Just no way. It was still a mystery to herself as she uttered those words.
"You what?" Rachel asked, frowning in confusion. She had to have heard wrong.
"I broke the sink," Santana repeated, feeling like she'd just let herself down. What had she done? What had her life become? Was this what being Rachel Berry's girlfriend entailed? Were they going to pick up each other's traits? Santana did not sign on for this bullshit.
"If this is a joke, it's not funny," Rachel said coldly, the previous mood having been killed off with Santana's return, as she crossed her arms over her chest. Santana's mouth dropped open in shock, looking at her girlfriend in disbelief.
"It is not a joke! Why would I joke about this?!" she barked, frowning in return. How dare she think she was lying!
"You actually broke the sink?" Rachel replied, sounding sceptical. There was just no way.
"Yes, I actually broke the sink. Go see!" Santana cried, moving out the way of the door, opening it forcefully and then waving Rachel into the hall.
Rachel wasted no time, marching onwards to see if this was some elaborate joke on her behalf. Gosh, they hadn't been together five minutes and already they were on the cusp of having their first big fight. Just brilliant.
Throwing open the bathroom door to see the scene of the crime, Rachel's frown vanished into one of shock horror because right enough, the sink was cracked right down the inside of the basin. It was nowhere near as bad as Rachel's previous encounters with the sink, but it was still a broken sink.
"Oh my God, you broke the sink!" she cried, and Santana stuck her head round the door.
"I told you! And I can't believe you didn't believe me! As if I would make this up -Wait, why are you smiling like that?" Rachel's response had Santana frowning, seeing that show smile on her lips. What was going on?
"You broke the sink," Rachel repeated, her smile widening, a happy chuckle sneaking out as she bit her lip to contain it.
"Yeah…I thought we'd already covered that," Santana murmured, moving in the bathroom now to stand next to Rachel. She still had no clue what the hell was happening. Had her girlfriend suddenly lost her mind? Had this been the last straw?
She should have expected this sooner, but if Rachel had lost the plot now, of all times, Santana was going to be gutted. They had just gotten over their awkward dating but not dating situation. Why of all times did Rachel have to go and loose her marbles just as they were about to get to the good part of dating?
"Santana, you broke the sink," Rachel laughed, throwing her hands up in the air excitedly. Yeah, girl was definitely crazy.
"I know. Why is that such a big- umfgh!" With a painful grunt, Santana landed on the bathroom floor with a thump, and a Rachel Berry on her lap, suddenly kissing her for all she was worth.
Rachel had tackled her, throwing her arms around her neck, not caring about the consequences, and subsequently Santana being her soft landing, in order to shower her with affection. Rachel's hands were tugging at her hair, scratching down her body, sliding under her clothes, as her lips devoured Santana's, kissing, licking and nipping at her in every way possible. She was grinding into her lap, making her dizzy with sensation overload, and Santana turned her head away, making Rachel change course to her neck, so she could catch her breath. It felt like she was forever out of breath around this girl.
"Fucking hell, if I knew you'd react like this I would have taken a hammer to that fucker months ago," she moaned out, feeling Rachel's tongue lapping at the skin she'd just sucked upon, and then Rachel was above her, her lustful gaze rendering Santana speechless.
"Stop talking," she murmured, her chest heaving, her lips swollen, and Santana swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Okay," she croaked, nodding carefully, before Rachel smiled at her like she was prey about to be eaten. In some sense, that was true, but first they had to get back into the bedroom, and that was no easy feat.
Rachel was doing everything right, everything to make Santana think twice about moving them, but God, the floor wasn't comfortable, and she was not having her bare ass freezing on the cold, hard, tiles because Rachel couldn't stop sucking on her neck to move to a more comfortable location. They had two perfectly good bedrooms within walking, and shuffling, distance so this was not happening on the bathroom floor.
It took some effort, and far too many bruises, to get the two of them inside Santana's bedroom again, with Rachel trying not to laugh at Santana's determination, and Santana trying to fight the urge to just throw Rachel over her shoulder and throw her onto the bed caveman style. She would be more civilised than that, dammit.
With the door shut behind them, and them still on the floor, Rachel leant over and gave Santana a cheeky little kiss, smiling into it, as she caressed her cheek.
"You could have asked and I would have helped," she murmured, her eyes captivating Santana's gaze again.
"You were a little preoccupied marking your territory," Santana grumbled, wondering about the state of her neck. She would not be impressed if Rachel had started redecorating her skin with bruises and hickeys. They were not twelve year olds out of control, thank you very much.
"I didn't leave a mark," Rachel answered, eyeing said skin up just to make sure. She was pretty certain she hadn't, but it was worth checking.
"Really?" Santana wondered, this time raising her hand to cup the side of Rachel's face softly. She was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and it still was blowing Santana's mind that they were actually together now. How the hell had she pulled that off?
"Really," she confirmed, nodding.
"You can…you can mark me, just not there," Santana mumbled, dropping her gaze to Rachel's lips, and catching a slow smile making its way across her lips.
"I like the sound of that," Rachel husked, leaning in to kiss her again. Santana liked the sound of that too, and she could only hope she had every intention of fulfilling said scenario.
She did, and they were quick on each other again, moving in unison towards their common goal; the bed. It was within touching distance, and as Santana manoeuvred them round, she felt her body hit the side of it. Rachel was quick to sit up on the edge, back where she was before Santana broke the sink, and then her hands were pulling Santana's body up with her.
They shuffled further up the bed, Rachel's lips seeking out Santana's again and again, quick kisses, small nips to her bottom lip, fast swipes of her tongue asking for entrance, everything to keep the teasing game they had going on.
With Rachel settled beneath her, Santana pulled back fully for a moment, the top half of her body's weight resting on her arms, as her hips lay in-between Rachel's legs. She was gorgeous, complete perfection. If she wasn't falling head over heels in love with this girl before, she was now. How could she not be?
"What is it?" Rachel asked, her hand skimming under Santana's top, caressing her abs.
"I can't get enough of you," Santana confessed, finally moving back down to kiss Rachel soundly.
Her lips were hard, demanding, brushing against Rachel's with determination and purpose. She had waited so long to be able to do this, and she intended to make the most of every moment with her.
Sneaking her tongue out, Rachel licked Santana's bottom lip and grinned when she heard her moan loudly, Santana's hands moving to grasp at Rachel's body. Her hips had started grinding into Rachel's and it was enough to have them both panting through the kisses, trying to fight the need to breath and the oncoming dizzy spells when they didn't succeed.
However, both of them were focused on one other factor that wasn't quick hitting the mark. The friction of them grinding into each other wasn't enough, it was good, but it was nowhere near enough. And the heat in the room, it was far too fucking hot. Why were they still dressed? Why hadn't they taken off these stupid clothes yet?
As if both thinking it at the same moment, they quickly made to remove the other's clothing. Santana made for Rachel's bottoms, wondering why on today of all days the girl had put pants on; while Rachel tugged at Santana's top. Santana was desperate to see her, to kiss the skin that had been hidden for so long, to worship the body she'd admired for months.
And that's exactly what she did.
Each item hit the floor in a flurry of motion, revealing more and more skin to be kissed, conquered, adored, and she set about kissing each inch of it, nuzzling into the contours and curves, laying claim to it. She was so soft, so delicate beneath her touch, that Santana was slowing things down, much to Rachel's annoyance.
As much as she loved the care Santana was taking with her, the need between her thighs was too much for simple kisses and gentle flicks of Santana's tongue against her stomach muscles. She wanted so much more than what was being offered, and she knew Santana was capable of it.
Rachel had tried so hard to remain unaware about her roommate's…her girlfriend's sex life, but that had been tricky. After Santana found out about Rachel being aware of the girl on the coffee table, it got easier, to no surprise. However, that girl had left an impression, one that spoke of Santana being thorough, driven, unwavering in her need, and that was just not the girl that was running her fingers along the edge of Rachel's underwear.
On one hand, it was terribly sweet to see Santana taking this softer side with her, but on the other, she wasn't going to break, and the sooner Santana realised that, the better.
When Santana's hands finally hooked into the edges of her underwear, Rachel was ready to cry out in frustration. This teasing was no fun, and she quickly pushed Santana away from her to throw off her underwear, leaving her bare. She received a curious raise of on eyebrow in return, but she wasn't embarrassed in the least. Couldn't Santana see that she was desperate? Was that not obvious?
Wasting no time at all, Rachel was quick to help shift Santana out the last of her clothing, leaving her naked, and what a sight that was to behold. Rachel whimpered at the view, tugging Santana to lie over her as she went to lie on her back. Santana slotted against her, sliding one thigh in-between Rachel's, making her cry out in pleasure, and throw her head back. If she'd opened her eyes, she would have seen the satisfied smirk on Santana's lips at the sound.
Eyeing up the newly exposed skin, Santana gently planted kisses there, before allowing her fingers to slowly move down Rachel's body. Rachel was still grinding into her thigh, allowing her to feel just how much she wanted her, and it was spurring Santana on. She could feel her body reacting her turn, grinding back, desperately seeking friction. And by this point, Rachel's cries were frequent, and she was whimpering, whining, begging and pleading with noises she was sure she'd never made before. It was music to Santana's ears as her fingers travelled lower.
She spent a ridiculous amount of time transfixed by Rachel's breasts, teasing and caressing the skin there, not giving her exactly what she wanted, and making Rachel arch her back for more contact. It was one of the sexiest sights Santana had ever seen, and she needed to see it again. She was rewarded with a sharp moan and another arch when she added her lips into the mix, flicking her tongue over Rachel's breast carefully, sucking softly, and revelling in the feel of her hands coming up to tangle in Santana's hair.
It was intoxicating, being this close, leaning what she liked, what made her tick, what made her squirm, and Santana had to bite back her own moan on many occasion. By the time her fingertips were ghosting up the inside of Rachel's thighs, her body much lower so she could plant kisses on her hipbones, Santana felt like she was close to combusting, and Rachel wholeheartedly agreed with that assessment.
The room was stifling, with Santana's touch burning her even more. It was only adding to the heat, making Rachel gasp for breath as she felt Santana's fingers tease her gently. She really couldn't take much more of this. If Santana didn't hurry up, Rachel was going to end up taking charge herself.
Unaware of Rachel's thoughts, Santana allowed her gaze to filter over the skin on show, licking her lips as she did so. She wanted to do so much, all at once, and couldn't decide where to start. She'd been thinking about this for months, and now it was actually happening, she was at a loss. She wanted to touch, to taste, to lick, to suck, to bite and to devour. Thankfully, Rachel's body seemed up for all of that and more.
With the realisation of where Santana's mouth was going as she began to kiss down her pubic bone, Rachel couldn't help but buck her hips, eagerly trying to seek out Santana's touch. She needed something, anything, before Santana did that or she wouldn't last. One kiss, one lick, one taste and she'd be a goner.
Santana finally reached her destination and she couldn't fight the whimper that broke through. Fucking hell. Her girl was fucking gorgeous, the scent overwhelming her senses, her tongue desperate to taste her, and her fingers just itching to feel the wet heat awaiting.
"Please, Santana, please," Rachel whined, her hands reaching up and gripping the pillows above her in desperation.
With one look, Santana knew there was no point waiting any longer and placed a very light kiss to Rachel's clit, causing her to buck up frantically for more. That brought a chuckle from Santana's lips, and she knew if she wanted to continue she'd need to keep Rachel's hips on the bed.
"Try to stay still, or you might do me some damage." She could already see that ending in disaster if Rachel didn't keep her hips grounded.
"You're doing me damage by teasing," Rachel replied, her mind having gone to mush. Santana grinned wider at that and shook her head, happy to cease the teasing.
Her fingers caressed Rachel first, slipping over her slowly, as if there was no rush. To Rachel, there was most definitely a rush. She couldn't take this much longer. If Santana didn't cooperate, she was going to shove her own hand down there and take care of herself. She needed to come. She needed a release. There was ringing in her ears, her vision gone, just pre-empting the orgasm ahead, if she was ever going to get one.
The feeling of Rachel on her fingers, wet and warm, Santana couldn't hold back any more and with one broad stroke of her tongue from bottom to top, she had Rachel frantically opening her legs wider, moaning aloud, and groaning in frustration after she stopped.
It was only a momentary stop, as Santana didn't have the willpower to stay away long. Sinking back in, she swirled her tongue around Rachel's entrance, her nose prodding at her clit, and drawing patterns over Rachel's flesh.
The whole thing was maddening, Rachel's back arching under her ministrations once more, and her body feeling like it was on fire. Santana's tongue continued to tease at her entrance, sliding through her folds, circle her clit and pull her closer and closer to ecstasy.
The girl on the coffee table was definitely not faking. No way could someone fake this. Santana was too skilled at it. She knew when to use broad strokes and firm strokes to wind up and bring down. She knew when to suck and to lick to draw the most out of the body before her. She knew exactly how to worship a girl, and it was driving Rachel insane.
She was getting close, so close, when she felt Santana's hand slip away from her hip and slide down between her legs. Santana's face was all but buried down there, teasing her, destroying her, and it only improved when she felt two fingers slide effortlessly in. There was no fighting the urge to buck her hips and she did so with a lengthy moan and a quick grasp at Santana's hair. She tugged, begging Santana to focus on her clit, but the girl was preoccupied elsewhere.
With each thrust of her fingers in and out of Rachel, Santana could taste more and more of her, could flick and swirl her tongue around her entrance, and could fully enjoy eating her out. It was like a drug, bringing someone this close to ecstasy. Rachel's body was under her control, and that thought shot another bout of lust though her system, causing her to moan.
She was ridiculously wet, her hips undulating against the mattress for some kind of friction, but she was focused on the girl beneath her. It was all about her. It had always been about her, and that wasn't going to change now.
Flicking her clit once before sucking it gently between her lips, she curled her fingers inside, and Santana felt Rachel tighten, saw her nipples harden as her back arched, then heard Rachel moan out loudly as she came, her orgasm throwing her over the edge in one fell swoop. It was the most erotic thing Santana had ever seen, and she slowed the lasting kisses and flicks of her tongue down, eventually using broad strokes to taste the remainder of Rachel, before crawling back up her body, leaving kisses over her skin as she did so.
Rachel had been flying, hitting cloud nine and going higher. Then to feel Santana's lips kissing their way up her body, scorching her skin, nipping at her neck again, she writhed beneath her and fought to get her breath back. It had been stolen from her lungs, and her body was still quaking in its wake.
She clutched at Santana frantically, still feeling like she was falling, plummeting towards the ground at a million miles an hour. Just being this close to her, having her arms rubbing at her skin softly and letting her catch her breath was calming her down, grounding her at a more even pace, until she could focus, could hear properly, and see everything clearly again.
"I'm not done with you yet," Santana murmured, nuzzling into Rachel's neck, and feeling her moan out. God, that should be illegal. Santana should not be allowed to utter such things and throw her back off into the abyss, with her thighs clenching tightly again. Of course, she was not going to argue, and actually turned into Santana's kiss, ready to do some of her own exploring.
Rachel was certain she wouldn't make it through the night, but her death would be glorious, and she was welcoming it with open arms.
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In the early hours of the morning, way before the sun had even thought about rising, Santana dangled off the bed, reaching for her bag. She was tangled up in the sheets, attempting to tug the strap of the bag to her and pull it closer. It was a precarious struggle, but it paid off, and then she was shoving her hand inside and feeling out for her phone.
Rachel had been asleep behind her, tucked up in bed, dead to the world, but apparently Santana's balancing act had alerted her to something going on.
"What are you doing?" Rachel whined, tugging back the covers Santana was stealing, with her eyes still shut. Really, it was too early for this, and she was too tired to even think about moving. Why was Santana even awake?
"Nothing," Santana replied, still trying to find her phone. This wasn't Mary Poppins' bag, it should be right there. Where the fuck had this thing gone?
"Doesn't look like nothing." Rachel had no idea if that was true because she still hadn't opened her eyes, but whatever. Santana didn't know that.
"I'm texting Quinn and Kurt." That sounded like a decent enough response, and Santana had hoped it would be enough to stop any further questions, but that was not the case.
"Why? What time is it?" Rachel pushed her body up, ignoring her girlfriend's gaze now honing in on where the sheet had fallen, and looked at the clock on the bedside table. "San, it's almost four a.m. What could you possible need to tell them?"
"Nothing," she repeated, finally finding the phone and rolling back onto the bed properly.
"You're lying and I don't appreciate it," Rachel murmured, coming close to snuggle into Santana's side, relishing in the skin on skin contact. The main advantage of this position, however, was the fact she could see what Santana was typing out on her phone.
You're both morons- the sink was the best idea ever. Oh, and we had sex. Let me know who won the bet- I want a cut of the winnings!
"The bet?" Rachel grumbled, and Santana froze, realising Rachel could see what she'd just typed and sent out. Just as she was about to explain, Rachel bounced into action. "Oh my God, what day is it? What's the date?!" she cried, and Santana remained frozen, watching her girlfriend vanish from the room, giving her a beautiful view of her behind as she did so.
What the fuck had just happened? She'd gone from being dead to the world one minute to the energizer bunny on speed the next. Was that normal for Rachel after sex?
Santana waited with bated breath and listened as Rachel padded into her room, and then cried out a loud 'no' before coming back. She had a pout on her lips when she came back into the room and slipped back under the covers, and Santana was fully expecting to get yelled at for making a bet on when they'd had sex, but that was most definitely not what happened.
"We should have held off two days. Two days, Santana, and I would have made four hundred dollars!" Rachel cried, shaking her head sadly.
"What?!" It was not meant to be a screech, but apparently Santana had lost the ability to control what noises she made anymore, and that was most definitely a screech.
"It's all going to Kurt! Kurt! He's going to get it now!" Rachel ranted, waving her arm, almost whacking Santana in the process who had sat up to hear this out. She really couldn't believe it.
"You knew about the bet?!" How was that even possible?
"Of course I knew! My friends and I have been in the running since we found out! Two days, two days!" she whined again, and Santana was in shock, her mouth open as if she wanted to say more but completely unable to. She needed a second just to wrap her head around this.
"Am I the only one who didn't take part in this bet?" Santana asked, looking around in wonder. It was rhetorical, but Rachel clearly didn't get that memo.
"Yes," she answered, shaking her head. "Shame, too, because we could have doubled our chances."
"How were you even allowed to bet?" There was no way Santana was allowed to, so how come Rachel got in on the action?
"I placed my bets through my friends, and since I didn't know you that well, they just thought I'd get it horribly wrong. Well, I wasn't that far off."
"You just assumed we'd be having sex?" Santana wondered, raising her eyebrows in question.
"No, but I had hoped," Rachel admitted, finally turning to look at her girlfriend. "I would have used the money to take you out," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Honestly, I just wanted to beat Kurt. He was so sure he was going to win."
"We're never going to hear the end of it," Santana murmured, dropping back onto the mattress. God, Quinn must have been losing her mind by now. She really thought she had it in the bag. "We should force him to give us some of the money. I have blackmail material we could use," she suggested, chancing a look at her girlfriend.
"Normally I would abhor such actions, but I'll make an exception in this case. Let's do it!" Rachel replied, grinning happily.
The four hundred dollars was swaying her decision, knowing that he would probably buy more questionable clothes than using it wisely. She could actually put that money to good use, instead. Santana was thinking along the same lines, just imagining what horrors Kurt would purchase with his winnings, and that shit needed to be stopped. But hell, Santana actually had permission to use her devious side for a change.
God, they were already formulating blackmail plans together, which had Santana grinning in return. This girl was perfect, absolutely perfect. Best roommate, now girlfriend, ever.
"Oh! I get to change the sign in the living room!" Rachel suddenly cried, and once again she was gone from the bed.
Okay, so maybe Santana was going to be the one who would never live things down. When Kurt and Quinn found out about her breaking that damn sink, they were going to hang it over her head for eternity. Thank God, Rachel had given her permission to be devious, because she was going to blackmail the both of them into never mentioning it. Santana just wouldn't be able to live with the shame, if they did, regardless of the glorious sex that had followed.
What had she become? Rachel had her baking and breaking sinks, was this what it was like being in love with her? Was Santana really going to be able to live like that?
With Rachel wandering round the corner into her bedroom, grinning happily, content in her nude state, Santana realised that yes, she was definitely going to be able to live like that, and very happily, too.
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