Prompt from oohweeshawdee on Tumblr: Rachel and Santana watch the Lakers play the Knicks. Rachel knows next to nothing about the game.
"Yeah! Touchdown!"
Santana rolled her eyes. "Wrong game, Rachel."
"But he got points," Rachel said.
"Touchdowns are in football," Santana replied. She grabbed the bowl of guacamole and pulled it into her lap. "Didn't you used to date a guy who played football and basketball?"
Rachel cleared her throat. "I didn't really pay close attention to the game," she admitted, watching the men on television weave across the court.
"Oh?" Santana smirked, setting aside her guacamole and turning towards Rachel. She raised an eyebrow, sliding her arm along the back of the couch. "And just what were you paying attention to if it wasn't your boyfriend?"
"Nothing in particular."
"No?" Santana asked, fingers sliding down the couch and across Rachel's neck lightly. She ran her nails across Rachel's skin. "You wouldn't have been watching the cheerleaders, would you?"
Rachel shivered. "N-no."
Santana moved closer, her leg sliding against Rachel's and her fingers slipping inside the back of Rachel's shirt. She brought her other hand to rest on Rachel's thigh, her thumb stroking the soft skin there. "Are you sure?" she drawled, leaning forward to brush her lips against Rachel's ear.
Rachel inhaled and nodded.
Santana grinned, pressing a kiss against Rachel's neck and digging her nails into Rachel's thigh.
"Touchdown!" Rachel screamed, jumping up and cheering as Santana fell against the couch cushions.
"Now you pay attention to the game."