Catching up
Rachel waited anxiously by the door, pacing back and forth, forever thankful that she had convinced her fathers to go visit her grandparents for a day or two. It meant the house was empty, and she can Santana could spent time together without supervision.
Now that her fathers knew she was… attracted to women, well, they had enacted the same rules about having females friends over as well as male.
But at least they trusted her home alone.
The point was, Rachel hadn't had a chance to do much more than hug and kiss Santana for… awhile. And it was terrible. She'd been able to handle it when she was sure that Santana would stay with Brittany, but now that she was getting her chance, she had dearly missed feeling Santana touch her.
She didn't think they'd go all the way yet- in fact she was sure of it. But she knew that Santana was okay with the not-sex-sex (as she called it), and so was Rachel. She figured that as long as she could get Santana off, the details weren't too important. Except… well…
And she'd been thinking about this for awhile now, but, she wanted to try something. It involved her tongue, and Santana at least naked from the waist down.
She doubted the other girl would object at all, but she just hoped Santana would be patient with her. Singing talents aside, she had no idea what she was doing. But she had researched, and had some good textual knowledge. And she felt ready to try, for certain.
So, well, no time like the present, right?
Just then the doorbell rang, jolting her from her thoughts. Quickly Rachel pulled the door open, practically dragged Santana inside, and didn't hesitate to press her against the closed door in a hard, heated kiss.
Verbal greetings later, she thought, kissing now.
It had been entirely too long since she could do this.
When she had officially been with Brittany, Santana hadn't had sex with her, which in hindsight was weird considering they had had sex when not officially dating. That maybe should have been a sign for her right there that something was wrong, that she couldn't quite let go of Rachel. But as it was, that meant it had been quite some time since she'd been touched or touched anyone in that way, and Santana missed it so much her skin itched for Rachel to be on her.
So when the girl greeted her at the door with all lips and hands and no words, Santana went with it immediately, hands sliding to cup her waist and shoulder to pull her close. She kissed her back just as eagerly, wanting almost to devour her with her hunger to be close.
"I missed- you-" panted Rachel between kissed, immediately moving the hand on her shoulder to her chest, and the one on her waist to her ass. All of two weeks ago, she would have been blushing madly at having Santana's hands on her like this. And maybe later, she'd still blush, but right now she just wanted Santana to touch her. Needed it.
She drank up Santana's kiss like water, opening her lips to invite the girl's tongue in, wrapping her own around it and giving a meager fight for control before relenting, letting Santana set the pace.
Her hips rocked into the Cheerio's own, and even that slight bit of friction had her whimpering with need as her hands tangled themselves in Santana's hair and she rocked her hips again, shifting to straddling one of Santana's strong thighs, and this time she mostly definitely moaned as she ground down on the solid muscles.
Oh holy shit Rachel was moving way faster than she had expected. Rachel wanted her to touch her THERE and THERE and she was moving her hands to do that and now she was feeling her boob and her ass and even through clothes oh godddd.
Pressing against Santana's thigh in between her legs her mouth on hers her tongue hand in her hair and Santana's thoughts were gone. There were no thoughts but how good this felt, how much she needed and wanted this, how much she had missed this, and so she melted against Rachel, letting her manipulate her exactly how she wanted before straightening up again, her skin flushed, as she began to take back control.
Leading their kissing now, she slid her hands beneath her shirt and down her skirt, fingers stroking with sure, firm gestures even as she began to back Rachel towards the wall, wanting to move up and down her body giving the girl no where else to go.
Rachel didn't realize that she was being backed up until she was up against the nearest wall in the entryway, back pressed up hard against it as hands grabbed her ass firmly, making her moan and jerk her hips harder down onto Santana's thigh.
She set a rhythm, rolling her hips firmly as she let Santana take over the rest, though couldn't resist one of her hands sliding down from the girl's hair to cup one of the Cheerio's boobs.
It didn't take long for her skirt to ride up, leaving only her underwear and Santana's jeans as barriers, and Rachel wondered if she could feel how hot and wet she was, if the girl would get mad at her for staining her jeans, or just think it was hot. Those thoughts were far away, however, as she increased her pace frantically, feeling ridiculously close to some sort of climax.
In hindsight, going from regular… well, this, to nothing at all, for over a week… Rachel wasn't too surprised how close she was. And that was okay, because they had as long as Santana wanted to stay, and a lot of time to make up for.
Santana could feel Rachel's wetness, the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear, and it was all she could do not to just reach beneath her skirt and tear them off her, right then and there. This was driving her CRAZY.
Rachel was rubbing against her, and Santana wasted no time in helping her, one hand moving to her hip to press her down more firmly against her, the other sliding up Rachel's leg and towards her underwear, pressing her fingers firmly against, just above where Rachel was bearing down on her. With both hands in position she managed to balance them both while helping further stimulate her, her own skin flushing from neck up with her own arousal to this. She couldn't believe how long she had gone without this. She really had been insane.
It didn't much more after that, especially once Santana was actively working to get her off. With a sharp inhale, hips jolting sharply once as the rest of her body tensed and shuddered, Rachel's head dropped to Santana's shoulder and she came with a loud moan, whimpering and panting as her orgasm rocked through her.
It was over much too quickly for her liking, and her legs became momentarily useless, making her grateful that Santana could hold her up and was supporting her.
Chest heaving, clinging to Santana tightly, Rachel allowed herself a minute or so to enjoy the aftershocks, but as the haze cleared a little, she remembered that she had a mission, and that Santana was probably most definitely not going to argue about it.
Without a word, she let out a deep exhale, and, biting her lip, drew back just enough to slowly drop down to her knees. Once there, she looked up at the girl, swallowing her anxiety and taking one of Santana's hands set it on her head- more permission that she was allowed to do so than anything else. "I- I want to try s-something— if that's- if that's okay with you. So… um… I a-apologize now if it's terrible. O-or something. "
Santana held Rachel, distantly aware of her heart knocking hard against her ribcage, of the tension of her muscles as Rachel recovered from her pleasure, entwining herself around her. She shifted her hand from between Rachel's legs to her back, supporting her now and slowly rubbing a hand over her head and hair as she too caught her breath.
Somehow, making Rachel get off was one of the sexiest things she could imagine experiencing. The only thing better would be Rachel getting her off herself.
When Rachel drew back, Santana started to pull away, confused, thinking that maybe she was needing a break to pull herself together. But then she dropped to her knees, and Santana's mind immediately drew suspicions she tried to push away. This was Rachel. Rachel said no under clothes, so no way was she…
But she was putting her hand to her head again. Saying something about trying something…no frigging way was Santana that lucky, right?
"Okay," she said slowly, still trying to convince herself she was wrong. "Go ahead."
Clearing her throat, focusing on her 'mission' so to speak, Rachel took a calming breath in, released it slowly, and reached out to unbutton Santana's jeans.
Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest that it was the only thing she could hear at this point, and as she took the zipper and drew it down, she was immediately hit by the heady scent of Santana's arousal through her underwear, making her head spin and her mouth actually water. Still, her hands shook as she drew the jeans down, letting them fall to Santana's ankles, and she was left with the side of the girl's dark, partial lace underwear.
The incoherent sound that escaped her throat was completely unrecognizable to Rachel's own ears, but it definitely sounded somewhere between desperate and incredibly turned on, which was also ridiculously considering she had just had an orgasm…
Finally, pulling herself together, she drew Santana's lacey underwear down as well, revealing the girl's trimmed, glistening folds. "Oh- Oh wow… " she murmured. Was it weird to think that Santana's sex was beautiful? Should she say something? Or was it weird to be staring, too? It was probably weird, so Rachel looked up, biting her lip.
"T-tell me, I mean, don't, you know, be afraid to tell me what to do, or guide me… I've never done this at all, so…"
….she hadn't been wrong. No way, no fucking way no pun intended was this happening oh man it totally was…
Rachel was taking down her jeans, then her underwear, so slowly and carefully that Santana almost screamed with impatience. Was she deliberately teasing her? Even as she tried to help her speed up, kicking out of the jeans and lifting her feet to help herself out of her underwear, it seemed much too long to happen. What she wanted was Rachel's hands, and Rachel's mouth too if she would allow it, all over her. All in her. NOW.
Normally she would feel weird and self-conscious for someone to stare at her like that, with her thighs and hips right there in her face so she could see them without any covering at all. Normally she would start to focus on how she wanted them to be smaller or more shapely, how she wanted to readjust them in some way. But Rachel didn't even seem to notice them. She was looking at her sex alone, looking at it like it was something amazing, not in the drooling, speechless kind of way of a horny guy, but in a Rachel way…like she was in awe. It was completely weird but completely flattering and sexy at the same time.
Rachel better touch her RIGHT NOW or she was really going to scream. Already she was wet, her chest rising and falling shallowly, without her even moving to do so.
"You won't hurt me," she breathed as she reached out for Rachel's hand, placing it high on her inner thigh. "Just…go."
With one last breath, Rachel leaned in, setting her hands where Santana placed them, put more outwards so that she could grip, and took a slow, tentative lick from the bottom of Santana's folds to the top.
She took a second or two to decide if she liked it or not, and, after licking her lick, decided that, though strange, it was not a bad taste, and she could definitely get used to it with practice.
Knowing that, Rachel used her hands to push against Santana's thighs, asking the girl to spread out a little further, and once she did so, Rachel began exploring every inch of Santana's sex with her tongue. She ran the tip through the folds, moving from the outer inwards, zig-zagging almost, trying to see what made Santana react the most, as well as lap up more of the arousal coming from the hot center.
After a few moments, deciding it was now or never, she took a deep breath, and pressed herself fully against Santana's pussy, pushing her tongue inside of the tight, pulsing inner muscles. She moaned at the feeling of Santana's inner walls around her tongue, then hummed lightly, recalling something she had read about vibrations and making use of them.
Santana's muscles tensed and contracted, her inner thighs quivering as Rachel's tongue entered her, and she widened her eyes involuntarily, sucking in her breath with sharp pleasure. She was producing juices at a steady rate already, even before this, and as Rachel continued to give her attentions thoroughly, she found herself hissing wordlessly with her reaction, then muttering swear words under her breath as the girl seemingly expertly upped her arousal that much more.
Where the hell had Rachel the virgin LEARNED all this? Or what kind of movies had she been watching?
When Santana felt Rachel's tongue fully penetrate her, licking her walls, then the strangely tickling feeling of…was she talking into her?!- she could not contain herself for a second longer. Everything had been building up to this, and as she came, giving a short shriek, her hands gripping Rachel's hair, she accidentally pulled on it, harder than intended. Her breathing ragged, back slumped against the wall, legs spread wide, Santana slid her hands down to Rachel's shoulders and held on as though to support herself, her eyes shut, smiling widely even as she apologized.
"S-Sorry. Didn't…mean to…pull…"
Rachel was pretty sure that she had a small orgasm the same time Santana did- especially if the way her muscles clenched when the girl pulled her hair was any indication.
Lapping up as much of the wetness as she could, more or less trying to clean Santana up a bit and let her come down slowly, Rachel waited until she was satisfied with her work before pulled away enough to actually speak, licking her lips and smiling shyly. "It- it's fine. I um… I liked it. And uh… yeah." Now she was blushing hotly, what she had just done hitting full force.
She had just gone down on her Santana on her knees, she had made Santana actually climax by doing it. She did that. Her.
And it had been… well, incredibly hot.
So much so that she decided they needed to move this to the bedroom, iif only because her knees were getting sore and she doubted either of them wanted to keep standing. So, getting to her feet slowly, legs nearly as shaky as Santana's she cleared her throat. "Um… bedroom?" she asked with a small, far too shy smile, considering what she had just done.
Rachel hadn't even wiped off her mouth. She had basically eaten her out and then licked her lips. It was so unexpectedly sexy that Santana slumped further, feeling further twinging between her legs even as she tried to regroup.
Rachel's face was red, though whether this was from embarrassment or shyness or arousal, Santana didn't know and couldn't bring herself to bother caring about, at least now. What she wanted was to grab Rachel close to her and kiss her until they both melted in a pool of limbs on the floor- as soon as she could breathe again.
But Rachel took it one step further mentioning the bedroom. Santana wasn't about to turn her down as she pushed herself on trembling legs back from the wall, taking Rachel's hand.
Taking the offered hand, smiling brightly, Rachel took a small step, making sure her legs would actually support her, then led Santana upstairs to her room.
Once inside, Rachel closed the door (out of habit more than anything), and then took Santana's other hand, walking backwards towards her bed. She slid up on it, letting go of the hands, and settled in the middle of it, leaning back on the pillows. She was still flushed, from shyness and her orgasm both, but she was also wet, and, well, she wasn't sure she was willing to go all the way, necessarily, but she knew she wanted to keep kissing and feeling Santana.
Sitting up a bit, eyes never leaving the other girl's, Rachel removed her sweater, then her tank top, leaving only her bra. Smirking a little, raising an eyebrow in challenge, she spoke, "Are you just going to stand there, Lopez? Or are you going to make me beg again?" she teased, though she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't asking exactly for that…
Santana didn't have to be asked twice. Seeing Rachel leaning back against her bed with all that exposed skin, her breasts rising up out of her bra there for her to see more fully than ever before, was taking her to a new level of enjoyment. She had pictured repeatedly in her head what they must look like, based off fast glimpses while changing in Glee and what she herself had felt through and beneath clothes, but now to see them in front of her with nothing else in the way, free to look as long as she wanted…
She was so damn lucky. And she had no idea how come it had taken her so long to figure out that Rachel Berry was ridiculously sexy.
"I could make you beg without touching you at all," she shot back, her voice throatier than usual when Rachel teased her, even as she took a slow step forward. "But I'm impatient today, so…"
She took a sudden lunge forward, hitting the space beside Rachel with full bodily impact and flinging her arm across her chest, knocking her backwards with her. Smiling widely, she shifted herself so she was now straddling Rachel, sitting on her bare stomach, and it wasn't until she felt herself becoming wet all over again that she connected the dots of the fact that she still wasn't wearing underwear. But that wasn't something she was gonna change, at least unless Rachel asked her to back off, so she leaned forward, her inner muscles already contracting as she began to kiss her, the hand not supporting herself over her beginning to stroke her breasts both above and beneath the bra.
Squeaking as Santana tackled her, Rachel felt heat shoot straight down her spine and to her core, the wind nearly being knocked out of her from the impact and suddenness.
And then Santana was straddling her, without any underwear, at all. Rachel wouldn't actually feel the heat radiating from the girl's core, and when Santana leaned for a dominating kiss, all she could do was whimper and melt into the mattress even as her back arched up into the touch of Santana's hand on her chest. "Oh God…." she moaned when warm hands slipped under her bra.
Her nipples felt like they were actually straining against her skin and bra, and Rachel's hands went straight to Santana's hair once again, returning the kiss with just as much frenzy, toes curling and thighs clenching tightly together as she tried to give herself some relief.
How bad was it that she was already ready to beg?
Because she was ready to do it. She'd do nearly anything at this point to get some more contact between her legs, and on her chest. Definitely on her chest. "T-take it off," she managed to get out in a small break from the hard, passionate kiss. "M'bra. Off," she tried to clarify.
Again, not a task Santana was protesting or delaying on. Rising from Rachel's lips just enough to be able to see what she was doing, she fumbled at her back for the bra's clasp, undoing it and then peeling the straps down off Rachel's shoulders, pausing to kiss and lightly flick her tongue across her clavicle for each before lifting the bra off her breasts.
She swallowed audibly as Rachel's breasts came into view for her the first time in full. They were perfect, pale and exactly the right size in Santana's opinion, their nipples hardened already as Santana gently cupped them, still straddling Rachel's stomach as she bent over, having to slide herself down Rachel's legs and almost lie over her to position her mouth over her breast.
"Beautiful," she murmurred before lightly touching her tongue to Rachel's left nipple, still gently fingering her right breasts with her free hand.
Rachel shivered as her bra was removed, the air against her hot skin causing goosebumps to rise. But that was quickly ignored as Santana removed her bra completely.
In the few seconds where Santana was just looking, she had the intense urge to cover herself up, insecurities bubbling up quickly. However, as Santana began to touch her, softly but with purpose, shifting down and- Oh Gods. That was Santana'smouth.
Gasping, hips jerking up on their own accord, back arching once again and one hand going to Santana's hair as the other twisted into the covers of the bed. "Fuck" she swore, not even realizing the word had come out of her mouth. And the she registered Santana's words, and her heart swelled even as her legs parted to allow the Latina to lay between them.
When Santana had touched her chest over her clothes, it had been really good. But this direct contact, with nimble fingers playing with one hard nipple and the other being teased with the girl's tongue and lips? Rachel had never felt anything like it.
And it was Santana Lopez causing all of it. That alone drove her wild, made it so much better knowing that the girl she loved, and loved her, was the one doing this with her.
As Santana slid herself down between Rachel's open legs, her lower abdomen pressing against Rachel's core, her hair fell forward, brushing the sides of Rachel's torso and the tops of her legs as she continued to work on Rachel's breasts. Her thumb continued to gently but firmly rub over one exposed nipple as her tongue mirrored the gesture on the other, occasionally flicking over the breast surrounding it before returning.
She grinned, having to pull back to laugh when she heard Rachel swear, briefly hiding her laughter by putting her face between the other girl's breasts. She was more pleased with herself over having gotten Rachel to swear even than by Rachel's body's reaction. For Rachel Berry to say "fuck" was probably one of Santana's greatest accomplishments to date, in her opinion.
Her breath tickling Rachel's skin as she swallowed back further laughter, she returned to her breasts, continuing to stimulate for another minute before working down lower, tickling the indent in between her breasts and navel before dipping her tongue in her navel as well. She wasn't sure if Rachel would like that, but she'd test it. And if she'd let her, well, she'd keep moving down.
It took Rachel a moment to realize what Santana was doing, as she was mostly just caught up in all the different sensations Santana was causing, and focusing on trying to breath regularly; it was difficult with the way Santana was manipulating her chest, though. She had known her chest to be rather sensitive, but she hadn't thought it was that sensitive.
As Santana moved lower, Rachel's breath hitched, and tensed, looking down at the girl between her legs, suddenly incredibly conflicted.
Was she ready for that? It seemed so soon- they weren't even really dating yet, were they? Santana hadn't asked, and neither had she, and— But… On the other hand, they did love each other… They had said it, and if the way she reacted to every little touch said anything, Rachel's body was certainly ready to go further than chest high…
Still, it was nerve wracking. Did Santana intend on just doing what Rachel had done? Penetrating her completely? Sex was still sex, of course, but one would surely hurt more than the other and if there were going to be fingers involved she definitely wanted Santana up next to her to cling to… Biting her lip, Rachel took a shuddering breath in, trying to relax a little.
She hated how nervous this was suddenly making her. It was Santana, after all… Though maybe that was part of it. Not in a bad way, just… in a way that, she didn't want to mess up somehow.
"I- Uh… O-okay." she finally affirmed, settling back again and letting her body's wants take over a little more. But she did take one of the girl's hands in her own, squeezing it, then arched her back a little as a shiver of anticipation and arousal ran through her. "K-keep going. Please." With her decision made, the haze of arousal was back, and she knew her underwear were ruined.
Santana paused when she felt Rachel tense in a new way,
a way that seemed attributable more to nerves or stress than to arousal. Removing her tongue from her navel, she lifted her head, meeting Rachel's eyes, but the other girl was taking a deep breath, reaching for her hand, and lying back down, seeming to have come to a decision.
As Rachel assured her to continue, Santana squeezed her hand back, lightly stroking her hand over her head, down across her neck, over her arm, her side, and across her stomach, then tracing down to her thigh. With that hand still on her thigh, she massaged slowly, to reassure and relax her muscles, then eased her legs slightly more apart, sliding herself further down between them so her head was level with Rachel's crotch. She continued to rub Rachel's leg for a few moments before easing down her underwear.
She took a moment to swallow, catching her breath, as her heartbeat sped up. Rachel was gorgeous….so friggin gorgeous, she couldn't think of what to say.
"Let me know if I need to stop," she muttered, even as she moved between her legs, gently stroking her fingers over Rachel's outer lips, just the outsides for now. Then she leaned in to lick, very lightly, barely moving her tongue around the outside before slipping it in, still being very careful and slow in her movements.
Letting herself relax into Santana's touch, her nerves easing at the pace and with each slow, firm pass of Santana's hand over her body. It anchored her, much like the hand in hers, and she knew she had made the right choice. She felt like she was being cared for, cared about, and it didn't long for her anxiety to melt away, eyes fluttering shut and a breathy moan escape her lips.
The next time her breath hitched, it was for an entirely differently reason than before, her hips jerking and a surprised, pleased little "Oh!" falling from her lips.
Santana had barely touched her, was barely touching her, but she felt a small flood of wetness at the contact already, hand squeezing Santana's as her toes curled again and her legs parted further. "That's… Oh my…" she murmured, barely aware that words were even being spoken from her lips.
Why had she waited so long again to let Santana touch her directly?
On the other hand, would it have felt nearly this good? Because she was pretty sure that just the fact that Santana was with her, officially or not, and loved her, was making a world of difference, and she felt her muscles quivering, heart rate picking up as she waited for Santana to do more.
Santana would have smiled, but her mouth was a bit busy. As Rachel reacted to her administrations, hips bucking, wetness already spreading over Santana's tongue, she squeezed the girl's hand back, her fingers starting to numb with her tight grip, but she didn't care. She loved this, loved making Rachel feel this…
She continued, avoiding Rachel's clitoris for the moment and instead slowly licking her inner walls, with just small strokes at first, then slightly faster, firmer, tracing small patterns. When she lifted her head briefly, panting, to catch her breath, then went back down, finding and touching the tip of her tongue to Rachel's clitoris, she was wet herself, her heart thudding in her chest.
By the time Santana tongued her clit, Rachel felt ready to scream. She was already moaning and whimpering just under her breath, head back and eyes closed as her body jumped and twitched in response to the stimulation at her core, skin flushed and a light coating of sweat starting to form as she got closer and closer to losing it.
She whined, just that side of desperate, as she felt Santana flick her clit with her tongue, the pleasure shooting through the small bundle of nerves and straight up her spine, back to the pit of her stomach as the tight coil of heat twisted and churned, and without thinking she brought her other hand, the one not in Santana's, up to her chest and began to pinch and pull at her nipple, almost roughly.
Santana's name fell from her lips in small, nearly incoherent sighs, and her hips had started a steady rolling, the pace increasing as she got closer. In the back of her mind she told herself that she'd really have to work on her self-control, so that she could last longer, but right now she was so turned on, and all these touches and feelings were so new and thrilling, that she wasn't even ashamed of how close she was already.
"C-close," she squeaked out, voice strained from arousal as she chest heaved and strands of hair stuck to her forehead as she threw her head to one side, biting her lip hard and digging the balls of her feet against the mattress. "S- oh God, San-"
Santana's nerves sparked with new heat as Rachel grabbed her chest and began to play with her nipple, in a nearly aggressive fashion that was unexpected but very, very enjoyable. Stifling a groan, she tightened her fingers in Rachel's hand even further, hearing something pop but unable to tell whether it was her joint or Rachel's making the noise.
Rachel was sweating, her skin slick and salty and erotic in taste and smell both, and Santana lightly dug her nails into her thigh, bearing down as she licked her clitoris again, with longer, harder pressure now, holding it for several seconds.
Rachel came with a scream, at least until it was choked off as her orgasm raced through her, much harder than her first one had been. Her hand on her tit flew back to the bed, twisting into the sheets tightly, her hips snapping up and back arching, toes curling and every single muscle tensing and tightening as her inner muscles trembled and quaked.
Trembling, body wracked with shocks of pleasure as every nerve ignited, Rachel swore she actually saw stars, and as she slowly came down, sound rushing back to her ears and heart beating wildly, breathing completely irregular and eyes closed, she felt as though she were floating.
That had definitely been too short… and yet so… so good. "Wow…." she murmured, dazed with pleasure, head still spinning from her orgasm. Then every muscle just… relaxed— melted, really, her grip on Santana's hand become completely laxed.
She felt like she should say more, but felt like she had completely forgotten how to make words. Her body was pleasantly heavy, and she was still experiencing aftershocks. Her breathing was finally starting to calm down, too, though her vision wouldn't focus, and her limbs felt like lead.
Santana wasn't so calm herself. Her breathing was catching and sputtering in her throat, her skin almost as warm as Rachel's to the touch, and she could feel her muscles still twitching slightly in her legs as she pulled back, giving Rachel and herself both room to breathe. After a few moments she lay down, her cheek against Rachel's thigh, her hand also loose in the other girl's as she lay her other hand on her opposite thigh, letting out a long sigh that tickled her bare skin. She didn't say anything for several moments, just enjoying herself and Rachel near her, her knowledge that she had given the girl so much pleasure, so fast.
"Now you know," she said at last, giving her hand a very lazy squeeze.
Smiling, pretty sure she looked completely smitten, Rachel hummed, giving a weak tug on their interlaced hands. "C'mere," she mumbled, cracking her eyes open just enough to see Santana. "Cuddle," she said again, giving another small tug.
Her world was finally starting to right itself more, and she was starting to cool down, the air on her quickly cooling skin making her shiver lightly, and she sighed.
On one hand, that had been absolutely fantastic and part of her really did wonder why she had waited so long. But, again, she was actually glad she did. It felt more right, and they finally went all the way, Rachel was sure it would feel even more right. Now, if Santana could just cuddle her for awhile, she'd be perfect.
"I'll…" she yawned a little, feeling sleepy, and yet not at the same time. "return favor later…" Rachel finished.
Sliding herself slowly up Rachel's body, Santana nestled in chest to chest with her, legs overlapping as she lay her head beneath Rachel's chin, wrapping her arms around the girl's back. Closing her eyes, she found herself unconsciously humming along with Rachel, not even aware of what the song was, but still joining in, in harmony.
She felt Rachel shiver beneath her and smirked to herself. How the girl could already be cold, when the only thing keeping Santana attached to her when she herself felt so overheated was that Rachel had asked for it and it still felt good, despite the heat, was beyond her. She squirmed a little, looking for cooler places in Rachel's skin to press her own flushed flesh against.
"K," she murmured back to Rachel, not really listening to her.
She could hardly believe this had just happened. Rachel had finally let her really touch her, go down on her, and had done the same for her. And it had been nothing short of amazing.
It didn't matter then that she was still worried about Brittany or upset over her household events, that she was still being harassed online and occasionally at school. It was still an awesome day.
