Chapter 29

Santana sat at her desk in the living room, typing away on her laptop. Alex had crawled into her lap and fallen asleep about 20 minutes earlier and Cale was leaning against her leg under the desk playing with his Batman action figures. It had been close to ten weeks since the attack and trial and Santana's leg was finally out of its plaster casting allowing her to begin physical therapy.

Avalon Records had changed some in the last few weeks and Santana was still on the hunt for a new head of business to partner with her in the company. She was good at development and artist relations stuff, but her background was not in the business side of the music industry. Unfortunately, the entertainment news had found out the truth behind Tobias Spencer's arrest and Santana's face had been splashed over the tabloids and the talk shows for the last three weeks. Anytime she went outside she was photographed and people yelled at her.

Luckily, the children had been left out of the equation. The house was secure enough that they were never photographed and the new laws made it illegal to photograph a child without the parent's consent. Rachel simply wasn't well known enough to be on the radar.

Santana was finishing reviewing applications from people wanting the open position, the boys more than content to just hang out with Santana while their mother went to pick up Kayla from a friend's. Jesse's parents were going to be in town and had offered to take the three children out and to spend some time with them for the rest of the weekend. For the first time in a while, they were getting the chance to be really alone without any injuries or horrible pasts to get in the way.

Rachel was just arriving back home with Kayla - walking since it was only a couple of blocks and the press hadn't seemed to have caught wind of her role in the Spencer Scandal as it was beginning to be called - when she spotted the familiar white SUV pulling up in front of their house. She smiled, giving Kayla's hand a squeeze and pointing at the SUV and the grey haired woman waving from the passenger window with a smile. "Sweetie, look who's here."

Kayla's eyes went big and she tugged on Rachel's hand but didn't let go. "Grandma and Grandpa!" She looked up at Rachel with a bright smile, "Can I go say hi, Mama?"

"Let's wait until they're parked and getting out, little star." Rachel answered, continuing to walk down the street towards their front stoop. "How do you feel about spending the weekend with them? Just you and your brothers?"

"All weekend? Like Ally's sleepover last month?" Kayla's eyes were big as she tried to grasp what was being said, "And when we stayed with Granddad and Granddaddy when Santi got hurt?" Her little brow furrowed with worry and she tugged on Rachel's hand, "Santi's okay?"

"Yes, sweetheart, Santana's fine and getting better every day, I promise. Grandma and Grandpa just had the weekend off and wanted to spend it out at the lake with their favorite grandkids." Rachel smiled, pausing to wave at Maria as she climbed out of the SUV with her husband's assistance, "So, yes, all weekend and you get to stay the whole time. Sound good?"

Kayla nodded, finally pulling away to race over and hug her grandparents. "Hi, Grandma! Hi, Grandpa! Mama says Lex and Caley and I can stay with you all weekend!"

David chuckled, hugging her back. "That's right, Kayla. All weekend. Your grandma and I rented a cabin up by the lake for the weekend, so you remember how to swim right?"

"I'm a guppy!" He looked up at her mother in confusion.

Rachel laughed, heading up the stairs to unlock the front door, "She means at the Y. She's in the guppy group of her swim class."

"Oh, I see!" The big man chuckled as he lifted the little girl up in the air, following his wife and daughter-in-law inside. "That sounds very important, Kayla. You must be a very good swimmer then!"

"I am!" She nodded proudly, little arms wrapped around his neck.

"Santana? Boys?" Rachel called into the house as she dropped her keys in the basket on the hall table, "We're home and we have guests!"

Santana was still clicking away a her work. Alex was sitting on her lap, sucking his thumb and humming a song as Cale kept playing with his toys. She sang along softly as she typed pausing every once in awhile when Cale tugged at her leg or Alex said 'mommy' which was his new phrase to call Santana.

"Mama?" Cale exclaimed when he heard Rachel's voice. "Santa! Mama's home!" he beamed, bolting to the door.

Rachel barely managed to brace herself before Cale threw himself at her with an excited shout. "Mama! You're back!"

Laughing, she spun in a tight circle, holding him tight. "I was only down the street getting your sister, little man. Were you and your brother good for Santana while I was gone?"

He planted his hands on her shoulders and nodded with a bright smile. "We were good, Mama. I played with Batman inna Batcave an Lex sat in Santa's lap."

"Did you now?" She chuckled, setting him on his feet so he could see his grandparents coming in with Kayla, "Look who Kayla and I found."

"Gramma an Grampa are here!" He crowed, flinging himself at Maria. The older woman laughed, barely catching him.

As the grandparents talked with their grandchildren, Rachel headed into the living room to find the rest of her family. Stepping to Santana before she could get her cane and stand up, she leaned over and kissed her softly. "Hi, sweetheart. Maria and David are here to pick up the children for the weekend."

Santana smiled, leaning up and kissing Rachel softly before her in-laws could see them. She held Alex tightly as she did so.

"Mama! Mommy! Kiss!" Alex clapped as he tried to smoosh his face in with them. "Kiss! Kiss. Kiss!" he giggled as he puckered is lips and tried to kiss his mom. "Mama!" He pouted when Rachel didn't pull her lips from his mommy's. Santana pulled away and held Alex up to kiss Rachel.

"He's getting demanding and stealing my kisses." She smiled, before looking behind her and blushing. "Hi Mrs. and Mr. St. James." She helped Alex climb down and toddle over to his grandparents.

"Just like his father was at that age," Maria responded with a soft smile, handing Cale off to David - who had set Kayla down so she could pull her jacket and shoes off - and kneeling to catch her youngest - and last - grandchild as he toddled towards her laughing. "At times, I wondered if I'd ever get to kiss my husband again." She laughed softly, standing and giving Alex a little bounce as he sloppily kissed her cheek, smiling across the room at Santana. "Hello again, Santana. Rachel told me you'd been injured when we spoke last. Your knee, I believe? Are you doing better now?"

She blushed and nodded to her still quiet black and blue looking knee. "Yep. 10 weeks and a surgery." she rolled her eyes at the thought of her knee still not being better. "But, it's getting there. Physical therapy and what not is helping. I'm quite happy to be able to walk freely again." She smiled, pulling her other leg up to her chest, resting her busted leg out straight still.

Rachel toyed with some of Santana's hair as she stayed standing beside her chair. "I'm certain she'll be good as new soon enough, Maria. She's quite the fighter and it's exceedingly difficult to keep her down. A trait I certainly hope she'll teach these little rascals."

"That's good. You need both legs to keep up with little boys and girls after all," David chuckled stealing Alex from his grandmother to give him a bear hug pop him up to perch on his shoulders, tiny hands fisting in curly brown hair.

"So, I hear you're taking them swimming?" Santana smiled, "I packed their bags. Cale has his Batman swim shorts and Alex has his water diapers... Kayla, I packed your purple bathing suit and kickboard." She had taken Kayla to physical therapy with her earlier in the week and picked her up a board when she loved it at the aquatic centre. "That okay, star?"

"Uh-huh," Kayla nodded at Santana as she came in after putting her things away. "Thank you, Santi."

She came over and hugged the woman, being careful of her knee. Before leaving though she bent over and very carefully kissed the bruised skin as she did every time she was close to the injured woman since she'd been hurt. "To make it better like Mama does when I get hurt" was the only explanation she ever gave. Cale wiggled until David put him down and ran over to give Santana her own hug.

"Tank you, Santa!" He still hadn't quite mastered the "th" sound yet, but he wasn't about to let his big sister show him up with his Santa.

Santana smiled at the little ones. "I love you guys and I'll see you on Monday." She ran her fingers through Kayla's hair. "Be good with Grandma and Grandpa okay? You're in charge of the boys for me." She hugged Cale and kissed his temple and let him scurry off. "I'll be okay soon. Though I do enjoy the child slave labour that I've been receiving as of late." Santana handed Rachel a ziplock bag of the children's insurance cards and other important things that they'd need just in case. "Have a good time, little ones."

Rachel lightly slapped the back of her head with a fondly scolding scowl, "Santana, do not treat the children as your personal slaves. They'll develop bad habits."

David had looked like he wanted to protest before Rachel commented, but after she did, he relaxed. It was fairly obvious that Rachel considered it a joke and she knew Santana better than he did. He took the bag, tucking it in his vest pocket. "Don't you worry, Santana. Maria and I will take good care of them and bring them back safe and tired Sunday night before we drive back to Lima."

"I'm sure they'll have an amazing time." Santana smiled, watching as they gathered the kids together and Rachel went to say goodbye. Once they were heading out to the car, Santana got up and made her way carefully over to the couch, stretching out and laying with her back flush against the backrest of the couch. She was tired and just wanted to rest for a bit before she and Rachel got back to whatever it was they needed to do that day.

When she came back in, Rachel smiled to find her girlfriend stretched out on the sofa. She leaned over the back to kiss her gently. "Hello, beautiful girl. I thought you might like to be aware that your schedule is free this weekend. Your assistant thought that perhaps you might need some time alone with the woman who loves you after everything that's been happening lately." She reached down and gently brushed her fingers through dark hair before coming around and sitting on the edge of the sofa. "How does that sound to you?"

"Amazing." Santana smiled, pulling Rachel to come and lay flush against her. "No kids... So this means we can just cuddle and watch movies and kiss without having babies interupt." She said as she put her hand on Rachel's stomach. "I think we should watch a movie." She whispered into Rachel's ear.

"You would," Rachel whispered back, turning her head to kiss her girlfriend, a hand coming up to tangle in black hair and pull her close as she deepened the kiss. "What should I put in?" She asked when she finally pulled away, breathing slightly heavier than before, her eyes dark and a warm smile curling the corner of her lips.

Santana's lips curled into a smile. Her fingers gently stroking the other woman's abs as she spoke. "Anything you want." she husked, her lips wrapping around Rachel's earlobe.

Rachel moaned softly, her eyes falling closed, nails gently scraping Santana's scalp as she let her head fall to the side to give her girlfriend better access to her skin. "And if I don't want to watch anything?" she whispered softly, "If I just want to stay here like this and enjoy your company?"

"I can work with that." Santana smiled, running her tongue over the shell of the woman's ear. Her hand stroked up and down Rachel's stomach, running against the smooth skin peeking out from underneath.

"Can you?" Rachel's voice was breathy as she tried to maintain focus, but Santana's warm hand and tongue against her skin was so very distracting. "What about your knee? I," she gasped her girlfriend nipped lightly on the edge of her ear, shuddering at the warm sensations Santana could send running through her so easily, "I don't want you to get hurt..."

"As long as I don't do anything crazy, I'm good," she whispered. She hadn't touched her girlfriend in so long and she didn't care about her leg at that point. "Wanna stay here? Or bedroom?" she whispered against Rachel's neck.

"Whatever," Rachel whimpered at the feeling of breath against the sensitive skin of her throat, having to swallow and focus her thoughts to answer her girlfriend's question, "whatever you want to do. Wherever," she gasped out, "you'd be most comfortable."

"I'm good here." Santana whispered, her hand slipping under the other woman's shirt to explore her stomach. She nipped and sucked down Rachel's throat.

Rachel groaned softly, her fingers tightening slightly in Santana's hair as her tender ministrations made her begin to feel like she was slowly burning up from the inside. "Oh," she breathed, "me too, but I'd be better," she grabbed Santana's wrist with her free hand, directing her under her shirt, needing the warmth of her hand directly on her skin, "like this."

Santana smirked, her lips sucking at Rachel's pulse. She slid her hand up to cup the woman's breast over her bra before sliding her shirt clear off and onto the floor. "I prefer this." she smirked. She moved carefully so she could press kisses to the smaller woman's sternum.

Rachel's head fell back against the couch as Santana moved above her, her eyes barely half open from the sensations rushing through her as she watched the woman moving carefully over her. "As do I," she whispered, concern muting the strident pleas of her body for more - more of Santana's touch, more of her kisses, just more - as she struggled to keep control of herself, "but your knee... I don't want you hurt because of me."

"I won't." she promised, leaning down to kiss her soundly. She held herself up with her upper body strength and tried to not jostle her leg too much as she did so. She teased Rachel's lips with her teeth as she flicked the front clasp of her bra open.

Rachel moaned softly into the kiss, allowing Santana to persuade her as she felt the cotton of her bra sliding over her breasts as it fell away. The other woman's lightest touch made her tremble with want, with need. Sometimes it felt as if it was all she had ever known, this woman and her gentle caresses. She still remembered Jesse, still loved him - but it was different now. He would always be her husband, the father of her children, her first lover.

But Santana was her future.

"Santana," she breathed into the kiss, her hands stroking down her lover's back, tracing the lines of muscle through her shirt. She pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look up at the woman above her with a soft smile, "I love you."

She cupped her hands around the back of Santana's neck, drawing her closer as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue gently ran over full lips, teeth lightly nipping at the bottom lip and tugging slightly. Asking permission with gentle flicks of the tip of her tongue at kiss-swollen lips. She didn't want to hurt her or be forceful, but she wanted to show her that she wanted her. That she was ready if Santana was.

That she was finally ready to give herself to her completely if she wanted to take her.

"I love you too." Santana whispered, her lips parting to kiss Rachel deeply. She whimpered and arched her hips into the other woman's, strangling a groan when Rachel nipped her lip. "You feel so good," Santana spoke, her lips moving down her neck and over her chest to close around one of Rachel's nipples.

Rachel let out a strangled groan, her hands flashing up to tangle in Santana's hair, arching up against her. "Oh God, please," she ground out, nearly driven breathless by the tongue flicking over her sensitive nipples. "Santana, please..."

She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted. Wasn't entirely certain exactly what she wanted. She would have known if it was Jesse touching her, but she'd never been with a woman before and she'd felt too shy to ask and far too embarrassed with children around to utilize Google. She wanted Santana. She wanted to be hers. Wanted the other woman to be hers. But she didn't want to push somewhere Santana wasn't ready to go with her and most certainly didn't want to risk damaging their relationship.

Santana looked up as she sucked on tightened peaks, her eyes reading Rachel's. She pulled away and kissed over her heart. "Bedroom," she stated, carefully standing up and waiting for Rachel to do so. "I want to be in our bed," Santana whispered against Rachel's lips once she was standing.

The young mother wasn't certain she was reading Santana's eyes right, but the fire burning in the pit of her stomach certainly hoped she was. She nodded, wrapping an arm around her lover's waist to help support her in lieu of her cane as they made their way to their room. Santana was right. If tonight was going to be the night they gave themselves to each other for the first time, it was only right that it happened in their bed and not on the couch.

She eased the door to their room open, distracting herself by kissing Santana's neck as they stumbled towards the bed. She was laughing softly as her fingers worked the buttons of her lover's shirt, popping them open one by one, revealing more and more soft, tanned skin. Rachel tripped on the edge of the bed, falling back onto it and nearly kicking Santana's leg.

Instantly, concern flowed over her features, muting but certainly not removing the intense longing hiding in her eyes as she propped herself up on her arms, unconsciously exposing herself to Santana's gaze as she looked at her leg, "Oh my gosh, Santana, are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"I'm fine, baby," Santana said, "but you might have to be on top again this time." She slid out of her top and pushed down her shorts before pulling down Rachel's as well. Santana carefully got on the bed and kissed Rachel gently.

Rachel smiled softly, reaching over to caress the woman's cheek. "If it's okay with you - having me touch you like that, I mean - then okay." She looked hesitant and uncertain but smiled shyly, "I've never done this with a woman, but it can't be too difficult, right? Just... stop me if I hurt you or upset you in any way, please." She leaned in and kissed her softly, moving so she was straddling the taller woman's waist in just her panties - her bra having been abandoned on the sofa - fingertips gently brushing over soft skin, "I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you. I love you far too much."

Santana's fingers traced the curve of Rachel's hips as she spoke. "I love you. I want you." she said pushing herself up to kiss Rachel slowly. "We'll be amazing, together."

Rachel didn't speak, just leaned in to kiss her again, reaching behind her to undo the clasps to her bra, carefully pulling it off of her lover's body and letting it fall to the floor as she broke the kiss. Her eyes roamed over tanned skin, following her fingers as they gently trace her curves. Feather-light brushes mapping the body of this amazing woman who had slowly - without even trying it sometimes seemed - managed to teach her to love again.

"So beautiful," she whispered, shifting her body to place soft, hesitant kisses where her fingers had ran moments before. Her movements were gentle, almost reverent. Even the way she touched the other woman spoke of how much she loved her, how grateful she was to have her in her life.

Santana moaned, her body trembled slightly as she moved to run her fingers through Rachel's hair. "You make me beautiful," she whispered.

Rachel smiled against Santana's skin, pressing a soft kiss to the point of her collarbone, "You're beautiful without me, Santana. All I can do is help you see yourself the way I see you. And to me," she carefully swirled her tongue around a nipple, sucking softly before continuing, "you are the most beautiful person I have ever known. You deserve tenderness," she kissed her way across the valley between Santana's breasts to tease her other stiff peak, "caring," she took the dusky nub between her lips, sucking softly as she flicked her tongue over its tip before releasing with a soft pop, "and love."

"And I," she kissed down her abdomen, pausing to nip gently at her navel before pressing a single kiss at the waistband of her panties, looking up at the woman she loved, trying to let her see how deeply she cared in her eyes, "intend to give you all of that if you'll allow me, Santana."

Santana gulped, it had been a really long time. Even when she and Rachel got somewhat intimate prior to her getting hurt Santana was still fully clothed. Santana reached down and held her hand.

Rachel squeezed her hand gently - she'd not been with anyone since well before her husband died, not fully - Santana had come the closest. She pressed a series of gentle kisses along Santana's abdomen, not pushing, not rushing. "If you want me to stop," she whispered against smooth, tanned skin, "simply say so. I'm not him, Santana. I love you and you are the one in control here. I will do whatever you say, whatever you ask of me."

"I want you." she trembled, her arousal becoming obvious through her red panties. "I love you, please." she gasped, her hips arching slightly. "I trust you."

The words alone were nearly enough to draw tears from her eyes - as it were, the surge of feelings curled into the pit of her stomach, joining the almost painful pressure of arousal soaking her panties and slicking her thighs. "Alright," she whispered softly, "but still... stop me if I do anything you dislike, love."

With trembling fingers, she carefully hooked into the sides of Santana's panties, sliding her hands down to cup and caress her ass so she could help lift her to avoid undue strain being put on her healing knee. She drew the damp red silk down over muscular thighs, easing carefully around her knees and down over her calves, finally pulling them off over her feet and letting the garment drop to the floor by the bed. Beginning at her feet, she slowly and methodically made her way back up, gently spreading her legs as she brushed soft kisses and gentle touches along her path, soothing trembling muscles and laving gentle care over bruised flesh.

Santana let out soft whimpers, her body breaking out into goosebumps as Rachel kissed her marred flesh. "Rae." she moaned her hips moving to find friction.

At the call, Rachel moved to settle herself between Santana's legs, looking over her body - now completely nude and exposed to Rachel's eyes - and just breathing that amazing - and somehow powerful in its effect on her - scent that was uniquely Santana Lopez. Her heart raced as she looked at the neatly groomed core of her lover - partially from arousal, but also from nervousness as she wanted nothing more than to do this right, to bring her pleasure. To show her what love was instead of that horrible parody her ex-husband had forced upon her.

"So beautiful," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the top of the mound.

Her fingers traced over warm, wet folds, occasionally dipping inside as she explored her lover's body. She found the hard nub of Santana's clit, rubbing it with short circles for a moment before sliding down to dip the first knuckle of her finger into Santana's core. She pulled her hand from Santana, fingers slick and glistening with the essence coating them. Raising it to her face curiously, she breathed deep of the heady scent, "You smell delicious, Santana."

Her tongue darted out, stroking some of the essence from her hand. Smiling at the taste, she took her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan as the wet heat between her legs became an insistent throbbing at the taste. "Tastes amazing."

"Fuck," Santana moaned, her head falling back against the bed, "d-don't tease." she stuttered out. She hadn't been touched in over a year and her body was almost humming with pleasure that she couldn't hold back. She knew she wouldn't last long.

"I don't intend to tease you, love," Rachel murmured, settling back between her legs and licking her lips almost unconsciously as she carefully parted her lover's folds, exposing her innermost core to her gaze.

She leaned forwards - having some vague idea that Santana might enjoy it if she licked her clit from her experiences with Jesse - and ran her tongue over her starting at the very bottom of her core, the tip of her tongue just teasing the delicate flesh just below her entrance and rising to the top, flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue at the end. She repeated the action. Once. Twice.

On the third time, instead of flicking the clit, she took it between her lips and sucked almost hard as her free hand came up to tease with gentle caresses around her entrance. She gazed up along her lover's trembling body with quiet eyes that spoke of love and asked for silent permission to become a part of her. To enter her body and touch her with the gentleness and love that was all she should have known in her life.

"Please!" She whimpered, so close to something amazing but too far to find it. She tangled her hand in Rachel's hair and wrapped her good leg around her body. "God," she murmured her body rocking into Rachel's mouth.

Rachel didn't need further encouragement. As soon as the whimper had hit her ears, she'd slid inside of Santana, two fingers carefully sliding along her walls to find that special place she knew existed because she'd found it on herself. She nearly sobbed at the feeling of being surrounded by her lover, at the warm intimate embrace of her body clutching at her fingers. Suddenly she felt she understood Jesse in a way she never could have before, as if she finally had some understanding of what he must have felt when they'd made love.

She stroked in and out, slowly building in speed and rhythm, trying to keep a steady pace as her own body trembled with her unsated arousal. After a short time, she discovered it was difficult to breathe from the position she was in, so she moved from sucking upon her lover's clit as she pumped her fingers in her core to licking it, flicking her tongue over and over the stiff nub as close to the pace she was setting as she could.

Santana moaned lowly, her body contorting to meet Rachel's thrusts, being careful to not pull Rachel's hair too hard.

Rachel twisted her wrist, the angle helping her find the spot she wanted and press her palm against her clit as she slid up her lover's body. When she reached her breasts, she paused to suckle at a nipple, lightly scraping her teeth over the taut bud before moving up higher, still pumping in and out of Santana's core. She nipped, licked and kissed her way up to Santana's ear, whispering "I love you," as she curled her fingers to rub the woman's g-spot quickly and firmly, the heel of her palm rubbing into her clit as she caught Santana's lips in a passionate kiss.

When Rachel kissed her, Santana fell over the edge in a loud gasp, a violent shudder and a explosion of wetness to cover Rachel's fingers. She continued to shiver for moments after the orgasm, her body not ready to give up the sensations that Rachel was causing in her.

Rachel continued moving through the shuddering aftershock, wrapping her free arm around Santana to hold her as her climax overtook her. She placed gentle kisses all along her neck as she shuttered beneath her. "I love you, Santana Lopez," she whispered as she held her, her body screaming at her, the throbbing between her legs an almost painful ache, but she ignored all of that in favor of holding the woman she loved as she came down from her orgasm.

"Fuck." Santana mumbled when she gained her faculties back. She pressed her forehead against Rachel's with a tired smile. "I love you." She whispered, her lips brushing against Rachel's.

Rachel smiled into the soft kiss, even as her body was wracked with micro-tremors as she tried to suppress her need. She didn't want Santana to strain her leg or risk further injury to the knee, telling herself over and over that they had the rest of their lives for Santana to know her in that fashion. But she couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped her throat, or the hot wetness soaking through her panties and slicking her inner thighs and the thigh of Santana's good leg which she was straddling. She buried her face in her lover's shoulder and tried to get control of herself while every breath seemed to brush her breasts and sensitive nipples against Santana's skin and send sharp jolts of arousal through her.

Santana caressed Rachel's face for a moment because she couldn't figure out why she looked like she was in pain. Then it clicked, she smirked, her hand moving to cup Rachel's ass and work to slide down her panties.

"Baby," Santana smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Rachel's mouth. "I need you to do something for me." She stated, her hand pushing Rachel's panties down as far as she could.

"W-what?" Rachel's voice trembled with desire, her body reacting to Santana's touch, making her whimper and moan softly.

"I need you to take off your panties and straddle my face." She said simply, "I can't get on my knees to eat you like I want to, so you're gonna have to help me." She ran her finger tips up Rachel's thigh and through soaking folds. She stroked for a minute before taking her fingers away and sucking them into her mouth, letting her tongue wrap around her fingers to lick off Rachel's essance. "Fuck that's good." She moaned.

Rachel couldn't help the dark blush flooding her cheeks at her lover's frank words. "Y-you want me to w-what?" She could barely imagine what was being asked of her. As adventurous as her sex life with Jesse could be, what Santana wanted to do simply wasn't a part of it. "I," she chewed on her lower lip, breath shaky with arousal and apprehension, "I don't... I don't understand?"

She continued blushing darkly as she carefully moved off of Santana, rolling to lay on her back beside her as she carefully wiggled out of her soaked panties trying not to jar Santana's injured leg. She didn't quite understand what Santana wanted her to do, but she did know that she needed her. Her kisses. Her touch. Something to help relieve the trembling ache between her legs.

"So sexy." Santana exclaimed as she reached out and took Rachel's hand. "I want to lick you. To drink your cum when you orgasm. I want to fuck you and make love to you at the same time." She said, stroking Rachel's cheek. "Get on your knees." She stated, her hands migrating to Rachel's ass when she moved her self onto her upper stomach. "I can't bend my knee yet, which means I need you to help me." She helped her migrate north. "I want you to put your pussy on my mouth." She stated and licked her lips. "Just hold onto the headboard and I got the rest."

Rachel was still blushing furiously as she carefully moved to straddle Santana's shoulders, her hands resting lightly on the top of the headboard. "Are," she licked her lips, looking down between her breasts at her lover with some lingering trepidation, "are you sure?"

Santana was too distracted by the fact Rachel was literally dripping on her lips to respond. She just leaned up and stroked her tongue across the smooth flesh. Santana groaned and started gently sucking at the woman's folds. She licked and lapped up all the excess wetness before even moving to touch Rachel's clit. She straightened out her tongue, and circled her lover's clit before pulling it between her lips and beating it with her tongue.

Rachel cried out, her back bowing at the sensations jolting through her body from Santana's lips and tongue. Her hands tightened to white-knuckled grips on the top of the headboard, her arms tense as she fought to stay upright. Her hips jerked, bucking into Santana's mouth.

"S-Santana!" She cried out, her voice hoarse with strain, "S-so... So close!"

Santana moaned into Rachel's core, sliding her tongue down and sliding it into Rachel's tight passage. She curled her tongue and stretched it to hit Rachel's g-spot, as she flicked against it as many times as she could before Rachel's muscles started to spasm against her tongue and make it almost impossible to move. She reached her arm up and rolled Rachel's left nipple between her fingers and kept her hand on the woman riding her face's ass as she rocked against her mouth.

Rachel cried out again, her entire body stiffening as her muscles tensed. Her head dropped forward, her body trying to curl in on itself as the climax washed over her. She jerked against Santana's face, sobbing through the shuddering sensation of her orgasm at her lover's hands. Hot liquid pouring from her to coat her lover's lips and tongue.

"Santana," she sobbed the name over and over in shuddery gasps as she struggled for breath, "Oh God... I love you, I love you..."

Santana groaned, her tongue not relenting until she felt Rachel's muscles calm down. She slid out her tongue and licked Rachel clean and moaned softly as she left little licks against the woman's swollen flesh. When Rachel finally rolled off her face and onto the mattress next to her, Santana licked her lips and used her fingers to clean off her mouth to make sure she didn't miss any of her girlfriend's cream.

"I love you too, baby." Santana smiled, looking over at Rachel trying to catch her breath.

Rachel had barely caught her breath before she rolled over to press against Santana, her arm tucked tightly about her lover's abdomen just under her breasts. "Can we just stay like this tonight?" she whispered softly, tracing tiny patterns on Santana's ribcage as she spoke, "I don't want to move. I just want to stay here, with you, forever right now. Can we?"

"Yeah, baby." Santana smiled, kissing Rachel's head. "We can stay like this forever."