Rachel finds Santana most attractive when she's curled up on the couch in a loose tee and jeans with no socks on, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her black wire rim glasses low on her nose as she reads the latest Reader's Digest. Invariably, Santana's girlfriend can last only a couple of minutes before she sets down the New York Times' crossword and gets up to crawl in between Santana's legs, settling with her head against Santana's chest. Shifting so she can pull the Reader's Digest up to keep it within sight, Santana only starts to react when Rachel gets too impatient to wait and starts stroking up and down Santana's side, above her jeans. Even then, she only sighs and turns the page.
Hiding a smile, Rachel then moves her fingers up to run along Santana's bicep. "Santana," she whispers, purposefully blowing the Reader's Digest with her breath.
"Hmm?" Santana flips another page.
"Santana."
"Mmhm."
"Santan – "
Santana sighs, her own breath fluttering the pages of her magazine. Closing it around one finger, she lowers it to raise her eyebrows at Rachel. "Yes, Rachel?"
Rachel grins, then reaches up to pull the magazine fully away from her. "I want to tell you a secret."
"Is this a secret I already know?"
Shaking her head, Rachel smiles when Santana's newly freed hands wrap around her back, and she sits up enough to start brushing her lips along Santana's jaw. "You're beautiful," she always whispers, and means it.
Watching her through her eyelashes, red faintly stains her cheeks and Santana leans down to capture Rachel's lips while whispering back, "You're beautiful," and always means it, too.