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Rachel: I know I told you this at the game, but you looked incredibly sexy cheering tonight. Even though you were on the bottom of the pyramid, the various stunts and flips you did whilst being thrown into the air were incredible.
Rachel: Also I am forever going to be terrified of your safety from now on.
Santana: :) You should totally join. I'd train you up. I know exactly how flexible you are ;)
Rachel: While I appreciate the consideration, a few things; Sue would actually try to kill me, I'd look terrible in those uniforms no matter how much you think otherwise, and I'd have no time for my dance, singing, or Glee activities. I think one cheerleader in this relationship and one Broadway starlet is the exactly right recipe for perfection. 3
Santana: she'd probably just try to kill you for a week or two, that's all. maybe a month
Santana: you would look AMAZING in the uniform. in fact i insist you try mine on asap. and take pics
Rachel: Santana, your uniform wouldn't even fit right. Our proportions are completely different. I mean, I'd practically drown in your top simply due to the difference in the.. uh... chest size.
S: That's bullshit. I'm like a 32C. You're at least a B
S: So what are you really saying?
Rachel: You're easily an entire cup size up from me. And all I meant is that our proportions are different. Your torso is longer than mine, for one. And your posterior is much nicer.
S: whatever.
Rachel: Santana. You ARE a bigger person than I am. It's unavoidable. I'm 3 inches shorter and at least ten pounds lighter, simply due to our heights and differences in muscularity. And your chest IS bigger. That's also unavoidable. It's NOT bad. It's completely normal. And I like that you're taller than I am. It means you can be the big spoon more often and it's nice when you hold me like that.
Santana: (ignores)
Rachel: Santana... This time you're legitimately being ridiculous. There's nothing wrong with being the taller person in a relationship. I like that. I think it adds to your sex appeal a lot. Your proportions and athletic build are beautiful. I'm sorry that I'm smaller in comparison, but there's nothing I can do about that...
S: yeah. that's exactly why you can't even fit in my uniform. because i'm soooooo beautiful
Rachel: Exactly.
Santana: just stop. i'll just go buy you an outfit made for a keebler elf and i'll let Bigfoot try mine, or better yet, Tubbs Hudson
Rachel: Alright. I'm actually in need of clarification here.
Rachel: How did you translate me stating the actual fact of our two bodies being of different heights and proportions into me calling you fat?
Rachel: Because I know that that's what your brain did, and I'm not sure if you're actually registering this.
S: you said i'm heavier and that you won't fit in my outfit. you said i'm larger.
Rachel: Sweetie, you are at least 3 inches taller. If you weighed less than me I would be incredibly, /incredibly/ worried for your health. Especially with your muscle mass. It would actually be unsafe. Extremely unsafe.
Rachel: Also. Your boobs are bigger, Santana. As I said, at least a cup size. And your torso IS longer than mine. I'd fit in your uniform, but it wouldn't fit /right/.
Santana: I'm not tall.
Santana: It's not that much difference. I could lose more.
Rachel: Taller than I am.
Rachel: Santana Veronica Lopez I am barely 107lb. I swear if you drop below that I will be very much tempted to have you hospitalized /simply because/ with the amount of exercise you do there is no way your body would be able to manage and I am not ready to see you collapse due to malnutrition and having to be hooked up to a bunch of wires and and just no. No. I'll never be ready to see that. I won't let you get there.
S: Chill out.
S: No one dies because they weight 104 pounds. YOU don't. So chill out.
Rachel: Do you want to know what the ideal weight for a woman of your height and frame is considered? 117-130. And I can bet, I can /bet/ that you barely make that. There are other factors, such as muscle mass, BMI, etc, but the fact remains is this; for you to drop anywhere under 110 is dangerous. You would HAVE to lose muscle mass. You would literally have to lose your muscle, and continue to burn any and all fat.
Rachel: Your body would essentially have to start eating itself in order to function.
Rachel: And that's when people die, Santana.
Santana: Don't be so dramatic. That's not true. People get down to like 70 pounds and are still walking around breathing.
Santana: And burning fat is good.
Rachel: People at 70 are nothing but skin and bones Santana. That's it. No muscle, no strength, nothing. They are actual sticks. You think you could cheer? You couldn't. You'd even be hard pressed to perform in Glee without passing out.
Rachel: And at your height? 70 would kill you. You would be in the hospital, /dying/. Fighting for your life. You may not care about that. But I'm the one that would be sitting at your hospital bed, assuming they'd even let me see you, watching your body desperately try to keep itself alive.
Santana: jesus, i didn't say i'd be 70 pounds. I'm not stupid
Santana: 104 is 30 pounds heavier than that. That's like small normal. It's FINE so just chill out already! And anyway I'm not even there as you pointed out so it's not even an issue so just whatever
S: Conversation over and resolved
Rachel: No. Not resolved. I already told you, that if you drop below even 115 you're already in trouble. 70 is critical, Santana. That's literally on the edge of life and death.
Santana: I'm not gonna weigh 70 pounds, jesus! I'd have to cut off my legs and arms to do that!
Rachel: You're not going to weight anything below 115 either! Honestly you could easily be 120 and be completely healthy and perfect.
Santana: ...like hell
Santana: I'm done talking about this.
Rachel: Then we're done talking for the night, because I'm in tears and you don't even care about what you're doing to yourself or the people around you.
Rachel: I'll talk to you later. Goodnight. I love you.
Santana: OMG are you CRYING?! There's no reason to cry! I'm FINE!
Santana: I'm not dying in some hospital bed missing my arms and legs, I'm FINE!
Santana: Not to mention no one cares or thinks there's any problem at all except you so what do you mean what i'm doing to people around me, i"m not doing anything!
Rachel: [ignores because if she doesn't she'll just become more hysterical]
Santana: are you ignoring me AGAIN?!
Santana: Rachel Berry, if you're over there crying for absolutely no reason at all over something this stupid...
Santana: OMG obviously I'm fine. I wouldn't be LARGER THAN YOU if I wasn't!
Santana: God stop it!
texts: Brittana
Santana: Okay I know I'm mad at you or whatever but Rachel is driving me insane. like she's flipping out for no good reason so we're not talking
Santana: but it's just sort of like, i'm sort of weirded out or something... it's lame
Santana: it's just i'm bigger than her
Santana: and I sort of hate it
Santana: no...I really hate ; I really, really, really hate it.
Brittany: It's okay...I'm not mad. and it's Not lame.
Santana: I'm supposed to be the little one. I was with Puck and Finn and Sam and even you and even stupid Karofsky even if he was just a beard
Santana: I'm always the little one
Santana: I want to be the smallest one. I don't want to be the big one and I don't want her to weigh less than me and I don't want to be bigger than her or fatter than her.
Brittany: Maybe you need to talk about everything face to face, just show up at her house and force her to.
Brittany: Why are you so freaked out about being bigger than her though? Lawn gnomes are bigger than Rachel.
Brittany: Santana, you realize you weigh more than her because of your muscle? Muscle weighs more than fat. Plus, Rachel's probably like 10 pounds so it's good that you weigh more than her.
Brittany: Make her wear heels and eat a bunch of cake and then she'll be the bigger one.
Santana: I don't care. she still weighs more.
Santana: hm maybe I should
Brittany: You shouldn't care. If Rachel weighed 10 pounds, would you want to weigh 5 and blow away when it was windy?
Brittany: Don't actually do that. I was kidding. That's not a good idea.
Santana: yes.
Santana: she doesn't weigh ten pounds anyway. she's 107 and I could do less than that.
Santana: I think she likes cake though.
Brittany: You're perfect at the weight you're at now, you don't look fat or anything like that. You're super hot and your body is awesome and it's kind of sad that you don't even see that.
Brittany: Well, yeah, everyone likes cake. That doesn't mean you get her fat from it.
Santana: I just want to be a little less than her. that's all.
Santana: I could try. not fat. just bigger than me.
Brittany: Do you realize that if you lose weight that when we're outside for Cheerios practice, when they throw you up in the air, we're going to have to tie a rope to you so you don't float away.
Brittany: I'll tell Rachel not to eat any cake, Santana.
Santana: ...I though I explained that only happens with balloons and not people?
S: don't be mean, Brittanyyyy
Brittany: Doesn't matter, it'd still happen to you.
Brittany: I'm not, I think that'd be really uncool of you.
S: You just don't get it.
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It had been almost a full day of frustration on both sides before Santana somewhat forgave Rachel and Brittany both for their comments about her weight and her eating. She was well aware of them watching her, and she attempted to exaggerate to them both with her actions and her words just how fine she really was, but she couldn't deny that their wariness was actually stressing her more. And with there now being a full out war at her house between her abuela and her mother and her, it was stressful for her just to breathe most of the time.
She had invited Rachel over to her home for the first time in a moment of anger, wanting Rachel to see for herself how it was every day, and moreover, wanting to stick it to her abuela. But as she waited for Rachel to arrive, Santana was already regretting.
There was so much that could go wrong with Rachel coming to Santana's house. It was exactly why she had never allowed her to before. Her mami was going to be home any minute and she would want to get to know her and be "interested," which could mean either her or Rachel embarrassing her. And of course, her abuela. Her abuela would embarrass the hell out of her, make her feel angry or ashamed or afraid of what she might do, and there was no telling how awful she might be to Rachel. Santana couldn't stand to expose Rachel to that.
But she was angry now, angry and upset and she didn't care what her abuela or anyone else thought. This was her house and if her abuela was going to violate her space, she'd do everything she could to prove a point and make her uncomfortable too. If she said a word to Rachel she would light into her and make her regret it. She just better dare. This was her house too.
As she waited for Rachel to come, changing her clothes several times and obsessively straightening her room and bathroom, Santana ended up positioning herself by the doorway, looking for her. When her mother, Maribel, came home and saw her practically standing in the doorway, she gave her an odd look and asked her what was going on, but Santana shrugged her off. She would have enough questions to answer when Rachel got there.
Rachel had never showered quite so quickly in her life. She was in and out in seven minutes, drying her hair in a towel as she nicest casual set of clothing she owned (a skirt and top both bought when she went shopping with Santana), and was out of her room with barely enough time to brush through her hair. Her fathers were in the living room, and she didn't even pause as she told them "I'm going to Santana's!" before she was grabbing her keys, purse, and shoes and running out the door.
She was at the Lopez house in ten, and maybe she had done a little speeding but this was her first time going over, and if Santana wanted her to, she wasn't going to waste time.
She parked behind Santana's car, got out, and approached the front door with more than a little apprehension.
Rachel had never actually been to the house, and she certainly had never met Santana's parents, or her abuela. Though Santana had said there was a reason for the latter, and Rachel couldn't really fault the girl…
Biting her lip, hoping she looked at least partially presentable, Rachel knocked on the door firmly.
Santana Saw Rachel coming and went to meet her long before she actually was at the doorstep, mainly because she was basically hanging at the window waiting for her approach. As she opened the door for her, she was aware of Maribel out the corner of her eye watching, her face alit with curiosity, lips twisting into a wry smile that made Santana's face burn even as she gestured Rachel inside.
"Okay we can just go to my room and-"
"Uno momento, Santana, where are your manners?" her mother interrupted her, eyebrows raised as she came forward, obviously not about to let her get away with this. Smiling at Rachel, she nodded towards her. "I am not about to ignore a…friend, of yours, a guest in our home, no matter how much you might prefer it. Who is this young lady we have here?"
Santana had invited Rachel over in a moment of anger and rebellion, but now that she was actually here, all she could think was how completely stupid she had been. WHY had she thought this was a good idea?
Santana knew she was blushing even more brilliantly as she gestured with a limp wrist towards Rachel, muttering without meeting her mother's eyes, " This is Rachel. Berry. We're going to my room and-"
"You most certainly are not, manners, hija!" Maribel scolded as she extended her hand towards Rachel to take. "Rachel? My name is Maribel Lopez, I am Santana's mother, as you doubt guessed, but as she has neglected to inform you. No doubt you have observed by now that my daughter is not one to abide by proper rules of etiquette on many occasions, hopefully you will be a good example and rub off on her, yes?"
She gave a slight laugh, playfully squeezing Santana's shoulder after shaking Rachel's hand when she sees and is clearly amused by her daughter's embarrassment. "It is nice to see young faces around here again, the house has been rather quiet lately. I do believe I recognize you- you performed with her, yes? In her singing performances? Such a big voice for such a little girl! So Rachel, you are a friend of Santana's, or are you a FRIEND of Santana's?"
"Mami, we're going to my room!" Santana's voice rose slightly as she grabbed hold of Rachel's arm, but then she stopped, seeing her abuela standing at the entrance to the hallway leading in this direction. The look on her face as she stares towards Rachel is not at all a pleasant one, and Santana freezes, quickly directing her gaze back towards her mother.
This had not been a good decision.
It took a moment for Rachel to get her composure at all the speaking going on, but as Santana tried to pull her away Rachel swept right into polite-lady mode and slipped her wrist from Santana's hand, moving to shake Maribel's hand and shoot the older woman a bright and honest woman. "Hello, ma'am! Yes, I have performed several times for the Glee club, alongside Santana. It's a pleasure to meet you." Then she blushed a little, but didn't let her smile falter.
"I um- Yes. I'm- I'm Santana's friend. I apologize for the sudden intrusion. I had hoped we'd meet in a more planned setting but-" Then she was suddenly being pulled much more fervently, only to be halted suddenly, nearly running into Santana's back.
Getting her balance back, Rachel opens her mouth to ask what's going on, but it's then she sees an older woman, facial features reminiscent of Maribel and Santana both, and after a moment. Rachel steps from behind her girlfriend, hands folded in front of her and her smile dimmed to something strictly controlled and polite. "Hello, ma'am," she intones, voice a more cool than intended, but she makes no effort to correct it. "You must be Santana's grandmother. I've heard a lot about you."
The look the woman is shooting her is a familiar one; Santana used to shoot the same at her, and it used to terrify her. But Santana doesn't really scare her anymore, and Rachel knows exactly why this woman is eyeing her so harshly. Really, it's the same venomous disprovable her fathers have endeared for years.
They've always smiled passed it, and Rachel isn't about to be any less strong than the men who raised her.
Santana is clinching her jaw so tightly she can feel it all the way down her neck, and it takes all her control to keep from following her instinct to step in front of Rachel and block her from her abuela's view. She wants to touch her, but somehow doubts this will do much to protect Rachel from her any further. She is aware of her mother moving forward behind her, a firm hand coming to rest on her shoulder, her mother's free hand smoothing back her hair over her shoulder from behind her, and Maribel speaks before either Alma or Santana can, giving her daughter's shoulder a light squeeze.
"Alma, this is Rachel Berry, Santana's friend." She puts no teasing accent to it as she introduces her for her daughter, and her voice is civil but very firm. "Santana, you were showing Rachel your room, yes?"
From the way she was eyeing Alma as she spoke, Santana knew she was itching to have words with her, and Santana dreaded it. She did appreciate her mother supporting her, but not at what she felt to be an expense to herself, a showing of a cause and vendetta against her abuela as much as support for Santana. And if this turned into all too familiar shouting with Rachel here…
"Excuse me, Abuela," Santana said in a low, strained tone matching her mother's. "Rachel and I are coming through, and I'm sure you'll want to be as far from us both as possible. You wouldn't want to accidentally brush against either of us. I'm guessing you won't shake her hand either, so if you're done staring her down and you see she's not turning into a pillar of salt or withering up like a fig tree or drowning in a massive flood at your will, you can chalk it up to God's will and let us by."
"Santana," her mother reproved, but her voice was mild, and her eyes were on Alma. The woman did back away, but her eyes remained on Rachel as she spoke.
· "Que no es bienvenida en esta casa, Santana."
"She is not welcome in this house." That was what her abuela was saying to her, and as Santana's cheeks flamed, shame, anger, and embarrassment flooding through her, and she took a step towards her, her mother's hand pulled her back.
"Actually she is very welcome here, Alma, and I do hope we'll be seeing more of her," she said clearly. "If you are uncomfortable, you are more than welcome to visit the church for the remainder of her stay."
Taking in a deep breath, knowing from the death stare Alma gave her mother that this could get very ugly, very fast, Santana took Rachel's elbow, giving her a light push towards the hall.
"It was very nice to meet you, ma'am," spoke Rachel to Maribel as she allowed Santana to guide them down the hall and away from the two women.
As they walked, she slipped her elbow out of Santana's grip, in order to interlace their hands once they were out of view, and squeezed her girlfriend's hand reassuringly.
She didn't know what to say, and figured it best to let Santana be the first to speak. Over all, Maribel seemed nice enough, and… well… Santana's grandmother was… there, she supposed. Though she knew she shouldn't be so terrible angry at the woman as far as taking the high road went, she felt it was perfectly justified.
From what Santana had told Rachel, her abuela was absolutely terrible, whether Santana was gay or not, and it made the small diva's blood boil just to think about it. Finally, they got to the room, and she was guided inside as Santana closed to the door behind them.
Rachel looked around, taking in the space with a small smile, despite the situation, at how very Santana it was. Turning back to the taller girl, she smiled. "You've a very nice room, Santana. And your mother seems very pleasant, all things considered." And then, "…Are you alright?"
"It was A lot nicer when it had POSTERS in it," Santana muttered in response to Rachel's comment about her room, pulling away from her and beginning to walk a small, rapid paced circle around her floor. She is attempting to bleed out with this activity her continued anger, and she keeps her eyes fixed ahead, not really looking at Rachel as she talks, her words fast pitched and a little louder than needed.
"She said you're not welcome. She's not welcome, I welcomed you so you are WELCOME, even mami doesn't mind and actually I think she totally gets off on this sometimes because it's the most she's been able to oppose abuela all my life and now it's like she has a reason she can totally get behind and justify it as being about me but I bet it's not. I bet it's more about her than anything else. The way she was looking at you…I want to hit something."
Picking up a stuffed unicorn on her bed, she socked it in the face, then immediately dropped it as she remembered it was a gift from Brittany. Brushing her hand over its face as though to try to rub off the impact of the hit, she hit the pillow instead, then kicked her foot into the bedpost before remembering that she wasn't actually wearing shoes with closed toes. "Ow, fuck!
Rachel listened as Santana ranted, wanting to let the girl get it out of her system as much as she could. She sat on the large bed (much bigger than hers, for one, and she ignored the question of how many times Brittany and Santana had possibly been in the bed together…), and watched as the girl went in circles, face flushed and veins visible along her neck, along with her muscles in her arms tensing and popping out clearly.
She was having inappropriate thoughts again, but was determined to ignore them this time. Except, Santana wasn't slowing down, and only seemed to be working herself up, and then-
Sighing, Rachel got up, took both Santana's hands, led her to bed, pushed her to sit down on it, and straddled her lap. Without a word she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and pulled her in for a kiss.
They could talk in a bit; right now Santana needed to cool off a little (at least with her anger), and Rachel figured the best way to do that right now was to distract her. Also, it could help distract her from her poor toes…
Not to mention… "Pulling back less than inch, Rachel smirked a little. "You know… Your abuela probably expects us to get rather… sinful in here… We wouldn't want her to be wrong, would be?" A little… passive-aggressive vengeance wasn't always a bad thing, right?
Santana forgot her stinging toes when Rachel sat in her lap. It was pretty hard to remember how angry she was too, especially when Rachel wrapped around her and moved in for a kiss.
Closing her eyes, she kissed her back, venting the passion of her anger into the kiss and quickly feeling her body relax into it, the passion becoming something else entirely. She kissed Rachel for another minute or so, then pulled back, smiling, resting her forehead against Rachel's as a new, devilish gleam comes into her eyes. Turning her head away from Rachel's ear, so she wouldn't shout directly into it, she called out loudly, "ABUELA! Rachel and I are totally being sinful now, so you might wanna avoid walking past in case in infects you too! Maybe you want to get your priest on the phone to bless you through the next hour or so, because the sin is about to get out of control!"
Normally Rachel would scold Santana for doing such a thing, but instead she giggled, tangling her fingers into the girl's thick hair and pulling her in for another kiss.
Oh yes, they w· were definitely going to be 'sinful'…
As she opened her mouth and tilted her head to deepen the kiss, Rachel slowly, but firmly, began to rock her hips against Santana's core, grinding into her more tightly as her skirt was pushed up around her hips leaving only her underwear and Santana's jeans between them.
They hadn't gotten particularly intimate for awhile, due to arguing or being busy. and while Rachel was still very upset at the girl, she had also missed her terribly. Not just the sexual part, but being so close, and having the physical connection. "Show me how sinful you can be, baby," husked Rachel against Santana's lips hotly.
Santana
Giggled too, stifling the noise with her mouth as she kissed Rachel again, moaning faintly with pleasure as Rachel's fingers comb through her hair. She strokes one hand up the back of Rachel's neck, lightly scratching her fingernails into her skin as she sucks the girl's lower lip, then released just long enough to catch her breath.
When Rachel straddles her thigh with only underwear between, Santana's heartbeat quickens, and she can already feel her muscles contracting between her legs in reaction. She puts one hand on Rachel's thigh, rubbing beneath her skirt over her leg and then down her inner thigh between her legs, one finger stroking lightly over her core through the underwear.
"I can be more than sinful, carina…I can be downright filthy."
Instead of trying to stiffle her moans, Rachel purposefully allowed herself to be just as vocal she would have been were she in her soundproofed room as she felt Santana's touch between her legs. She pressed harder into Santana, whimpering into the kiss as her hips searched out firmer contact, and one of her hands scratched down Santana's neck to her chest, slipping under her shirt easily and squeezing the firm breast over the bra.
"You said your abuela touched your things," she breathed out, nipping at Santana's tongue lightly. "I bet she'd never touch anything again if we defiled each and every surface…"
Rachel pressed her mouth against Santana's neck, her breath hot against the flushed skin. "You could do me against the doors, bend me over your desk… The whole room would just reak of sin, Santana… It'd have you and me all over it. Us."
She Knew Rachel was way more creative sexually than she would have predicted even a month or two ago, but these new suggestions were enough for Santana's eyes to grow wide with surprise and vivid interest, and she grinned, pulling her in still closer to her chest.
As Rachel cupped her breast, then continued to kiss down her neck, Santana was already almost panting with anticipation and the vivid imagery she was creating in her thoughts. Flopping back onto her back and pulling Rachel down with her, so the girl was sprawled over her chest, she kissed her way down her jaw and neck, pushing up her shirt and moving to kiss up her abdomen as well, down the center of her torso towards her breasts, barely pausing to speak.
"Bed. Floor. Desk. Dresser. Closet. Bathroom…"
Turning over, taking Santana with her, so that she was on her back and Santana over her to allow the girl more access as she removed her shirt completely, wrapping her legs around Santana's hips and bit her lip, whimpering and arching her back up into her girlfriend's body.
"God yes…" she murmured, one hand curling into the sheets of the bed as the other went back to Santana's hair, scratching lightly at the girl's scalp as she closed her eyes and let the words and sensations wash over her.
She tightened her legs around Santana, trying to bring her closer still as she rolled her hips up, the seam of Santana's jeans causing just the right amount of friction against her hot, dampening core to make her whole body shudder.
There was too much Santana wanted to do all at once, and she needed about six extra arms to do it as fast as she wanted. She needed to keep kissing Rachel everywhere there was skin for her to kiss, she needed to suck the skin of her breasts and belly and lick every inch of her just to determine where she tasted best. She needed to take off her own clothes, especially her jeans, to have less in between them, to have NOTHING in between them now.
But all she could seem to do is pull Rachel's nearly nude form more closely against her, her hand slipping beneath her underwear to gently caress her outer lips, before slipping first one finger, then two fingers inside, stroking her walls. She continues to kiss her mouth as she touches her, using her tongue briefly at first, then more heavily.
· Rachel gasped as Santana's fingers entered her, Her grip on Santana tensed for a moment, legs tightening all the more, and she had never been more grateful for dance and its side-effects of stretching her hymen out as she was now.
The stinging wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, and the kissing was serving as an excellent distraction. As Santana's fingers moved slowly inside of her, the dull throb of pain quickly began to be replaced with a completely different kind of throb, and the heat in the pit of her stomach was beginning to curl tightly in record time. "Oh- Oh God-" she moaned, barely able to breathe, much less kiss Santana back the way she wanted to.
Some faraway part of her said that it was stupid for this to happen when her and Santana were essentially both being vindictive towards the girl's grandmother, but in all honesty, right then, Rachel didn't care.
"I love you," she breathed out, now full committed to feeling everything Santana was giving her. "Oh- Oh God." Rachel hid her face against Santana's shoulder, kissing and nipping the skin of the girl's neck inbetween breaths as she panted hotly, her hands having gone to the girl's back and nails scratching lightly up and down it under the shirt.
Santana continues to Rain kisses on every bit of Rachel's skin she can reach, pressing her lips to her cheek, forehead, nose, and mouth, then the side of her head and the exposed skin of her shoulders and upper arm. One hand rubs up and down Rachel's back, slow, soothing circles as she seeks to distract her from any pain or discomfort she is feeling.
The action was instinct, seeming the natural next step, and when Rachel didn't stop her, she certainly wasn't about to stop herself. She gives the girl time to adjust to her fingers, then slowly slides them out, against stimulating her outer lips before slipping them back in, providing a bit more pressure to her touch this time. She groans softly when Rachel strokes her back, kissing her neck, and she whispers back to her, meaning it sincerely, "I love you."
She was getting so close so quickly, and she couldn't stop it. Between not having been this close in awhile (again), and the entirely new sensations, she could feel her inner muscles starting to contract around Santana's fingers, and they had barely even started.
So Rachel tried to distract herself, right hand shifting under Santana's shirt to find her breast again, and slipping under the bra so that she could hold the firm mound in her hand, squeezing it for a moment before find the nipple and pinching it, rolling it between her thumb and finger as she continued to attack Santana's own neck and rock her hips up into Santana's steady strokes.
Little whimpers and moans of pleasure continued to escape her lips, and her face was flush, along with the rest of her skin, and already a thin layer of sweat was beginning to glisten over her forehead and neck.
Santana continues to kiss Rachel periodically, now making her way down her chest when she is able to, coordinating her kissing of Rachel with Rachel's kissing of her so they are taking turns, both administering to the other in equal parts. Santana's hand rubs over Rachel's backside, sliding down beneath her underwear and squeezing as her other hand continues to gently rub inside her. She finds Rachel's clitoris and touches her fingertip to it, very lightly at first, then with a bit more pressure, feeling Rachel clinch around her.
This is incredibly hot…
It's the continuous pressure on her clit that finally does her in.
She was already feeling a little crazy with the hand on her ass, but as Santana's fingertips pass her over clit, once, twice, and with more pressure, Rachel's climax sweeps over her.
The hand on Santana's tit slides down to dig her nails into the girl's side, as the other scratches into the cheerleader's back. Her whole body tenses abruptly, then absolutely shakes with the force of her release as she's brought to vocal, incoherent sounds that mostly just sound like attempts to say Santana's name.
White explodes behind her eyelids, and Rachel's head is absolutely swimming with the levels of pleasurable sensations flooding her system as she holds Santana as close she can possibly can, drawing Santana's mouth to her own on pure instinct and kissing her deeply, needing that last bit of connections between them.
When she feels Rachel finally reach orgasm, Santana almost beams, the shaky happiness that settles over Rachel noticeably affecting her as well. She slowly removes her hands from inside Rachel's underwear, sweeping sticky fingers up her sides and lightly skimming her ribs before wrapping her arms around her fully, hugging her to her hard. She kisses Rachel back with just as much need as Rachel shows her, feeling the girl's heart beating wildly against hers, and she feels very much alive then, very much present in the moment and with Rachel.
When she finally pulls back, lying over Rachel's body, she relaxes, arms still around her, and listens to her breathing, still staggered and not quite composed. She loves knowing she can do that to her. She whispers somewhat raspily, "Wasn't bad, right? Didn't hurt much?"
Smiling, almost stupidly, eyes still glazed over from her orgasm-induced daze, Rachel hums into Santana, curling up into her body as much as her body will allow, although moving in general seems alike a lot of work…
"S'was nice," she mumbled happily, closing her eyes as her breathing finally starts to regulate itself. "Really nice…" Part of her still wishes it had been at a different time, with different motivation, but, still. She didn't regret it. And they could definitely do it again now. As much as they wanted for whatever reason they wanted. Rachel wasn't about to let go of this fantastic afterglow just because their timing wasn't perfect.
"Gimme a moment," she said with a small yawn. "Then I wanna use my mouth on you…" Another small yawn, and Rachel rolled Santana onto her back weakly, practically flopping down half a top of the girl and snuggling into her side, the goofy smile still on her lips.
Santana lets Rachel Manipulate her body to lie back as she wishes, wrapping a loose, lazy arm around her waist as Rachel settles into her. She kisses the top of her head, enjoying the warmth and closeness of her body and hooking one leg over Rachel's to pull her that much nearer.
"K," she murmurs, barely listening to Rachel's promise, as her fingers lightly trace patterns on Rachel's back. Her breathing is not yet entirely slowed, and she blows a strand of Rachel's hair off her face as she half closes her eyes. She is so relaxed right now, feeling so good she can hardly move.
Author note: Next chapter will lead into really addressing Santana's eating disorder