Her palms glide over Rachel's hips, fingertips tracing over her skin lightly as she feels Rachel stir, shifting in bed and sighing, pulling the blankets up beneath her chin. Santana moves closer, pressing flush against Rachel's back and burying her head in Rachel's hair, nuzzling against her neck and inhaling the barest scent of her shampoo.
Santana yawns, closing her eyes against the light that tries to force its way through the curtains. It's early — too early for her to be awake — and she attempts to fall back asleep, to let the feel of Rachel's back against her front soothe her and the soft rise and fall of her chest with her breathing calm her. She matches Rachel's breathing, deep and even, and stifles another yawn.
She slips an arm under Rachel, hand cupping Rachel's hipbone, and pulls her back further. Her other hand drifts down Rachel's outer thigh, nails scraping down towards her knee and back up to her hip. Her skin is soft and Santana has to resist the urge to press her nails harder, to dig into Rachel's skin and mark her beautiful body with scratches and bite marks. Santana presses her lips to the space where Rachel's shoulder meets her neck instead.
Her hand moves along Rachel's leg feather-light, fingertips slowly running over her thigh, dancing upwards. Goosebumps rise on Rachel's skin — she feels them beneath her fingers — and Rachel stirs again, rolling backwards, back resting half on top of Santana.
Rachel's eyelashes flutter and Santana stills her movements, lips pressing against Rachel's neck again. She hums and goes back to sleep and Santana releases a deep breath, a small smile on her face.
Rachel is warm and soft and comfortable, her bare skin sticking to Santana's slightly. She smells like soap and like fresh sheets and like Rachel and Santana stops herself from taking Rachel, from fucking her fast and hard until she smells of sweat and heat and stickiness. She slides her fingers up the insides of Rachel's thighs instead, parting her legs with one of her own and kissing Rachel's neck again, tongue carefully tracing a path up her neck and below her ear.
She feels Rachel move again, legs spreading of their own volition. Rachel exhales, releasing a slow breath. She halfheartedly bats an arm behind her, swiping her fingers at the open air until she manages to connect with Santana's arm. She finds Santana's wrist and grips it lightly, squeezing it a couple of times.
"Please," she says breathlessly, voice barely a whisper. It's rough and it cracks slightly, unused and sleepy. Her eyes flutter open before drifting closed again. She angles her hips upwards and pulls her lip between her teeth, struggling to open her eyes again.
Santana stops moving, lips resting against the top of Rachel's back and fingers splayed across her thigh.
Rachel hums again, a low mmmm followed by a small groan. "Please," she whispers again.
