prompt from rockinrye: "Tonight I'm gonna dance for you." (Rachel/Santana, smut)
Santana has Rachel pinned to the door as soon as she steps inside their apartment. She grips Rachel's wrists and holds them against the front door, kissing her deeply and feeling Rachel gasp against her. Rachel's lips slide over hers, moving against her own lips sloppily. It's all wetness and heat and it makes Santana groan when Rachel struggles against the hands holding hers above her head.
Rachel's hips shift against her and Santana lets go of her wrists, the urge to touch her overcoming the need to hold her in place. Santana slides her palms over Rachel's sides, fingertips curling slightly, bunching the material of her dress when she reaches her hips.
Rachel sways slightly, cheeks and chest flush from dancing in a tiny dress and ridiculously high heels that she knew would turn Santana on. Rachel looks up at her through her eyelashes knowingly, lips swollen from their kisses.
Santana leans down again, closing the distance between them (Rachel's lips are too perfectly kissable for her to stay away for too long) but Rachel stops her with a hand on her chest. She presses her palm against Santana and pulls back.
"No," she says, breathless in the way that makes Santana almost instantly wet. She pushes off the door, moving Santana backwards.
"Baby," Santana starts.
Rachel leads her over to the couch, pausing in front of it to pull Santana against her and kiss her lightly. "Tonight," she kisses her again, "I'm gonna dance for you."
Santana groans again. "You've been dancing all night," she says. "All fucking night. In your fucking dress. With your fucking — everything. Seriously, you've been teasing me all night."
Rachel chuckles and rolls her eyes, pushing against Santana's chest until she falls back on to the couch with a soft oomph. "I don't know if you've noticed," she says, hands sliding up Santana's chest to rest on her shoulders, "but it's still nighttime."
Santana's hands instantly grip her hips, attempting to pull Rachel down on top of her, but she stands her ground. "No," she says firmly, staring down at Santana. "Tonight, I am going to dance for you."
Santana's eyes slip shut and her lips part. She nods, letting out a breathy moan in anticipation.
Rachel smirks, taking advantage of Santana's closed eyes to wrap a thin strip of fabric around her head, covering her eyes. Santana tries to protest but Rachel silences her with a finger placed over her lips.
"But I can't see you —"
"No," Rachel whispers, pressing her lips against Santana's neck. She places her hands over the ones on her waist, holding them there as she moves. "But you can feel me."
Santana inhales sharply and nods, fingers curling against Rachel's hips. Rachel's hands leave hers long enough to grab the remote from the table next to the couch, pressing a few buttons on it until music starts to play. (She doesn't know all of the songs in Santana's collection but she's sure that a playlist entitled songs to fuck Rachel to won't disappoint.)
The beat is heavy and slow. She feels Santana's hands on her, guiding her to the song. She moves her hips, leaning down and putting her hands on Santana's shoulders. Santana's hands slide down the outsides of her thighs as she moves, steady despite her lack of vision, and Rachel's eyes slip closed. She feels the music in her body, in her limbs and between her legs, and she lets it move her.
Santana's fingertips trail lightly down her legs towards the bottom of her dress. She reaches the hem and her fingers brush over Rachel's bare skin. She sighs wantonly.
She begins to lift Rachel's dress up slowly, feeling the muscles of Rachel's legs as she moves. She pictures the way Rachel's hips are moving, swaying from side to side, and the way her chest rises with each breath she takes, breasts barely concealed by the material of her dress. She licks her lips.
Rachel is closer to her now (she can feel her) and she slides her palms up Rachel's legs, pulling her dress up until it bunches around her hips. Her skin is so soft and Santana can't help the groan that escapes her when she realizes that Rachel isn't wearing any panties.
Rachel straddles her (fucking finally, she thinks) and Santana pulls her downwards until Rachel grinds against her. Rachel lets out another one of those breathless moans that makes Santana glad that she's sitting down because her knees are weak and Santana grips her hips.
Rachel continues to move, hips grinding down against her in time with the music and the pounding of Santana's heart. Rachel's hands are on her shoulders again, fingers curling over them tightly. She catches the faint hint of Rachel's perfume in the air and feels Rachel's chest brush against hers.
Santana drags her hand over Rachel's skin, down over her hip and across her leg towards her inner thigh slowly. She knows the contours of Rachel's body and her path is sure and steady. "Please?" Santana asks, pausing.
Rachel answers her by grinding down against the hand between her legs, wetness coating Santana's fingers. "You're so fucking wet," she moans.
"Mm-hmm," Rachel hums, grinding down against her hand again as a new song starts.
Santana releases a strangled breath, panting. She needs to touch Rachel, needs to feel her. She can feel it in the way her fingers tingle and ache. She slides her fingers through Rachel's wetness until she brushes over her clit. They both sigh at the contact.
Rachel's hips rise and then slowly slide back over her, legs spreading over the tops of Santana's thighs. She moves with the music still and Santana keeps time with her, fingers lightly circling around Rachel's clit. Rachel moves slightly faster as the song builds up, tension rising in both her body and the music.
She feels Rachel's thighs quiver and she moves her fingers faster, alternating between circling around Rachel's clit until she whimpers and brushing over it. When Santana's fingers slide down towards her entrance, Rachel's hips slip on the beat. She's so wet and the feeling of it makes Santana groan, the feeling of the wetness coating her fingers and the heat hovering over her body, the hips moving above her and the tensing of the muscles around her hand and beneath her fingers.
Santana slips the tips of two of her fingers inside Rachel, hearing her gasp and lose the music completely. Santana stills, waiting, feeling Rachel all around her, and after a moment, Rachel grinds her hips, pressing herself down on Santana's fingers until they're completely inside her.
Rachel raises herself off of Santana, hands gripping her shoulders, and lowers her body again. She leans forward, kissing her, lips sliding wetly across Santana's. The music is lost to her when she feels Santana's fingers curl inside her.
Rachel cants her hips, pressing herself as close to Santana as she can. Her hips buck forward, urging Santana deeper, and she gasps as Santana's fingers slide into her, meeting her movements with increasing urgency.
Santana's fingers curl upwards with every buck of Rachel's hips and she moves faster, pumping inside Rachel faster. Rachel moans above her and she can't see it, but she knows what it looks like, can picture it in her head, and she can feel Rachel's breath against her lips as she tries to kiss her again.
Santana's thumb presses against her clit, circling around it and then over it, faster and faster. Rachel's muscles clench around her fingers and she cries out. Her thighs tremble and her fingers dig into Santana's shoulders as she comes undone.
She stills her fingers, keeping them inside Rachel until the tension in her body releases and Rachel collapses on top of her. Rachel kisses her lazily, pulling the blindfold odd of her.
Rachel takes a deep breath, eyelids fluttering. "It's still nighttime," she says breathlessly.
Santana nods, smirking, and kisses her.
