A/N: You can blame Lea Michele's legs for this one.
Walking directly up to Rachel, Santana pushed her palm over her shoulder against the back of her chair, bending and dropping her other hand. Sliding it down Rachel's crossed leg, fingers and palm cupping the smooth calf and slipping under her knee sock, she stared directly into Rachel's eyes. "This..."
"This...?" Rachel breathed, trembling, eyes fluttering shut when Santana's nose brushed along her cheek.
"Needs to be wrapped around me." Ghosting her lips across Rachel's when her head fell back, the tip of her tongue dipped out to trace her full lower lip. Smirking when Rachel's mouth opened, Rachel lifting a hand to press against Santana's breastbone, she hmmed, allowing the smaller girl to push their mouths together. "San..."
"Rachel..." Santana parroted huskily, scraping her fingernails along the line of Rachel's calf. Swallowing the resulting gasp and moan, she slowly, slowly pulled her hand up, barely touching her skin at all by the time she reached her knee. Rubbing her thumb along the tender joint, she waited until Rachel's dark gaze met her own to whisper, "My house. Eight."
Swallowing, Rachel's fingers lightly dug into the fabric of Santana's shirt. Dropping her eyes and trying to catch her breath, she shivered when Santana's lips brushed along her cheek, trailing down soft and teasing until they pressed against hers, asking for attention. Eyes flicking up to meet Santana's again, she lifted her other hand to curl around Santana's neck, and whispered her answer directly into Santana's mouth.
