Legs opening just a bit more, Rachel licks her lips, eyes focused more on Santana's own lips than anything else, save for the warm hand creeping up under her skirt.
"I believe that would be the best course of action, yes."
And not a second later she's leaning in, maneuvering herself to straddle Santana and kissing her fervently. She hadn't realized how badly she had missed the connection that physical closeness brought, but the kiss alone made her heart swell up and her stomach do flips.
This is all the encouragement Santana needs. Her hand splayed against Rachel's upper thigh, kneading lightly, she opens her mouth to kiss her, wet and somewhat sloppy with her desire. She gropes to cup Rachel's ass with her free hand, pulling her closer against her on her lap and groaning softly into the kiss. Months of lack of contact have her so revved up that she's already getting wet even at this small amount of contact in such brief time; it's almost embarrassing.
Rachel isn't doing much better, already feeling hot and ridiculously aroused. She HAD planned on going slow, but they had done slow before, and frankly, she was more than ready for some make-up sex. Panting, hands wrapping around to grasp at the material of Santana's shirt, Rachel gasps, "Are we— really going to—- mmnn- have sex on the couch?"
"Do you want to?" is Santana's breathless response in her ear just before she bites down on the lobe, nibbling and flicking her tongue over its shell. She is already easing her fingers beneath the band of Rachel's panties, arching her hips up towards her.
With a hiss and a pleased moan, Rachel does a mental check of the time. Her fathers left five minutes before Santana arrived; they had at least three hours before anyone would be home.
"God. Okay. Yes. Bed later, sex now," is Rachel's labored response, her hips already rolling down in search of Santana's fingers.
Two months without Santana? They may have been necessary, but God, so was this. Definitely this.
This clearly isn't going to be drawn out and in fact, doesn't need to involve removal of clothes at all in Santana's opinion. She again wastes no time, hasty to get straight to the "good" part. With one hand kneading Rachel's ass, first over, then under her panties, her other hand's fingers slowly stroke the outer area of Rachel's vagina, rubbing, kneading, before she inserts one finger inside, beginning to rub circles over her clitoris with light, then increasing pressure.
Rachel's head falls to Santana's shoulder, and she kisses and nips at any skin she can get her mouth on as she breathes heavily, hips canting down and forwards, hands fisting into Santana's shirt. She wasn't going to last long. Not at all. Even with only a single finger in her tight channel and Santana stroking over her clit she already felt her inner walls fluttering and pressure building up in the pit of her stomach.
"G- Ohgod— San—- Santana-"
Santana is breathing heavily herself, her breath stirring Rachel's hair as her finger moves faster, building friction within her. She moves her free hand to help brace Rachel, thoroughly enjoying the desperation in her voice.
It takes all of five more minutes, and Rachel is cumming, her body shaking and trembling against Santana as her muscles clamp down her and nails dig into her back. As the orgasm slowly subsides, Rachel pushes through the initial drowsiness, hands going to cup Santana's face as she kisses her hotly, before husking, "D-down. On the couch. I need my mouth on you."
Santana is already still pretty hot simply touching Rachel and being part of her getting off. She is slow to pull back from Rachel enough to lie down, but as she does so, opening her legs, she does have time to think she's grateful as hell she had chosen to wear a tight, short dress today. Not that most of her dresses don't meet this description.
Rachel knows she wants to be able to feel Santana, skin on skin, and just get used to her body again, revel in touching and being touched, but right now she has a single minded goal; get Santana Lopez off with nothing but her tongue. She settled between the girl's thighs as Santana lifted up her dress, and hummed in pleasure when she felt two hands on her head, guiding her down to where Santana wanted her. With a little work and maneuvering Santana's panties were off, Rachel's head was being pushed down, and, with a quiet moan, Rachel licked up the girl's wet slit, slowly.
Santana sucked in her breath sharply as Rachel's tongue made contact, and she lifted her hips slightly, feeling her back begin to arch. Eyes shutting tightly, she twines her fingers in Rachel's hair, exerting pressure to her head to push Rachel further against her.
Rachel moaned into Santana's center, teasing around the girl's outer lips for a bit, licking up the copious amounts of arousal, before turning her attention completely to getting Santana off. She thrust her tongue suddenly and sharply inside of Santana, humming against the girl and sending vibrations straight through her as she nuzzled and angled her head a little more for better access.
Santana practically screams out loud in response to Rachel, her outcry hoarse and throaty but not lacking in volume. Head thrown all the way back, her hips buck forward sharply, and she cums two minutes later with a shudder that runs through her from core downward, leaving her chest heaving, thigh muscles shaking.
Taking her time to clean Santana up, Rachel doesn't come up until Santana has completely ridden out her orgasm, licking up every drop of release that she can. Finally, she scoots up, settling herself on top of Santana, her head on her chest. Despite the fact that it had, essentially, been a quick fuck, Rachel felt rather content and sated. They had gotten some of the pent up hormones out, and later Rachel was sure that it would be a lot slower. For now, she was happy.
"This… was honestly a lot less dramatic than I expected. …I think we're getting better at this being in love thing."
Santana is still getting herself back together somewhat as Rachel settles over her chest, but she isnt' too dazed to wrap her arms around Rachel, hugging her close against her. One hand on Rachel's head, she lazily strokes her hair.
"So…you're still in love with me?"
Nodding, Rachel closes her eyes and breathes out.
"Yes… That never stopped, you know. Things wouldn't hurt as much as they do sometimes if I wasn't so head over heels for you, Santana Lopez… And I certainly wouldn't have gone to bed every night imagining your arms around me."
A soft smile curves Santana's lips, and she tightens her arms around Rachel, kissing the top of her head.
"Did you imagine other things?"
Snorting, playfully slapping Santana's shoulder, Rachel smiles back.
"I did, actually. Things such as… you cooking me dinner. Or… giving me a piggyback ride to classes. You know, normal things," the smaller girl teased.
"Cooking you dinner? Now that definitely is imagination," Santana teases back, poking the side of Rachel's head. "You calling me abnormal now? Well join the club 'cause I'm pretty sure you're the one who just made me scream.
Rachel giggles, nipping at the finger poking her head. "It's a talent, what can I say?"
Santana grabs Rachel's hand, biting her fingers back playfully. "You can say a lot. Should I give instructions?"
"On what to say, or…" Rachel kisses Santana's jawline, "how to make you cum? Hm… I do /love/ when you… instruct me in the bedroom."
"This is such an invitation," Santana smirks, arching her neck to give Rachel greater access as her hand drifted lower down her back. "And it's not even engraved in gold and delivered with a star stamp."
"I'm sure I have a gold star somewhere." Rachel nuzzles Santana's neck, slowly starting to rock her hips against Santana's pelvis. "Should I stop and get one for you?"
"Stop is not a word that should ever be in your vocabulary," Santana breathed.
She started to sit up as much as she could while still having Rachel over her, attempting to readjust so her legs are wrapped around Rachel's waist. Rachel shifts as well, so that they're both more comfortable, continuing to hump against Santana as she kisses her, both hands massaging Santana's breasts as Rachel moves to nibble at Santana's ear lobe, then down to her neck before going back to her lips once more. Santana moves with Rachel, grinding herself against her, her nipples hardening at Rachel's attentions. Her own hands are roaming everywhere they can grasp on the other girl, over her arms and breasts and down her sides and back and thighs, unable to get enough of touching her.
Shifting enough so that she's pressed against Santana's thigh, with her own thigh against Santana, Rachel's hips move harder and faster, more desperately, and before long she can't even keep up the kisses. She clings tightly to Santana, thrusting her hips down against the muscular thigh between her legs and pushing her thigh hard against Santana's clit as much as she can.
"A-after—- I want— the bed. You. To- to take me. Harder, and longer. I want to feel you when— oh— I wake up tomorrow. All day."
Santana rides her out, barely hearing or paying attention to Rachel's words, but her tone is definitely further arousing her. With each hit against her clit from Rachel's thigh the pressure within her is building, and it takes her even less time now than before to release. She can feel her dampness soaking Rachel's thigh as she pants into her neck, occasionally sucking and nipping at the skin there even as she is trying to catch her breath.
"F-fuck…"
Santana biting and sucking at her neck sends Rachel over the edge again. Her thrusting becomes sloppy, already sensitive clit and pussy throbbing as she cums, faster but stronger than before. Her muscles give out then, and she collapses half on top of Santana, panting and moaning breathlessly as she feels Santana's thigh muscles twitch and jerk against her soaked panties and over-stimulated clit.
Santana's hand is splayed over the small of Rachel's back, her thumb rubbing slowly over her spine just above it. She kisses Rachel's neck again, inhaling slowly.
"You smell…like you…"
Rachel giggles, sighing deeply. "Mmmm… you, too… Missed you… We should… probably go upstairs now. Small nap, and then…" She scoots up just enough to whisper into Santana's ear, "My body is yours for the taking for the next 2 and a half hours."
"Now…don't wait."
But Santana's muscles are still quivering, and she doesn't possess the coordination or energy to stand, let alone go upstairs. When she attempts to get up she ends up slumping back, locking her arms around Rachel and pulling her back with her.
With a grunt, Rachel gives in, not having the motivation or strength to move any more than Santana does.
"Okay… nap here. Just…"
Stretching out her arm weakly, Rachel barely manages to pick up her phone off the floor, and she quickly set an alarm for thirty minutes. With that done, she collapses back against Santana, nuzzling into her chest with a small smile on her face.
"Mmmn… And I really missed my favorite boob pillow."
"Mmm."
Santana had very much missed having Rachel use her as a pillow. She had missed the warm, solid weight of Rachel's body against hers, the tickle of her hair against her skin, her heartbeat over hers and her breath beginning to fall into rhythm with hers. She had missed so damn much, and as she holds her close to herself, her breathing beginning to even out, she is still smiling, even as she whispers back to her.
"I missed you so damn much. I knew you'd have to give in."
Laughing tiredly, snuggling more into Santana as much as she physically can, Rachel hums in agreement.
"You're irresistible, Santana Lopez… And… I'm glad you never gave up on me… even when I was giving up on myself, and us.. I love you. I love you so much."
Santana closes her eyes, hiding her smile in Rachel's shoulder as she nods against her, completely relaxing. "I love you too."
88
Going over to Santana's was something Brittany always loved, maybe not so much now that Santana's abuela was crazy, but when Santana suggested she come over and they do each other's hair she couldn't pass it up. It would also be the first time the two of them actually hung out since the kiss, Brittany wasn't worried though- except for maybe when she thought about Tina. She hoped Tina would be okay with it, but she wasn't entirely sure she would be.
Brittany hollered that she was leaving at whoever it was that was in the kitchen as she grabbed the keys to her car and left the house. On her way to Santana she's blared the music on the radio. There was one thing Brittany did not love about going to Santana's and that was going into Lima Heights. It was different there, it gave her a weird feeling in her stomach every single time, but always felt better when she was at least a block away from Santana's.
She pulled up in front of Santana's house, quickly glancing around before she got out and power walked up to the front door. Brittany knocked several times, then kicked the tip of her shoe on the concrete and hummed as she waited for someone who hopefully wouldn't be Santana's abuela to open the door.
It was Maribel Lopez who answered the door, and she blinks, somewhat surprised, to see Brittany standing there. Santana's mother has grown accustomed lately to no one coming to the house, since Rachel has broken up with Santana and since Santana has come out and chosen instead to go to others' homes. She recovers quickly though, smiling at her and stepping back for her to come in.
"Brittany, I have not seen you in some time, how are you?"
Santana comes up quickly then, taking hold of Brittany's arm and attempting to steer her away. "She's leaving Mami. We'll be in my room okay?" To Brittany she mutters, "Please don't encourage her, she talks way too much and you know it."
When Brittany saw the bottom of the door open, she brought her head up and smiled at the small lady standing in front of her. It'd been a while since Brittany had even ran into the woman who at one time had practically been her second mother.
"Hey, Mrs. Lopez. I'm good, thanks. How are you?"
Santana's hand on her arm took Brittany a bit by surprise, but she knew she wouldn't her to stand there and talk to her mother for the whole evening. "I like talking to your mom and it's your fault, you didn't answer the door, if you would've we wouldn't even be having this conversation."
"I'm doing well," Maribel reached out to pat her shoulder, still smiling at her. "You and your outfits, always so interesting and bright. This one here is more along the lines of dark and tight," She rolls her eyes at Santana, who rolls her eyes right back at her.
"Come onnn," Santana whined, pulling Brittany with her down the hallway. "You know how she talks your ear off if you let her."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it." She smiled, quickly glancing at the hand on her shoulder, then over at Santana who obviously didn't want her talking. "I think Santana looks good in those types of things." Brittany shrugged her shoulders.
Brittany smiled at Santana whining and followed behind her. "I know, but I really don't mind. Your mom is funny and she tells me hilarious things about baby Santana."
"Oh, she does, and she certainly knows it," Maribel rolls her eyes even as she smiles at her daughter. "A little too good sometimes."
"Don't be a stranger, Brittany," she calls as Santana drags her away, and Santana hastens her into her room, groaning when Brittany mentions "baby Santana stories." "What did she tell you last? I'm gonna kill her."
Brittany smiled at Maribel, softly nodding as she listened to her, but keeping her attention on how annoyed Santana seemed to be.
"I won't be." She looked back at Santana's mother for a moment. Brittany thought for a second when Santana asked her about the stories, it'd been so long that she honestly couldn't remember. "She just tells me some of the cute things you did, nothing too embarrassing." She shrugged.
"I didn't cut my hair into a crew cut on purpose, I thought I could make cool zigzag shapes!" Santana said defensively, rolling her eyes. As they went into her bedroom, she shut the door deliberately behind her. "And I only put my underwear on backward that ONE TIME, anyone could have made the mistake of thinking she brought the wrong size."
Brittany began laughing at the things Santana was telling her, not to be mean but it was funny. "You had a crew cut? Your mom never told me those things! Why didn't she tell me that?" She plopped back onto Santana's bed, still smiling up at her friend. "I shouldn't laugh, I'm sorry."
Santana groaned, burying her face in her hands half playfully, half sincerely embarrassed." Because she was probably too busy telling you about the time I made fun of the black dude at the counter and mocked the way he said double chili cheeseburger and then broke out into a Ludicrous song complete with gangsta symbols when I was six or something like that too."
She lifted her head, rolling her eyes at Brittany. "Tell me stories about baby Brittany and then we're even."
"You didn't!" She laughed as she laid back on Santana's bed. "Your mom didn't tell me that either, you should probably stop talking before you tell me every single embarrassing thing you ever did in your time as baby Santana."
Brittany thought for a moment, before snapping her fingers. "One time, we were at a restaurant, like a really nice one, and I crawled up on the table and pretended to be a dog. Loud barking, eating with no hands, pretending to pee- full on dog. And I was good at it too, no one else thought so, but you'll probably never see a better human dog than I was."
Santana broke out laughing at this, her eyes almost closing with the wideness of her smile. She propped herself up on her chin, turning to face Brittany. "I wish I had seen that. I would have joined you…I could have been a cat."
She reaches out and strokes her fingers through Brittany's hair affectionately, as though she is petting a dog now.
"I too wish you could've been there, it would've been so much more fun if you would've been there, but you would've had to be a dog too- cats and dogs, they don't get along and we get along just perfectly. Most of the time." She softly shrugged.
When Santana started petting her hair, Brittany looked over at her still smiling. She missed this with Santana, how comfortable it used to be, before everything go complicated.
"There are weird cats that like dogs," Santana shrugged, still running her fingers through Brittany's hair. "Actually cats don't like anyone, even other cats…except a few they choose. So that's me. I'm a cat."
She twirls a strand of Brittany's hair, then starts to braid it absently. "How do you want your hair?"
"It actually kind of makes sense. Is that why Lord Tubbington and you don't get along, because you're both cats who get irritated very easily and don't really like anyone except for me?" Brittany asked, grinning at her best friend.
Brittany thought for a moment. "Do whatever you want, just make me look extremely pretty."
"Must be it. Also, he tries to eat my shoelaces and my gel pens," Santana smiled too, moving to sit behind Brittany on the bed. As she undoes the braid, beginning to smooth her fingers through Brittany's hair again to finger comb out any tangles, she replies to her, "I don't have to do anything at all then since you already are."
She gets up, coming back with a handful of various hair accessories, and begins to twist sections of Brittany's hair and pin it with bobby pins to make a complicated updo.
He only does that kind of stuff out of love, he just wants you to like him, but it doesn't work." Brittany sat up, leaning her head back and pushing all her hair behind her shoulders so her hair was easier for Santana to access. "Santana Lopez, you took the words right out of my mouth.
Brittany watched as Santana came back with hair stuff. "Do I look super beyond pretty yet?" She asked right after Santana began fixing her hair.
"He hates me," Santana repeats with conviction, shrugging. "He tried to sneak kitty litter into my drink once, it was horrible. I was gagging on grit for days."
"What words?" she plays innocent, still smiling as she continues to twist and pin Brittany's hair. "You're already super beyond pretty. I can't do anything to improve on what's already awesome."
"No he doesn't. Maybe he was trying to… well I don't know what he was trying to do, but I'm sure I could find out. I'm also sure he didn't mean any harm, kitty litter is non-toxic. He wants you to love him, he just has a weird way of showing it." She turned her head for a moment, looking back at Santana before looking forward and leaning her head back again.
Brittany playfully rolled her eyes and smiled. "I know, but I want you to me make look prettier than I already am, it may be a hard task, but I believe in you." She reached her hand back and patted Santana's leg.
"Right, I'll remember that next time he claws out handfuls of my hair when I sit too close to his candy bars," Santana rolled her eyes again, smirking. "Hold your head still, Britt."
She smiles as Brittany pats her, nudging her with her knee as she works on her hair. Finally she pats the result lightly, pleased. "Voila Madame Stunning. Check you out."
"That's like rule number one- you don't get near his candy. You should know that by now." She groaned when Santana told her to keep her head still. "I can't, it's pretty much impossible. My head has it's own mind, it does what it wants."
She feels Santana softly touch her hair and smiles excitedly ready to see what her hair looks like. "Is that Spanish for something? You know I don't speak Spanish." She hopped off Santana's bed walking over to the mirror, her smile grew when she saw her hair. "A+ Miss Lopez!"
"Fatso feline," Santana smirked. "That's French, Britt."
She smiles as she watches Brittany look at her hair, taking a mock bow. "My talented hands are work again. Then again what part of me isn't amazing."
"Be nice, Santana!" She playfully shoved Santana. "Is it? How do you even know French?"
Brittany softly clapped her hands as Santana took a bow. "Your taste in women. Speaking of, how are things going with Rachel?" She asked sitting behind Santana so she could do her hair. "What do you want done?"
"I'm smart like that," Santana smiled, nudging her back. Moving to sit up in front of Brittany, she crosses her legs, leaning her head back, anticipating. "Anything…just play with it."
She smiles widely when Brittany mentions Rachel, briefly ducking her head. "It's going awesome. She took me back and she's being actually normal."
Brittany made a slightly disgusted face as Santana spoke about Rachel and began separating Santana's hair into sections. "Are we talking normal normal or like, Rachel normal because there's a difference. Like a huge difference."
"You realize you're probably going to die from hanging out with me," Brittany informed her. She knew that more than likely Tina wouldn't be very happy about her hanging out with Santana either.
"Well, none of us are normal," Santana points out, shrugging. "So I guess Rachel normal."
She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying Brittany's fingers in her hair. Eyes still closed, she holds up her hand as though to counter her. "I will not die. She knows I'm here. She knows nothing is ever going to happen with us again, ever."
"Some of us are more normal than others." She widened her eyes, continuing on Santana's hair. "I'm just going to ask it, what do you even see in Rachel Berry? Of all people in McKinley or Lima- the world, why that?"
Brittany stopped braiding for a moment, when Santana held her hand up. "You're dating the biggest diva with the worst attitude, it doesn't matter what she says, she's still going to make you pay later. And who knows what Tina will think."
Santana's shoulders stiffened, and she clinches her jaw, her voice growing defensive fast. "What do you see in Tina? Huh? No, don't even answer it, I might puke."
She tenses further when Brittany stops braiding her hair, turning her head to look back at her. "She does not have the worst attitude. She knows we're friends. She knows I love her and I'll never hurt her again. As for Tina? I don't care what Tina thinks."
"Stop getting so mad, it's just a question." Brittany sighed heavily, then smiled. "Too late, you already asked. Tina is probably one of the greatest most amazing people I've ever met. She's smart, beautiful, caring and funny. I could be having the worst day ever and Tina makes it all okay. Oh and she's really good in bed, so. But when I'm with her I feel like I'm walking on clouds, I'm a happy gal."
Brittany closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment. "She kind of does, especially in glee club, I guess I don't know much about her outside of there, but glee club Rachel is what makes me not want to get to know her outside of there. So, if Rachel came up to you tomorrow and said 'Santana, I want you to stop hanging out with Brittany', you'd just tell her to live with it?"
Santana's face is becoming something of a thunder cloud as she listens, though she tries not to show it. It's still made clear in her posture even as she keeps her face averted….especially when she says about her being good in bed. "You've had SEX with her?"
"She does not," she says in response to her words about Rachel. "She's different out of Glee. Seriously. You'd have to see and you won't since you ditched her last time you said you would. And she wouldn't ask me that."
Brittany crinkled her nose at Santana's question and nodded. "Uh, yeah, since Valentine's Day. Is it really that shocking? She's my girlfriend and stays the night at my house more than she stays the night at her own house, so how you didn't catch on…"
"That's because I didn't want to be seen in a public place with her, plus I don't exactly see you going out of your way to get to know Tina. Wasn't that part of our deal- you get to know Tina and I'd get to know Rachel? How do you know she wouldn't?" She started braiding Santana's hair again, her arms getting tired from just holding it.
Santana is silent for several minutes as Brittany braids her hair, barely feeling her fingers, still glaring down towards her lap. She doesn't want to think of Brittany having sex with anyone, let alone Tina, and she clinches and unclinches her hands in her lap, digging her nails into her palms before she responds.
"You should have done what you promised, Britt. I never promised I'd get to know Tina. I know her already. I just said I'd stop being as mean."
Brittany finishes Santana's braid in silence, wrapping a hair tie around the end of her hair, slapping her hands down on her legs. "Done. Go see how pretty you look." She pointed over at the mirror.
"I almost did, I should get credit for even considering getting together with her. Yes, you did, Santana, I told you that if you got to know Tina and stop being so mean I'd do the same. I've gotten further into that promise than you have." Brittany leaned back on the bed, propping herself up with her forearms.
"I was sort of nice to Tina. I haven't talked to her. That's like, super nice," Santana countered, exhaling and rolling her eyes upward. She takes her time walking to the mirror and glances at herself, nodding but not really paying much attention before turning back to her.
"What are you doing for prom?"
"That's not being nice, that's ignoring her. Exactly what I do to Rachel." She rested her head on her own shoulder. "I'll talk to Rachel, okay? I'll get together with her if she wants to, but you have to do the same with Tina."
Brittany chewed on her lip and shrugged. "I have no clue, I don't even know if Tina would want to go with me or not. What about you, what are you going to do?"
"Ignoring is nice," Santana muttered. "It is. It's way nicer than calling names and drawing dirty pictures."
She has no idea if Rachel wants to get together with Brittany and expects she doesn't, just like she expects Tina doesn't want to get together with her. She doesn't say so though.
"Take her to prom, if she'll let me," she responds, fiddling with her braid absently. "I'll make her let me."
"Whatever, then we'll just live the rest of our lives hating each others girlfriends. We'll never be able to go out on double dates or anything super awesome like that." She sat back up when Santana mentioned dirty pictures. "Wait, did you draw dirty pictures of Tina? Did you make her look hot?"
"You can't make someone go to prom with you, Santana."
"You hate Rachel?" Santana narrows her eyes at Brittany, bothered. "WHY?"
She looks away, shrugging, as Brittany asks about the pictures. "I did. I did NOT make her look hot. Not possible."
"Yes I can make her. Or influence her strongly to say yes."
"Santana," Brittany sighed running her hand down her face. "I've hated her since as long as I can remember- we hated her together at one point. That was like our hobby."
She tilted her head, smiling. "It's very possible. And why are you even thinking of her naked, Santana."
"If you need it, I can always help you." Brittany quickly shrugged, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
Santana can now barely remember let alone comprehend a time where she hated Rachel. She blinks at Brittany, attempting to recall, and then shrugs, dismissing. "Well we shouldn't have."
She flushes at Brittany's pointed look, immediately holding up both hands defensively. "I wasn't like for real! It was mocking her! Efforts to ruin her life and self-esteem!"
She looks up at Brittany through her eyelashes, skeptical. "How will you help me if you hate her?"
"We did the same the same thing to Tina- not as bad as what we did to Rachel- we shouldn't have done that either." She told Santana, shaking her head, slowly getting aggravated with this conversation.
Brittany's smile faded completely away and she rolled her eyes. "I'd much rather you think of her naked than that."
"I love you and you're my best friend, so even if I strongly dislike your girlfriend, I'll still help you if you need it." She shrugged again.
Santana can see Brittany's irritation with her, but she can't say that it bothers her much in the moment. She's still somewhat sulking over having heard Brittany confirm that she hates Rachel and has slept with Tina as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Hearing Brittany confirm that she loves her and is her best friend, Santana is nevertheless somewhat bothered. She's heard and seen Brittany profess love for Tina so many times by now that she is still somewhat insecure about whether Brittany still loves her, or whether she's her favorite. She knows it's not like that between them and never will be; she loves Rachel and has finally earned her back, and Brittany loves Tina inexplicably. But after their kiss things have been kind of weird, and it bothers her to think that maybe Tina has crept beyond her place in Brittany's life. She is quiet as she plays with the end of her braid.
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Texts
Santana: *sends a scantily clad pictures of herself*
Rachel:Stttaaaahhppp!·
Rachel:Teasing is rude, Santana Lopez.
·Santana:Who says I'm teasing?·
Rachel:You're purposefully making me blush. That's teasing.
·Santana:You love it.·
Santana:I can certainly clothe myself in a burka if it turns out you don't though.
Rachel:[receives picture]
Rachel:H-how- Where even-
Rachel:Exactly how many bikinis do you own?
Santana:Eighteen. You?
Santana:You can take pictures of each to prove it. Or I can ;)·
Rachel:I have three bikinis. And only one is even remotely as... revealing as your own.
Rachel:I would not, however, be opposed to a private pool party when the weather warms up.
Santana:We obviously need to take you shopping. And I must be present in the dressing room for each.
Santana:Uh, "not opposed" is a mild description of my thoughts.
Rachel:Santana, you're not coming in the dressing room with me. We both know what could happen, given your inability to control your hands around me.
Santana:and that would be bad because...
Rachel:I feel as though you've been watching too many pornographies, Santana...
Santana:how many is "too many?"
Rachel:Enough that you forget that it's incredibly easy to get caught having sex in a dressing room and that it's very, very illegal...
Santana:so we stay quiet, I can bring a gag ;)
Rachel:If I promise to let you have your way with me, plus gag, AFTER the shopping trip, can we please avoid public sex?
Santana:...
Santana:Is that a serious yes to the gag
Santana:yes yes yes yes
Santana: We are going prom shopping today. Come.
Rachel: What? Now? Already? Am I meeting you?
Rachel: Nevermind. I see you are outside my house. I'll be down in 2 minutes =)
Santana: I'm waiting. Counting the seconds. Literally. So far it has been 34.
Rachel: You're ridiculous.
Santana: Name calling is bullying and bullying is rude :p
Santana: ...whatttt no. You're not allowed. I'll barge. And stalk. And badger. I may even resort to whining.
Rachel: I'll distract you with kisses and the new Victoria's Secret underwear I bought the other day. ;)
Santana: hmmm
Santana: no. I'm not that easy. Nope.
Rachel: But it's black lace... I even have a matching bra. And that garter belt you want me to buy but I said I'd look silly.
Rachel: In case you were wondering, I don't silly at all ;)
Santana: ...
Santana: You fight dirty.
Santana: No. No, I can still see allll of that while watching you pick a prom dress.
Rachel: Nope. Already changed. You only get to see more of that if you promise to wait to see my prom dress. I'll try them on today of course, but you won't know the final decision until prom night :)
Santana: ….you suck. You suck so hard. When did you become a badass ?When did you become an EVIL badass?
Rachel: You taught me well 3
Santana: ughhhh you SUCK. Hurry up and come down here.
