Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #321:
"I don't know where we're going," Santana admitted huskily, "But I don't want that to stop…" She kissed Rachel slowly, deeply, eliciting an immediate moan in Rachel's mouth, "This."
(Tumblr tags: found in my bits and pieces file)
322:
"It wasn't a date. We didn't have a date."
Brittany frowned. "But you told me you had a date with Rachel! Did you not have a date on your date? I thought that was, like, a rule or something… That you have to have a date on your date. Otherwise it isn't a date. It's a dateless date." She paused. "A dateless date doesn't sound very fun…"
Santana snorted. "Oh, it wasn't. When you're moving in, ready for some sweet lady kisses, and then her phone beeps and she pulls back, so excited that the not-so-Jolly Green Giant's just asked her over so he can suffocate and squash her under his weight…? Yeah. Yeah." She swallowed, eyes averting. "Yeah. It takes all the fun out of it."
323:
Between kisses, Santana murmured, "You want a boy or girl?"
Rachel smiled. "Either."
"Quintuplets?"
"Santana!"
(Tumblr tags: not that there's anything wrong with quintuplets, rachel would just be unprepared, (not to mention santana would be too!), :D, another find in my prompts and bits/bits and pieces file)
324:
Santana took one look at her blind date. "I don't date straight girls."
The girl blinked, looking affronted.
"Mmhm." Taking a sip of her wine, Santana sat back in her chair, surveying the - pretty, if growing into it - brunette. "Been there, done that, got the panties on my bedpost to show for it."
The girl made a face, but to her credit, still sat, and, finishing another sip of her wine, Santana's lips curled up behind the glass.
"As much as I don't appreciate that being the first thing you said to me, as well as you didn't introduce yourself, you're Santana, I presume?" The girl held out her hand over the table, cold fingers squeezing around hers, "I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry."
Santana couldn't help it. She snorted, returning Rachel's handshake and shaking her head, grinning. "You're just begging for someone to talk about drinking your 'berry juice' aren't you? Wow."
And, laughing as Rachel absolutely bristled, mouth open and glaring at her, Santana swallowed the rest of her wine, leaned forward, and listened to all the reasons why she was completely out of line, incorrect about Rachel's sexuality, thank you very much, and how no one had been talking about cunning linguistics, also thank you very much!
(Tumblr tags: if someone had asked rachel later, after she'd woken up in santana's bed naked and sated, what had attracted her to the caustic girl..., she wouldn't have had an answer, at least not a satisfying one, aside from perhaps 'YOU experience santana and tell me you aren't tempted!', also, you may have already been drinking santana but really, interesting that your mind went THERE first hmm?, heh)
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And here's an add-on by FoxChaos!:
Santana's smirk never fades, but over the course of the 20 minute long verbatim her eyes definitely start to sparkle a little more. Amusement and mischief seem to be the obvious culprits, but Rachel cant stop herself. She is going to prove to this (stupidly) gorgeous woman that she is JUST as interested in women on a romantic and sexual level as any lesbian one way or another gosh darn it.
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And here's my add-on tags:
YESSSSS, perfection
325:
"It's not about loss. It's about change."
"Yeah, well," Santana's voice was cold as she shrugged into her jacket, flat eyes meeting Rachel's, "If you ask me, it just sounds like a rationalization for breaking up."
(Tumblr tags: 'santana no -', 'whatevs, see ya later berry', 'santana, SANTANA')
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And here's an add-on by 14andtaller-than-elise3auman:
#oof imagine the aftermath of this #after santana storms off #but has to go back #(i imagine this is in the apartment they share with hummel) #oof imagine the pain and angst #because it takes days for santana to go back #and when she does she's acting as though nothing ever happened #as if shes perfectly okay #and it hurts rachel because she knows shes not #oof imagine
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And my add-on tags:
oh oh oh
326:
Courtesy of an anon!:
She'd never really been sure about anything in her life. She wasn't sure about her social status in high school, she wasn't sure about being gay, she wasn't sure about being out with Brittany, she wasn't sure about Louisville, she wasn't sure about what she wanted to do with her life once she'd made it to NYC. But here in this moment, putting the ring on her finger, there wasn't a doubt or worry in her mind. Santana Lopez wants to be with Rachel Berry for the rest of her life. She's sure of it.
327:
"W-what?" Rachel spluttered, a second after keeping her eyes closed after the kiss, staring at the girl who had moved back into her seat next to her on her bed.
Santana rolled her eyes. "It was a kiss, Berry."
"I know that. But - why?"
And Santana's lips moved up, Rachel's gaze dropping to watch before she snapped it back up. "Because you're in love with me."
Rachel's lips parted. "What?" she asked, high and breathy, her hands pressed close to her chest.
Santana smirked, almost more of a smile than a smirk, and she scooted sideways, her thigh touching Rachel's knee. "Rache." Her hand settled onto Rachel's, prying it away from her chest and dropping it, lacing their fingers over her own knee. "You're in love with me," she asserted, repeating herself. "And I…" Her eyes flickered away for a moment, tongue darting out to lick her lips, "I'm fond of you too."
"Only fond…?" Rachel could only repeat snippets of what Santana said. Never mind the love part of it. It would have been annoying, if she had been able to think ahead. But as it was, she could barely focus on anything else than the pounding in her chest or the rushing through her veins. She wasn't even sure she was breathing. How could she not know if she was breathing?
Santana's hand squeezed hers, drawing Rachel's eyes back on her, helping her suddenly be able to breathe again. Santana exhaled, shaking her head. "Rache… I'm different than you. I can't just…" She stopped, licked her lips again, and bowed her head. "Look." She raised her eyes, meeting Rachel's again, easing the tightening of her chest, "I… Want to. For the first time… With anyone other than Britt… I want to. But I…" Her free hand reached up, fingertips warm and trembling, almost sweating, against Rachel's cheek. They brushed up and along her cheekbone, curling around her ear, tangling in her hair. Santana's smile was crooked, dimples still on display; and after a pause, she searched Rachel's eyes. "It might take some time, but I do," she promised, nodding her head, "Want to fall in love with you too."
(Tumblr tags: a random bits and pieces from my files)
328:
Santana leaned in, purposefully blowing hot air along Rachel's neck and ear. "You look so sexy tonight," she hummed, smirking, hands settling heavily down onto Rachel's hips; turning her so she faced her instead of the rest of the party, she pressed her lips to Rachel's ear, "Want to get out of here?"
Shivering, and raising her hand to press it against Santana's bicep, Rachel swallowed, stuttered, and nodded.
329:
Santana's arms were cold, beading water droplets sliding wet under Rachel's fingers. "Santana…?" she breathed, reaching up a hand to brush soaked bangs away from dark, red-rimmed eyes.
"Rachel." Santana shook her head, licking rain from her lips. Her fingers gently pressed into the side of Rachel's face, making her shiver at the chill drawn across her cheek.
"Santana. You're freezing. You need to – "
Santana's fingers slid down to press against her lips. "No," she whispered, pulling Rachel into her bone cold, shaking body, "I know we're over. I know I was stupid. But please. Please."
"San – "
"I still love you."
"…San."
(Tumblr tags: another find in my prompts and bits/bits and pieces file, circa 2011, when i was just a baby pezberry ficcer, :D)
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And an add-on by 14andtaller-than-elise3auman:
#oh god #i can just imagine #rachel ending it because she didn't feel the spark anymore #but santana thought they were just fine #but she just felt #nothing she did made rachel happy #so when rachel told her she thought they should end it #be better off as friends #santana lost it #she yelled #and screamed #so many hurtful things #she wasnt that kind of girl anymore #but she just #she didnt want it to end #she didnt want her only human form of happiness #to go away #so she yelled awful things to make her think later #that she was the bad one #because of what she said #so she wouldn't go back #but she just couldn't help it #she needed to find rachel and tell her she needed her #and she did
330:
"How are you not feeling the cold, Santana!" Rachel shrilled, already tugging at her sleeves to force her puffy jacket off, ostensibly to push it into Santana's arms.
But, "Whoah-oh-oh!" Santana laughed, pushing Rachel away, "Calm your tits, Hobbette! I run hotter than normal. So keep your Tolkien germs away!"
Opening her mouth, obviously planning on protesting, Rachel's hand, instead, went to Santana's forearm, settling and taking in the warmth of it. And, "…Fine," she acquiesced, cheeks turning pink before she turned away, taking back her hand and shrugging back into her jacket, "You seem to be - - hot."
Watching her and unconsciously standing taller, Santana smirked. "Damn right, Berry," she preened, "So hot."
(Tumblr tags: oh santana, oh rachel, :D)