Jordan was devastated. After an amazing show in Memphis, especially thanks to two teenagers, the anvil of reality hit the band. In the middle of that afternoon, the detective handling the case found the van completely burned out near a junkyard on the outskirts of town. It was possible to identify Jordan's vehicle because of the license plate and chassis number that survived the fire. There was no news about the instruments, not least because they could be easily sold on the internet or stowed away in any hustle.
"And now?" Santana tapped the drummer's shoulder, noting the smoke residue still rising from the vehicle's shell.
"I'll close the case and pass the report so you can contact the insurance." Said the policeofficer with a consoling nod.
"Aren't you going to look for who stole it?" Rachel questioned.
"We have security footage showing two men driving the van. One of them appears to be a minor." The policeofficer explained. "Getting to them may take some time, but for you, the most important thing now is to contact your insurance."
Rachel wasn't too happy with the cop's dry explanation, but for Jordan and Santana that was more than enough. Jordan wasn't really interested in taking the law into his own hands, and he knew the state would eventually prosecute the two guys if he really set out to find them, so he wouldn't even need the band's testimony. The officer was kind enough to give the trio a ride to the downtown station near the banks of the massive Mississippi River, where Jordan registered the incident. He assured the trio that the document would be sent within 24 hours, and that everyone could rest easy.
"At least they found the car." Santana grumbled as she left the station.
"Only because our case was mediatized." Rachel sighed looking around the neighborhood. "What will we do now?"
"Are you hungry?" Jordan asked. "we can get something to eat before heading back to the motorhome."
"We could organize to go to Dallas soon, as the decision was unanimous to cancel Little Rock's gig. We can buy instruments there and rent a car to go to Austin." Santana suggested.
"I can't believe SXSW is already approaching." Rachel said excitedly. Although she wouldn't be opening the gig, she would sing a song with the full band for a truly national audience.
"I hope you haven't signed up for every available conference." Santana joked about Rachel's excitement about going to film conferences in town, more to try to make connections than to actually learn anything.
"I signed up for three conferences."
"Rachel, I said the time-turner doesn't really work." Santana smiled.
"Time turner?" Jordan was curious.
"When I was in my first year at Nyada, I wanted to do all the classes available. So Santana gave me a replica of a Hermione Granger's time-turner."
"The funniest thing is that Rachel had no idea what it was. She was the only person on planet Earth with a streaming service who had never seen Harry Potter's movies. That's what you get from just watching musicals and rom-coms."
"I confess I needed an explanation to understand that outrageously sized pendant necklace with an hourglass in the middle." Rachel laughed. "Santana explained to me at the same time she was outraged! Obviously offending me in the process."
Santana and Rachel exchanged knowing looks, which made Jordan uncomfortable, as if he was the third wheel that was clearly left over. Jordan was very observant and he understood that something had changed between the two girls during the tour.
…
"Dallas... since we're going to be here for a few days, we can catch J.R's killer."
The group glared at Santana, who felt a little coerced.
"Seriously? Where do you find time to watch so much television?" Dani was amazed.
"It's not about watching television. It's about getting informed and reading." Santana winked at her friends. She wasn't as avid reader of literature as Quinn Fabray. Although she has favorite books, Santana's business was to inform herself a lot both through the regular and independent press, as well as on forums and social networks. She had little time for television, so she devoted herself to things she really liked, like the show The L Word, in which she considered half the characters were perfect idiots or emotional illiterate. It amused her in a way. "Do you think I actually watch half the shows I mention?"
It was night and everyone was tired after eight hours on the road. They parked in the trailer and motorhome park, which was very simple, but had the infrastructure they needed, including laundry facilities. Elliott parked the motorhome in the space Jordan had previously rented, and being in these places had the advantage of being paved and clean. As usual, the tent was quickly pitched by the two men and soon there was an extended room. It was also the first time they had encountered a full park, and the arrival of five young adults caught the attention of some of those in other motorhomes.
"Goodnight." A middle-aged couple in the neighboring motorhome waved.
"Goodnight." Elliott responded, being watched by Jordan and Santana.
"Where are you coming from?" The middle-aged woman, more curious, asked already approaching the trio.
"Memphis." Elliott continued to answer for the group.
"It's a good amount of road up here." The man approached. "Did you come to the conference or the comic con?"
"Conference?" Santana was curious.
"Protest?" Jordan also asked.
"The Ufology conference starting tomorrow." The woman explained. "It looks like a third of the vehicles that are here came to the Ufology Conference, and the other third came to the comic con."
"And the last third?" Santana asked.
"Oh, the last third is a hodgepodge of reasons." The woman smiled.
"We are a pop rock band and we came to play in the city." Elliott explained. "And you?"
"We came to the UFO conference."
"Okay." Santana nodded. "Just don't summon any flying saucers here, because it would be too bad for us to be abducted at this point in the tour."
The couple took Santana's half-rudeness as a joke, and decided that the group of musicians were harmless and therefore good temporary neighbors.
"Don't worry. We will communicate your order through our chips." The woman replied good-naturedly, but in a tone that you couldn't tell if she was serious or if it was a joke too.
When Santana climbed into the motorhome, she was wide-eyed because, while she didn't discuss the matter with anyone but Brittany, she also believed in UFOs. Not because the vocalist inherited any belief from ex-hippie family members who danced in the Age of Aquarius, but because she believed this to be a fact with thousands of testimonial evidence among people who had definitely not consumed mushrooms or LSD, in addition to existing official documents.
"Dallas has a much nicer temperature." Jordan thought aloud as the trio entered the motorhome. "I think I'll set up the inflatable mattress and sleep on the awning."
Elliott didn't object to that, because it meant he'd have the cabin bed all to himself without having to argue first. Rachel was making her instant noodles, and once again she was quiet listening to the band organize their activity schedule for the next few days.
"Tomorrow I'm going to rent the spare car that the insurance company entitles me to." Jordan informed the others. "We could take advantage and also buy our instruments tomorrow."
"I've been researching and there's a very good store, but it's far from where we are. As the prices are good and the store is complete, I think it's worth it." Dani waited for Rachel to take out the instant noodles before putting hers in the beef flavor. "Then we can rehearse for the gig in Jordan's room!" The drummer held up his middle finger and everyone laughed.
"I agree… we should do all this tomorrow. It's just that we'll have three days off in Dallas before we do the interviews and our gig. I think we should take advantage of these days to rehearse a lot and let everything flow well for SXSW, including Rachel's participation." Elliott winked at her friend.
"We could do a live!" Santana suggested and the others were thoughtful. "Seriously, guys. We announce a live for the eve of the gig, and do a kind of open rehearsal. That's good to capitalize on the audience."
It all seemed to be resolved. Santana decided to take a walk around the campsite of RVs and motorhomes and Rachel volunteered to accompany her. They went through some facilities and checked the public bathroom, which wasn't very good due to the wear and tear on the sinks and floor.
"At least it's clean!" Rachel commented.
"Considering we are going to spend a few days here, it could be better." Santana retorted.
There was a cafeteria on site that was closed at that time. It wasn't possible to see many of the neighbors, as most of them were already inside their vehicles. As the pair returned to their own motorhome, the girls saw their UFO neighbors flashing flashlights at the sky. Santana joined the couple, who were smiling and happy. The middle-aged woman pointed at the sky, and Rachel and Santana could clearly see a distant white dot responding increasing and decreasing in light. Santana and Rachel went pale. They smiled nervously and walked back to the motorhome, where Jordan was already setting up the mattress in the room spread out by the awning. They didn't say anything to anyone, and they couldn't sleep for fear either.
...
Rachel woke up and was surprised not to see Santana beside her. Since leaving Atlanta, she and Santana had been cuddling every night. Rachel always woke up first feeling her friend's body against hers, and she used to be the one to start the routine in that motorhome by making the coffee, the smell of which woke everyone else up. But Santana wasn't in bed and there wasn't even a smell of coffee. Rachel looked to the side and saw that Dani was still sleeping. Her side of the window faced the awning, and she also saw that Jordan was lying on the inflatable mattress outside. She left the room and finally found Santana sitting on the couch quietly writing in her notebook, where she had song lyrics, loose phrases and scribbles.
"I thought you had been abducted." Rachel said quietly not to wake Elliott who was sleeping in the cabin bed.
"I couldn't sleep well."
"Were you impressed by what happened yesterday?" Rachel asked cautiously as she would never make fun of something she had also witnessed and honestly freaked out.
"Yes and no… I don't know… what I do know is that I made a new song. The entire lyric came to my mind and I had to write it down."
Rachel took Santana's notebook and read the lyrics on the page. The actress frowned in awe, because that sounded good. In fact, that tour felt like it had unlocked Santana's creative impetus to write lyrics. In almost a month on the road, she had already written four good lyrics, one of which was already being played on stage, and it just wasn't on social media, at least the demo version, because they signed a pre-contract that forbade it.
"Can you sing it to me?" Rachel suggested.
Santana took her guitar and used the few chords she practiced. She sang softly, plucking the strings of the instrument. At the end, she looked at her frowning friend.
"Wow!" Rachel expressed herself sincerely. "Since when did you become Bono Vox? This song is reminiscent of One's style."
"Did I target Pink and hit U2? Not bad!" Santana smiled. "But… seriously… what did you really think of the song?"
"It's beautiful, San. The chorus is a bit catchy, but that's an advantage when it comes to a pop song."
"I just don't see kids dancing this song on Tik Tok..."
"Thank God, not really. A sign that it's a real song."
"Dani could do a better acoustic arrangement for this... I wish you'd include it in your set list."
"On my set list?" Rachel was surprised.
"I was thinking about why we got a pre-contract, but nobody wanted to talk to you yet, I mean, from the label. You're an exceptional singer, Rachel, and you should get the attention of a lot of these label guys. So I came to the conclusion that your original repertoire is weak. You need something more adult than Loser Like Me, less melodramatic than Get it Right, and less Kate Perry and shallow than Light up to the world."
"Are you saying you made this song thinking of me?"
"More or less... I'll want it back if you don't use it."
Rachel smiled and, on impulse, kissed Santana's lips. When they realized what had happened, they walked away shyly. Rachel tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Sorry I..."
"I believe you owe me coffee." Santana cut the subject. She wouldn't want to discuss her feelings at seven in the morning in a motorhome with three other people around.
…
The live was announced 24 hours earlier on Instagram, and when Santana went to check it out, there were 650 people waiting to start the rehearsal. Since the Memphis-generated media, the band has doubled the number of followers across all social media platforms, and the buzz around music and gossip has only increased. The instruments were new. Jordan was still adjusting to the new drum set, which wasn't the best one, but it was enough for the rest of the tour. Jordan didn't tell her friends, but he didn't lose all equipment he had in the Memphis robbery, as he had a second acoustic drum set in his apartment and even an electronic drum set that he used to practice without harassing the neighbors. Elliott plugged his new Les Paul, which wasn't of the same quality as his old Gibson, but he liked the model. Elliott also had a guitar at home, a classic Fender, so he didn't make a point of buying the best he could. Dani was at a loss, as the bass, keyboard and guitar were the only instruments she had besides the humble ukulele. She bought a Squier bass and a Gear4Music acoustic guitar, both cheap instruments, as the real investment she would use would be to buy the Yamaha keyboard. For now, the last two gigs would be without keyboards. Patience. Santana had only one instrument: the acoustic guitar that she bought out of free and spontaneous pressure during the tour itself.
Elliott and Jordan dismantled the tent so the instruments could be set up in the cemented space. The expected audience shouldn't pass a few occupants of the trailer park and motorhomes, but as there was a birthday party happening among the ufology enthusiasts, the live that would show the band's rehearsal attracted an extra audience. Rachel was the one who handled the cell phone and a small microphone, and made a point of capturing the audience of about 60 people who were curious.
"We are the band Dolores Kissed Me from New York." Elliott said and saw that some people reacted to the funny name. "We're doing a gig tomorrow at Fox's Den, downtown. I don't know if you guys heard our story, but we've been on a tour for almost a month that started in Boston and will end in Austin in four days. Our musical instruments and Jordan's van…" Elliott pointed at the drummer. "They were stolen in Memphis. All you are seeing here now are brand new instruments and amplifiers, which will be tested now." Elliott smiled when he saw that there was a group of excited girls, who were directing glances at him. Oh, if they only knew he was already a man committed to another man… "This won't exactly be our tour's setlist. We're going to play some of our songs and some covers in more or less..." He turned to his bandmates. "45 minutes…is that right?"
"This is an open rehearsal." Santana went to her microphone, which was a little low, and explained to both Elliott and the audience. "There will be 45 minutes of rehearsal-gig for those who are following us on Instagram, and then we can continue playing a little more to adjust a few things from the new songs we can't show online."
"Oh yes!" Elliott smiled as he spoke into the microphone. "Santana and I wrote a song in Memphis, and we're going to test it out with you guys here… but we can't stream it to those who are seeing us on Instagram just yet."
"There are already people here complaining." Rachel said already attentive to the comments on the social network.
"Contractual issues, folks… no way." Santana explained and looked at Elliott and then at Dani. "Shall we start with that good warm-up?"
Elliott played the first few chords of Smells Like Teen Spirit, and the audience liked it. Santana made no attempt to imitate Kurt Cobain, not least because singing like him ruins the vocal cords in the long run. But she knew how to make the expressive, furious voice of a good rocker when she needed to, and her timbre matched strangely well on the cover. Then they rehearsed all of their own songs that were potential hits. Judging by the reaction of the small audience present, they were indeed on the right track. Santana, who didn't have good communication with the audience, even started to rehearse something to get the audience to interact with the band. She needed to work a lot on that side of her, on moving better on stage and sharing more communication responsibility with Elliott, after all, she was the frontwoman.
"Since the Louisville's gig we've started a tradition, so to speak, of having our camerawoman Rachel Berry say everything I tend to think about her since high school." Santana went to Rachel and took out her cell phone to film. "Rachel, my love, sing that special..."
Rachel walked over to Santana's microphone, took the lead singer position and didn't even care about Elliott and Dani's laughter. Unfortunately Dani no longer had the keyboard to play the song, but she improvised on the acoustic guitar, after all, that was really just a rehearsal.
"Good afternoon folks here and folks online. I just want to say one thing: Santana! Go fuck yourself!" Dani started playing the guitar impromptu and Rachel started the troll song. "You ruined everything stupid bitch, you ruined everything stupid bitch…"
If there was one musical that Santana loved, and Rachel loathed, it was the musical series Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, in which Santana thought Rachel Bloom was a genius and the character Rebecca Bunch was a more schizophrenic version of Rachel Berry. Obviously Rachel herself didn't agree with anything, and she thought Rachel Bloom was overrated. Still, she sang the song to Santana's delight, but doing it in a way that used all the vocal power she had and put the original performer to shame. After giving an impeccable presentation and with a lot of good humor, Rachel was applauded by those present, who asked for an encore. She looked at Santana, who nodded. Rachel confirmed that she understood and smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to call Santana Lopez here."
Santana looked around, but the truth is that she wouldn't trust anyone from there to take over the recording of the live, which was already at an end. Realizing the indecision, Elliott left the guitar and took over the equipment, so Santana could return to the scene. The vocalist stayed by Rachel's side, but before that, Santana whispered something to Dani and Jordan. Dani nodded, picked up the guitar and did the count.
"Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water…"
Santana started singing her big hit with Rachel doing the backing vocals. It was just a cover, but Santana always sang this song when she was happy, and Rachel got used to doing the backing vocals as part of the celebration. And Santana was happy at that momennt, as was Rachel. At the end of the song, Santana and Rachel hugged and exchanged a kiss on the lips, a gesture that was broadcast on the live.
...
"We need to talk."
Rachel approached Santana, who was sitting in the passenger seat of Jordan's rental car. The vocalist was checking the repercussion of the live and the excerpts she posted on her cell phone. Valerie's version wasn't posted, much less the kiss, but it was the talk of the band's newest fans. A lot of people were shocked, as they thought Santana was heterosexual, and other people congratulated her on her "girlfriend".
"Yes, we do." Santana climbed into the driver's seat to make way for Rachel. It might seem like an unusual environment, but the rest of the band was in the motorhome making dinner, so the truck was the most private and reasonably comfortable place around.
"You told me you wouldn't want us to get involved, because I was the only stable and constant person in your life."
"I remember and it was true."
"Was it true or is it true?"
"Both... I think."
"Santana, you confuse me."
"So let's do this: tell me what you think? How do you feel about our relationship?"
"I...I..." Rachel was unsure. She knew she could talk to Santana about anything but what she really felt.
"I always had a crush on you at school." Santana confessed. She thought if she vented first it would be easier for Rachel. Not that conversation was really simple. "I mean, I always found you annoying, but I also always found you beautiful."
"Even with my 'beak' because of my nose? Even though you thought I was the medusa and that's why you avoided looking at me?"
"So! That was the part about me finding you beautiful, but terribly annoying and with an abysmal fashion sense. You were you... and I wasn't quite willing to be your friend. I can put it this way: at that time, I would definitely sleep with you, but I would never stay until the next morning, or even talk to you at school afterwards."
"Oh…well…I've said on more than one occasion that I always thought I was beautiful and sexy, I always wanted to be your friend. But you always treated me so badly, it got to the point where all I wanted was to be better than you and better than everyone else in that school. I don't mean morally better... I wanted to hit you with my talent, with my intelligence. I wanted to be the most successful to rub my success in your face."
"When did that change for you?" Santana was curious.
"When I had that false pregnancy alarm, and you stood by me, giving me all support I needed. That was the first turning point."
"First turning point?"
"Yes, that was the first turning point in our relationship. That's when I understood that you were my friend, not just my incredibly rude roommate. The second turning point was when Brittany moved in with us, and I was so jealous and envy of what you guys had... I mean, you guys had an amazing relationship, and I saw what a good girlfriend you were for Brittany. It was obvious that Kurt and Blaine would never work, or me and Finn. But you and Brittany… I was pretty sure you were end game."
"And when did you think we could be more than friends?"
"When Brittany left for Atlanta and you cried in my arms all night. All I ever wanted was to make you happy that day."
"Then why didn't you say anything back then?"
"Because you weren't ready for me. Dani was always around, and then there was all that drama between you and Quinn... and you had sex with Harmony! There was no room for me in this messy love life of yours. I tried to find someone else, but you always sabotaged my relationships somehow... anyway."
"I thought all those guys were wrong for you." Santana tried to justify herself.
"What about you? What were the turning points in our relationship?"
"There were no turning points like yours. I think it was all progressive. When I moved in with you and Kurt, it wasn't the happiest moment of my life. I wanted to kill you both every time I caught you plotting to kick me out..."
"Did you spy on us?"
"Rachel, we lived in a loft where you could even hear each other's flatulence… why do you think I had a collection of headphones to sleep in?"
"That's fair."
"Anyway, I went through a few phases with you and Kurt. Most of the time I really wanted to kill you guys. But people started coming in and out of our lives, including Kurt, and you became my constant. I started to see you as family. I started to feel jealous of your boyfriends, and that was part of the reason I sabotaged your relationships. Remember that day at home when we were celebrating the birth of our band?"
"Yea. I mean… most of it."
"When we kissed for the first time."
"I remember this. Vaguely."
"I was drunk, Rachel, and so were you. We weren't going to go beyond wet kisses and silly hands. But I was so horny for you that day. Dani was there, Quinn was there…but I don't know why particularly that day, I was totally into you."
"I know that your relationship with Dani is for comfort on both sides. You are sexual partners by convenience. But what about Quinn?"
"Quinn is toxic, Rachel. She and Brittany had been in touch this whole time, and Quinn was telling a very different version to Brittany of what really happened. According to Brittany, in Quinn's mind, I was the one who couldn't make up my mind. I still want to meet Quinn in Austin. I still want to know why she ran out of New York. But I don't want to be with her anymore."
"Are you really sure about that?"
"Yes I am."
"I always told you that your relationship with Quinn was toxic." Rachel smiled.
"No, you never told me."
"I told you, not in those exact words, but you never got the message. I wanted you to see this. It's a little irritating to think that it took you meeting Brittany in Atlanta to recognize that."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Brittany has blessed our relationship." Santana smiled.
"Brittany allowed me to date you, as long as she could fuck you whenever she wanted."
"Did she really say that to you?" Santana was in disbelief.
"Almost in those exact words."
"Oh God." Santana shook her head. "She's dating a guy, and this guy knows we had sex in Atlanta. Because apparently that's a rule one has to accept in order to have a relationship with Brittany. But if you want my opinion, either this guy is a wimp, or he dreams of a threesome."
"Would you enforce that rule on our relationship?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"What if I let you have sex with Brittany?"
"It would be kind of Indecent Proposal, minus the money part, don't you think? I don't know, Rachel. We need to worry about building our own relationship before thinking about these complicating factors."
"I agree."
Rachel held Santana's hand and they shared a kiss. They smiled at each other before exchanging a second kiss with more passion. It was finally happening. Santana and Rachel was happening. Even though the kiss was filled with feeling repressed for so long, the hands were still tentative, cautious. Santana was testing waters. She knew that Rachel had never been with a woman, so she took it easy. Rachel was also a little anxious as she wanted Santana, she wanted everything but not in that car with the motorhome right next to it and a bunch of ufologists and aliens to witness. When they broke the kiss, Santana caressed her now girlfriend's face.
"Do you want to get out of here? We can go to a restaurant and leave these losers eating pasta. Or we can get a room. I mean, is it early for us to get an hotel's room? It doesn't mean we have to do anything... it's just to have a quiet place to talk." Santana was nervous. The change in status of her relationship with Rachel made her anxious. Suddenly, it was as if a new person was standing before her.
"Santana, I'm not a virgin." Rachel smiled.
"Duh!"
"I've known you for seven years and we've lived together for half that time."
"Duh!"
"Oh my god, I knew you would be annoying." Rachel smiled and kissed Santana one more time. "What if we start somewhere without the losers and then we can pay a night at a hotel?"
"Done." Santana took out her cell phone and researched nearby restaurants and hotels. "Wow... how much variety." she said wryly. "Nearby there are tacos, pizza, Chinese food, plus a lot of fast food chains."
"Um, I can already smell the grease in the air." Rachel laughed.
"I would even skip the restaurant part, but we've worked all day and I'm hungry."
"Sandwich and hotel?"
"Sandwich and hotel!"
...
Santana couldn't believe how being with Rachel was so simple and natural. It was as if they had been a couple for years. The only person who made Santana feel this natural in intimacy was Brittany. Rachel was lying on her back, naked, staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath from her most recent orgasm. Santana was lying on her side, propping herself up on her elbow, watching a drop of sweat trickle down Rachel's breast. She took the tip of her index finger and intercepted the droplet's path. The tip of her finger remained there, on the side of Rachel's breast, and lazily worked its way up to the areola.
"If I had known it would be like this, we would have started our relationship much earlier." Rachel smiled and turned slightly to her girlfriend.
Santana seemed in her own world, still caressing the areola of Rachel's breast, and then lightly caressed the nipple, which was still erect.
"I imagined us having sex a few times while I was doing a solo in my room. Reality was much better than fantasy." Santana continued to lazily caress Rachel's erogenous region.
"Did you masturbate thinking about me?"
"Yeah."
"I've had my fantasies too."
"Oh, yeah? Tell me."
"Of us like this in bed, talking, while you were touching me right there."
Santana lowered her hand to Rachel's sex and began to touch her girlfriend's clitoris with her fingertips in lazy circular motions.
"That way?"
"Not exactly. Although that is very good."
"How did I touch you in your fantasy?"
"Two fingers inside, your thumb on my clit."
Santana entered Rachel and began to make slow movements in and out, while her thumb slid over Rachel's clit. Rachel reacted with a small groan. She tried to control her breathing as Santana pleasured her.
"And then?" Santana was enjoying that little game.
"You thought my G-spot."
Santana tried to take her fingers as deep as she could into Rachel's vagina and curved them a little to better rub her girlfriend's vaginal walls. She knew she had found the right spot when Rachel's body reacted differently to the touch and her breathing became ragged. So, Santana started rubbing her fingertips in the spot that provoked Rachel's reaction.
"This G-spot?"
"Right there..." Rachel moaned loudly.
"And what were we talking about?" Santana's fingers went back and forth with more speed and intensity.
"I don't remember... it just goes on." Rachel had trouble getting the words out.
Santana continued the movement with her hand until Rachel let out a howl again as she reached orgasm. Santana slowed the movement and withdrew her fingers, but still caressing her girlfriend's sex, spreading the fluids over her crotch, until she tested the stickiness by rubbing her thumb with her middle finger before sucking them, testing Rachel's taste once more. Seeing Santana doing this, the little diva nearly had another orgasm.
"I'll clean you up in a bit."
"Clean me?"
"Yes, I'm going to drink that yummy little juice you make, but not right now."
Santana kissed Rachel and shifted position, first enjoying the intimacy of having Rachel under her body. Rachel had her legs spread wide. If Santana had a cock or a dildo, Rachel would be penetrated again in less than a second. Santana tried to rub her sex against Rachel's and so she moved deftly, until she decided to move Rachel's legs into a more favorable position for scissoring and continued stroking her vulvas until orgasm happened. Santana smiled satisfied. She leaned in to kiss Rachel, before lowering her head to her girlfriend's pussy and beginning the promised cleanse, sticking her tongue into her girlfriend's vagina and sucking the fluid Rachel had to offer. Inevitably, Rachel had her fourth orgasm of the night.
"I died?" Rachel was even more sweaty and panting.
"Not yet." Santana smiled and kissed Rachel on the lips, letting the little diva taste her own body.
"You need to be clean too." Rachel got ready.
"You don't need. It's your first time with me... with a woman. You don't need to perform oral sex until you're really safe you want to."
But Rachel didn't listen to Santana. She penetrated her girlfriend with two fingers, moved in and out a few times until she withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, tasting the fluids.
"You taste good."
"Did you really like it?"
"Yea." Rachel kissed her girlfriend and went down her body to kiss Santana's sex. "What do you want me to do?"
Two fingers inside and kiss my clit. Bite lightly. I like it that way."
Rachel was grateful for the instructions, as this was an apprenticeship, not only in the art of lesbian sex, but also in understanding what gave her girlfriend pleasure. Rachel penetrated Santana with two fingers and brought her mouth to her clit, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling. Santana was panting so hard it was hard to contain herself. She held Rachel's head, almost reflexively, and the orgasm happened again. Rachel sat up in bed, proud of herself and happy to have returned her girlfriend's caresses.
"I'm dead." Santana had a smile on her face. "If the asteroid falls now, I die happy."
"You are silly." Rachel wanted to play superior, but the truth was, she'd never had a night like this. With absolutely no one. And that was just her first night with Santana.