A/N: I don't have much to say in this top one. I guess just read the bottom one.
"So," Rachel began, placing a kiss to the side of her wife's head as they lied in bed. She loved the way that sounded even if she only thought it, wife; Santana Lopez was her wife, and it was perfect. "Was it everything you ever wanted?" the brunette asked intertwining her fingers with Santana's.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Santana teased. "You were the one who had your wedding planned out since you were a little girl."
"This is true," Rachel agreed with an infectious wife.
"Seriously though Rach, was it everything you wanted. I know you like to act like the more 'macho' one in our relationship sometimes, but I know you're still the girly girl I fell in love with."
The brunette blushed a little bit. "I loved it San," Rachel caressed the side of the Latina's face before pulling her in for a deep kiss as she moved to straddle the taller girl. "Did you?"
"I got to walk down the aisle towards you, I couldn't ask for a more perfect wedding," she admitted before reconnecting their lips. "Now if I recall," she began placing no so innocent kisses along Rachel's jaw. "When on a honeymoon..."
"Mm-hm."
"One is supposed, to be how to put this delicately," the Latina bucked her lips against Rachel's hardening member. The two had dressed down to their underwear upon entering their hotel room in Italy, it had been a long trip and more than anything the two wanted to sleep.
"Make love," Rachel finished for the girl before flipping them over so that Santana was on top.
"Yes, well I suppose that's more delicate than fucking like rabbits." Santana chuckled at the look of amusement on Rachel's face before brushing her lips against plump pink ones. "I can't believe you've made me wait five months before we could have sex." As they spoke Santana slowly rotated her hips against Rachel's boxers. "How did you even go that long when we've been having sex since junior year?"
"A lot of masturbation." Rachel admitted her hands finding their way to Santana's neck to pull her closer.
"Really?" Santana pulled back a little with a smirk. "What were you thinking about while you jacked yourself off baby?"
"You," Rachel grunted and bucked her hips.
"Did you say my name Rachel." She husked against the tan girl's ear before sucking on her ear.
"Fuck," Rachel groaned her hips continuously bucking against her wife's. "Every time baby."
"Did you come with my name on your tongue ? Santana forced back the moan at the back of her throat as she matched Rachel's hip movements. "Did you picture me covered in your come every time you closed your eyes? The way it covers my breast and stomach, did you picture marking me as yours Rachel."
"Oh God! Shit San, I need you baby please."
"Of course you do," Rachel felt Santana smiled against her skin as she started placing open mouthed kisses against her body, igniting a fire each place her lips touched. Santana rid Rachel of her lose wife beater and attached talented lips against the girls hard nipple. Her tongue ravished the peak moving occasionally so teeth could nip at it. Underneath Rachel wrapped her fingers in long raven hair urging the girl to continue as she moaned, and her hips bucked. The Latina released the first nipple with a pop before moving to the second to continue her ministrations. Once she thought her work satisfactory if not exceeding she continued her kisses down Rachel's toned body, stopping to occasionally leave a bruise that would mark the shorter girl as her own, not that the ring on the actresses finger hadn't already done that. Santana stopped and smirked when she reached the waistband of her wife's boxers.
"Baby," Rachel whined when the Latina just continued to look at her hard on though her boxers. "Stop teasing."
"Demanding aren't we," the taller girl teased before slowly dragging Rachel's boxer's over her hard on and down her legs until the brunette was able to kick them off and across the room. "Fuck Rachel, look at how hard you are." Santana flicked her tongue over the slit of her wife's cock where it was oozing precome.
"Oh fuck, San!" Rachel though her head back against the pillow. Santana smiled before taking Rachel into her mouth, "Oh fucking shit!" Rachel groaned half yelled when she felt her shaft surrounded by the warmth of Santana's mouth. "So good." The Latina leisurely began bobbing her head up and down as one of her hands found its way to Rachel's balls and began massaging them gently. Rachel tried not to buck her hips so that she didn't end up choking her wife but it was hopeless the girl's mouth was fucking magic. "Fuck San," Rachel forced her eyes opened and got up on elbows only to fall back down on that mattress at the sight of her wife sucking on her cock. "You look so hot right now baby, god your mouth is so fucking talented."
When Santana gave a particular hard suck on the top of Rachel's head the brunette felt herself let go as she shot rope after rope down her wife's throat. Her hand tangled in dark locks as she resisted the urge to push her wife's head down and even more. Santana greedily sucked every last drop of Rachel's cum before releasing her wife's still hard cock with a pop and climbing up her body till she was lying directly on top of her her soaked center rubbing against Rachel's. "Fuck Rachel, do you have any idea how wet I get sucking your cock." Santana molded her lips against Rachel, moaning when she felt the girl's hand traveling south her finger's pushing away black lace underwear as she slid a single finger between her wife's folds.
Rachel smiled against Santana's lips when the girl's breath hitched as she pushed the single digit into her entrance. "Feels like someone's read for me." Rachel's voice was low and husky sending chills all throughout her wife's body. The Latina knew this side of Rachel, it was her possessive side, it didn't come out often, but when it did, oh did Santana love it. She usually spent the next day in bed trying to recuperate from the night's previous activities; she was also always a bit sore. Slowly the brunette pulled out of Santana only to reenter her at the same pace.
"Baby," Santana whined canting her hips up. "I need more."
Rachel smiled and leaned in against Santana's neck so that her lips were right against her ear, "Whatever you want," she agreed before nipping the girl's earlobe and adding in a two more fingers and increasing her pace.
"Oh god Rach," Santana moaned out her hands moving to grip Rachel's shoulders. "Fuck, so good baby… Harder Rae."
Rachel not being one to deny her wife, damn that still sounded amazing, of anything thrusted her fingers harder into Santana's tight channel. "You feel so good around my fingers San," the brunette whispered against her wife's ear. "I can't wait to feel your tight pussy around my cock milking it for all it's worth.
"Fucking shit Rach, don't stop baby."
"I'm going to fuck you like crazy Tana, I'm going to mark you for everyone to see."
"Oh god yes! So close!"
"So that when they see all my marks covering your body, they know," Rachel emphasized her point by latching her teeth on to the skin just below Santana's ear and with a particular hard thrust. "They know, your ring isn't just something you wear out of habit or because you feel required to but because you want to. Fucking mine." Rachel ground out pushing harder into the girl and sending her over edge.
"Ohfuckinghshit!" Santana's nails dug into the brunette's shoulders as she pulled her closer. Rachel couldn't help the moan that escaped when she felt Santana's walls squeeze her fingers; she couldn't wait to feel Santana around her cock. "Fuck Rachel," the Latina breathed out once she came down from her high only to feel herself being turned over and Rachel straddling her ass. "Baby?" Rachel rocked her member against the tan ass beneath her as hands traveled up her wife's toned backside.
"So beautiful," the brunette whispered mostly to herself though Santana still heard. "Do you," pink lips traveled up Santana back. "Have any idea," she hips continued to rocks slowly against plump ass cheeks. "How badly I want you." she bit just where Santana's back met her neck.
"Then take me Rachel, fuck this pussy so badly that no one else could ever make me come like you do! Mark me for everyone to see." Santana knew exactly what her words were doing to her wife and she loved it. "Remind me who I belong to- OH FUCK!" Rachel slammed her member into her wife's tight pussy without warning.
"I'm going to fuck so hard baby, you'll feel me for days," Rachel grabbed hold of Santana's hips and slowly but roughly thrusted into her tight channel. "Fuck Tana, how the fuck are you still so tight!"
"Oh God Rachel, faster baby please go faster!" the Latina whined from beneath her wife, she knew if the girl just picked up the pace she'd be over the edge in no time.
"Fuck no!" Rachel ground out as the palm of her hand connected with Santana's right ass cheek.
"Oh fuck yes baby! Shit! Again!"
"Yeah you like that don't you!" Smack. "You like it when I get rough don't you Tana!" Smack. On their own accord Rachel's hips sped up their pace so that she was no ramming into the Latina uncontrollably.
"Ohmygodyes don't stop Rach! DON'T STOP!"
"Grip the mattress!" Rachel grunted out, her eyes now focused on the way her cock entered her wife and slid out glistening from their mixed arousal.
"What?" Santana asked her mind in a haze due to the increasing pleasure she felt.
Smack, "GRIP THE FUCKING MATRESS!" Santana's arms reached up and her hand gripped the edge of the mattress. The brunette laid herself over the raven haired beauty's back side so that her hands were placed by the Latina's shoulder and was holding her up. The new position equaled a new angle which was just enough to send Santana into pure bliss as a white heat fell over her.
"Fucking shit! RAAAAAAAAACHEL!" Rachel stopped her thrusting when she felt Santana's walls clench around her member. Just as Santana was coming down Rachel slowly started to thrust again, building the Latina up to another orgasm. "Fuck yes Rach, don't stop baby."
"You feel so good around me San, but fuck. I need to see you," Swiftly the brunette pulled out of her wife and turned her so that she was on her back before pushing back into her. "Fuck you're so sexy when you come, you know that." The shorter girl leaned down to capture a nipple between her teeth while her hand moved up to roughly massage the Latina's left breast.
Santana let out a long moan as her hips rotated against Rachel's own hips. "Oh God!" the Latina moaned her legs wrapping around Rachel in order to pull her closer.
Rachel released the dark nipple with a pop when she felt Santana's wall clenching her cock. Slowly she kissed up the Latina's chest, up her neck, stopping to mark her pulse before finally reaching her lips where the two shared a passionate kiss.
Santana pulled her lips away from Rachel's leaving the girl to kiss wherever skin was exposed (which was everywhere) "Rae- oh god I'm gonna- so close!"
Chocolate eyes locked with mocha when Santana felt Rachel's hand traveling down her body. Soon enough Rachel's fingers connected with the Latina's clit and quickly began to pinch and rub furiously at her wife's weak spot.
"Don't- stop- fuck- baby," Santana panted her body rocking with Rachel's causing the bed to squeak and the headboard to lightly tap the wall. Nails dug into Rachel's back and ran down the tan flesh, leaving red marks in their wake. With the right angle of her hips Rachel hit that special spot plunging Santana overboard. "HOLY SHIT FUCK YES RACHL DON'T STOP BABY- RIGHT THERE!" Rachel's teeth latched on to the girl neck as she plumbed into her orgasm. The sight of her wife coming was all it took for Rachel to come with Santana's name on her lips as she emptied herself in the always more than welcoming pussy.
The two rocked together at no particular pace until their aftershocks had died down. After a minute of just laying with one another Santana felt lips against her neck that were slowly making their way down her already sensitive body. "Mm Rach what are you doing?"
"I want to taste you." Santana's body responded to the words immediately, her body arching a bit as Rachel made her way down being sure to leave her marks wherever she deemed appropriate (which was just about everywhere).
It was two o'clock in the morning once the two called it quits after hours of love making. They couldn't help themselves; it was just something about finally being married that sparked a whole new need to connect within them. The two were currently lying in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness as sleep tried desperately to pull them in.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked from her position as the little spoon.
"Mm- yeah. I'll be a little sore in the morning, but it's nothing I can't handle." Santana placed a reassuring kiss against Rachel's temple and pulled her closer.
"Sorry about that." The brunette apologized turning a bit red.
"It's fine. You know I love it when you get all possessive, although I can't help but ask what sparked it. I mean it's not like anyone was hitting on me or anything."
"I know," Rachel turned in her lover's arms so that she could meet her eyes, the only thing she was able to currently see in the state of darkness. "I just. I think it was the fact that you were finally mine-"
"Baby," the Latina interrupted as she gently guided the pad of her thumb over Rachel's cheek. "I've always been yours."
"No, I know," Rachel assured not wanting her wife to get the wrong impression. "And I've always been yours. There's just something about putting that ring on your finger and showing everyone that you're mine that sparked something in me… does that make sense?"
"Actually yeah," the Latina laughed a little bit. "I kind of feel the same way, maybe not sexually, but it does seem different now that we're married… gosh that sounds amazing. We're married," Santana hadn't really been give the time to gush over the fact that they had actually done it. They had gotten married, Rachel was officially Mrs. Lopez.
"Yeah, we are," Rachel leaned up to press a gentle kiss against her wife's lips. "You're my wife."
"And I'm yours."
The rest of the two weeks were spent just the same way with the two lovers making love to each other stopping only for food and the occasional tour around the country, eventually Rachel promised she and Santana would return so that they could explore, leaving much more time to sex.
"Tana!" Rachel called as she stepped into the loft she had been sharing with her wife for the past year. It had been a wedding gift to the Latina on Rachel's part. She hung her coat up on its hook before continuing inside. "Baby!"
"Hey!" Santana bounced out of their bedroom, smiling as she pressed a kiss against her wife's cheek.
"Uh-uh," Rachel pulled the Latina back in by her hips before pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Tongues instantly explored as the two pulled each other closer by shoulders and hips. "Much better," the brunette whispered against Santana's lips once they parted.
"Much better," the Latina agreed before pressing a quick kiss to her wife's lips and pulling away to make her way into their kitchen. "How was work?" the ex cheerio called over her shoulder as Rachel followed.
"It was good; Danny and I just went over some new roles. We're both ready to jump back into things."
"That's good," Santana agreed absent mindedly as she grabbed a juice box from the fridge (She couldn't help it, she had a week spot for juice boxes.)
"Whoa," Rachel stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her wife. "What's wrong Tana?"
"What?" the Latina forced out a chuckle but the brunette saw right through it. "I'm fine," she attempted to step out of Rachel's hold while setting down her juice.
"No you're not… hey," Rachel pulled santana out of the kitchen and into the living room so they could sit on the couch. "Talk to me baby. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
"It's just," Santana started to play with her wife's fingers as she tried to say what had been on her mind for the past few weeks since Rachel talked about getting back into acting. (She had taken a little break after the honeymoon so she could spend time with her wife.) "What if you didn't get straight back into acting? Maybe take another year off?"
"Another year off? Tana sweetheart, is everything okay?" Rachel wrapped her arms around her the Latina and pulled her into her lap. "Why would I need to take another year off?"
"Because," the Latina shrugged. "I don't know, maybe you'd like to start a family," Santana's words continued to get softer and softer causing Rachel to lean closer and closer until her forehead was practically tucked against the ex cheerleaders neck.
"What?" Rachel snapped her head up. "You want to- to… you want to start a family?" Santana looked up to meet her wife's gaze only to find wide chocolate eyes staring directly at her. "With me? You want a family with me?"
Santana couldn't not roll her eyes at that, honestly, who else would she being have a family with. "Of course with you Rach," she lightly slapped the girl's arm. "Who else would I have a family with?"
"I know it's just- I… Yes!"
"What?" Santana gripped her wife's head forcing their eyes to lock.
"Yes baby!" just like that Rachel pressed her lips against the Latina's pulling her closer as they shared a passionate kiss "I want to start our family. I want to have a family with you." Rachel spoke between kisses. "I'll cancel tomorrow with Danny, and we can schedule an appointment with a clinic."
Anyone who looked in from the outside would have instantly heard a record player being scratched at Rachel's words and with the way Santana pulled back from her wife's lips.
"Clinic? Why would we need to go to a clinic? You already got tested after we started sleeping together."
"What?" Rachel asked clearly confused. "San what are you talking about?"
"Baby," Santana chuckled and rested her hand against her wife's cheek. "We already know that you're fertile. I'll stop taking my birth control and we'll just see where things go from there."
"Santana," the actresses drawled out, extracting her arms from around her wife's waist. "I'm, we- are you," deep breath. "How are you expecting us to have a baby?"
"What do you mean Rach? I can see the gears turning in your head right now, what are you thinking?"
"San, the clinic isn't for me to get tested. It was for us to find a donor. You know like a sperm bank deal."
"Rachel how does that even make sense in your mind? You have everything we need to have a baby, hints to me being on birth control even though I'm a lesbian. I mean you would think being a lesbian would be the sure fire way to avoid unwanted pregnancies yet here I am, on the pill."
"That- you- what… no. I… I can't get you pregnant Santana."
"What do you mean you can't get me pregnant? You told me the doctors said you could."
"No, yes, I can physically get you pregnant. I am capable of that, but I don't want to get you pregnant. I'm not willing to risk that."
"To risk what?" By this point Santana hand already climbed off Rachel's lap and was standing in front of the actress.
"To risk having a girl like me. I would never put anyone, much less my own children, what I went through willingly."
Santana could feel the tears filling in her eye at Rachel's words. Even though Rachel wasn't directly rejecting her the Latina couldn't help but feel that way. Her wife was refusing to have a family with her. "So you don't want to have a baby with me?" the Latina wiped angrily at her wet cheeks.
"What?" Rachel shot up from her spot on the couch. "No Tana, I want nothing more than to have a family with you, I just… I don't want to be the," the shorter girl searched for the correct word, "Biological father?"
"Oh my God!" Santana pushed passed her wife and ran towards their bedroom.
"Santana! Baby wait," Rachel chased after the girl only to be met by a white door as the Latina ran into the bathroom. "San! I'm sorry, I just I thought we were on the same page all this time." She called through the door.
"SAME PAGE!" Santana yelled throwing open the door, her face stained with tears that continued to flow. "How did you figure we were on the same page Rachel? When did you ever in our seven years of being together tell me you didn't want to have kids with me!" she pushed pass the girl and into their bedroom.
Rachel followed. "IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T WANT TO HAVE KIDS WITH YOU! I do want to. I want nothing more, hell we can have a freaking army of kids if that's what you want, I just don't want to be the donor. I won't put a little girl through what I went through Santana."
"RACHEL WE DON'T LIVE IN FUCKING LIMA OHIO ANYMORE! She wouldn't have to hide; she wouldn't have to be ashamed like you were because she would have a mother who understands it-"
"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT SANTANA! You didn't grow up with this. You aren't the one who had to go to school and stand up to pee while other girls sat, you didn't have to wear trunks when you went to the pool only to end up getting teased by the other kids! You are not the one who was pants at the pool when you were only six years old and then bluntly laughed at while being called a work of the devil! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT! BUT I DID, AND I REFUSE TO WILLINGLY SUBJECT ANY CHILD TO THAT!"
Santana sighed, attempting to dry the last of her tears as she plopped herself down on their bed.
"San," Rachel began sitting down beside her wife. She pulled darker tan hands into her own, placing a small kiss to each wrist. "I do want to have family with you, more than you know. I want to have mini yous running around with fiery tempers and exceptional cheering skills, I want that. I want that more than anything."
"Rachel," the Latina sighed out. "I- I get where you're coming from, I really do, but I've never pictured our children as any less of either of us. I always pictured a son with my raven hair, but your lighter brown eyes, and the utter most perfect complexion because of our combined tan skin. I know I'm probably expecting so much from something I don't know, and that yes we could possibly have a girl, and she may or may not have a penis. Hell we could have twins, or our kid could look solely like you or solely like me. There's no way for us to know for sure, but what's always been constant is that our kids were us, you and me, no one else."
"I-" Rachel released her wife's hands. "I can't do that Tana, as much as I want, as much as I want to make love to you and to fuck you like crazy all over the house until we have a baby, I just can't. I can't risk putting my little girl through the same thing I went through because no matter where we go someone is always going to use that part of her to bully her, or to make her feel like a freak, and she'll come running home more than once crying and begging us to get rid of it." Rachel wiped furiously at her silent tears before standing and placing a kiss to her wife's forehead.
Nothing was said between the two as Rachel gathered her keys and walked out of their loft leaving her wife fall into herself and cry.
"So," Quinn began as she pulled a pack of beer from her fridge, "Brittany ran out of here shouting something about Santana," the blonde handed her friend a bottle. "You show up ten minutes later with tears." Quinn cracked open her own beer and took a seat beside the disheveled brunette. "What happened?"
Rachel took a generous swing of her beer before looking over at her friend. "She wants to have a baby."
This information caused Quinn to choke a little on her beer, after a few coughs the blonde recomposed herself. "And you don't?" she asked not quite sure how talking about having a baby could lead them to where they are now.
"No, I do, shit Quinn; I want to have a baby with her more than anything."
"Then what's the problem?"
"She wants to have the baby with me," Quinn was about to interrupt in order to pose another question when Rachel continued. "As in, she wants me to be the acting sperm; she wants to go off her birth control."
"And I'm guessing you're against that because if you have a girl the chances of her having a penis are higher than if it was a donor?" Rachel only nodded. "Well," the blonde said looking at her bottle, "I think we're going to need something a lot stronger."
"Shh Sannie it's okay," Brittany whispered in her best friend's ear as she rocked the girl in her arms back and forth. "It's okay."
"She- jus- left," the Latina spoke through broken sobs. "She didn't even say anything- what if- she – doesn't want to have- a family anymore."
"Aww Sannie, Rachie's just scared." Brittany rotated her friend so that they were now face to face. "Rachel definitely wants to have a family with you, whether it's a donor or just adoption she wants one with you. And I know for a fact that Rachel would love to get you pregnant, she's just scared that if you have a girl she'll have just as a hard time growing up as she did."
"How do I show her it's okay?" Santana asked her mocha eyes staring into sparkling blue. "How do I show her its okay if we have a girl with the same condition?"
"Rach, let me ask you something." Quinn poured her friend another glass of whiskey before continuing. "If you did have girl, because keep in mind it is possible that you'll have a boy, but anyway if you did have a girl and she had the same condition as you would you love her any less?"
"Of course not Quinn that's ridiculous and hypocritical. I would love her no matter what?"
"And do you think Santana would love her any less if she had a penis."
"No," Rachel answered lowering her drink and head; she knew exactly where Quinn was going.
"So then what's the problem?"
Rachel looked up to meet hazels eyes, a few stray tears making their way down her cheek. "What if she comes home one day and blames me, or Santana has seen her baby girl cry so many times that she just can't take it anymore and blames me. Maybe one day she wished that she had never married me because then she wouldn't have to watch her daughter cry herself to sleep every night."
"Oh, Rach," Quinn pulled the tiny brunette against her chest allowing her to cry freely. "I know you, and I know that you want to have a baby with Santana. It's okay to be scared Rachel, but you and I both know that our entire family would fight like crazy to make sure that girl knows how much she's loved. Plus we live in New York possibly one of the most accepting places in the world. I think your daughter would be okay."
An hour later Quinn and Rachel were stepping inside the brunette's lost, both of them a little buzzed from their previous drinking. Rachel smiled dopily when she saw her wife huddled on the couch with Brittany.
Brittany turned her head when she heard the two girl come in. "You're drunk," she pointed out recognizing the signs of her girlfriend having had a few drinks.
"Actually, I'm buzzed… and horny. So we should go." The shorter blonde stuck out her hand to her girlfriend who happily nodded before placing a kiss to Santana's cheek and standing to take Quinn's hand.
"I'll call you tomorrow Sannie."
"Bye Britt," Santana waved a little.
"Bye Rachie."
"See ya Rach," the two blonde's said at the same time before Quinn dragged her girlfriend out of their friends' apartment.
"Bye guys," Rachel called after them. She took a deep breath before turning to face her wife. With the quick press of a button Norah Jones soon filled the apartment; Rachel sauntered over to the Latina and pulled her up from the couch and into her arms. Rachel's hands found their way to Santana's waist while the Latina's arms made their way around the brunette's neck. "I love you," Rachel whispered when the taller girl's head made its way to rest on her shoulder as they swayed slowly in the middle of their living room.
"I love you too Rae."
"I want to have a baby with you," Rachel whispered out after a minute of silence between the two. Santana pulled back to look into her wife's eyes. "I know that there's a possibility we have a girl, and I know that if we do the chances of her having penis are higher, but I also know that she would always have a family that loves her, and that we live in a city that's more accepting than most. So… Tana, I want us to have a baby."
"Rachel are you sure? I don't-" Santana was silenced by lips against her own.
Rachel pulled her wife closer her hands snaking underneath the t-shirt she was wearing allowing her finger's to dance across tan skin as she pulled the Latina's closer in order to deepen the kiss. "I want a family with you," the actress whispered against soft lips.
"I want a family with you too."
"Good," Rachel slowly lifted her wife's shirt over her head. "I think we should get started then, don't you?"
"Absolutely," Santana agreed her hands making quick with Rachel's belt as the girl pulled her in for a bruising kiss.
A/N: I was going to add a flash back of the wedding in this one but it just kind of got a away from me so yeah...
So what do you guys think? Will they have a boy or girl, and if it's a girl will she have the same condition as Rachel?
I'll try to put the wedding in the next chapter, and on the topic of the wedding do you think Rachel wore a dress? I'm trying to decide.