"Rachel?!" Santana calls from the bathroom. Rachel is sitting in the living room on her laptop.
"Yes?" She answers.
"Can you bring me a towel?" Rachel snickers to herself as she closes her laptop.
"I'm sorry honey, I'm busy. You're going to have to get it yourself." Rachel hears Santana groan as she sits her laptop on the coffee table. Soon, the shower stops running and Rachel sits back on the couch, waiting patiently.
"What the fuck?" Rachel hears Santana curse as she quietly giggles to herself. Soon, she hears footsteps coming into the living room and smirks at the sight before her. Santana is standing in front of her completely nude, still dripping from her shower. As Rachel's eyes rake over her body, she consciously swallows to avoid drooling over her wife.
"Rachel?!" Santana shouts, pulling Rachel out of her daze. Rachel bites her bottom lip with desire and slowly brings her eyes to Santana's.
"Yes?" She slowly answers.
"Why is there a lock on the linen closet?" Rachel shrugs innocently with a grin.
"I thought you put that there." She lies. Santana rolls her eyes as her hand comes to rest on her hip.
"Give it up." Santana says, reaching her other hand out towards Rachel for the key.
"I'm certain, I don't know what you're talking about Santana." Rachel says smirking. Santana bites the inside of her cheek to contain her laugh.
"Look, I am cold and wet so either give me the key or you're going to be my towel." Rachel quirks an eyebrow.
"I'll take being your towel for 300, Alex." She say with a giggle.
"Oh, this is funny to you?" Santana asks playfully.
"It is definitely amusing. I'll give you a hint to where the key is if you go get me a bottle of water." Rachel says. Santana rolls her eyes, knowing Rachel just wants to see her bend over.
"Fine." She says then walks over to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and bending down to grab a bottle of water from the bottom shelf, lingering slightly to give Rachel a nice view. Walking back to her wife, Santana holds the bottle towards Rachel who looks to be dazed. Smirking to herself, she clears her throat.
"Here you go." Rachel snaps back to reality and offers Santana a smile as she takes the water from her.
"Thank you."
"Key now." Santana says, folding her arms over her chest to shield herself from her wife's shameless leering. Rachel pouts slightly before lying back on the couch.
"If you want the key, you're going to have to find it. It's somewhere on my body." She says seductively. Santana walks over to her, straddling her waist, fingers playing with the waistband of Rachel's jeans.
"You are ridiculous." Rachel grins at her and slides her hands up Santana's abdomen, relishing the feeling of her soft skin and tight muscles.
"You should start searching." She says and Santana chuckles, leaning down to press her lips to her wife's. Rachel smiles against Santana's lips, ecstatic her planned worked.