Warning: This contains sexual content and if it isn't your cup of tea, I advise skipping this one.
Tonight started as just another game night with her high school friends. It was Rachel's turn to host the monthly event. It's become a tradition over the years to remain close when as everyone began building their careers and branching out. In the few months that have passed, some nights have been more awkward than others but Rachel knew that would happen after her break up with Santana since they had been friends before dating and had the same social circle. The two have only been broken up for a few months, the relationship ending because of neither women wanting to work on their differences.
While together, Rachel and Santana had their fair share of trials and tribulations learning how to love each other but in the end, they both decided to stop fighting for the other. It crushed them equally to say goodbye but Rachel was hopeful that they'd be able to return to friends after some time, and while it was hard for Santana to resume their friendship, they've come to a point where they can be in the same room together and actually hold a conversation.
Lately, Rachel has been replaying their relationship in her mind, realizing that she didn't really like the way things ended...or that she doesn't like that things ended at all. Rachel has been wanting to talk to Santana about it but hasn't been able to really get the woman to respond her texts or phone calls. Which is why she's going to try to keep Santana in her house for as long as she can.
"Whose turn is it to host next month?" Sam asks as he helps Mercedes put on her winter coat as their night comes to a close.
"That would be, you two." Quinn says as she grabs her car keys from her pocket. Sam nods his head as he grabs Mercedes hand and begins to walk towards the door.
"Thanks for having us." Quinn says as she leans in to hug Rachel, who has just said goodbye to a few of her other friends.
"My pleasure. Drive safe and let me know when you guys make it home." Rachel says as she moves on to hug Mercedes and Sam.
After they say their goodbyes, Rachel closes and locks her front door. Everyone has left but Santana, who had disappeared into the bathroom a few minutes before their friends exited. Soon enough, Santana comes back into the living room.
"Whoa, that cleared out quick." Rachel looks over her shoulder at Santana as she picks up a few wine glasses.
"Yes, I suppose everyone wanted to get home before it got too late." She says, fully turning to face Santana. Santana purses her lips with a slow nod of her head.
"Want some help?" She asks. Rachel smiles politely at her. Normally she'd protest and send Santana on her way, but she needs to stall for just a little longer.
"I would really appreciate it." Santana rolls her eyes.
"That was more of a courtesy question. Definitely didn't think you'd say yes." Santana grabs the few games Rachel has stacked on her coffee table, and puts them in their designated areas as Rachel goes into the kitchen. Since there isn't much to clean, Rachel decides to pour two glasses of wine before she makes her way back into the living room.
"A token of my appreciation." Rachel says with a soft smile as she walks over to Santana, holding the glass out to her. Santana smirks as she reaches for the glass, fingertips brushing Rachel's as she takes it.
"If everyone paid me in booze, I'd be a much nicer person." Santana says before pressing her lips against the glass to bring the deep red liquid into her mouth. Rachel rolls her eyes at Santana's comment, her smile never leaving her lips though as she joins her, tilting her glass forward to taste the bitter liquid.
"You're actually much worse inebriated." Rachel says, walking over to the couch.
"Only with the hard stuff. Wine drunk makes everyone more pleasant." A small smile plays on Santana's lips as she follows Rachel, sitting on one end of the couch with Rachel sitting in the middle.
"Let's agree to disagree." Rachel says and Santana responds by lightly shrugging and drinking more of her wine. Rachel tucks her legs under herself, shifting her body towards Santana and Santana eyes her curiously but says nothing about how much closer Rachel has just gotten.
"So, tell me what's been going on with you. We haven't talked much in these past few months." She says before sipping from her glass.
"Nothing new." Her eyes rake over Rachel's body, not caring about what she's wearing but remembering what's underneath. Santana has told herself to stop looking at Rachel that way but she learned quickly, that's easier said than done.
"Really? Nothing? No one?" Rachel tries to say casually. Santana softly laughs to herself before sipping her wine again.
"What?" Rachel asks, feigning naivety.
"Why do you want to know if there's someone new?" Santana questions, as her fingers gently tap against the glass in her hand.
"Just making conversation." Rachel says lightly shrugging then reaching forward to set her glass on the table in front of her.
"What about you? Anyone new?" Santana asks, purposely avoiding Rachel's question.
"I asked you first." Rachel responds and Santana chuckles before sitting her glass down. Rachel watches as she adjusts her body so that she's completely facing Santana then rests her arm on the back of the couch and sits her head in her hand.
"I've been testing the waters. Nothing serious though." Santana rests her head against the back of the couch.
"Your turn." She says gently when Rachel doesn't respond. Santana watches as Rachel's eyes make their way from her face to her breasts and she bites her lip with desire.
At this point, Santana isn't sure if it's the alcohol that's effecting Rachel but she doesn't want to think about it. Santana doesn't want to mess up the progress they've made in re-establishing their friendship so she decides to be rational instead of doing something she's going to regret.
"I should go. There's supposed to be a storm coming in tonight." She say with a sigh. Rachel not ready to give up, stands and walks over to a window, peaking out of the curtains to gauge the weather. Rachel hides her smile behind the curtain before speaking.
"It looks like it's already started." She says. Santana gets up, wondering how bad it could have gotten in the 10 or 15 minutes it's been since everyone left. Santana stands behind Rachel, looking to see almost a complete whiteout.
"Fuck." She says quietly. Rachel turns to face her with a smile.
"You can always stay here. I wouldn't feel comfortable with you out in such dangerous weather conditions." Santana misses the happiness on Rachel's face, continuing to look out the window.
"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice." Santana says, sighing softly she walks back to the couch and sits, grabbing her wine again.
Rachel tries to hide her excitement as she makes her way back to the couch, sitting as close to Santana as she can without physically touching her. Rachel's intentions were to talk to Santana about their relationship but taking in the woman's appearance, she can't seem to control her hormones.
"I'm sorry. I should've let you leave earlier. I completely forgot about today's forecast." Rachel says, faking sadness as she puts a sympathetic hand on Santana's knee.
"It's cool or whatever. It's not like I didn't practically live here at one point." Santana finishes her wine then sits the empty glass down.
"Right...I miss having you around here." Rachel says softly, removing her hand from Santana's knee. Santana doesn't respond but watches as Rachel chews her lip nervously.
"Do you ever...do you ever think about us?" Rachel asks hesitantly. Santana isn't sure how to respond since she doesn't want to make this awkward. Of course she thinks about Rachel, more than she's willing to admit but she isn't sure she should tell her that.
"I do." Santana admits.
"I know things got hard but...we were good together." Rachel says and Santana nods in agreement.
"I like to think so." Santana says with a wistful smile. Rachel gives her a small smile as her hand finds Santana's. Santana glances at the hand in hers, sitting on top of her thigh and she sighs, feeling more vulnerable than she wants.
"I miss you. I miss us." She says quietly, her head dipping down unable to meet Rachel's gaze, afraid of what confessing her feelings will bring. Santana feels Rachel's hand on her cheek and she lifts her head to see a warm smile.
"Let's just...forget about all of that. Tonight, it's just me and you..." Rachel trails off as her thumb gently brushes against Santana's bottom lip.
"Tonight...we could be...more than just friends." Santana says softly as she leans in close to Rachel's lips, leaving her the opportunity to pull away.
Rachel closes the distance between them, gently pressing their lips together, enjoying how soft and warm Santana's lips are. Soon the kiss deepens, both women becoming needy wanting to taste each other again. Rachel tangles her hands in Santana's hair, pulling her closer. Then Santana feels herself being pushed back against the arm rest of the couch, looking up to see Rachel looking back at her through half lidded eyes. Rachel quickly pulls her shirt over her head and Santana follows her lead before she feels herself being straddled. Rachel looks at Santana teary eyed and Santana cups her face looking at her with concern.
"Rach-" Santana stops when a finger is pressed against her lips.
"I'm okay. Just...make love to me." Rachel says softly, smiling at the woman below her.
Santana searches her eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation but only finds warmth and desire. Santana slowly slides her hands up Rachel's back, enjoying the feel of the soft smooth flesh beneath her finger tips. Her thumbs brush over the outside of Rachel's bra, fingers skillfully unclasping the material. Santana arches her back slightly after feeling Rachel's hands copying her movements. Rachel slides the piece of unwanted material down Santana's shoulders before sitting back to rid herself of her own bra.
Rachel watches as Santana tosses the material aside and marvels at the sight before her. Slowly, Rachel trails her hand from Santana's stomach up to her neck, leaning forward to place kisses along her jawline, smirking when she hears the other woman's breath hitch. Santana places her hands on the shorter woman's hips, grateful that she decided to wear a skirt tonight.
Rachel's lips work their way down to Santana's neck, kissing and sucking the spots she knows drives the slightly taller woman crazy. Santana's hands slip underneath Rachel's skirt, firmly gripping her butt causing a moan to escape the other woman's lips. Rachel presses her lips to Santana's as she slides her hands down to Santana's jeans, popping open the button and pulling her zipper as she gains access into her lovers mouth, moaning softly feeling Santana's tongue against her own. Santana positions herself so that she push Rachel's underwear to the side and slide her fingers inside of her. Rachel moans into her mouth as her fingers dip into Santana's underwear, her fingers gently brushing over the woman's bundle of nerves.
"Rachel." Santana moans, unable to take the teasing anymore.
Rachel doesn't respond but gives the woman what her body is asking for. Rachel applies more pressure, rubbing small quick circles the way she knows Santana likes. Rachel rests her face in Santana's neck, slowly rocking her hips in rhythm with Santana. Both woman begin to pant as their sweat slicked bodies work together to bring each other to climax.
"Don't stop." Rachel moans softly, feeling herself teetering on the edge. Santana tangles her free hand in Rachel's hair and pulls her into a searing kiss as she feels herself coming undone from Rachel's words. Santana moaning against her lips is enough to push Rachel over the edge and into the throes of her own orgasm. Rachel wraps her free arm around Santana's back and pulls her close as she comes down from her high, needing to be as close as possible to the other woman.
As Rachel lies in her bed, Santana holding her tightly from behind, she glances at the window in her bedroom noticing the slivers of sunlight creeping their way into the room.
"The sun is rising." She says softly. Santana rests her head on Rachel's, smiling when she feels the other woman's hand coming to rest on top of the one she has resting on Rachel's stomach. Neither women are sure how many times they've made love tonight but it's safe to say it may have been more than a handful.
"I'm afraid to ask what time it is." Santana presses a kiss to Rachel's cheek and Rachel smiles, interlocking their fingers and pulling their hands up to her chest, she kisses Santana's knuckles before speaking softly.
"Let's not think about it." Santana sighs contentedly, wrapping her legs around Rachel's underneath the white sheet covering them both.
"I like that idea...but I do have to go to work." Santana rolls her eyes at herself, wishing she didn't have to ruin the moment.
"Stay. What's one day off going to hurt?" Rachel asks causing Santana to chuckle. That was something she'd always hear the other woman say in the beginning of their relationship when she had to leave.
"What's in it for me if I stay?" Santana says playfully.
"Stay and find out." Rachel responds in a playful manner of her own. Santana lifts her head, gazing down at Rachel until she turns her head to face her.
Rachel looks at her curiously but Santana lost her words, seeing how beautiful Rachel is with the sunlight now shining across them. Rachel turns to lie on her back then wraps her arms around Santana's neck, urging her to lie on top of her, spreading her legs as Santana shifts to fit comfortably between them then lying her head on Rachel's chest and wrapping her arms around her waist.
"What happened to us?" Santana asks softly, inhaling the familiar scent of Rachel.
"We gave up. It...we weren't willing to work together. We didn't fight for each other...I should've fought for you." Rachel responds shakily, her emotions getting the better of her. Santana lifts her head to look at Rachel and wipes a fallen tear with her thumb.
"Why are you crying?" She asks softly as Rachel let's out a shaky breath.
"I just..." Rachel trails off with a shake of her head.
"You know what they say about not missing a good thing until it's gone?" She says ruefully. Santana cups her cheek in her hand then presses a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Let's start again." Santana says softly. Rachel pushes back some of Santana's hair that has created a curtain over them and looks deeply into her eyes.
"Are you sure?" She asks shyly, afraid the other woman will change her mind.
"Do you love me?" Santana asks. Rachel nods her response.
"Do you trust me?" Rachel furrows her eyebrows at the questioning but answers.
"Yes." She says without hesitation.
"Are you willing to fight for me?" Santana says with a soft smile. Rachel feels more tears forming in her eyes but not from sadness. Rachel smiles brightly while nodding her head.
"Of course." Santana reflects her smile then pecks her lips.
"Then I'll stay as long as you want me to. I want to fight for you. Let me." Rachel nods her head enthusiastically. Santana laughs as Rachel pulls her into a kiss.