AN: Oooh super late, I know, but i've been super busy traveling and finding work. Le chapter is here and I hope you like it.
Time jump because it seemed appropriate. Errors in the text belongs to me.
Tick Tick Time Goes By
The hellos and goodbyes they shared were gone.
The looks they shared from across the school hall had changed.
And their hearts…well to put it simply, everything had changed.
Maybe it was because of the way Rachel's eyes sought out to her whenever they stepped into the same air and space. For Rachel, it was out of her hands.
She possessed no need or want to stop it.
And Santana could not for the life of her turn away. The temperature in her body would rise, nearly burning her function to breathe and think properly. Whatever control she bared would slowly slip away with one single glance or catching a movement of the brunette's tongue snaking out to wet dry, plump, lips.
The recent development in their…new version of friendship was easy to handle in the walls of their homes. They had all freedom and time to act on their needs… but in school?
It was like being on a detention from hell.
Santana gripped tightly on the calculus book in her hand and did a nod to the little brunette standing at her locker. Rachel smiled and made a cute little wave with her hand, Santana always thought there was something so precious and innocent about it, and now the smile that was slowly coming to life on Rachel's face was even better as she started approaching the girl. Rachel took a step of her own, speeding up the process until they were standing right in front of each other.
"Hey"
Santana laughed softly at the girl's greeting. She frowned, how could a "Hey" invoke a laughter?
"Hi… you look really hot today." She responded cockily and shifted to lean against the lockers, her eyebrow raised as she soaked up the look Rachel was sporting today. Hot was incorrect to say, she looked beautiful and ravishing. Tight jeans, enhancing all her pretty curves and long legs, hair in a tight knot exposing her delicate neck, and the loose white knitted sweater, was igniting all kinds of feelings. But most important of all, she loved that Rachel looked more relaxed than she had ever seen her. She wanted to wrap the girl in her arms and nuzzle the girl's sweet scented throat and never let go.
Another smile formed on Rachel's feature and now Santana really had to restrain herself from reaching out to her.
"Always the eloquent" Rachel chuckled and in turn making Santana shrug.
"I could be eloquent" Santana replied with a defending tone, sounding almost like a six year old. Rachel laughed once more before shaking her head at Santana.
"Fine, you want big fancy words, you got it."
Rachel crossed her arms expectantly and with intrigued eyes watched the incredibly stubborn girl. She sees Santana lean in until she can feel her breath hitting her skin, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily as their proximity diverts her.
"See what I do to you?" She whispers to her, truthfully amazed "I haven't even touched you yet and you're closing your eyes like I've just slipped into you. Does it burn? Imagining me slowly burrowing myself in you, lingering with each gasp that escapes from your lips?" She wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss Rachel. With everything they had done these last two weeks, they had yet to kiss each other, apart from the first time. She sighs, always so full and kissable, not to mention the talent the girl had using her lips for other…things. She really shouldn't care, she gets all the laid she wants and needs and they're not even exclusively together…still, she had always liked Rachel's lips and unfortunately she still remembers the brush of them against hers. Their situation was special and fragile. She didn't have the strength to lean in and apparently neither did Rachel.
She was broken out of her thoughts when she distinctly heard Rachel speaking.
"I want you"
And at those words, Santana could feel a strain forming in her jeans, she tried to calm herself down by taking a long deep breath. Having a boner in school was not the priority on her list of things to do. She could only hope that the bandage caging her member would sustain.
"Now, Santana."
"Stop it!" she gritted out and grabbed a tighter grip onto her textbook.
"You start, you have to finish" Rachel argued fiercely back and looked back and forth at the school aisle, the place was clearing up and everyone were heading to their classes. She never misses a single class, unless she's severely ill and have to stay home for rest…but that's if her parents manage to lock her in her room. She couldn't believe what she was thinking, she was seriously contemplating skipping class to partake in a little fun with Santana, it wasn't like her but it had been days since they had engaged in such thrive activities and her body was humming desperately for attention.
"No! You know I can't. Rachel, someone could walk in-"
They kept what little distance was between them and spoke in hushed words until Santana was literally yanked off guard by Rachel ripping her away from the locker with a fierce grip on her elbow.
She groaned at the slightly pain of being dragged across the hall with the growing bulge in her jeans.
She unwillingly appended to Rachel's orders with little protest. With a speed she barely processed they were in front of a metal silver door, she barely comprehended the change of surroundings until she found herself in an unfamiliar room.
The door slammed harshly shut behind her and for a second she tried to inspect the room but all she could see was Rachel undressing herself in the center of the room.
"Clothes. Off. Now" Rachel ordered to a very confused Santana that was surely stuck in a weird haze of arousal and bewilderment.
"First off, don't tell me what to do! Secondly, where the hell did you bring us, how come I don't know of this place, I thought I knew all the hideouts at this hellmouth" she frowns and scans the room. It has a old aroma to it, old machines are lying in one corner, a print machine placed to the wall, ancient computers thrown in the corner of the floor and dozens of piled up papers carelessly scattered in a circle with dust on them. She eyes the leather couch in the other corner that has shreds in it- still looks decent and comfortable, she could work with that.
"It's just a place a friend of mine showed me. Now, do you want to fuck me or not?"
Within matter of seconds, Santana has her pants down to her ankles, her uggs still on but the remaining of her clothes, splayed all across the old copy machine. Rachel is in a somewhat nude state, her sweater and bra is discarded somewhere on the floor. But those tight jeans of hers were still on active mode.
Rachel steps closer and smoothly hoists herself up into Santanas arms and wrapping her legs securely around a naked waist.
She places wet and searing kisses all over Santana's throat until she reaches to her earlobe. Her lips hover.
"Please"
Next thing she knows, they're crashing into each other. Ravaging and taking advantage of their assets, Santana grinding into her while releasing the urge to kiss the girl. Rachel gasps surprised at the intrusion in her mouth, Santana's tongue is hot against hers and their lips are brisling at every caress. She relishes this rare act of Santana and does everything to prolong it. She moans and nips the girl's lip and forces them to come back together. Their breaths come out heavier and evidently reaches a new height of volume, the air circulation in the room is poor and so they're forced to separate. Despite the mess that surrounded the room, it was the lack of air to the room that really got on Rachel's nerves. Especially now and when she comes there to do her vocal exercises.
"Rachel" the Cheerios breathes hotly, lips dry from the restricted oxygen. Everything feels closer, almost like a claustrophobic feeling.
She's suddenly being ripped from the girl and pushed from the copy machine.
Rachel is looking at her with glazed eyes, lips swollen and red like never before. She waits and curiously narrows her eyes onto Rachel's trembling fingers. She watches her step closer and prepares to embrace her again when the brunette suddenly turns, lean spine, facing Santana. She bends over and twists her neck to lock gaze with Santanae over her shoulder. Santana doesn't frown nor question her. She's seen this move enough times to know what it implies. Rachel leans further, her hands come to rest safely on the copy machine while hands from behind her travels with a burning sensation from her spine to her glistening smooth neck, fingers clasp there, making the task of breathing harder. The uncomfortable feeling doesn't last too long, the tanned hands run higher, and then she relishes in the freedom of her hair being discharged from the knot, brown chestnut locks falls over her shoulder, creating a vein.
Santana tilts forward, placing kisses and bites before nuzzling the smooth skin with her nose, smothering her senses with the sweet strawberry scent of Rachel's body wash.
"You never seem to get enough, do you? Is that why you wore these jeans today?" She rasps out and puts weight on the tip her fingers as she grips for the flesh on Rachel's hips.
"Nothing I do is because of you" Rachel protests and arches forward when she feels Santana aligning her still bandaged and in boxers- member along her ass, while hands stride towards the zipper on Rachel's jeans,
"Wrong, you're so wrong. "
Popped button.
"You came to me first remember?"
Zipper down.
"You're the one who started fondling my junk. You-"
And she grips onto Rachel's neck with a firm grip and pulls her back into vertical stance, she slides her lips at her earlobe, giving it a nip before breathing hotly into the shell.
"You fucked me with your desperate lips, fucked me with your cute pussy and even had the courtesy to beg me to fuck you in your-"
"I get it!" Rachel stressed out and shamelessly grinded into the warm body behind her.
"Please. I know, I know...But I need you, San. Fuck me"
Santana groans and pushes the girl harshly forward again, her hands swiftly yank the girl's jeans down before stripping off her own boxers and nearly ripping the bandages off.
"I don't have time to play games with you, but you're making me play a dangerous one here. Doing this at school is risky and if you wanna do this, you better do as I say. And you better not talk back, this is gonna be intense and almost at the edge of cruelty." Santana warned and then proceeded with removing her boxers until she set her friend to freedom. The tip of her bulbous head was shining in the reflection of the lights, illuminating the pre cum that had started to gather.
Her gaze was locked on pink lacy panties and the tanned flesh beneath. God she loved that ass.
She exhaled wantonly and places her hands on each cheek, grazing each globe with her thumbs while perking her lips. She dips her nose and brushes her lips along the dip in her spine before she reaches the edge of the panties. She breathes in and presses a moist and hot kiss on the skin she finds there. She briefly hears a gasp but then it quickly shifts into a quiet moan.
"Not a sound" She warns.
"Santana" the girl whispers and Santana's eyebrow arches. She sighs and then takes the girl by surprise when she yanks the panties down. Enough time has passed and she's afraid they'll awake suspicion among their teachers and students, or be discovered. And she can't have that, not with her situation.
She brings her cum weeping cock forward and presses it softly against the lower part of Rachel's pussy. The wetness there attaches itself immediately and she groans and slides a little bit more forward. Rachel releases little sounds of pleasure and pleasurable annoyance. Within seconds she's covered with Rachel's essence and is ready for a long ride.
"Shut the fuck up, Rach"
Her eyes glide down to her cock and with a last intake of breath she slides into the girl. She throws her head back and grabs a crushing hold on Rachel's hips, she's certain that there will be marks there tomorrow. Marks she will bite and lick before kissing them back to good. She thrusts her hips and it feels like heaven, Rachel is clenching with every pump and then she shifts their roles. She watches mesmerized as Rachel starts moving into her, her shiny ass bumping into her. Santana's hands travel down to her round cheeks and starts cupping them with harsh and light squeezes. Rachel's gasping breaths get louder with each pump.
"Rachel, you're killing me. Fuck!" Santana utters with agony and starts meeting each thrust. It's almost painful by how hard she is and how much pressure Rachel is putting around her. Her legs are aching, knees trembling not to mention the drops of sweat burning in the back of her neck, but she still keeps going. She's determined to make the little brunette come before their current class reaches its end.
"I can't breathe, Santana, I don't-" Rachel's words are coming out in incoherent and messy pants. She's unable to form any sentence on how she's feeling and what she's going through. Her fingers are hurting so bad from gripping the copy machine and her legs are trembling with all the pressure she's putting in them to hold herself up. Rachel squeezes her eyes fiercely as the pounding behind her gets harsher, her body starts relaxing but her pussy is clenching tighter and it's a fantastic mix.
Santana eyes the sleek sweaty skin on Rachel's back, the spine growing tense. Releasing a desperate moan out of pleasure she feels her balls smack against Rachel, the sounds vibrates in the room. And then she cries out soundlessly as she feels Rachel squeeze her thrumming dick with what should be considered be a lethal grip.
She crashes into the waves of her climax and ejaculates into the warmth and safety of Rachel's pussy. Rachel's scream is still echoing in her mind...or is she still going? She feels like her sweat is holding her eyes captives, because as she opens her eyes, she feels an excruciating burn but she pushes through it and momentarily swipes brown strands of her hair behind her ear and holds on to the sight before her. Rachel's head is resting against the machine, left cheek is pressed against it, arms slumped sloppily and red bright lips parted. Harsh gasps exiting the girl and an occasional whine escaping as she tries to rise.
It's a sight to behold.
Santana's hands move to rest on the brunette's abs before she starts pulling the slumped figure to her own rising chest.
"Thank you" Rachel breathes out as her head comes to rest on Santana's collarbone. Her breaths painting Santana's neck as she slowly begins to collect her senses. She notices that Santana's arms are still around her abdomen,
It's been an irregular action in their latest activities, intimacy that is. But she finds herself enjoying the closeness...content for once.
Santana presses a kiss to Rachel's temple.
"I owe you so much"
Rachel shakes her ever the slightest and whispers.
"On the contrary, I..."
Santana swallows the dryness in her throat and waits.
"I never thought you would let me in your life."
Santana smiles.
"Neither did I...Now get on that couch, I wants a taste" She pants out as she spreads her fingers out and reaches for a light brown protruding nipple.
...So maybe skipping two classes. Couldn't be that bad? Rachel thinks to herself.
TBC
Next chap will continue from this scene. No more Time jump.