Summer Vacation
Day 1
We pulled up to the Berry House at 12:55 (because everything in Lima is ten minutes away). Luckily, Rachel stayed awake for the whole ride and was able to get out of the car on her own. She did however, request another piggyback ride. I made her pop a few Altoids in her mouth before we got out of the car and I consumed about ten on the ride home. I knew that Leroy would be waiting up for us.
Clearly he was listening carefully for the key in the lock because just as I stepped in the door with Rachel on my back, Leroy was stepping into the front hall.
"Cutting it pretty close," he said stepping closer to us.
I gulped, "It won't happen again."
"It's okay, Santana. You're on time," Hiram came in from the top of the stairs. "Long night?" he asked indicating to his snoring daughter on my back.
"Knowing her, she probably had a long day," I chuckled a little, "even on the last day she was probably working a million times harder than everyone else." That wasn't even a cover up. It was probably true.
"Make sure she rests a little this summer," Leroy requested as he stroked Rachel's cheek.
"I'll try," I smiled and then yawned. I shifted Rachel up a little bit on back, feeling exhaustion from the entire day and night finally hit me.
"Okay, get up there," Leroy said to me in his deep voice. He kissed Rachel's forehead and then kissed the top of my head. The gesture would have put the biggest smile on my face had I not been hoping so hard that he couldn't smell the alcohol that was probably already seeping out of Rachel's pores.
"Good night, Leroy," I said as I started up the stairs.
"Night Santana."
I got to Rachel's door and heard foot steps behind me. "Make sure she sleeps on her side," I heard Hiram say from behind me.
I winced a little before I turned back around and whispered, "You're not mad?"
"Not at you," he whispered back, "if I know my daughter at all, I know that there was probably no stopping her," he added and then turned around to go to his and Leroy's room.
I feel like I could have stopped her, though. Actually, I shouldn't have let Puck make the Moose Juice vegan friendly. She's probably going to get in trouble when the Berry Dads get home tonight.
It took me a while but I got Rachel out of her jeans, her polo and her bra (which I actually felt a little guilty taking off of her while she was quasi-unconscious, but I knew she'd be mad if she woke up with it on). It took me the same amount of time to get my Nationals t-shirt on her. She somehow laid down in the bed on her own and curled up on her side.
I found another one of my t-shirts under her bed and put that on. I also found my body pillow under there. This is the body pillow that went missing about two months ago, not long after I moved in. I wasn't even mad! It's actually really adorable that she stole it from me. Well, I was a little mad that it was under her bed, but the adorable-ness outweighs all else. As always.
Finally, I snuggled up behind her and passed out really quick.
Now, I'm a wake and preparing for Rachel's hangover in the kitchen. It's ten in the morning and she isn't up yet. She's definitely going to feel like crap. I'm thinking that she snuck in a third cup of Moose Juice somehow. At least she didn't puke last night.
Oh, but she is now. Shit.
After removing all of the vegan breakfast items from their skillets, I run upstairs to the bathroom. I find Rachel leaned over the toilet, gripping her hair with one hand and her stomach with the other.
"Hey, babe. You okay?" I ask as I collect her hair from her.
"Shhh... you don't have to scream," she whispers into the bowl and then heaves again. I don't think there's anything coming out anymore. I rub her back lightly with my free hand and she says, "I shouldn't have had that third cup of Puck's juice."
I am trying so hard not to laugh at her. She has no idea what she just said. Okay, this is serious time, Rach needs me. "Hey, gorgeous?" I whisper as lightly as I can.
"Mmm?"
"I made you some breakfast. I know you're not feeling that great but eventually you need something in your stomach," I whisper.
"Thank you," she finally looks up from the bowl. Her eye liner from last night is all smudged and her face is a little pale. I still think she looks beautiful. Is that weird? It can't be. I kiss her forehead and she says, "You're the best."
"I know. Come on, let's get you back in bed," I whisper and start helping her up off of the floor.
"Slow," she winces.
"Whatever you need, babe."
"Pain killers," she groans when she's finally standing up.
"Coming right up," I say as I slink my arm around her waist and start leading her towards her room.
"And something to drink. My mouth is dry," she says making smacking sounds with her mouth.
"No problem. I'll be right back, okay," I whisper to her when she's settled back in the bed.
"Okay, San," she mumbles. I kiss her cheek and leave the room for the kitchen.
I think I have a Powerade in the fridge. She will drink it. It's vegan friendly and calorie free. I'll put it in a cup so that she doesn't question it as much. Okay, plate of food, glass of Powerade and pain killers are in the downstairs bathroom. Hmm... maybe I should put the plate and glass down so that I can actually get the pills.
Alright! Santana to the rescue!
I am such a dork.
"Hey beautiful," I whisper as I slip through the door. I chuckle a little bit because while I was downstairs, she closed her curtains and put some sunglasses on. "Babe, you look ridiculous."
"Well I feel like there's a solar powered jack hammer in my head," she groans and sits up slowly. She scrunches her nose and sniffs a little, "What is that?"
Oooo... I hope breakfast isn't making her sick again. "Umm... tofu bacon and Morning Star breakfast sausage?"
She lifts up her sunglasses and her eyes go wide when she sees the plate in my hand, "Oh, I love you so much!"
I can't help but smile at her. Every time I hear the words come out of her mouth a smile instantly appears through mine. It's big, too. Teeth and everything. Whenever I take a picture now, I think about her saying "I love you" to me and instantly I have the smile I want everyone to see. I want everyone to know that I was happy at this time in my life and whenever I see those pictures, I'll know exactly why.
I walk over to the bed and sit down as I hand her the plate, "Eat a little bit and then take the pills okay?"
She grabs the cup from my other hand and looks into it, "What's this?"
"Powerade."
She scrunches her face and asks, "What flavor is it?"
I shrug and answer, "Blue?"
"That isn't a flavor," she scowls.
"Just drink it! It has a bunch of electrolytes and the vitamin B that you need in it and no calories," I plead.
"Your intelligence is showing, it's sexy," Rachel says and stares at me as she takes a sip from the glass.
"Eat," I tell her and nudge the plate on her lap towards her a bit.
She bites her lip a little just before bringing some pretend bacon to her mouth. I roll my eyes and get up off the bed, heading for the door.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I need to take a shower," I say without turning around.
"Can I come?"
"No. You need to eat and take those pain killers. You have a jackhammer in your head remember?" I say crossing my arms and turning at the doorway.
"It's better," she pouts.
"Oh really?" I practically shout.
Rachel winces and starts rubbing her temples, "Oh! Why did do that?"
"No sex until your hangover is gone. I held out for an entire month for you, you can hold out until you're better," I say, pointing at her, "I'm showering. By myself."
"Fine!" she grumbles and then takes a big bite out of one of her fake sausages.
"I love you!"
With a mouth full of phony sausage, "I love you, too. Now, get out of my room."
It is literally impossible to take that seriously.
All the girls at the party look at that body,
Shakin' that thing like you never did see
Why is this song stuck in my head? And are those even the words? I think I was like ten when it came out. Whatever.
Got a nice package alright,
Guess I'm gonna have to... ride... it... to- Ew.
Gross Janet Jackson lyrics.
Wow, how gay was that reaction?
Anyways, shower's done time to get dressed. Hmmm... why is my door open? Oh good, Rachel's feeling better. Okay, why is she in the shoe box?
"Hey, Rach," I say as I nonchalantly walk into my room in my towel.
"Did you put these in here?" she asks showing me two cards.
Ummm... duh. "Well if you didn't, then who else would?"
"Shh."
"Your head still hurt?" I ask crossing my arms. I swear, if she tries anything and she isn't feeling better, I will be sooo mad!
"Not really. I just feel kind of icky," she says as she sits down with her legs crossed on my floor. She huffs and asks, "You really put these in here?"
I'm not really sure what the issue is here. It's not like I've put anything in that's absolutely insane. I don't even know which ones she's talking about. "What do those ones say?"
"Well, there's this one," she says holding up one of the cards to me.
I walk over, grab it and then head over to my dresser. I put it down and as bend down to open a drawer I read it.
I want to fuck you with the strap-on, from behind, with your skirt still on.
I put that in there yesterday after our nap. I'm thinking she isn't cool with this one. Okay so it's a little risqué.
Wait, no it isn't!
Come on! She put one in there that says 'in the park... in public.'
And I mean, seriously, how hot would that be? So I have a little fantasy, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
"It's just a suggestion..." I shrug as I turn around with some clothes in one hand and the card in the other.
"It's vulgar."
"Why because I wrote the word 'fuck' in the sentence?" I ask. Then I give her a little smirk, turn around and drop my towel. After a couple seconds I look over my shoulder and catch her staring right at my ass, "It's rude to stare."
Without looking up, she says, "I will stare at my girlfriend's fantastic ass whenever I want." She looks back up and quirks her eyebrows up, "And I never said that you couldn't do it, I just thought it was vulgar."
Oh... yes!
"I don't know what this one even means," she says after I've put my clothes on.
I walk over and sit down on the floor with her. She hands me the card and when I look at it, I start cracking up.
"What is so funny?"
"You really don't know what this means?" I can't even believe it. She doesn't know what 69-ing is.
I'm actually surprised we've never done it.
"No! Why won't you tell me?" she pouts.
That pout is not going to work! "You trust me right?"
"You know I do," she sighs.
"Well, then, you're going to find out what this means later... when you're definitely better," I say giving her calf a little squeeze.
"Well, now I'm nervous," she says crossing her arms and chewing on her lip.
"Don't be, you're gonna love it. I promise. But seriously, it has to be later. I can tell that you still don't feel well," I say in my concerned voice and run my fingers up her calf.
"How?" she says with a whole bunch of doubt in her eyes.
It's actually really easy for me to tell. Rachel has excellent posture, even when she's sitting on the floor, but right now, her shoulders are slumped forward and her back is bent. "You're slouching."
"Oh," she says looking down at her body. She seems to notice what I've pointed out and then tries to straighten herself out. Clearly uncomfortable with the position, she lets her shoulders slip back down and her back curl forward.
Even when she's sick, she's trying to be strong. I wish she didn't feel like she had to do that. At least not with me. It's not like I'm judging her. If there's one person in this world that I never pass my usual judgement on, it's Rachel.
"Come on, let's go downstairs and have movie cuddle time. I think there's a certain Barbara movie down there that you might want to watch," I say as I get up from the floor.
"I like that idea," she responds and then attempts to get up. She merely gets to the part where she puts her hands on the ground and pushes up. The simple exertion is a little too much for her at the moment and she actually gives in and asks, "Will you help me get up?"
I extend my hands out to her and she grips them as hard as she can. I'm completely prepared to do all of the work in this. She adjusts her legs and plants her feet on the floor. "Ready?" I ask and then after she nods, pull with as much as I deem necessary. It's a little too much and when she's up, she has a little too much momentum and is flying into me. I wrap my arms around her and stop both of us from moving any further. I feel her sink into me instantly, her face buried in my chest.
I feel her breathe in hard and then hum, "Mmmm. You smell like Santana."
"Well, what else would I smell like?" I ask softly and lightly kiss her head.
"Sometimes you smell like apricots and vanilla and sometimes I can smell a hint of grape," she says without picking her head up and sniffing again.
"That's my hairspray," I say though a small laugh.
"I know. I can always catch the way that you smell though," she sighs.
"And what do I smell like?"
"I don't know how to describe it other than Santana," she says taking in another breath and tightening her arms around my waist.
The feeling coursing through my body absolutely overwhelming. I noticed a while ago that she liked the way that I smell. I've seen her bury her face into my pillow or brush a piece of my clothing that she's wearing across her nose. It's why she stole my body pillow. That scent, it's me. I mean, it's something I have no control over. It's kind of like she can't get enough of me. I love it. I'm never wearing body spray again. I might even abandon the hairspray.
"It just makes me happy whenever I smell it. I love it so much I stole something from you," she confesses finally, looking up at me.
"My body pillow?" I ask and she adopts a nervous look, "I know. It's okay. You can keep it. Although, it might start smelling like you after a while and I might have to steal it back." I give her a little smirk. Truth be told, I can't get enough of the way that she smells either. Even right now. Despite the fact that she's hungover, she still smells like Rachel.
There's this spot behind her ear that whenever I find my nose there, I have to sniff. I find myself kissing her there for both of our benefit. It's a combination of her skin and her hair that I find completely intoxicating. Seriously, alcohol is pretty much useless to me with Rachel around.
"Ready to have cuddle time?" I ask as I tuck my hands under her t-shirt and let them rest on the swell of her back. Another one of my favorite places on her body.
"I want to shower first. I feel like smell awful. I'm not even sure how you can stand so close to me right now," she says trying to get loose from my hold on her.
Not happening.
"Because I love you no matter state you're in. I'd stand this close to you even if you were sneezing all over the place and had snot dripping out of your nose," I say with a smile. This is 100% true. Even if it meant I was going to get sick, too, I'd still want to be close to her.
"Ew... wait, really?" Rachel asks with curiosity in her beautiful eyes.
"Hells yeah! How can I be your knight in shining armor if I keep away from you when you need me the most?"
Instantly I know I've said something that she thinks is perfect. She's speechless. All she does is wrap her arms around my waist again and place her cheek on my chest. I cross my arms across her back squeezing her into me and after a few seconds like this, I feel a wet spot developing on my t-shirt. "Hey, babe, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," she mumbles into my chest and then looks up at me with her smudged eye liner and wet eyes, "everything is perfect. You're perfect. This is perfect." She lifts up on her tip toes, drapes her arms on my shoulders, and places her lips softly on mine, "You are my knight in shining armor."
I close my eyes and press our foreheads together. I'm completely reveling in this moment. This is perfect. She's perfect. Now I have tears in my eyes. I will always, gladly accept tears of happiness.
I cannot believe I am sitting through Funny Girl for this girl. I am so whipped, the amount can't even be measured. It really doesn't matter, as long as she's happy. The movie's almost over anyways. Besides, I could sit through anything with Rachel in my arms, especially when we're like this. We're both lying down on the sectional, I'm on my back and Rachel's lying on top of me, our fronts pressed against each other. This is the most Rachel Blanket I have ever experienced.
Her head is right under my chin and with every breath I take I inhale a whiff of her shampoo. Oh, right, and I've been able to feel her mouthing the words along with the movie the entire time. Every time Barbara's mouth opens, so does Rachel's. Two and a half months ago I would have thought that was the stupidest thing I have ever witnessed, now it's one of those adorable little quirks that I couldn't imagine her without.
"When is your dad coming home from St. Louis?" Rachel asks pulling me out of the bubble I'd created while I was thinking about her.
"Ummm... Saturday... afternoon. I talked to him on Tuesday and he said he wanted to do dinner when he was home," I'm making a mental note to call him tonight... or tomorrow morning. Since we've been spending more time together, I've started missing him a lot more. I'd gotten so used to not having my parents around so much that I kind of forgot what it was like to spend time with them. He's been in St. Louis for a week and a half and I've called him 7 times already.
"Thank goodness, I think my Dads are having withdrawals. Their new bro has been gone for far too long," Rachel using the term "bro" is way too much for me to handle. I am cracking up. Because of the way that Rachel is lying on top of me, my laughter is shaking her, which causes her to laugh.
After the pain in my abs becomes a little too much, I calm my laughter down and say to her, "Have I told how adorable I think you are, yet today?"
"Probably," she says with a slight blush forming on her cheeks. She must feel it because she's burying her face back into my chest.
"Ok, then I won't tell you again, don't want it going to your head or anything," I say sarcastically. I feel her hand push up the side of my ribs and settle about three inches under my arm pit. Then coincidentally, I feel a sharp pain in the exact same place that her hand just stopped, "Ow! You know that's abuse!"
"Oh and tickling me until I feel as though I'm going to vomit isn't?" Rachel asks glaring at me.
"Tickling is way different than pinching! I think that's going to leave a bruise!" This shit still hurts!
Quickly she places her hands at both of my sides and maneuvers herself off of me. She lifts up her arm as if she about to attempt to lick her elbow and shows me a yellowing bruise at the top of her elbow.
"Is that my fault?" I ask feeling a little guilty.
"I'm not particularly sure, actually. It's kind of a mystery bruise. I wouldn't be surprised if it occurred the other day when you decided to sneak up on me and tickle me to the floor. I actually thought I was going to see my lunch again."
Okay so I guess as fun as that was for me, it was pretty terrible for her, "I'm sorry, Rach. I'll be less vigorous in my future tickle attacks." There's no way I'm stopping them, she is far too adorable when I tickle her for them to come to an end.
She knits her eyebrows together at me begins to turn away. I catch her wrist before she can walk away and pull her down onto me. She's sitting on my thighs and I sit up to start up an assault on her face and neck with my lips.
"Not fair! I can't stay mad at you when your lips are doing this to me!"
"That's the point!" I say and continue planting kisses on every bit of skin I can find on her face and neck. She's trying keep really stiff so I'll stop attacking her.
Oh please.
I get to that spot that I love so much. I lick my lips and the instant they touch it, she melts into my arms. "Sooo not fair," she mumbles as I give it more attention.
"Are you feeling better?" I whisper into her ear and then take a tiny piece of flesh that resides on her cartilage between my teeth.
I've been burning since I started kissing her neck. I'm pretty sure this is happening whether she's actually feeling better or not. It doesn't help that she was just a little mad at me. There's going to be one less card in the box soon.
"Totally," she husks out and tilts her head back as I direct my mouth back down to her neck.
"So, ready to learn what that card means?" I rasp out. For some reason my mouth is feeling really dry. Not helpful for what's about to happen.
Am I nervous? Why? It's not like I've never done this before. No, you know what this is? Well, of course you don't, you aren't me. It's that excited feeling I get when I'm about to do something kind of special with Rachel. Not that 69ing is particularly special, but this is the first card being eliminated from the box. We decided to start them after school was over.
"Mhm," she hums and nods lightly.
I'm moving my lips down her jawline up to her lips. I love her lips. I usually watch her speaking and only think about how much I want them pressed up against mine... or somewhere on my body.
"Upstairs?"
"Please," she exhales.
We get up, her first, then me and we hold hands all the way through the kitchen, up the stairs and into her bedroom.
This is going to be slow and sexy. She doesn't know what's happening and I want to draw it out. Not to tease her... okay maybe it's tease her a little bit, but it's also with the hope that she really enjoys what we're going to do. I mean, I put the card in there for a reason. She really likes it when we do things together, so why wouldn't she enjoy this?
She closes the door and the moment she turns around to me, I bring my hand to her face and catch her lips with mine. She moans into my lips as soon as we make contact. Her hands make their way to my hips and then slide to my back under my t-shirt. I point my tongue and slide it along her bottom lip. Parting her lips, she sends her tongue out to meet mine. A slow battle of taste buds against taste buds begins. Our hands shift slowly to different places. Her fingertips are dancing lightly across the skin on my back.
I'm lost in what's going on between our tongues and don't notice that my shirt is coming off until it gets stopped at my arms. I lift them up so she can take it off. I'm not going to stop her from trying to take the lead from me, this should be pretty equal.
Look at me being all symbolic.
Equal means equal though, so her shirt is coming off next. And there it goes, on the floor with mine.
Today's been completely lazy and completely lazy means no bra... or underwear... for either of us.
"Mmm," Rachel hums as my hands dive into the back of her shorts and skim lightly over the skin on her ass.
She walks her fingers up my abs and finds my breasts, palming them both. After a light squeeze, she rubs her thumbs over my nipples. I bite my lower lip and let out a low hum. Her hands linger on my breasts for a moment longer and then she restarts her walking fingers. I feel her finger tips press against my chest one by one as they make their way to my neck. Each one gives me this feeling in my lower back. It's like a tiny spasm, but it isn't painful or obnoxious, it feels amazing. It makes my breathing kind of erratic. The feeling builds slightly as her fingers do their dance up and around my neck. When her fingers find the back of my head, they stop their journey and begin to massage.
I love that she's obviously anxious, but she's pretty much keeping with my pace.
Oh my god! Her fingers are amazing. She keeps moving them along my head as I direct my lips down her neck to her shoulder. I look down her back and notice for the first time, that I've pushed her shorts down. I've been like, unconsciously undressing her. That might be dangerous. Well, I might as well keep going.
Just throwing this out there, her butt looks good no matter what angle I look at it from.
Before she can even think about taking her fingers out of my hair, I press our bodies together and pull down my own shorts so she can feel that they're coming off already.
"I was going to do that," she whispers.
"I know," I respond and then bite down into her shoulder. She sucks in air quickly through her teeth and balls her hands into fists, taking chunks of my hair into them. I lick over the bite mark and blow air onto it to cool it. Hmm... do I want leave a mark?
"Oh, San, don't stop," Rachel moans, pushing my head down into her shoulder more. Clearly, I made the right decision.
"So," I begin as I start shifting my hand around her hips, "are you ready?" Just as I finish the question, my hand gets to her slit. I don't even have to go inside to know, "Oh, you're definitely ready."
"What are we doing?" she asks with lots of excess air surrounding her words.
"I promise you'll figure it out once we get going," I say as I get onto her bed. She follows me and even starts to lie down with me, but I stop her, "Uh uh. You're on top." She simply responds with a puzzled look at which I respond, "It'll be easier." That didn't help her confusion at all.
Ugh. This isn't going to sound sexy at all, but I really can't think of any other way to say it to her.
"Rach?"
"Yeah," she responds nervously.
"Straddle my face."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Umm..." she utters nervously and then starts to swing her left leg over me. That's the wrong one, I don't want her to face the headboard.
"Other leg."
"Oh. Okay..."
She takes her leg back and then I see it: her thinking face. I can pretty much see the gears grinding in her head. The connection between what position I'm telling her to get in and the number on the card is finally hitting her. I know she gets it completely when she licks her lips and adjusts her posture. She tells me she gets it by confidently saying, "Oh," and lifts her right leg over me.
I don't even have to tell her to bend forward, she does it on her own and after a little adjustment, I feel the coolness of her breath on my wet skin. She moans a little as I kiss the back of her thighs. I run my fingers up them, settling on her ass and squeezing.
She hums out her pleasure as she lays kisses on across my hips.
I move my hands down and begin teasing her lips with my fingers, listening as her hums get more throaty.
Her kisses change direction and when she places one on the top of my slit, I can't stop the moan from coming out of my mouth.
Time to start.
Holding her thighs a little, I lift myself up and point my tongue into her clit.
"Unh," Rachel moans and in less than a second I feel her tongue slide down my clit.
I forgot how much concentration goes into the this. Just, "Mmmm," keep moving your tongue, "fuck!" and stop using words to express how awesome Rachel is. Tell her with your tongue.
Duh.
Well, when you look at it that way, this is an interesting conversation. It's like every motion my tongue makes she has a response with hers. After circling at least a paragraph around her clit, I decide to change the subject. I ease into the new topic by swirling my tongue slowly up her length until I finally get to my point.
She responds by sucking my clit in between her lips and flicking her tongue simultaneously.
My response: a more vigorous conversation with the nerves at her entrance. It's so intense, I start talking with my hands. I'm pretty sure my last topic was feeling neglected anyways.
While I combine my topics, Rachel moans into me and starts getting a little more animated in her own response. Her hands get involved as well and I feel her fingers enter me, slowly.
My tongue and fingers start picking up the pace of their discussion. Rachel does the same.
And here's where concentration really gets difficult. I feel that tug in my stomach and my inhalations are getting sharp. I listen for a moment to hear Rachel's breathing. I don't have to hear it, I can feel it. She's moaning through her licks and what I really need to listen for is... is... nothing. Here come those scattered thoughts. I really hope she's as close as I think she is because... I'm... oh god... I'm... FUCK!
And there's silence on the other end.
I'm grabbing at her hip because even through her own orgasm (of which one of her reactions to is to dig her nails into my thigh) she keeps her tongue moving and her hand pumping.
Maybe she doesn't know... mmm... that I'm coming... maybe I should stop?
I stop my tongue and fingers, but just as I do, this wave hits me and what do I do? I smack Rachel with the hand that was grabbing her hip. I didn't do it on purpose. It was a reflex.
She stopped though.
For a moment, she relaxes on top of me. She takes a few deep breaths and rolls off of me.
With all of the energy I can find, I sit up. I want to see her face when I ask her, "So, did you like that one?"
"Yes," I smile and reach for the hand that she left on my leg, "and no."
Wait. What?
"Okay?"
Rachel smiles and then chuckles a little bit. I'm sure she expected that reaction. "Yes, because I really like when we touch each other simultaneously and you know I love when we come together. And no, because I can't see you, I love being able to see you, too," she rolls her eyes and bites her lower lip, "I also really like hearing the things you say when I'm doing things to you. You can't say them if your mouth is busy doing something else."
Well, I wasn't expecting that last part. "So you like the swears and the random Spanish that come flying out of my mouth."
"Both sufficiently affect my level of arousal, which is usually already extremely high by the time the cursing and Spanish begin," Rachel answers in true Rachel fashion. I wouldn't have it any other way. "Nap?"
"Since when do you enjoy sleeping so much?" I ask, not because I don't want to nap, but because usually Rachel is not about spending the day lazing about completely.
"It's just for today. Tomorrow I'll be up and on the elliptical. I can have a day of rest with my girlfriend," she says as she traces lazy patterns over my calf.
"You can have many days of rest this summer," I say as I lie down on my stomach so that our heads are next to each other.
"But-"
"No buts. You're going to rest a little this summer, okay. Don't worry, you know I won't let you skip any of your lessons, but I'm also going to make you rest. This will be a perfectly balanced summer, okay babe?"
She knits her brow and breathes in deep. After the breath, her face relaxes and she says, "You are so wonderful. I love you."
I brush a stray piece of hair from her cheek then lean over to give her a kiss. "I love you."
"Naked nap time now?"
"Shameless."
"I learn from the best."
A/N: I am writing as fast as I can. Trust me, I want to get these chapters out much quicker than this. Actually, if I had internet access this weekend, this would have been up sooner. Well, let me know what you thought!