Summer Vacation
Day 23, also known as Rachel's Birthday.
Oh god! 6AM! What was I thinking? I was thinking that the girl sleeping on my shoulder deserves the best seventeenth birthday anyone has ever had! I was also thinking that it starts off with breakfast in bed and that we have an hour and half hour drive to Kentucky.
Now, how do I get off of this bed without waking her up? Where's that body pillow? I think I put it on floor next to me... Yes! Man, it's a good thing Rachel sleeps like a rock. I wake up if she just barely shifts something on top of me. Okay, so I'll just slide my leg out from under hers, then shift my hips over to the left, lift her arm off of me a little and slide the body pillow in.
I'm free!
Time to cook up all that meatless meat and the milk and eggless waffles I bought yesterday!
...
Okay, it's 6:30AM, Rachel is going to hate me... until she realizes what I'm doing, then she'll love me again.
Well, here goes nothing:
"Hey, Rach," I whisper while pushing on her shoulder.
Nothing.
"It's your birthday and I have things planned," I say a little louder and then kiss her cheek.
Still nothing. Ugh! She's impossible! I don't understand how she wakes up to get on the elliptical every morning!
You know, I was really trying to hold off on the birthday sex until tonight, but if she's going to be like this, I guess I'm going to have bust out some of my moves... seriously, I need to be hidden away in some cave somewhere so no one can hear me say these things.
I'll start with her neck, specifically that spot just behind her ear. Oh, she smells so good. Rachel-licious, if you will... find that cave to put me in yet?
How is this not waking her up? My lips hurt I'm sucking so hard on her skin right now. Okay, I'm not being nice anymore... Rachel's collar bone, meet my teeth.
"Mmm..."
Finally!
Wait a second... is her arm moving... underneath her... SHE'S TOUCHING HERSELF!
"Are you kidding me right now?"
"Oh... San..."
Oh that's fucked up.
"I was going to give you some AM birthday sex, but it seems like you're doing just fine on your own," I say as I get up from on top of Rachel and crawl off the bed.
I walk all the way over to the breakfast I put on the dresser and grab one of the things I brought up on the tray.
"But you're so much better than me!" I can hear the pout on her face.
I turn around and start shaking the can of vegan whipped cream in my hand, "Breakfast?"
"You made me breakfast?"
"Oh I was talking about my breakfast, but if you really want this," I say stepping over to the right a little so that she can see the vegan waffles, sausage and bacon that I made for her.
"I definitely want that," she says with her eyes wide and her mouth practically watering. I laugh a little and grab the tray to bring it over to her. "Is that vegan whipped cream?" she asks through quasi-lusty eyes.
"It's for your waffles," I say and then tip the can upside down to spray a perfect swirl of whipped cream on them.
Of course it isn't just for her waffles... but she doesn't need to know that now.
"Eat up, babe. You have a big day ahead of you," I say getting up from the bed.
"Is that why I'm awake before the sun is up?" she asks and then shoves a large piece of waffle into her mouth.
"It's out there," I say dipping my head down to look out her window. "I'm not going to rush you, but just be aware that we need to be out of here by eight. I'm going to go shower now."
"Where are we going?" she asks tearing into a slice of tofu bacon.
"Nice try. Be ready by eight, okay gorgeous?" I say with a wink and wait for her to argue with me.
"Fine."
Good, more time for us to get ready.
Let me just grab some clothes and... Mother fucker!
Quinn's shit is still in here!
...
"Hey, San! Have you seen my iPod? It isn't on the dock?" Rachel calls down from the top of the kitchen stairs.
"Ummm..." yes, I have, "No, babe, I haven't! Maybe you took it off so that the battery isn't murdered?"
"Despite your protests, I didn't take it off of the dock... at least I don't remember taking it off?" she says now at the bottom of the stairs.
"Why do you need it now? We're leaving... in two minutes. You're ready, right?" I ask grabbing the picnic basket cooler thing that the Berry dads got for opening a new checking account.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Rachel asks with a pout.
"That pout isn't going to work today, Birthday girl. This is a surprise," I say through a smirk and grab her hand to lead her out of the house.
"I hate surprises," she mumbles through a scowl.
"I hate liars," I say just as we get to the door. I let go of her hand and open the door for her, "After you."
She flashes another scowl at me, but steps out of the house. I beat her to my car and open the door for her. "You aren't going to blindfold me are you?" she asks with a worried look on her face.
"As fun as that would be for me, I know you would hate all fifty-four-hundred seconds of it."
Yes, I just did that in my head.
"Oh thank god!" Rachel says and gets into the car.
I put the cooler in the back seat and round the back of the car to get into it.
"We're driving for an hour and a half?" Rachel asks me as sit down and put my key in the ignition.
I'm not answering that... she's good enough at math to know that she's right.
I turn the key and wait a few seconds for the radio to kick in... well, it isn't really a radio. I hear the first few notes of the unfamiliar song, "I found your iPod," I say through a smirk after I hear Rachel's gasp at the song playing.
She knows for a fact that the only song from Wicked in my possession is the one we sang for Glee. So, when the first note of what I think is No One Mourns the Wicked was heard, she knew this was her iPod in my car. The only significance this song holds is that it was the first one I came across that I knew she would know wasn't mine.
"Thief," she mumbles and then slides her hand into mine. She lifts my hand to her lips and kisses the back of it, bringing it and both of her hands down into her lap, "I love you."
"I love you," I say taking my eyes off the road for a second to look at her. I know, Leroy told me to drive safe. "Happy Birthday, beautiful."
"I'm with you, how could it be anything but happy?" she says and places another kiss on the back of my hand. I think we both know how cheesy that line was... and how perfect.
...
We are an hour into this drive and I'm really regretting bringing Rachel's iPod. It is showtune after showtune with the occasional pop song thrown in.
Oh thank god she's turning it down.
"Have you talked to Quinn since last night?"
"You're not allowed to worry on your birthday," I say slightly agitated that Quinn has found her way into Rachel's birthday date.
"I'm not worried, I was just wondering if she'd gotten back to you. That's all," I see her shrug through the corner of my eye.
"I haven't checked my phone since last night, so no, I haven't heard from Quinn," I say with my own shrug.
"Oh... well, when we get to where we're going can you check?" she asks turning in the seat to face me.
"Rach, today we aren't dealing with other people's problems. Today, we're celebrating the day that Rachel Barbara Berry was born because it's the best day of the year," I say and then turn the music back up from the steering wheel.
Wait a second! I know this song! But it isn't the original... I'm starting it from the beginning.
"Finally find a song you actually like?" Rachel says in the quiet of the song going back to its beginning.
"Who is this? And why do you have this song?" I ask through all my surprise.
"First of all: I actually love Nicki Minaj and second: this is Karmin... they're a YouTube sensation from Boston. They got Quest Love from the Roots band to play the drums on this!"
She is blowing my mind right now.
"I actually bought it because I thought it would be a great song for you and Brittany to do sometime. Mostly because it's pre-edited for Glee. I'm also quite positive that Brittany could pull off Nicki Minaj almost as well as Nicki Minaj does," she says quite matter-of- factly. She reaches forward and starts the song for a third time so that we can actually listen to it.
And so that she can rap along to every single word!
Even thewords that the radio edits out like "might sell coke" and "mother fuckin' trip trip" and "panties comin' off" are flowing out of her mouth.
"Can't you hear that
Boom-ba-doom-boom-boom-ba-doom-boom-bass
Got that super bass!
Boom-ba-doom-boom-boom-ba-doom-boom-bass
Got that super ba-
"Ummm... San?"
"Yes, beautiful?"
"Why did Kentucky just welcome us?"
I'm wondering how long she hasn't been paying attention to where we are? We were in Cincinnati for at least five minutes and then we went over a bridge... that goes over the Ohio River... which separates Ohio from Kentucky. She was really into that song. It's like she blindfolded herself.
"Because we're in Kentucky," I answer, because that's exactly why Kentucky just welcomed us.
"Very funny," Rachel deadpans and then turns her head to look out the window. "Where are we going?" she asks really quickly.
"You'll find out really soon, we're almost there," I say with my most charming smile.
"Ooo! Really? Where?" she asks excitedly, looking out of practically every window in the car.
"Can you wait like, five minutes?" She's making this un-fun.
"Yes. But only because it's you asking," she says and starts holding my hand.
"Thank you!" I sigh just as I see the parking garage that I have to park in.
Oh shit!
I need a distraction plan! There are going to be signs all over this place saying where we are! Why didn't I think of this before? Why didn't I bring a blindfold?
Because we'd look like freaks walking around like that, that's why.
Ummm... uhhh... fucking brain! Work!
"Hey babe, could you look in the cooler and grab me a water? I'm really thirsty," I think I put waters in there...
"Okaaay..." she says turning around to the back seat.
Now, hopefully I can find a parking space before she turns back around. Good thing she's short...
"An aquarium!"
Dammit!
...
"Oh my god! Penguins!" Rachel whispers excitedly and tugs on my arm right after the announcement saying that said aquatic birds would be making their appearance in five minutes. "Is that why we're here so early?" she whispers with the same excitement and looking at me with those big, beautiful, brown eyes.
"You don't think I'd wake up at 6:30 just for the hell of it, do you?" I ask, leaving a little kiss on her nose.
"I don't know, you woke up pretty early just because you thought you had to stop me from getting on the elliptical," she returns. Her little smirk shows up and she says, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you would only wake up that early for one person."
"Well, it's a good thing you know better then, isn't it?" I say with a fake scowl because I know full well that I am whipped enough to wake up at dawn for this girl.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: the moment you've all been waiting for..."
"Well, that's original-"
"Shhh!"
"Here to welcome you all to Newport Aquarium: Penguins on Parade!"
"Can you see, babe?"
"Yes! San, they're so cute! I love penguins!"
"I know you do," I say with a little laugh thinking about how adorable she is.
"I hope they don't keep them outside too long, it's really hot out," she says clearly remembering how much she cares about the well being of all living creatures.
"They know what they're doing. Besides, the penguins love this shit! Look at them. Penguins are like, the biggest hams of the Animal Kingdom," just as I'm done speaking, two moms near us do that slight glance over the shoulder thing. You know, the one you do at the movies when some little shit-head is kicking the back of your seat. Not gonna lie, it really makes me want to follow them around all day and use as many "bad words" as I can.
I'm sure some lezzie PDA would really annoy them, too.
Lucky for them, it's Rachel's birthday and we're doing whatever she wants.
After the penguins are ushered back into the aquarium, we follow the mass of people towards the entrance to get in. I say mass of people as if there are thousands here. It actually isn't that bad considering it's a Friday in the middle of summer vacation. I'm glad that I bought the tickets ahead of time though and I don't have to wait in the already obnoxiously long line.
I steer Rachel in the direction of the line for guests with tickets and after I pull the print outs out of my pocket, Rachel asks, "How long have you had this planned?"
That's a good question... hmmm... definitely since before the appendicitis incident... I'm gonna say, "about a month."
She's speechless as the guy at the head of the line scans the pieces of paper I'm holding out to him. Her mouth is slightly open and her eyes are slowly getting bigger and bigger.
"Enjoy your day, ladies," the guy says and I have to pull Rachel past because she has yet to snap out of her daze.
"Where to first Birthday Girl?"
"A month?"
"Yeah, Rach, it's not that big of a deal," I shrug, slowly leading her towards the Amazon.
"But that's a long time! And you put thought into this! Finn didn't even remember my birthday!"
"Okay, A) I'm a million times better than Finnept, duh and B) why did you even put up with that?" I genuinely want to know the answer to this question... and she's going to answer it amongst the snakes and piranha of the Amazonian rainforest.
"Well, A) You are more than a million times better than Finn," she says lacing our fingers together, "And B)," she sighs a little and I suddenly sense confession time, "because he's an idiot."
"Ummm... you're going to have to elaborate on that one," I say looking away from the gigantic anaconda in front of us.
"Can we go to a different exhibit first? One that isn't so menacing?" she asks through a slightly terrified look. I think someone has seen Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone too many times.
Perhaps two of us have seen Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone too many times...
"Sure. Here," I say producing a map, "look at this and pick somewhere."
"When did you grab this?" she asks as she unfolds.
"While you were entranced by the month that I spent planning this," I say giving her hip a little pinch.
She giggles a little and then her eyes light up, "Here!" she points to a section of the map.
"Okay."
...
"Okay, I take back my earlier sentiment, otters are the biggest hams of the animal kingdom," I say as we watch a particularly energetic sea otter swim back and forth in his tank, doing those flips that swimmers do when they turn around.
Rachel giggles and turns away from the glass. I follow her to a nearby bench and we sit down together.
"This is so great," she says softly, slipping her hand into mine.
"I'm glad you like it," I say back, giving her hand a little squeeze.
We sit in pleasant silence for a while and watch the people watching the hammy sea otters. Rachel's head lands lightly on my shoulder and she starts to speak, "Finn's too dumb to realize that he was a beard."
"What?"
No seriously. What? She went through all that shit just to land a beard? That can't be right.
"He wasn't really a beard until the end of last summer, but it's not like I broke up with him just because I figured something out. We were still together when school started," she shrugs, "I figured it would work. I would just keep saying no to his advances and give him the same reason, because he's too dumb to really question it."
Okay, while that makes some sort of Rachel sense, I'm still wondering, "So, if it was all fake, then why did you get so mad when you found out we'd had sex?"
She picks her head up from my shoulder and turns herself on the bench, "Now that has two reasons. I really was angry that he'd lied to me. I just don't understand why he couldn't have just said that he went through with it. Like he'd said a million times, 'we weren't dating' so why didn't he just tell me?"
"Because he's a douche bag."
"I know," she says rolling her eyes.
"We spend too much time together," I say giving her a little nudge.
"No such thing," she laughs.
She said there were two reasons right? I wasn't hearing things or anything?
"Umm... what's the second reason?"
She looks away from me and focuses straight ahead at the otter doing his swim, flip, push routine. I see her nibble on her lip a little and then see a slight smile underneath her teeth. Rachel shakes her head a little and then says, "You know, I'm pretty sure that the captain and quarterback of the football team can get pretty much anyone he wants in the school. Finn could have approached any girl and she would have said yes to him," she turns her head back to look at me, "but he chose you." She gives this little half-hearted smirk and then turns her head to look at the floor.
I don't even know what to say. She told me that she's liked me since middle school and I... I... my brain doesn't know what to do.
"Rach I'm so-"
"Don't apologize for something that has nothing to do with you," Rachel says stopping me from uttering the words that only slip out for a select few. "We've talked about this, you're mine now and that's what matters."
"I am all yours," I say and then lean in to kiss her. I don't remember that we're surrounded by people until I pull back and I hear some asshole clear his throat near us.
I hate people.
"Let's go to a different place," Rachel says getting up and tugging me with her, "I'm thinking the Arctic."
"You know, he was awful," I say as we follow the arrows to the arctic.
"It was his first time and you don't even like boys," she says defending him because her heart is too big.
"But I like sex and that was not good sex," I say a little too close to a family. After steering us a little away from said family I continue, "that first time thing isn't an excuse. You were amazing your first time... and your second and third... and fourth."
"Okay, okay! We're going to get kicked out because you have a dirty mind!"
I have a dirty mind! "Speak for yourself, Birthday Girl!"
"I will later," she says quietly and with a little smirk.
She has no idea.
...
I promised L and H that I'd have Rach home at a decent dinner hour. Since they get home from work later than your average not doctor parents, anywhere between seven and eight is safe. We got home at 7:30... perfect. Leroy made vegan chicken parmesan and it was unbelievable! I'd refused to use vegan cheese before, thinking that milk-less cheese would be horrendous, but now my vegan cookbook has busted wide open and I will be making so many new things for Rachel.
And now we're up in Rachel's room where the romantic birthday sexytimes are going to happen... after I give her that gift I got her.
"Ready for your present?" I ask leaning on the door frame of her room watching her go through her drawers.
"What?" she stops digging, "More? San, you've already done so much for me-"
"I'll be right back," I say and turn out of the room not letting her protest my romantic gestures.
I'm sure you're aware that Quinn's clothes are still all over my room. She needs to get this shit out of here tomorrow. The end.
I pull the little box wrapped in red paper out of my top drawer and laugh a little bit. I had to re-wrap it because I wanted to see it again. I know it isn't diamonds or anything... I don't know, I guess I just wanted to look at it a few more times. Don't judge me.
Now across the hall... nope! We need something else, too! To the kitchen!
"Happy birthday, gorgeous," I say presenting the little red box to Rachel but keeping my other surprise behind my back when I get to her door.
She turns around, looking at the box and walks towards the bed a little. As quickly as I can I put the can of whipped cream down on her dresser, hiding it behind a teddy bear. "You really shouldn't have done all this," she says through a pout as she turns around to speak to me.
"But I did. Open it," I say reaching out and grabbing her hips. My thumbs trace her hip bones and tuck themselves just under the waist of her shorts. She shakes her head a little and smiles at me. We both look down to the box and she starts opening it. "I'll take that," I say and grab the paper from her.
"Did you get me jewelry?" she asks in a kind of accusing tone. Underneath it is excitement though. I can hear it.
"Just keep going," I say rolling my eyes at her.
She huffs a little and then takes the top off of the box, revealing another box. Turning it over, she taps the velvet box out into her palm. Just like I took the paper, I take the outside box away from her, too. She looks at me one more time before popping open the black, velvet box. I watch as her eyes slowly light up and the corners of her lips start rising up towards her eyes, turning into that big beautiful smile that I love so much.
"Do you like it?" I ask even though I can tell that she does.
"I love it. It's perfect," she says taking her eyes off of it for a second to look at me. She pulls it out of the box and asks, "will you put it on me?"
I nod and take the necklace from her. She turns around and as I'm putting it on her I say, "I saw you looking at it a little while ago when we went to get Papá's watch cleaned," I finish with the clasp and say, "all set."
She turns around, darts her eyes around my face and then sighs.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. You just... ugh... you render my brain useless. I can't even think!" she huffs and crosses her arms.
"So, now you're mad?" I question, tossing all of the things that I had taken from her on the floor. I place my hands on her hips and pull her into me.
She uncrosses her arms and drapes them over my shoulders, "I'm not mad, it's just that I always have something to say and you manage to stop that all the time."
"I always feel pretty successful when you get all speechless," I say with a shrug and cocky smirk.
"I love you so much," she whispers pressing our foreheads together.
"I love you, too," I whisper back.
Pulling her into me a little more, I slide my left hand around her lower back and trace my right hand up her waist, over her ribs and along her arm to her hand. I bring it down and start leading her in a music-less slow dance.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asks, her eyes already all lusty.
"Dancing with a beautiful girl."
"There isn't any music," she pouts, and changes the positioning of her hand so it's resting on my shoulder.
"We don't need music," I whisper and then lift her arm up for her to spin underneath it. I stop her half way through her spin and step up to her back, crossing her arms in front of her. I put both of our hands on her hips and start moving them to the song in my head. Letting go of her hands, I grab the hem of her shirt and tug it up. She lifts her arms and lets me pull her shirt off. I toss her shirt off towards her closet then guide her arms back down to the position they were in before I took it off and return to our music-less slow dance.
"What song are we dancing to?" Rachel asks as she lifts her head up for me to kiss her neck.
"You'll laugh at me," I say and place more soft kisses down her neck and her shoulders.
"No I won't," she breathes, "sing to me? Please?"
I almost wish I could say no to her.
I don't even know why I know this song. It's perfect though and she should hear it.
I kiss back up her neck, leaving a kiss just behind her ear before I start softly singing the song that's been in my head this whole time.
I can hear her heartbeat for a thousand miles
And the Heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's just where I belong
Yet, I'm running to her like a river strong
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
I turn her around and lift her arms up to my shoulders then slide my hands down her torso to her hips. I hum the next verse because I'm not exactly sure what the words are... I just know how it goes. I think I need to shorten this anyways... I can't sing the words that I do know and kiss her... everywhere.
I know this next part!
Yes, I need her in the daytime
Oh, but I need her in the night
Yes, I want to throw my arms around her
And kiss and hug, and kiss and hug her tight
She definitely liked that part. Her hands have moved from behind my head, down my body and into my shirt... this song should probably end soon...
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
A kiss on her neck.
Crazy love
A kiss on her jaw.
Crazy love
A kiss on her cheek.
Crazy love
Her lips.
Rachel hums out a moan that vibrates my lips, a sensation that makes its way throughout my body. I feel her tug at my shirt and soon enough, I'm lifting my arms for it to pass over my head and find the floor. Our lips find each other again and simultaneously our hands find the buttons to each other's shorts. Together, buttons are undone, zippers are unzipped and shorts are tugged down and shimmied to the floor. I can't help but smile into her lips. I think my smile causes Rachel to laugh a little bit. Our lips meet again and I can still feel her smile on my lips.
"You are so beautiful," I breathe out as I press our foreheads together.
"This has been the most perfect birthday," she whispers back as my fingertips find the clasp of her bra.
"It's about to get even better," I whisper through a smirk and slide her bra off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor between us.
"How do you know?"
"I just know," I say taking her hands and pulling her as I back up towards the bed.
"Well, you are on a pretty good streak for the day," Rachel giggles out as we get to her bed.
"Wait a second! Get on the bed, there's something else," I say turning around and walking to the dresser. I turn around with the whipped cream in my hand and start shaking the can.
"You're right, it is getting better," Rachel says licking her lips.
I pop the cap off the can and crawl towards her on the bed. The first spray goes up her thigh. I lick it up slowly while my other hand slides up her other thigh. Next, I draw a heart around her belly button.
"Really? A heart? I think you're losing your edge," Rachel laughs out.
She's gonna pay, "Open," she opens her mouth with an inquisitive look and I reach up, spraying a large spiral onto her tongue, "now be quiet and enjoy this."
As Rachel tries her hardest not to laugh the whipped cream out of her mouth, I go back to the heart I drew and lick it off of her.
I spray some more a little higher up her body and she says, "I am enjoy... ing this." Her voice hitched as licked the whipped cream off of her nipple. I lick the last of it off of her other nipple, kiss her lips and then put the can down on the side table.
After staring into her gorgeous normally brown eyes for a little while, I bring our lips together once again. I nibble her lip a little as my fingertips find one of her nipples. Her moan vibrates my lips again and I can't control the reaction my body deems necessary. I swing my leg over hers, placing my knee in between her legs. Her kisses back have gotten hungrier and her tongue asks me for permission to play with mine. As her hands roam around my back, she meets with my bra and starts to unhook it.
"Mm mm," I hum and shake my head while our lips are still connected.
She pulls her head into the pillow beneath her head, breaking our kiss and says, "It's my birthday."
"Fine," I say as I lower myself back down to kiss her again. Just as our lips are about to connect, I change directions and start trailing kisses down her neck instead. I keep kissing downwards even as she removes my bra. I let her pull off my underwear as well, even stopping my lips' exploration of her skin to kick them off. Before she can try anything, I tug on her underwear and get them off of her. After tossing her underwear somewhere on the floor, I settle in between her legs, keeping mine closed and the possibility of her gaining access pretty much impossible.
With my right hand propping me up, I lower myself down a little, placing my pelvis into Rachel's center. I grind my hips gently as I lightly drag my middle and ring fingers down in between her breasts, over her abs, around her hips and up her thighs to her knees. As I'm doing this, Rachel's impatience shines and she grinds herself into me. She does it hard enough that I feel it a little.
Mental note: Put scissoring into the box.
Okay, brain, shut up.
Be romantic!
I drag my fingers back up her thigh, placing my arm in between our bodies.
"Mhm," Rachel hums. Her eyes are closed and I can see that her breathing is already kind of abnormal.
The same two fingers that made the journey down her body, do some more work, parting her lips and sliding from her entrance to her clit. I watch her face contort slightly with every soft circle my two middle fingers make over the little sensitive bump.
One little lift of her hips is all I need to know that it's time to move my fingers down. I trace one more circle and then glide my fingers through her wetness, down to her entrance. Taking my time, I tease at a little bit, entering her only a little bit and switching between the two fingers.
She's been nibbling on her lip for a little while now, drawing a lot of attention to them. It makes me want to kiss her. There's really nothing stopping me. Slowly, I lower myself down and lightly kiss her lips. As I'm kissing her, I enter her completely with the same two fingers that have been doing all the work. The kiss continues as I slowly and gently move my fingers in and out of her.
Rachel's hands have found the back of my head and her legs have managed to wrap themselves around my back. I've barely changed the pace that my hand has been moving, but her moans into my lips keep getting louder and more frequent. I don't want to go any faster. Something about this pace is perfect. Instead, my goal is deeper. I find that spot feels just a little different than the rest of her with every slow thrust. Just for good measure, I bring my thumb to her clit but match it's rubbing with pace of rest of my hand.
"Oooh... mmm... Santana," Rachel moans out in a low tone. Then suddenly, her legs tighten around me and not even a second later what's surrounding my fingers, does the exact same. I continue the slow, deep thrusts into her until I feel her legs slide off of my back and hit the bed.
Just like everything else, I slowly pull my fingers out of her and because I just can't resist, I clean my fingers off my favorite way. When I'm satisfied that I've gotten all of her off of my hand, climb over her leg and lie down next to her.
"That was... different," she says through her still uneven breathing and looking up at the ceiling.
"A good different?" I ask hoping that it was. I felt it, too. It was different.
She turns her head to me and nods. I've never seen this facial expression before. I'm not even sure how to explain what it looks like. I just know that I love what I'm seeing.
"W-what did it feel like?" I stutter out, still taken by the look on Rachel's face. I wonder what my face looks like.
She takes a breath and the hint of a smile is added to the expression, "Complete. It was like you were supposed to be there," she closes her eyes and shakes away the expression that I loved so much, "Sorry, that must have sounded really weird."
"No!" I say, bringing my hand up to cup her cheek, "I liked it."
"Really?" she asks through a tiny hopeful smile. I nod slowly back at her and then lean forward to kiss her. When I pull back, she says, "that was the best birthday sex I have ever had."
I have to say it, "Babe, no offense, but that's the only birthday sex you've ever had."
"Hence, me giving it the title of 'the best,'" she says and does this half eye roll thing that is just too adorable. She sighs a little and then says, "thank you. Today was... absolutely perfect."
"You deserve it," I say as I absent-mindedly fiddle with her new necklace.
"I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Birthday Girl," I say back and kiss her lips.
"I cannot wait until November!" she says with a big Rachel smile.
"And why is that?" I ask.
"Because I'm going to give you the best birthday sex you've ever had!"
A/N: Okay, so I may or may not have been avoiding posting this chapter. I by that I mean that I was... avoiding posting this chapter. Why? You ask? Because I what I'm going to tell you all next is going to make you all really angry. As you may notice at the top of this page, it does not tell you that this story is complete. Well, this is because it is not. However, I will be taking a break from it for a while. I have a lot of ideas for this story, but for some reason I can't get them all to come together the way I want them to. Instead, I'm going to take some time and write another story. I promise that I will come back to this one. I would never, ever abandon this series. I like writing it too much. It's just gotten a little difficult lately. I hope that you aren't too mad at me. I still want to know what you think about this update because you know I love hearing from you all.
A/N 2: I've already started writing the other story if you were wondering. It's the sequel to We Laugh Just a Little Too Loud. It should be ready to be posted soon.