Fic: Rachel Needs Some Action
Chapter 6: Practice
Author: deeha
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Ba da bing.
Summary: Tina thinks that Rachel needs to get some action. Rachel's just been busy. But when Santana comes into the picture, Rachel seems to be less busy.
Tuesday arrives and it's just too bright to be a Tuesday. But just like yesterday, Rachel gets in a taxi to go to work.
And Tina calls Rachel.
"So did you kiss her?"
Rachel hangs up.
Tina calls again.
"I think the call was dropped. Did you kiss her?"
Rachel hangs up.
Tina calls again.
"Ok Rachel. I get it. You forgot?"
"Forgot what?"
"How to kiss."
Rachel hangs up.
Tina calls again.
"Oh my God. Stop doing that!"
"Stop making fun of me."
"I told you: if it's been too long you'll forget."
"You...you...I don't like you right now."
"I think I should call Santana. Obviously she is confused on how to do this too..."
"No!"
"...which is weird you'd think she'd have you naked by now."
Rachel is quiet.
"Rachel."
Silence.
"Was there nakedness going on?" Tina screeches into the phone.
Rachel hangs up.
Tina texts: I'm going to call Santana if you don't stop that.
Rachel calls Tina.
"Tina, stop it! I don't want to talk about it."
"You tell me everything. Sometimes you over share! Remember that time you told me about Finn and his toenails."
"Stop, Tina."
"Exactly! Gross. It's really not something you forget. So! You owe me some good naked stories."
"Ok sure. But no. It's still...and I don't...I'm a lady!"
A second passes.
"Rachel. First you close your eyes and then you pucker your lips."
"Tina! I have to work. I'll talk to you later. Maybe." says an exasperated Rachel.
"Ok buh bye. I love you too." Tina sings to Rachel.
"Alright Rachel, let's not have another recording session like yesterday. Today's commercial is about whipped cream."
"Pardon me, can you repeat that?"
"Whipped cream?"
Rachel takes off her headphones and drops her head.
"Excuse me. I'll be. I need a moment."
Rachel walks out of the studio and leans her head against the wall.
"Where'd she go?" asks studio engineer number 1.
"I don't know." replies studio engineer number 2.
They both think for a moment.
"Oh. Okay, because whipped cream is sexual."
"Dude."
"She needs to get laid."
Rachel knows that Santana is hanging out with her mom. Because otherwise, Rachel would be somewhere with Santana...preferably in a bed...like they were last night.
Last night was steamy. But of course it was Rachel, so there may have been a little hiccup.
Rachel's been thinking about it all day (obviously)... because it went like this:
"Rachel?" asks Santana who is whispering into Rachel's ear.
"Yes?" answers Rachel. She knows that Santana is lying down next to her. Possibly naked. She doesn't know for certain because her eyes are closed.
"You've been on my bed with your eyes closed for a while now. Are you ok?"
(Oh. Right.)
"Yes."
"Oh ok, I thought maybe I made you faint or something like that..."
(Yup.)
"You did...this on purpose." Rachel says it slowly with her eyes still closed.
"No. Ok. Yes. Maybe?"
Rachel laughs.
"I think you broke me." Rachel says.
"How can I fix you?"
"Put some clothes on?"
Santana gets up from the bed. She was in her underwear after Rachel finally undressed her. Because, just five minutes earlier, as soon as that red dress fell to the floor, Rachel melt back down on to the bed and indeed fainted.
"Wait!"
Santana catapults back on to the bed. "Yes?" she asks eagerly.
Rachel peeks open her eyes to see Santana.
"Nope. Too soon." Rachel says mostly to herself when she sees that Santana is still 95.5% naked. She's not really good at math, but she's pretty sure that Santana is mostly naked.
Santana laughs and wraps her arms around Rachel.
"Do you want to cuddle?"
"Santana Lopez. You're asking me, Rachel Berry, if I want to cuddle." Rachel whispers. She's on a low power state right now and her brain skills aren't functioning normally. That's what happens when you are privy to a reverse strip tease. Three times. Or is it six times...she can't count right now.
Santana laughs. "I don't know what to do. I've never made a girl faint before."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Believe." Santana laughs.
Rachel just smiles as her eyes are still closed.
Santana just scoots closer to her and whispers, "I'm going to cuddle you anyway."
They fall asleep like that...
...
Santana walks Rachel back to her apartment in the morning and they're just pleasantly smiling the whole time. Santana grabs for Rachel's hand.
"So, you work today?"
"Yes, I'm in the studio again. But I should be done around 5pm."
"I have to pick up my mom from the airport at 4pm."
"Right. You should spend time with her. She's coming all this way to support you."
"I think I'll try to steal away and meet you up later. How about that?"
"Okay." Rachel smiles and leans on her door frame when they finally get there.
Santana smiles and they just part ways with shy glances and lingering fingertips.
...
When Rachel is in her apartment, it isn't until she's two steps into her kitchen that she realizes.
"I forgot to kiss her."
So when Rachel gets back home from work, she's surprised to see Santana waiting for her. In a terry cloth robe.
Rachel is ridiculously happy to see Santana, and is trying to think of why Santana would be in a robe in front of her apartment. She hopes it's because of sex. Because...no explanation necessary.
"Want to go swimming?" Santana asks.
"Yes! Wait. What? Why do you want to go swimming?"
"Why not? And why else would I be in a swim suit robe?"
Rachel just blushes.
"Rachel Berry. Were you thinking of something dirty?"
Rachel snorts. "No."
"Are you sure?"
Rachel guffaws. "Yes!"
Santana's eyebrows knowingly go up and her smile just gets toothier. "You know, Rachel all you have to do is ask."
Rachel blanks. "Ask...what, exactly?"
"Yes. I am wearing a swim suit under here. I don't parade around naked."
Rachel laughs and says, "Says the girl who was prancing around in her underwear last night. Like that's normal."
Santana smiles and shrugs. "So can I help you try on some bikinis...or...?"
"HA! No."
"You sure?"
Rachel playfully pushes Santana away.
"Hey what happened to your Mom? Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with her?"
"Her flight was delayed so I'm picking her up later tonight, midnight-ish. So. Just enough time for a swim. Or...other things."
"Santana!" Rachel says as if she's scandalized.
"You sure you don't need help putting on those bikinis?"
"I will meet you at the pool."
Santana pretends to pout but Rachel can see her smiling as Santana makes her way to the pool.
They are in the pool, and it's not heated, because they don't live at the Ritz. But it's a nice big pool.
Santana is floating on her back going back and forth across the pool. Rachel was doing some freestyle swimming but she made the mistake of taking a breather, and well...Santana is floating on her back.
When Rachel got to the pool area, Santana was already in the pool. She couldn't help but notice the tiny yellow bikini that Santana was wearing. She couldn't help but think that those spaghetti straps were just working it. And now, Santana is floating on her back. Visualize.
"How was your day Santana?"
"It was good. Unpacked some more boxes and hung up my stringy lights."
Santana stops floating and swims over to Rachel who is propping herself against the wall at the 6 foot mark. She treds water in front of Rachel. But then Rachel can tell she has an idea, because Santana's eyes have a devious glint.
Rachel's been backed into the wall and now they are in a dancing position. With Rachel's arms over Santana's neck and Santana supporting them by holding onto the wall with both hands. Rachel could pretend that she is use to this kind of half naked teasing. But she isn't. So when she smiles and gets all giddy, Santana catches the infectious giggles and they just hold onto each other for awhile.
"So how was work?" Santana asks.
Rachel sighs and says, "Pretty bad. I couldn't get my lines."
"Really?"
"Yes. Usually I'm more focused but my mind has been elsewhere."
"That doesn't sound like you, what's on your mind?"
Rachel blushes and looks away, because it's Santana who is on her mind.
Santana catches on and laughs, "Oh, well I'm sorry."
Rachel laughs. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm sure the products will sell more with the sexually inappropriate inserts."
Santana laughs. "Really? You're like those people who change the Folgers' jingle?"
"What do you mean?"
"The best part of waking up is Rachel in my bed." Santana sings.
"Actually, yes...that's exactly..."
Santana is laughing her head off.
"It's not funny! The sound guys are calling me "inappropriate Rachel" it's like become a thing." Rachel pouts.
Santana laughs uproariously.
"It's not funny. I really need to practice. Stop, it's not funny." But now Rachel is laughing.
"It's kind of hilarious."
Rachel lets Santana laugh, because she likes hearing her laugh. She likes a lot of things about Santana.
"Hey, so how do you practice for work? You said you practice." Santana asks.
"I just do tongue twisters in front of the mirror. To relax my jaw and such. Get the words out."
"What kind of tongue twisters?"
Rachel thinks and the recites:
"Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes."
Santana is silent.
"It's from Dr. Seuss' Fox in Socks."
"And...you watch yourself in the mirror doing that?"
"Yes. It helps to watch how your tongue moves when you speak."
Santana is silent.
"Do it again. And this time...slower."
Rachel does it. Just like Santana asks.
Santana's mouth is hanging open.
"Santana are you ok?"
"Are they all like that?"
"What?"
"The tongue twisters? Please...do another one."
Rachel thinks for a moment and recites:
"She sells sea shells on the sea shore;
The shells that she sells are sea shells I'm sure.
So if she sells sea shells on the sea shore,
I'm sure that the shells are sea shore shells."
Rachel looks at Santana. Her eyes are wide open and her mouth is still hanging open.
"Santana? They're just tongue twisters. Anyone can do them..."
"Please pretty pretty please let me have your mouth." Santana whines.
"Was that your attempt at a tongue twister?" Rachel asks confused.
"Rachel."
And then Rachel gets it. Santana is turned on. Like all the way turned on. Must've been the tongue twisters... (you think).
And when she melts into Rachel, Rachel thinks that water starts steaming around them. Rachel is burning and if the proverbial "they" could hose her down, it wouldn't do a thing. Santana presses her chest against Rachel's and gasps just a tiny bit at the contact. Rachel is still hanging onto Santana for her dear life. She's weightless in the water and she really is worried that Santana is going to drop her.
"I got you." Santana says as she gets closer and closer to Rachel.
Rachel closes her eyes and puckers her lips.
Santana's lips are soft. Very plump and very soft.
Rachel just keeps brushing her lips up against Santana's and starts to think it might be a good idea to taste Santana. So she licks Santana's lower lip.
Confirmed: Santana tastes delicious.
Very plump, very soft, and very delicious.
Rachel listens to the sounds their lips make and it makes her knees weak. She's glad Santana is holding her, because she can't support herself now.
And Rachel thinks that if she opens her mouth, that it'd be a great idea.
Well. Excellent idea. Because Santana goes in for the kill. She starts sucking on Rachel's tongue. Sucking on it.
Rachel wants to ask her to suck on it harder. She's about to lose her mind. She's pretty sure that Santana feels the same way because Rachel is being pressed up hard against the pool wall.
Rachel doesn't know what to do with her feet. Her toes keep brushing against Santana's shins. But she can't think about what to do now, since Santana figured out (or she must have known...sex goddess that she is) that she could twist Rachel's tongue and suck on it. This time Rachel can't help the noises that are coming from her throat.
Santana appreciates the sounds.
As soon as Rachel makes a deep lustful moan, Santana wraps her legs around Rachel's body.
"I want to touch you. But if I let go of the wall, I'm pretty sure we'll drown." Santana says.
"I fainted last night because you were about the same nakedness you are now. And you thought it'd be a good idea to put me in a pool and do this?"
"Hey. I'm like full of a lot of good ideas." Santana says suggestively.
Rachel gulps. And the pool water laps against their bodies. She didn't think Santana would say that. Well. This is Santana. She is charming and cunningly crude.
"Really? What are some of your ideas?"
"More of this." Santana says as she continues her massage on Rachel's mouth. "I love your tongue. I love your mouth. Your perfect mouth."
Rachel just keeps moaning. Because she can't help it. Santana is just too sexy.
They must be moving in the water because the water keeps lapping against their bodies. And that urges Rachel on even more. She starts to think about Santana's legs, which are still wrapped around her body. And its then that she figures out (smart woman that she is) that although Santana can't touch her, Rachel can certainly touch Santana...
Rachel slowly moves her hands down Santana's perfect neck. And she can feel Santana breathing. Hard.
"What are you doing?" asks Santana.
"Touching."
Santana makes a faint squealed noise.
Rachel grins like a mad woman.
"More touching?" asks Rachel mischievously.
Santana eagerly nods her head.
It's about this time that Rachel remembers Santana breasts (She's had a lot on her mind lately).
No one is kissing right now. Because Santana has her forehead against Rachel's, and it's like Santana is trying to transfer messages telepathically: Touch me. Touch me. Touch me now.
Rachel gets it loud and clear.
She can feel Santana's eyes follow her fingers as they trail down her neck and across her collar bone.
"Do you like this?" asks Rachel who is in wonder.
Santana nods.
Rachel continues to map out Santana's collar bone and she can feel Santana breathe even deeper against her. Rachel is under a spell. Santana is too.
Rachel wonders to herself if they are moving too fast. But then Santana wraps her legs tighter around Rachel and makes a whining noise. So now Rachel wants to speed it up.
She brings her finger tips under Santana's bikini top from her neck and follows the straps right down to the edge of the front cups. And then she dips her thumbs into Santana's bikini top and just feels her wet skin.
Santana throws her head back and silently moans.
And then suddenly Rachel is falling.
Ploop.
Yup. Santana let go of the wall.
They are both under water. And they both have shocked faces. But even under water, Santana can muster a grin as she helps scoop Rachel back up to the surface.
"You dropped me!" Rachel sputters out.
"I didn't know you were going for the twins!"
"You were watching the whole time!"
"I was! And damn Rachel! Damn!"
Santana grabs for Rachel's head again and tries to kiss her, but they keep sinking into the water.
Rachel's probably swallowed more chlorinated water than she's wanted to. Ever.
Rachel swims to at least the 4 foot side of the pool and Santana is close behind.
They are laughing. Santana keeps trying to grab for Rachel and Rachel keeps trying to like not drown.
When Santana finally catches hold of Rachel, Rachel turns to say, "I like being the one who does the teasing."
Santana makes an indescribable sound, and says, "Rachel. You, are everything, I thought you'd be and more."
They keep kissing until the pool lights turn off.
Again Santana walks Rachel to her apartment.
"I wish I could kiss you some more." Santana says.
"Ok."
Santana laughs and kisses Rachel softly on her lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Santana asks.
"Ok."
Santana smiles and slowly walks away.
Rachel leans on her door until she can't see Santana anymore.
Then she sneezes.
Sneezes?
(Oh no.)
A/N: How is everyone? haha