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Chapter 8 : Fireplace.
The snow fell in swirls outside the frosted window. The light from the fire reflecting against it. Casting shadows around the room, the light fell on two peaceful figures. Each wrapped up in each other.
"I love this." Rachel whispered, leaning her head back to look at Santana. The older girl smiled.
"You love what?" She whispered back, tilting Rachel's head to kiss her neck. The smaller girl shivered.
"This." She sighed as Santana kept up her kissing. "The winter, the fire, and you." She leaned her head back further to capture Santana's lips. "And I'm ready, San." She breathed against her.
The taller girls eye's shot open in shock as she pulled away.
"Really Rach? You sure?" She asked as Rachel turned around to face her, biting her lip.
"Yes, will you teach me?" She asked bashfully.
"Of course." The taller girl replied. "Lay down." Rachel obliged. Her head hitting the couch cushion. Santana leaned over her. The fire reflecting in her eyes.
"I'll go slow okay?" She asked, looking Rachel in the eye. The smaller girl nodded.
Taking a deep breath, she kissed her on the lips. Her hands coming to rest on Rachel's button down striped sweater. Pulling the younger girls top two buttons open, Rachel gasped in surprise when thin fingers found their way inside. Stroking over her collarbone, Santana moaned when Rachel inadvertently brought her knee up between her thighs.
"Merry Christmas." She whispered. The fire crackling merrily.