Chapter 9: You got me wet!
Santana raced down the hallway of their spacious flat, chasing a giggling brunette. Puddles of water falling in her wake.
"Get back here Berry!: Santana yelled, flinging wet hair this way and that. Her eyes never leaving the smaller girl. Rachel snickered, taking refuge behind the couch.
"No San. I do not believe I will." She shot back, dodging a quick, tan hand. Santana growled.
"Now!" Was all the taller said as she plunged over the couch, taking Rachel to the ground with her. They both landed with a thud and squeal.
"Santana, get off of me. You're wet!" Rachel screeched, trying to push against the latina.
'Yeah, well. Who's fault is that?" She snarled back, effectivly shutting the girl up.
Rachel stared up at her captive, lost in those dark pools. Ignoring the fact that her clothing were now becoming wet. Rachel swallowed deeply.
"I'm sorry San." She muttered, reaching a hand up to cup the other woman's face.
Pulling Santana down more, their lips crashed together and both girls suddenly found themselves the be completely alone in their own world...and not to mention getting wet in other places. Hands roaming and mouths clashing, Santana pulled back to start attacking the smaller girls neck. Earning a moan from her, she nipped her collarbone softly, her hand finding its way inside her soaked shirt.
"You are..." Rachel's breath caught at the warm feeling of Santana's fingers spread out of her left breast. "...Amazing." She finished weakly, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body.
"That I am Berry. Now get up. I'm gonna show you just how amazing I can be."