Chapter 15
"Christ Berry! How did you burn this pan? All you had was water in it." Santana turned around holding said pan out before placing it in the sink. Her eyes lingered back to the burner. "And it was only set on two!" Rachel coward slightly behind the counter that was separating them.
"I told you that cooking was a disaster for me. I tried to make chili once and it burned through the pan." She looked down at her fingers which were sprawled across the counter. Santana bit back a laugh.
"I don't even want to know how that is fucking possible." She bent down to pull another pan from the cupboard. Something wet hit her back. She looked down. The fucking wash cloth! "Rachel! What the hell? That thing is fucking disgusting and you throw it at me?" Rachel stood her ground.
"If you don't stop cussing, it will be going in your mouth and coming out even more dirtier than it already is." She glared down at her girlfriend. "Now are you going to teach me how to cook or am I going to have to lecture you on the importance of cleaning up your vocabulary?" Her eyes never wavered as Santana stood to her full height.
"But I thought you like my naughty words Berry. Especially when we're in the bedroom." She countered. "If anything, I think you're the one that needs a lecture after last night." She set the second pan on the burner and pulled her best Rachel voice. "Oh San.. Don't stop.. Fuck me harder... I'm gonna cu- OW! Berry, shit." She ducked another swing of her girlfriends hand. Rachel was coming at her hard.
"Chill out would ya." She said, grabbing Rachel mid swing and pulling her close. Rachel squirmed in her grasp.
"Let me go." She half shrieked.
"No." The taller girl replied. "Not til you calm down."
"I am mad at you Santana!"
"For what? Reliving the sounds you make that turn me on?" Her head lowered slightly causing her breath to hit Rachel's neck. The smaller brunettes breath caught.
"Oh no. don't even think you can seduce yourself out of this one Santana." She squirmed again only to freeze when lips brushed against her neck.
"But I'm hungry." She muttered. "And you're the only fruit I like to eat." Rachel's willpower gave out after that.
"B-be that as it may. But you should know.."
"Know what..?" Santana's voice lowered.
"That's two pans that are ruined now."
Santana whipped around and sure enough she had forgotten to turn the burner off and had scorched another pan.
"Forget trying to teach you how to cook. It's a fucking waste of pans." Rachel chose to ignore her this time and grabbed Santana's hand.
"Well, you still have something to eat. And it defiantly doesn't need to be cooked." She started to lead them from the kitchen.
"I'm still going to get lectured though.. Aren't I?"
"Of course. But let's wait until after dinner." And with that Rachel shut Santana's bedroom door.
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