Chapter 16

"Why does it have to be so hot?" Rachel sat back in her favorite rocking chair on the back porch. A glass of iced tea clasped between her hands.

"Because it's summer Berry. It's suppose to be hot." Santana replied as she walked out of the house, towel in hand. Rachel eyed her, while downing a large gulp of her drink. Santana Lopez with a towel and nothing but an over sized t-shirt on? Something was about to go down.

"Will you stop staring? I haven't even taken the shirt off yet." Rachel choked on her next gulp. Too many images flashed before her. "Hello? Earth to munckin?" Santana waved the towel in front of her. "Are we tanning or what?"

"I.. what..?" She blinked a few times. "Yes.. Yes of course. I brought the refreshments." She made a move to grab the tray next to her.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I know. I saw you make them. This is your house remember?" She tried hard, like super hard for Santana, to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. It didn't work.

"Look, If you're just going to be mean to me than I don'-" Her words were cut off as a pair of lips covered hers. Santana had discovered that the only way to effectively distract Rachel, was to kiss her. Not that she didn't mind, Rachel's kisses always unleashed some deep passion inside Santana.

"Can we tan now?" She said, pulling away and walking down the back steps. Rachel followed after her, tray still in hand and eye's glued to her ass.

"Sure." Was all her mind could think of. Santana chuckled. Brain stopper. Every time.

After about five minutes of Santana wondering around the yard for the perfect spot, Rachel sighed in relief when she found it and carefully set the tray on the ground.

"Perfect." The Latina stated, laying the towel out. Rachel turned to her.

"Whats so perfect about it? Anywhere would have been fine." She jutted her barley covered hip out. Santana's eye's wavered for a second.

"It's all about the sun. And right here, is where it will stay on us the longest." She simply stated before stripping her shirt off. Rachel instantly felt a hundred degrees hotter. Santana had on what had to be the tiniest black bikini she had ever seen. Like... ever. The top seemed to be struggling to conceal the round sides of her breast, while the bottom... Well Rachel was pretty sure Santana had just replaced them with a black thong. A black thong that she'd like between her teeth...

"What? Did you say something?" Rachel was brought from her perverted thoughts when she felt Santana touch her. She had a knowing smirk on her face.

"I said, are you just going to stand there or, " She paused. "Are you going to undress and oil me up?" She passed a stunned Rachel some tanning oil. When Rachel didn't move, Santana lost it. " For fucking Christ Rachel." She snatched the bottle out of her hand and threw it to the ground. It set Rachel on fire. Santana leaned into her face.

"Do you need to be told what to do..?" Her voice lowered, giving Rachel the chills. She nodded. "First," She picked at the t-shirt the shorter brunette was still wearing. "I want you to take this fucking thing off." Rachel obeyed, reveling a dark blue bikini that made Santana's head swim.

"Shit." She muttered, as her eyes raked up and down. Rachel blushed at the attention.

"What's the second thing Miss Lopez?" She said shyly. Santana caught a moan in her throat. She loved it when Rachel addressed her that way.

"Secondly, I am going to lay down and you are going to oil up my back." And she did just that, not before adding "Oh and don't forget to untie the top." Holding her breath, Rachel picked up the thrown bottle of oil and sat next to her. Her hands trembling slightly, she pulled the knot free and found her self wanting to touch every inch of that body.

"You can touch me faster if you actually listen." Santana said, not bothering to look at Rachel. "Oil, now."

Holding the bottle out, she applied some to her hands and began at Santana's shoulders. Slowly working her way down and out, just to purposely graze the side of her breasts. Santana was having trouble. Self-control was almost non-existent at this point.

"Fuck Berry, just come here!" She growled, flipping over and pulling Rachel on top of her. They got a lot of sun that day.

"I am never tanning with you again." Rachel almost shrieked from the bathroom. Santana opened the door.

"And why's that Berry?"

Rachel turned to show her ass and the two pale outlines of hands she had on it.

"I'm an ass girl." She cackled. "But didn't you say you wanted tan lines?"