To the reviewer who signed their review by Dell. Thank you so much, Those are the type of reviews I like to read. I understand where you're coming from when people continue to use the phrase the latina. It's hard for me to find different way to describe Santana, but if you or anyone else has ideas on how to change that. I would love, it helps a writer grow more when the readers help them. Love you guys. Remember read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 23

"Come on Berry. Last year you said I could pick." Santana had a pout on her mouth. Rachel found it to be quite scary.

"Yes, but I will not be dressing as a "She dropped her voice. "Whore." That ended Santana's pout. Her eye's gleamed.

"But do you know how fucking hot you'll look?" Rachel rolled her eye's. Here comes the no filter. "I'll be wanting to lick you all night... and weeks after." She said loud enough that Rachel had to apologize to a passing family.

Did I forget to mention that they were currently shopping for Halloween outfits? And that they were right in the middle of the store, where the most people just so happened to be. Well, there they stood, Rachel hiding her face in her hands and Santana looking like she could give two shits.

"Could you please refrain from any vulgar language before we leave?" She groaned through her fingers. Santana steady her gaze.

"Why? So I can't keep count of how many people you have to say sorry too?" She smirked down at her girlfriend, knowing full well that she was pushing her buttons.

"Santana, Sweetie." Rachel took a deep breath before latching onto her shirt. "I will wear anything you want if you just shut your mouth for the remainder of this trip." Santana shivered at the contact. It was so goddamn hard to resist that girl.

"Okay." Was all she managed as Rachel leaned up and gave her a small kiss.

"Now hurry up, because I know how hard it is for you to not shout out offensive things."

"Fuck me." Santana said, eyeing her girlfriend. She was laying on their bed, head leaned back against the head board. Her legs were crossed together in an attempt to contain herself. Because there Rachel stood, giving her the perfect view to her costume.

"Now Miss Lopez. That is no way to talk to an authority figure." The brunette turned to face her. She was fixing her hat onto her head. If Santana thought the back side of her outfit was fuckable, well... let's just say she might need new panties.

There was Rachel, in all her dressed up glory. The way the police shorts clung to her hips and round bottom. Her shirt which only buttoned three times, was stretched across her chest in the most flattering way possible. Santana didn't even think Rachel had that much cleveage. And it was all topped off by the carefully placed hat on her head. Santana whistled lowly.

"Once again, Fuck me." The taller woman said, as she hopped off the bed to cross the room. Rachel's hand instantly went to her handcuffs. She really did take her dress up roles seriously.

"Now Miss Lopez. I told you before that is no way to talk. If you continue to do so, you will be punished." She let her hand pass from her cuffs and over to her night stick. "Go get ready. Being an officer of the law, it is important to be on time." She said as she slid her hand down the night stick. Santana licked at her dry lips.

"Yes Officer Berry." Her voice sounded rough as she turned back towards the bed. A pair of hands stopped her.

"Hold on one minute." She pressed her body against her girlfriends. "You are to be strip searched to ensure safety." She husked into the taller woman's ear. "And once I am sure that you are clean. You can receive your clothing." Santana had to bite back a moan. If there was one thing she loved about Rachel. It was when she was in a dominate mood.

"Spread your legs." She demanded, trailing her hand down to her waist. Santana did as she was told, her breathing becoming heavier. Rachel brought her hands down further until she reached the top of her thighs. "I said spread them." She pulled them apart forcefully. The action caused Santana to destroy her panties.

Satisfied with how open Santana was, she brought her hand up and brushed her fingers against her core. Thje heat and wetness she found there was overwhelming, causing her breath to hitch. Steadying her hand, she once again dragged her fingers across Santana, earning a moan from the standing woman. It was Rachel's favorite noise.

Finding it hard to keep herself in control, Rachel slid her hands down her girlfriends legs to complete her search. It was moments like these that she took pride in the fact that Santana would willingly submit herself. Standing back up, she placed her hands back on her lovers waist.

"I want you to turn around." Her authority voice back in place. "And sit on the bed."

"Yes Ma'am." Santana replied and began to crawl backwards up the bed.

"Hold it." Rachel grabbed her feet and yanked her back down. "I said sit." She planted her feet on the ground, then kneeled between her legs. Giving Santana the perfect view of her chest.

"Goddamn your tits.." She said, her eyes scanning over the creamy tan skin. Rachel leaned up and grabbed her shirt.

"Miss Lopez?"

"Hmm?"

"Apparently," She tugged on the collar, pulling the taller girl closer. "You have a problem listening to authority figures. How would you like to receive your punishment?"

They didn't make it to the Halloween party.