Omg, so I'm typing away, trying to get you guys a new chapter out and not yet being use to this like fucking sped keyboard I hit the home button and it deleted all my shit... So here is round number two. Titled heat wave.
Chapter 27
Santana was sprawled out across the floor, trying to find the coolest part of the house. Every oce and a while, she would let out a low whine and crawl to another spot. Little did she know that Rachel had been watching her for the last ten minute and found it to be minus the fact that they now lived in downtown LA and were currently experienceing rolling black outs. Whch ment no central air and one sweltering Latina.
"Rach.." She heard a whine from her feet. Santana had dragged herself across the floor and towards her wife. She was pawing limply at her feet. She knelt down to meet her half-way.
"Yes baby?" She took in her apperance. Santana was down to a bikini top and some shorts, her hair thrown up in a messy bun.
"Why is it so fucking hot?" She trailed a finger over the top of Rachel's foot. "This like... way fucking sucks." She whined again causing Rachel to chuckle.
"Whining doesn't take the heat away." She paused. "Neither does crawling around on the floor now that I think about it. So how about you get up and help me open some windows?" She gave her wife a small pat on the head before standing.
"The fuck? Did you just pet me like I was a dog?" She moved into the sitting position. Eyeing Rachel as she crossed the room. "I am not a dog, now try that again Berry." She continued to stare as Rachel turned around in an heat induced huff.
"Santana, baby. I'm sorry but it is to hot to bicker with you at the moment, so will you please just help me with the windows." She waved her arms around like a mad woman. Giving Santana the first chance to see what she was wearing.
Rachel was standing in the middle of the living room, apparently sweating because the white t-shirt she had tied up around her belly was... Well it was clinging nicely to her body and Santana found the urge to lick her stomach. And that is exactly what she went for once Rachel had turned around. Getting on her hands and knees, she began to crawl silently towards her, snaking an arms between her legs.
"San.. What are you doi-.."Her voice cut off when she felt a warm tongue swipe across the top of her belly button. Herra body shivered despite the fact that it felt like an oven inside and outside. Once again the tongue swept across her stomach, this time followed by a pair of hot lips. "Santana... It's to.. It's too hot." Her body wasn't listening, and she was finding it hard to pull away.
"Just shut up and go with it." Santana muttered as she began to leave love bites on Rachel's mid section. "We can take a cold shower together afterwards."
Rachel shut up and went with it.