Hello once again. I dont know what happened with that last chapter. It just came out of nowhere... But! Im gonna try for another before work. Remember Read, enjoy, review. ps, this one might be short but I'm gonna do something new...

Chapter 42

"Ow! Don't do it that way!" Santana shouted, going to smack Rachel's hands away from her yet again.

"I don't know another way to do it Santana." Rachel huffed, rolling her eyes.

"It's the angle. You have the wrong angle." Santana snipped at her, steadily getting more worked up.

"Where do you want me to come in at then?" Rachel questioned, her voice an eerie and steady calm.

"Right here." Santana pulled on her hand and directed it where to go.

The next few minutes were filled with grunts and soft pants as Rachel tried to work her magic on Santana. So far... it still wasn,t going well.

"Damn! Rach...I'm begging you to please knock it the fuck off." Santana groaned in pain, pulling away from Rachel.

"Santana...I'm sorry, but the height difference between you and me makes this hard to do." Her voice was switching emotions fast. "Just let me try one more time...Please?" And now she was begging.

"Fine, but hurry up. I'm starting to get cold." Santana replied. "Hands back where they were." She demanded. Rachel listened.

Once again the next few minutes were filled with more grunts and soft pants. This time an added..ow..ow.. would pop through until...

"Ha! I think I got it." Rachel breathed heavily, trying her best to keep up rythem.

"That's...great." Santana hissed through gritted teeth. "Are we..done yet?" She was tempted to pull away again.

"Annnddd..." Rachel drew out. "We..are..done!" She stepped away from Santana to look at her master piece.

Santana was sitting in her make up chair, surrounded by large vanity mirrors and the most painful set of braids she had ever had. Granted they looked pretty damn good, but it had taken Rachel more than two hours just to get the motion down.

"I'm impressed." Santana swiveled around in the chair to check out her new-do. "Now we know what your fingers are better at doing." She sent Rachel a smirk.

"And what's that?" Rachel asked even though she already knew the answer.

"Me."