Santana held her body taut, her face wearing a cocky smirk. She raised her hands in front of her and beckoned with her fingers, inviting Rachel to attack if she could.
Rachel frowned and inched towards her, circling and setting up exploratory feints in the vague hope of finding a weakness in her girlfriend's defenses. She had never been much of a fighter and, although Santana's training had helped her no end, she had never come close to beating her in any of their sparring sessions.
She went for a leg swipe, grunting in frustration as Santana skipped out of the way at the last moment, leaving her to crash down on one knee. Following her training she fell into the tumble and popped back up into a fighting stance.
Santana nodded at her appreciatively and continued her merry, infuriating dance. She dodged easily out of a couple of hopeful body shots, left, then right and when Rachel lunged at her in frustration she easily caught her outstretched arm, spun her around with it and locked her in an embrace, as if they were dancing a tango.
"Careful, Berry," Santana whispered, her lips grazing her ear. She ran her free hand up Rachel's shirt and over her tense stomach. "A person could do bad things if they got you like this."
Rachel felt her frustration flare up again, this time tinged with desire as Santana effortlessly played her. She dropped her knee quickly and caught the taller girl off guard, flipping her over her shoulder and straddling her as she lay winded on the floor. She grabbed Santana's hands and held them tight, using her superior position to pin her down.
"I think I've got it under control," Rachel smirked down at her.
Santana lifted her knees and bucked her pelvis in an effort to throw her off, leading Rachel to shift her weight backwards to bring her back down. With a wicked gleam in her eye she ground her ass down into Santana's crotch, grinning in satisfaction as her girlfriend's breath caught slightly.
"You okay there, baby?" She asked sweetly, rolling her ass just a little further back.
"Just peachy." Santana smiled through gritted teeth, her head tilted back. Her hips bucked again, although this time a little erratically and seemingly against her will. Rachel leaned forward and kissed the bottom of her jaw.
"Are you sure?" She whispered, letting go of Santana's hands and running her hands up to squeeze her breasts slightly.
Santana growled and grabbed Rachel's shoulders, flipping her over and pinning her hands over her head and kissing her roughly.
"You know, this approach is not going to help you in a fight." She husked, eyes dark.
"It might." Rachel smiled, biting her bottom lip.
"It better not." Santana shot back, leaning back down into the kiss. Rachel used the momentary jealous distraction to free her right hand and bring it down between Santana's legs.
"Fuck, Rach!" Santana pulled up quickly and grabbed at her hand. "That's really not going to help."
"Oh, I don't know," She purred, running her free hand up Santana's thigh, her thumb trailing up the seam of her pants. "You seem pretty tense. Might help a little."
Santana licked her lips and rested a hand over Rachel's. "It would help me more to know that you were better equipped to protect yourself." She said, her voice thick with desire.
"I know but we've been at this for an hour." Rachel pouted, gently moving the other hand again. "You've got me all worked up."
Santana's breath caught again and she rocked into Rachel's hand, shaking her head slightly. "Baby, stop…"
Rachel looked up at her, big eyes wide. She moved her hand slowly and more insistently, pulling the other from under Santana's hand and up to her face. The latina leaned into it and moved her hips slightly faster, her eyes closing slowly. Rachel ran her thumb over her parted lips, the hot, fast breath sending a bolt of electricity to her core. She ran her hand round to the back of Santana's neck and pulled her gently down into a kiss as she slid the other one up and inside the girls pants.
Santana moaned into her mouth as Rachel's fingers slid slowly between her wet lips and circled her clit. She moved her hips faster and deeper, searching for more contact. Rachel flexed her thigh up between her legs, causing Santana to slam both of her hands onto the ground, arms trembling to hold herself up.
Rachel broke the kiss and moved her lips down her jawline and neck, her own desire burning at the sound of Santana's erratic breathing rushing past her ear. She moaned as she licked up the latina's neck, earning her a sharp thrust against her hand and a broken cry against her throat. Gently she lifted Santana's leg in between her own, increasingly desperate to release the pressure building there. She grabbed hold of her ass, grinding herself deeper and harder as moans became quicker and higher.
"Oh, God…" She breathed into Rachel's neck, her trembling arms barely supporting her as her hips brought her closer and harder into Rachel's body. Rachel felt her stomach tighten as her girlfriend's breasts pressed into her own, her eyes shut tight and teeth biting into her bottom lip to control herself, even as she ground down ever harder against Rachel's hand.
Rachel moved her fingers slightly and Santana cried out as her arms gave out completely, her head dropped down, her forehead pressed against the floor as she her fingers and toes struggled for purchase.
"Rach...Rachel…" She murmured brokenly, her breath bringing Rachel close to the edge. With another twist of her fingers and sharp thrust of her hips she felt Santana's body tense and her mouth open in a silent cry before she collapsed on top of her completely, breathing hard, languidly kissing her neck as Rachel's own orgasm shuddered through her. They brought their mouths together in a brief, breathless kiss before Santana propped herself up on one elbow, struggling to get her breath under control.
"Fuck," She chuckled, kissing Rachel's jaw. "Rachel Berry, you are a bad, bad student."
"What can I say?" Rachel smiled at her, running her fingers up and down Santana's bicep. "I learned from the best."
"Ahem." An annoyed cough sounded from the door. "So, if you guys are finished with the training room do you mind if we use it?"
"Jesus, Puckerman!" Santana yelled, practically leaping up off the floor in alarm. "Lurk much?"
"Relax!" He smirked, ambling into the room. "I literally just got here. Like, five, ten minutes ago."
"Fucking pervert." She grumbled, extending an arm to help Rachel up off the mat.
"Uh, I'm sorry. Me a pervert?" He asked, hand on his heart. "Out of the three of us, who was the only one not engaging in hot, lesbian sex on the training room floor just now?"
"God, Noah." Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes at him whilst steering Santana away from him before bad things happened.
"Alright, alright." Puck smiled at her as Mike ambled in. "But if me or my boy here slip and break an ankle on the wet patch, you two are in trouble."
Rachel grabbed Santana by the waist and physically dragged her from the room, a string of Spanish curses battering her ears.
Rachel grabbed two bottles of water and brought them back over to the table. She handed one to Santana, studying her expression.
"You okay, baby?"
"Yeah," Santana sighed, opening her bottle. "I'm just worried about tonight. I don't trust him, you know?"
"I know," Rachel replied, moving behind Santana's chair and rubbing her shoulders. "Of course you don't, and you shouldn't. He was a despicable little shit in high school and nothing you've told me about your first encounter gives me any indication that he has changed. I'm just glad Blaine isn't here."
"Yeah, I thought that when I found out who we were looking for." She sighed again and leaned back into Rachel's touch. "I still can't believe it. Everything we have to do rests on someone we used to know and who despises us. What are the odds?"
Rachel chuckled softly. "At least it wasn't Jacob."
"God," Santana laughed. "That would have been easy. If it was Jewfro standing between us and those plans, I would just shove you in a room with him and let you show him the girls. Putty in our hands."
"Santana!" Rachel cried, swatting her lightly.
"Aw, come on baby," Santana swivelled round and pulled Rachel into her lap. "I'm only joking."
"No you're not." She smiled, kissing her.
Santana raised her eyes as if in intense thought before shaking her head slightly. "You're right. I'm not. But I would definitely beat the shit out of him straight after."
Rachel laughed and kissed her again before standing up and holding out her hand. "Come on. You need to get some rest before tonight."
As Rachel led her out of the room and down the corridor Santana raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at her.
"Um, Rach? I know where our room is, you don't have to drag me there. Unless…"
Rachel blushed slightly. "I am merely accompanying you to make sure that you are adequately prepared and in a position to receive the optimum benefit from your slumber."
Santana pushed her up against the wall by the door and kissed a trail up her neck. "I love it when you talk dirty…" She slid her hands up Rachel's shirt and a knee between her legs, causing her to gasp slightly.
"Oh, my God, you guys!" Tina cried as she turned into the corridor. "Your room is right there! There comes a point when the whole 'we had to live apart and in secret for two years' doesn't excuse your excessive love of fondling each other in public!"
"Sorry, Tina." Rachel mumbled, blushing and trying desperately to keep a straight face as Santana giggled quietly into her neck.
"Whatever. Just go in your room." Tina rolled her eyes and stalked off down the corridor. "It's not funny, Santana!"
"Sorry, T!" She full on laughed after her as Rachel dragged her into the room.