Santana/Rachel. (817): I can't remember if the bartender cut you off after you broke your glass or after you wished the bar a happy winter solstice during your karaoke number.
Rachel likes to say it's been since New Year’s because Santana kissed her at midnight after they'd both been chasing glasses of champagne with shots of tequila (Santana's idea). Somehow it's romantic when Rachel tells the story but it's a lot dirtier in Santana’s memory.
They didn't even bone that night but it was still super hot. Rachel was in this sexy ass black dress with the twins greeting Santana like an old friend (they're her best friends now) up top and those fucking legs of hers on bottom.
Okay, wait.
She needs a moment.
All those words make her grin. So.
Anyway.
Santana had a hard time figuring out where to look. She's equal opportunity, though, so, she looked everywhere.
And, okay, maybe it's sort of romantic in her own memory because she didn't kiss Rachel on account of exposed body parts. (Her own date was practically naked (plus sequins) but it was Rachel she kissed in her and Mike's kitchen. Maybe it was because of the way Rachel smiled after saying Happy New
( ... )
Rachel just laughs and turns her attention back to the TV. She doesn’t even live here.
…
Yeah, so, she wasn’t kidding about rubbing one out. She’s not even sure why Rachel thought she was because it’s definitely not the first time this particular scene has played out
( ... )
So, of course, they go see the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center per Rachel’s insistence. She can’t pretend it’s not even a little magical, because Rachel sort of carries magic in her back pocket. They’re not really into PDA other than holding hands and an occasional arm around a waist, but she kind of has to kiss her when those lights come on
( ... )
Santana/Rachel (in which Lynne can't stop prompting pezberry). (720): Had sex five times today because there was nothing else to do. I had no idea snow days could get even better than when we were kids
She never thought she'd say this but she's actually tired of having sex. Another orgasm is not something she ever planned to file away in her Do Not Want cabinet but, if Rachel so much as licks her lips in Santana's direction again, she is going out into the two feet of snow outside.
(Hey! Don't judge her.
She's fucking exhausted.)
They've already boned five times today, which, okay, they’ve done that before but she can’t possibly give or receive another orgasm, no matter what season it is.
She’s not sure if death by orgasm is a thing but she’s also not willing to find out.
So, maybe she’s hiding in the bathroom under the guise of a shower when she’s really sitting on the sink reading Esquire with zero plans to come out because fuck that noise
( ... )
Rachel pulls away her purple towel, pushes her up onto the dresser and tells Santana she wants her for breakfast, which, okay, that’s a fucking wonderful idea. She screams when she comes because Rachel’s breath control is a beautiful thing and, seriously, things are good.
After, Santana pulls on a pair of leggings and some warm socks and tugs Rachel’s Tisch sweatshirt over her head. She wraps her hair into a messy bun and tells Rachel she’ll make them some real breakfast.
There’s so. much. snow. outside the window while she fixes bowls of muesli that she figures they’ll be in tomorrow, too.
She makes coffee, iced with caramel, for her, and this holiday blend that Rachel loves. Rachel appears a few minutes later, wrapping her arms around Santana’s waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.
They eat breakfast on the couch while Santana flips through the channels until she comes across Cool Runnings. Rachel frowns immediately but Santana does not care because, “It’s bobsled time
( ... )
“Fuck, baby,” she says after. Rachel just kisses her, fits herself into the space beside her on the couch and traces lazy shapes on her stomach and chest, licks sweat off her collarbone. “Stop,” she says with a laugh.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll want you again and I’m tired.” Rachel just hums, lays her hand flat on Santana’s stomach
( ... )
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Rachel likes to say it's been since New Year’s because Santana kissed her at midnight after they'd both been chasing glasses of champagne with shots of tequila (Santana's idea). Somehow it's romantic when Rachel tells the story but it's a lot dirtier in Santana’s memory.
They didn't even bone that night but it was still super hot. Rachel was in this sexy ass black dress with the twins greeting Santana like an old friend (they're her best friends now) up top and those fucking legs of hers on bottom.
Okay, wait.
She needs a moment.
All those words make her grin. So.
Anyway.
Santana had a hard time figuring out where to look. She's equal opportunity, though, so, she looked everywhere.
And, okay, maybe it's sort of romantic in her own memory because she didn't kiss Rachel on account of exposed body parts. (Her own date was practically naked (plus sequins) but it was Rachel she kissed in her and Mike's kitchen. Maybe it was because of the way Rachel smiled after saying Happy New ( ... )
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Rachel just laughs and turns her attention back to the TV. She doesn’t even live here.
…
Yeah, so, she wasn’t kidding about rubbing one out. She’s not even sure why Rachel thought she was because it’s definitely not the first time this particular scene has played out ( ... )
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She never thought she'd say this but she's actually tired of having sex. Another orgasm is not something she ever planned to file away in her Do Not Want cabinet but, if Rachel so much as licks her lips in Santana's direction again, she is going out into the two feet of snow outside.
(Hey! Don't judge her.
She's fucking exhausted.)
They've already boned five times today, which, okay, they’ve done that before but she can’t possibly give or receive another orgasm, no matter what season it is.
She’s not sure if death by orgasm is a thing but she’s also not willing to find out.
So, maybe she’s hiding in the bathroom under the guise of a shower when she’s really sitting on the sink reading Esquire with zero plans to come out because fuck that noise ( ... )
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After, Santana pulls on a pair of leggings and some warm socks and tugs Rachel’s Tisch sweatshirt over her head. She wraps her hair into a messy bun and tells Rachel she’ll make them some real breakfast.
There’s so. much. snow. outside the window while she fixes bowls of muesli that she figures they’ll be in tomorrow, too.
She makes coffee, iced with caramel, for her, and this holiday blend that Rachel loves. Rachel appears a few minutes later, wrapping her arms around Santana’s waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.
They eat breakfast on the couch while Santana flips through the channels until she comes across Cool Runnings. Rachel frowns immediately but Santana does not care because, “It’s bobsled time ( ... )
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“Why?”
“Because I’ll want you again and I’m tired.” Rachel just hums, lays her hand flat on Santana’s stomach ( ... )
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