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[Glee] if you woke up breathing, congratulations! (Rachel/Santana)
Title: if you woke up breathing, congratulations!
Fandom: Glee
Length: 920 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Rachel/Quinn or Rachel/Puck or Rachel/Santana --> Breathplay-erotic asphyxiation
Pairing: Rachel/Santana established
Other: NC-17 for sex. Warning for breathplay.
Excerpt: Rachel was okay with lesbianism, once she worked out all the details. Santana threw away the relationship calendar (which led to unscheduled angry sex), but she was damn good at oral, and Rachel was a quick learner.
Rachel was okay with lesbianism, once she worked out all the details. Santana threw away the relationship calendar (which led to unscheduled angry sex), but she was damn good at oral, and Rachel was a quick learner.
Rachel was okay with the strap-on, because it wasn't just mindless heterosexual mimicking; it was power and dominance and claiming and a lot of other things that she found surprisingly attractive.
She wasn't entirely sure about this, though.
"It seems unsafe," Rachel ventured. Santana's face was flushed with want. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and scowled.
"Do you trust me, Rach, or not?"
"It's not that at all, I just..."
"It's simple," Santana said, tracing little paths on Rachel's breast with her finger. "I just want you to choke me a little."
"But that means you won't be able to breathe," Rachel answered in her most reasonable tone, the one that annoyed Santana the most. Frustrated, she sucked another hicky onto Rachel's ribcage.
"Not all the way until I pass out. It gives you a really good high. Me and Puck did it once."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. Santana sighed. "Look, I know you don't like me to mention him when we're doing it - "
"Making love, you mean."
"When we're - you know, sometimes I really want to strangle you, Rachel. But this is different. I had the best orgasm ever. And you have nice big hands - "
Now it was Rachel's turn to scowl. Santana rolled off of her, off of the bed, and paced around in a quick circle, throwing up her hands.
"Look," she said finally, "I am not good at this monogamy thing. I am not good at being nice or whatever. I am not good at being anyone's girlfriend. But I'm trying. You're not even considering it."
"We agreed on no emotional blackmail," Rachel said primly. She had a spine of steel, no matter how submissive she pretended to be sometimes. That was something that Santana found attractive about her. If she really didn't want to do this, she'd dig her heels in, and if that happened, Santana had a better chance of dancing the can-can with Elvis than getting Rachel to put her hands around Santana's neck.
"Yeah, we did," Santana answered, trying to sound more sorry than sulky. Apparently she succeeded, because Rachel looked considerate for a long moment, and then she nodded.
"Experimentation helps maintain a healthy relationship, and I know your tendency to stray when you feel things are stale. As long as you promise to teach me how to do this without hurting you seriously, we can try it."
Santana pounced.
*
For the next week, Rachel looked up articles on the internet. She informed Santana that this hobby was called breathplay, she watched several amateur porn videos, and she practiced with an eggplant. But she didn't touch Santana's neck at all.
eggplant, puck, Santana texted him in third period. she thinks my neck is fruit.
q threatened to kill me when i asked, he texted back. i never realized rachel was that kinky. can i get in on this?
u wish, she returned.
not into eggplant anyway, he answered, and she quit texting back after that.
*
Friday night, Santana had two fingers in Rachel's wetness when Rachel's hands crept across Santana's shoulders and cupped her throat. She looked both aroused and uncertain, which Santana found even more erotic. She grinded hard against Rachel's leg and groaned when Rachel squeezed.
The pressure was subtle, but part of the appeal of it was that Rachel was doing it for Santana, because Santana liked it, because Rachel wanted Santana to be happy. Rachel's lips pursed in concentration. Her thumbs slid across Santana's neck, seeking the proper pressure points. Santana gasped when she found them.
She couldn't speak - not because Rachel was squeezing too hard, but because she was just overwhelmed with fucking, her clit rubbing against Rachel's thigh, her knuckles curled into Rachel's body. Rachel tossed her head back against the pillow and made a quiet breathy sound when she came, her hands jerking hard against Santana's neck, and stars burst behind Santana's eyes when she came too.
"Fuck," she gasped out. "Rachel, fuck, Rachel--!"
Rachel let go of her neck, brow creasing in worry, but Santana shook her head, unable to articulate but wanting to ease her concern. She rolled off and lay there panting for a moment, and then she kissed the crease of Rachel's elbow.
"That was great, babe," she said, shifting so that she could curl up around the smaller girl. She was sweaty and after a few minutes they'd have to get up and clean themselves off, but she was going to enjoy the afterglow for now.
"I'm glad you thought so," Rachel answered, and she sounded so proud of herself that Santana had to hide a laugh. She nuzzled into Rachel's shoulder.
"So I was thinking," Rachel continued. "When I was online, I found a long list of sexual kinks. I thought maybe we could go through them together and pick out a few to try. That way our sex life would never be dull."
Santana heard a crackle of paper. She glanced up. The list had two checkboxes for each kink, one labeled R and the other labeled S. It was at least 10 pages.
"Maybe later," she said. "Let's go take a shower. I promise not to drown you."
"I'd appreciate that," Rachel said, tone gracious, and she left the sheaf behind her as they went.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 920 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: Rachel/Quinn or Rachel/Puck or Rachel/Santana --> Breathplay-erotic asphyxiationPairing: Rachel/Santana established
Other: NC-17 for sex. Warning for breathplay.
Excerpt: Rachel was okay with lesbianism, once she worked out all the details. Santana threw away the relationship calendar (which led to unscheduled angry sex), but she was damn good at oral, and Rachel was a quick learner.
Rachel was okay with lesbianism, once she worked out all the details. Santana threw away the relationship calendar (which led to unscheduled angry sex), but she was damn good at oral, and Rachel was a quick learner.
Rachel was okay with the strap-on, because it wasn't just mindless heterosexual mimicking; it was power and dominance and claiming and a lot of other things that she found surprisingly attractive.
She wasn't entirely sure about this, though.
"It seems unsafe," Rachel ventured. Santana's face was flushed with want. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and scowled.
"Do you trust me, Rach, or not?"
"It's not that at all, I just..."
"It's simple," Santana said, tracing little paths on Rachel's breast with her finger. "I just want you to choke me a little."
"But that means you won't be able to breathe," Rachel answered in her most reasonable tone, the one that annoyed Santana the most. Frustrated, she sucked another hicky onto Rachel's ribcage.
"Not all the way until I pass out. It gives you a really good high. Me and Puck did it once."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. Santana sighed. "Look, I know you don't like me to mention him when we're doing it - "
"Making love, you mean."
"When we're - you know, sometimes I really want to strangle you, Rachel. But this is different. I had the best orgasm ever. And you have nice big hands - "
Now it was Rachel's turn to scowl. Santana rolled off of her, off of the bed, and paced around in a quick circle, throwing up her hands.
"Look," she said finally, "I am not good at this monogamy thing. I am not good at being nice or whatever. I am not good at being anyone's girlfriend. But I'm trying. You're not even considering it."
"We agreed on no emotional blackmail," Rachel said primly. She had a spine of steel, no matter how submissive she pretended to be sometimes. That was something that Santana found attractive about her. If she really didn't want to do this, she'd dig her heels in, and if that happened, Santana had a better chance of dancing the can-can with Elvis than getting Rachel to put her hands around Santana's neck.
"Yeah, we did," Santana answered, trying to sound more sorry than sulky. Apparently she succeeded, because Rachel looked considerate for a long moment, and then she nodded.
"Experimentation helps maintain a healthy relationship, and I know your tendency to stray when you feel things are stale. As long as you promise to teach me how to do this without hurting you seriously, we can try it."
Santana pounced.
*
For the next week, Rachel looked up articles on the internet. She informed Santana that this hobby was called breathplay, she watched several amateur porn videos, and she practiced with an eggplant. But she didn't touch Santana's neck at all.
eggplant, puck, Santana texted him in third period. she thinks my neck is fruit.
q threatened to kill me when i asked, he texted back. i never realized rachel was that kinky. can i get in on this?
u wish, she returned.
not into eggplant anyway, he answered, and she quit texting back after that.
*
Friday night, Santana had two fingers in Rachel's wetness when Rachel's hands crept across Santana's shoulders and cupped her throat. She looked both aroused and uncertain, which Santana found even more erotic. She grinded hard against Rachel's leg and groaned when Rachel squeezed.
The pressure was subtle, but part of the appeal of it was that Rachel was doing it for Santana, because Santana liked it, because Rachel wanted Santana to be happy. Rachel's lips pursed in concentration. Her thumbs slid across Santana's neck, seeking the proper pressure points. Santana gasped when she found them.
She couldn't speak - not because Rachel was squeezing too hard, but because she was just overwhelmed with fucking, her clit rubbing against Rachel's thigh, her knuckles curled into Rachel's body. Rachel tossed her head back against the pillow and made a quiet breathy sound when she came, her hands jerking hard against Santana's neck, and stars burst behind Santana's eyes when she came too.
"Fuck," she gasped out. "Rachel, fuck, Rachel--!"
Rachel let go of her neck, brow creasing in worry, but Santana shook her head, unable to articulate but wanting to ease her concern. She rolled off and lay there panting for a moment, and then she kissed the crease of Rachel's elbow.
"That was great, babe," she said, shifting so that she could curl up around the smaller girl. She was sweaty and after a few minutes they'd have to get up and clean themselves off, but she was going to enjoy the afterglow for now.
"I'm glad you thought so," Rachel answered, and she sounded so proud of herself that Santana had to hide a laugh. She nuzzled into Rachel's shoulder.
"So I was thinking," Rachel continued. "When I was online, I found a long list of sexual kinks. I thought maybe we could go through them together and pick out a few to try. That way our sex life would never be dull."
Santana heard a crackle of paper. She glanced up. The list had two checkboxes for each kink, one labeled R and the other labeled S. It was at least 10 pages.
"Maybe later," she said. "Let's go take a shower. I promise not to drown you."
"I'd appreciate that," Rachel said, tone gracious, and she left the sheaf behind her as they went.
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