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[Glee] better permission than forgiveness (Santana/Rachel)
Title: better permission than forgiveness
Fandom: Glee
Length: 593 words
Prompt: Santana/Rachel, making amends for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Santana/Rachel; past Finn/Rachel mentioned
Other: PG for sexuality.
Excerpt: "This is," Santana said, "stupid. For some reason I think you're hot now. So we'll fuck, I'll get over it, and everyone's happy."
"You want to make up to me with sex?"
Rachel blinked. Santana kept coming closer, and Rachel had to resist the urge to shrink back and escape. Santana didn't want to hurt her -- quite the opposite, apparently, if she'd heard that proposition correctly.
Santana rolled her eyes. She paused, still way too close to Rachel, and canted a hip, resting her fist on it.
"This isn't some sort of make-good thing. Who do you think I am? I'm a bitch, and I'm proud of it."
She took another step forward. Her skirt swished on her thighs, and Rachel's eyes dropped to watch her move. She couldn't help it. When her gaze darted back up to meet Santana's, Santana looked overly satisfied.
"This is," Santana said, "stupid. For some reason I think you're hot now. So we'll fuck, I'll get over it, and everyone's happy."
Santana took another step forward and then lifted her hand, pressing an index finger into Rachel's chest and letting it drift downward. Rachel's brow furrowed. She had the vague idea that Santana had watched too much lesbian porn, but she wasn't sure why she knew this, because she'd never watched any. Well, except once or twice. Out of curiosity, which was totally natural. She hadn't really intended to act on it, which is why it took her by surprise when she grabbed Santana's hand and pulled Santana's fingers into her mouth.
Santana made a pleased noise and Rachel sucked for a moment before she let go, pulled Santana's hand from her lips, and took another step back, eyes widening.
"This doesn't make us gay, so save the straight panic for later, god," Santana said. "Sex is sex. Now, please take off that sweater before I have to rip it. It has dalmatians on it. Dalmatians. What are you, six? My body is an idiot for liking you."
"I'm not going to have sex with you if you keep insulting me, Santana," Rachel said.
Santana looked as if she was going to roll her eyes again. "Well, I'm not going to light candles or buy you roses."
"I don't need that," Rachel said, and oddly, she realized it was true. Everything she'd tried to do with Finn was well-planned and perfectly romantic, and it hadn't gotten her anywhere worthwhile.
"Just stop being mean to me for ten minutes, and maybe I'll let you -- mmph!"
She'd intended to finish the sentence with "kiss me," but Santana took her words as victory. She took another step forward, nudged Rachel's knees apart, and pressed her back against the wall to kiss her very thoroughly. Her hands slid up underneath Rachel's sweater and she scratched at Rachel's back with her nails, making Rachel's skin tingle.
"Would you take off your not-at-all-ugly sweater?" Santana purred in Rachel's ear, teasing at the lobe.
"Okay," Rachel answered, since Santana was half-trying, at least. She was unsurprised when Santana helped her tug it off. Some part of her hoped that they'd bothered to lock the bedroom door, just in case.
Of course, if Brittany came in (she was probably the only person who would do so without knocking, Rachel thought), then she'd probably just join in, which really wouldn't be too much weirder than this was to start with.
"I'm seducing you, Berry, get with the program," Santana said, cupping Rachel's breasts, so Rachel did, because it was always important to address your partner's needs in bed.
Although, afterward, she refused to buy Santana a burger.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 593 words
Prompt: Santana/Rachel, making amends for
fuzzy_paintPairing: Santana/Rachel; past Finn/Rachel mentioned
Other: PG for sexuality.
Excerpt: "This is," Santana said, "stupid. For some reason I think you're hot now. So we'll fuck, I'll get over it, and everyone's happy."
"You want to make up to me with sex?"
Rachel blinked. Santana kept coming closer, and Rachel had to resist the urge to shrink back and escape. Santana didn't want to hurt her -- quite the opposite, apparently, if she'd heard that proposition correctly.
Santana rolled her eyes. She paused, still way too close to Rachel, and canted a hip, resting her fist on it.
"This isn't some sort of make-good thing. Who do you think I am? I'm a bitch, and I'm proud of it."
She took another step forward. Her skirt swished on her thighs, and Rachel's eyes dropped to watch her move. She couldn't help it. When her gaze darted back up to meet Santana's, Santana looked overly satisfied.
"This is," Santana said, "stupid. For some reason I think you're hot now. So we'll fuck, I'll get over it, and everyone's happy."
Santana took another step forward and then lifted her hand, pressing an index finger into Rachel's chest and letting it drift downward. Rachel's brow furrowed. She had the vague idea that Santana had watched too much lesbian porn, but she wasn't sure why she knew this, because she'd never watched any. Well, except once or twice. Out of curiosity, which was totally natural. She hadn't really intended to act on it, which is why it took her by surprise when she grabbed Santana's hand and pulled Santana's fingers into her mouth.
Santana made a pleased noise and Rachel sucked for a moment before she let go, pulled Santana's hand from her lips, and took another step back, eyes widening.
"This doesn't make us gay, so save the straight panic for later, god," Santana said. "Sex is sex. Now, please take off that sweater before I have to rip it. It has dalmatians on it. Dalmatians. What are you, six? My body is an idiot for liking you."
"I'm not going to have sex with you if you keep insulting me, Santana," Rachel said.
Santana looked as if she was going to roll her eyes again. "Well, I'm not going to light candles or buy you roses."
"I don't need that," Rachel said, and oddly, she realized it was true. Everything she'd tried to do with Finn was well-planned and perfectly romantic, and it hadn't gotten her anywhere worthwhile.
"Just stop being mean to me for ten minutes, and maybe I'll let you -- mmph!"
She'd intended to finish the sentence with "kiss me," but Santana took her words as victory. She took another step forward, nudged Rachel's knees apart, and pressed her back against the wall to kiss her very thoroughly. Her hands slid up underneath Rachel's sweater and she scratched at Rachel's back with her nails, making Rachel's skin tingle.
"Would you take off your not-at-all-ugly sweater?" Santana purred in Rachel's ear, teasing at the lobe.
"Okay," Rachel answered, since Santana was half-trying, at least. She was unsurprised when Santana helped her tug it off. Some part of her hoped that they'd bothered to lock the bedroom door, just in case.
Of course, if Brittany came in (she was probably the only person who would do so without knocking, Rachel thought), then she'd probably just join in, which really wouldn't be too much weirder than this was to start with.
"I'm seducing you, Berry, get with the program," Santana said, cupping Rachel's breasts, so Rachel did, because it was always important to address your partner's needs in bed.
Although, afterward, she refused to buy Santana a burger.