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Let This Be Okay
anonymous
January 4 2012, 06:11:29 UTC
“This isn’t about him, okay?” Rachel says, turning the corner out of the bathroom, cock first.
Santana licks her lips, scoots back on the pillows. “Okay,” she replies, though she doesn’t believe it.
The harness is black, nylon maybe? Like rock climbing gear. It wraps around Rachel’s hips, between her legs. She’s still wearing a tank top, her nipples showing through the thin fabric, but nothing on bottom. Aside from the tan dildo. Santana can’t look at the whole picture for long without her cheeks heating up. She spreads her legs unconsciously.
Rachel crawls up the bed, her face stony. She presses a kiss between Santana’s legs, and that softens the blow of what she says next. “You know, if you wanted dick, you could have just told me.” And she lifts her head to bite at Santana’s lips, sliding her hips down, up, the tip of her cock insistent, and with a gasp, a whimper, inside of her.
“I only want you,” Santana whispers, her breath catching with every thrust.
Rachel bites at Santana’s collar bone, breathing heavily, her hands tangled up in the sheets, filling Santana roughly, then slow. Tender. Santana’s neck is wet, and she whimpers, turns. Rachel is crying.
“Hey,” Santana manages, wrapping her arms around Rachel’s back, tugging her down, slowing her movements until she stops. “Hey.” She reaches, wipes at the wetness under Rachel’s eye.
“I only ever wanted you, Santana.” She kisses her, still inside.
-
“Look at you,” Rachel says, coming in to the kitchen, tugging up her boxers as she walks.
“Mm?” Santana shifts her weight. Her ankles are starting to swell.
“Barefoot and pregnant and making me breakfast.”
Santana smiles. “Scrambled, or… scrambled?” Rachel comes up behind her, rests a cool hand on her lower back, leans around for a kiss. It’s easy. She’s shocked at how easy it is.
“Just don’t burn them this time.”
-
They’re past it, Santana thinks, and starts waking up humming.
-
Another appointment, another paper dress. The doctor leaves the room and Santana slips back into her panties. It’s just chance that she looks up and sees Rachel’s face, shuttered off.
“Babe?”
“What if he looks like that prick?”
“He’ll probably just look like a baby, at least for a little while.”
“Yeah, but what if I… what if I can’t look at him without seeing.” Rachel shakes her head. “The doctor’ll be back soon,” she says, holding out Santana’s bra.
-
The newspaper is waiting on the table when Santana hauls herself out of bed around ten AM. Rachel has long left for work. She sees the red circle and sits down, though she knows she’ll regret it, having not made it to the bathroom yet.
2 bdrm 2 bath duplex quiet nbrhd easy hwy access call Dave 4 dtls And scribbled next to the ad, in Rachel’s familiar scrawl, kid should have a proper nursery. Santana runs her fingers over the words, and for the first time it doesn’t feel like a trap.
Santana licks her lips, scoots back on the pillows. “Okay,” she replies, though she doesn’t believe it.
The harness is black, nylon maybe? Like rock climbing gear. It wraps around Rachel’s hips, between her legs. She’s still wearing a tank top, her nipples showing through the thin fabric, but nothing on bottom. Aside from the tan dildo. Santana can’t look at the whole picture for long without her cheeks heating up. She spreads her legs unconsciously.
Rachel crawls up the bed, her face stony. She presses a kiss between Santana’s legs, and that softens the blow of what she says next. “You know, if you wanted dick, you could have just told me.” And she lifts her head to bite at Santana’s lips, sliding her hips down, up, the tip of her cock insistent, and with a gasp, a whimper, inside of her.
“I only want you,” Santana whispers, her breath catching with every thrust.
Rachel bites at Santana’s collar bone, breathing heavily, her hands tangled up in the sheets, filling Santana roughly, then slow. Tender. Santana’s neck is wet, and she whimpers, turns. Rachel is crying.
“Hey,” Santana manages, wrapping her arms around Rachel’s back, tugging her down, slowing her movements until she stops. “Hey.” She reaches, wipes at the wetness under Rachel’s eye.
“I only ever wanted you, Santana.” She kisses her, still inside.
-
“Look at you,” Rachel says, coming in to the kitchen, tugging up her boxers as she walks.
“Mm?” Santana shifts her weight. Her ankles are starting to swell.
“Barefoot and pregnant and making me breakfast.”
Santana smiles. “Scrambled, or… scrambled?” Rachel comes up behind her, rests a cool hand on her lower back, leans around for a kiss. It’s easy. She’s shocked at how easy it is.
“Just don’t burn them this time.”
-
They’re past it, Santana thinks, and starts waking up humming.
-
Another appointment, another paper dress. The doctor leaves the room and Santana slips back into her panties. It’s just chance that she looks up and sees Rachel’s face, shuttered off.
“Babe?”
“What if he looks like that prick?”
“He’ll probably just look like a baby, at least for a little while.”
“Yeah, but what if I… what if I can’t look at him without seeing.” Rachel shakes her head. “The doctor’ll be back soon,” she says, holding out Santana’s bra.
-
The newspaper is waiting on the table when Santana hauls herself out of bed around ten AM. Rachel has long left for work. She sees the red circle and sits down, though she knows she’ll regret it, having not made it to the bathroom yet.
2 bdrm 2 bath duplex quiet nbrhd easy hwy access call Dave 4 dtls
And scribbled next to the ad, in Rachel’s familiar scrawl, kid should have a proper nursery. Santana runs her fingers over the words, and for the first time it doesn’t feel like a trap.
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