Fic: Keeping it down Part 2
Title: Keeping it down
Pairing: Rachel/ Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summery: See part 1
Santana didn't really see much as she was dragged up the house, she was fairly certain that she ahd seen on of her older brothers smirking at her, but which one or where she just wasn't sure. Rachel finally released her shirt, but only to throw the Latina on the bed. "Stay."
It was a short sentence which usually meant that there is no arguing with her. For her part Santana just laid there not really sure what she was meant to do. So she just watched as Rachel walked back to the door closing it softly. "I still hate that this door doesn't lock." The diva said equally as softly, Santana just shrugged.
They had a no lock policy in their house, the only two doors with locks on them were the front and back. There were reasons for this, as there clearly had at one point been a lock on this door, but Santana hadn't shared the why with Rachel yet and the shorter brunette wasn't going to push her.
The Jewish girl walked back towards the bed and before Santana could argue about them not doing anything, Rachel hopped onto the bed straddling her girlfriend's denim clad hips. Pushing down slightly, causing the other brunette to gasp. Pleased with the response, Rachel knew she wouldn't have to work too hard to get what she wanted.
"Rach, aren't we meant to be practising a duet?" Santana struggled to keep her voice even as Rachel grabbed onto her shirt once again. "I lied." Came the simple answer from the diva, who followed it up by giving a particularly hard tug on the Latina's shirt, ripping it right off her body. "That-" Santana started to complain, only to be cut off by Rachel. "I'll buy you a new one." Santana, despite being annoyed about the shirt, had to admit she was turned on by Rachel ripping it off her.
Rachel moved down her girlfriends body. The diva's breath tickled her abs. She felt as much as she heard Rachel's whisper. Damn I love your abs." She didn't get a chance to answer before Rachel slowly ran her tongue up the middle of them. Starting to bite, nip, suck and lick all over them. Rachel used a random pattern meaning that Santana didn't know which she was going to do. Santana's left hand threaded through silky hair, her other was gripping her bed sheets below, her breathing slightly erratic as she tried to contain crying out in pleasure.
"Rachel my parents are downstairs." Santana managed to find the words. The fact that she didn't think they should be doing this right now didn't stop her whimper of displeasure when the other brunettes mouth left her body.
"Yes San I am quite aware of who is in your house currently, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't partake in sexual intercourse. I don't know about you personally, but I'm having problems concentrating on anything, well anything that isn't you in many different compromising situations. Due to this the only conclusion I have come to as an answer to this is that I have been lacking mind blowing orgasmic sex provided by you."
Santana's mind was trying to take every word in, honestly she was, she just couldn't help that she found every time that Rachel Berry went into one of her long winded speeches she got too turned on to actually hear the words said. She did however seem to realise that it had something to do with them having sex right now.
Rachel already knew that she had won, she'd known she'd win the second the Latina let her drag her up the stairs. That however didn't stop her squeals of delight when Santana finally agreed. Rachel quickly hopped off the bed and started looking around the room., asking Santana a question as she went. "Where is it then?"
Santana who was still on the bed, propped herself up on her elbows, a puzzled look crossing her face. Rachel didn't even look up from her searching when she answered the question that Santana hadn't managed to voice yet. "The package you got the other day?"
The puzzled look on the Latina's face grew as she was trying to figure out what Rachel was referring to. Once her brain made the connection as to what she had delivered, her eyes widened comically. "No way Rachel! No way in hell! That one is bigger then our others and no matter how much I love the noises that come out of your mouth, my whole family is down there and they will hear us." Her hands had been gesturing between the door Rachel and the box that Rachel had apparently found.
"You promised. You agreed that the first time we used this would be the next time we had sex at your house. And according to you, you never lie." Santana could already see the pout that covered Rachel's face and groaned as she remembered agreeing.
It had been the night that they had brought the thing, Rachel had been eating her out for going on two hours, but never giving her the release she needed. Bringing her close, so that she was right on the edge but never letting her cum. Santana would have pretty much agreed to do anything in that moment; so long as Rachel let her have her orgasm. Her girlfriend was a complete tease and she loved it.
"I swear to God you are going to be the death of me." Santana didn't even have to wait a second after speaking before the strap on landed on her stomach with a thud. She raised an eyebrow, she hadn't even heard the box being opened, "eager much?"
In true Rachel Berry fashion; "I have taken into consideration of the time that it took for me to get you up here, I had personally thought it would be easier then in proved to be. Also the fact that your mother does not accept tardiness to the dinner table. So I'm suggesting that we forgo any more foreplay and get straight to business." Rachel hadn't been kidding when she said about getting straight to business, as with the end of her explanation it was punctuated with the diva's bra landing on Santana's head.
"Not that you don't look fabulous, but where the heck did all your clothes go?" Santana asked slightly confused. "Honey stop stalling and get naked now, you've been holding my entire day plan up." Rachel quite calmly informed the taller girl.
Santana knew there was no use arguing the point, she'd agreed, the lack of sex recently was making all rational thought process difficult, her girlfriend was naked and she was incredibly horny. So she did the only thing that she truthfully wanted to do, got off the bed and stripped the rest of her clothes off.
While Santana was doing that, Rachel had perched on the edge of the bed and started sucking on the large blue dildo. She released the fake appendage with a pop, her saliva glistering in the light. "I'm so glad that we got this one, despite the high probibility that we broke your bank account with this purchase. The smaller dildo on the inside should give you - or me when I take it for a spin - added pleasure."
While Rachel was talking, Santana, finally rid of her clothes, had taken the strap on back and was shimmying the harness up her legs and adjusting it on her hips. Santana couldn't help the moan that escaped when the smaller of the dildos slid into her.
The shorter girl wasted no time in grabbing onto the back of Santana's neck and pulling her back down onto the bed. This time the taller girl was on top.
Part 3
Pairing: Rachel/ Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summery: See part 1
Santana didn't really see much as she was dragged up the house, she was fairly certain that she ahd seen on of her older brothers smirking at her, but which one or where she just wasn't sure. Rachel finally released her shirt, but only to throw the Latina on the bed. "Stay."
It was a short sentence which usually meant that there is no arguing with her. For her part Santana just laid there not really sure what she was meant to do. So she just watched as Rachel walked back to the door closing it softly. "I still hate that this door doesn't lock." The diva said equally as softly, Santana just shrugged.
They had a no lock policy in their house, the only two doors with locks on them were the front and back. There were reasons for this, as there clearly had at one point been a lock on this door, but Santana hadn't shared the why with Rachel yet and the shorter brunette wasn't going to push her.
The Jewish girl walked back towards the bed and before Santana could argue about them not doing anything, Rachel hopped onto the bed straddling her girlfriend's denim clad hips. Pushing down slightly, causing the other brunette to gasp. Pleased with the response, Rachel knew she wouldn't have to work too hard to get what she wanted.
"Rach, aren't we meant to be practising a duet?" Santana struggled to keep her voice even as Rachel grabbed onto her shirt once again. "I lied." Came the simple answer from the diva, who followed it up by giving a particularly hard tug on the Latina's shirt, ripping it right off her body. "That-" Santana started to complain, only to be cut off by Rachel. "I'll buy you a new one." Santana, despite being annoyed about the shirt, had to admit she was turned on by Rachel ripping it off her.
Rachel moved down her girlfriends body. The diva's breath tickled her abs. She felt as much as she heard Rachel's whisper. Damn I love your abs." She didn't get a chance to answer before Rachel slowly ran her tongue up the middle of them. Starting to bite, nip, suck and lick all over them. Rachel used a random pattern meaning that Santana didn't know which she was going to do. Santana's left hand threaded through silky hair, her other was gripping her bed sheets below, her breathing slightly erratic as she tried to contain crying out in pleasure.
"Rachel my parents are downstairs." Santana managed to find the words. The fact that she didn't think they should be doing this right now didn't stop her whimper of displeasure when the other brunettes mouth left her body.
"Yes San I am quite aware of who is in your house currently, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't partake in sexual intercourse. I don't know about you personally, but I'm having problems concentrating on anything, well anything that isn't you in many different compromising situations. Due to this the only conclusion I have come to as an answer to this is that I have been lacking mind blowing orgasmic sex provided by you."
Santana's mind was trying to take every word in, honestly she was, she just couldn't help that she found every time that Rachel Berry went into one of her long winded speeches she got too turned on to actually hear the words said. She did however seem to realise that it had something to do with them having sex right now.
Rachel already knew that she had won, she'd known she'd win the second the Latina let her drag her up the stairs. That however didn't stop her squeals of delight when Santana finally agreed. Rachel quickly hopped off the bed and started looking around the room., asking Santana a question as she went. "Where is it then?"
Santana who was still on the bed, propped herself up on her elbows, a puzzled look crossing her face. Rachel didn't even look up from her searching when she answered the question that Santana hadn't managed to voice yet. "The package you got the other day?"
The puzzled look on the Latina's face grew as she was trying to figure out what Rachel was referring to. Once her brain made the connection as to what she had delivered, her eyes widened comically. "No way Rachel! No way in hell! That one is bigger then our others and no matter how much I love the noises that come out of your mouth, my whole family is down there and they will hear us." Her hands had been gesturing between the door Rachel and the box that Rachel had apparently found.
"You promised. You agreed that the first time we used this would be the next time we had sex at your house. And according to you, you never lie." Santana could already see the pout that covered Rachel's face and groaned as she remembered agreeing.
It had been the night that they had brought the thing, Rachel had been eating her out for going on two hours, but never giving her the release she needed. Bringing her close, so that she was right on the edge but never letting her cum. Santana would have pretty much agreed to do anything in that moment; so long as Rachel let her have her orgasm. Her girlfriend was a complete tease and she loved it.
"I swear to God you are going to be the death of me." Santana didn't even have to wait a second after speaking before the strap on landed on her stomach with a thud. She raised an eyebrow, she hadn't even heard the box being opened, "eager much?"
In true Rachel Berry fashion; "I have taken into consideration of the time that it took for me to get you up here, I had personally thought it would be easier then in proved to be. Also the fact that your mother does not accept tardiness to the dinner table. So I'm suggesting that we forgo any more foreplay and get straight to business." Rachel hadn't been kidding when she said about getting straight to business, as with the end of her explanation it was punctuated with the diva's bra landing on Santana's head.
"Not that you don't look fabulous, but where the heck did all your clothes go?" Santana asked slightly confused. "Honey stop stalling and get naked now, you've been holding my entire day plan up." Rachel quite calmly informed the taller girl.
Santana knew there was no use arguing the point, she'd agreed, the lack of sex recently was making all rational thought process difficult, her girlfriend was naked and she was incredibly horny. So she did the only thing that she truthfully wanted to do, got off the bed and stripped the rest of her clothes off.
While Santana was doing that, Rachel had perched on the edge of the bed and started sucking on the large blue dildo. She released the fake appendage with a pop, her saliva glistering in the light. "I'm so glad that we got this one, despite the high probibility that we broke your bank account with this purchase. The smaller dildo on the inside should give you - or me when I take it for a spin - added pleasure."
While Rachel was talking, Santana, finally rid of her clothes, had taken the strap on back and was shimmying the harness up her legs and adjusting it on her hips. Santana couldn't help the moan that escaped when the smaller of the dildos slid into her.
The shorter girl wasted no time in grabbing onto the back of Santana's neck and pulling her back down onto the bed. This time the taller girl was on top.
Part 3