Can You Stand The Rain
Title: Can You Stand The Rain
Warning: NC-17
Pairing: Santana/Rachel
Summary: (270): I'm pretty sure I have a cold now from having sex on the hood of my car in the rain. Worth it? Absolutely. For rockinrye.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
So, the thing is, an awesome side effect of Rachel being completely in the closet with her bisexuality was that no one knew they were together. Santana's not like, trying to keep it a secret, but after everyone knowing her business with Britt, it's kind of nice to have this relationship be completely hers. Plus, Rachel's still like, trying to get comfortable and everything, and while she's totally at ease around Santana and like, loves doing stuff together (having sex, and other stuff) she doesn't want to have to deal with having everyone else know.
Which was all completely accurate, and understandable, until this afternoon, when Puck made a really shitty joke about the time she and Rachel spend together, and instead of just ignoring it, Rachel kind of wasn't thinking when she said, "Our relationship is none of your business."
And no, that didn't even really give them away.
They were fine until Puck said, "'S'kinda my business, since I like, picture the two of you together all the time."
Santana'd kind of had to punch him in the eye.
Now they're driving to her place because they had plans together, and she'd think they're going to talk instead of like, fooling around, only Rachel's not saying a word and Santana's pretty sure they're just not going to do anything.
She's trying to drive, but her hand hurts like a motherfucker and she needs some ice. It's not something she can really concentrate on much, though, because it's pouring rain and she hates driving in the rain. She's trying not to get them killed, so being distracted by the silent treatment, or the way her hand's throbbing, or the dried blood on her knuckle is just not an option.
"I'm sorry I hit him," she finally says, because she knows Rachel hates that shit and yeah, she shouldn't have done it, probably, even if he is a disgusting jerk.
Rachel just looks at her. "What?"
"I shouldn't have. Even if he's picturing you naked and I want to kill him, a little bit."
Rachel actually laughs. "How would one kill someone 'a little bit'?"
Santana rolls her eyes and glances at Rachel before turning the wipers on higher and putting both hands on the wheel. Fucking rain. "Whatever. I can't handle that, alright?"
It's quiet for another few moments, and then Santana's pulling onto her road when Rachel says, "I liked that you punched him."
And, wait. What? Because...
"Huh?"
Rachel shrugs her shoulder and turns a bit in her seat. Santana really needs to be paying attention to the road, but she glances over anyway, and Rachel's dress is totally shifting up on her thighs. Christ.
"None of my boyfriends - sorry, partners - have ever stuck up for me like that before."
"That's fine, but call me your girlfriend, not your partner. We're not fucking cops, okay?" Rachel giggles again and plays with the hem of her dress, which... "Hey, you wanna like...I'm trying to drive and not get us killed."
"Am I distracting you?"
And okay, Rachel has this tone of voice she uses when she wants to fuck. Santana'd put it more eloquently than that, but it is what it is. Rachel like, drops her pitch and gets really soft at the same time, and it's pretty much the sexiest thing the girl can do, other than like, stripping.
"I'm trying to be good and apologize for being a crazy bitch and you're acting all turned on. Stop it," Santana laughs.
Rachel reaches over and puts her hand on Santana's thigh. "I'm not acting."
Fuck.
Rachel's hand moves higher and Santana's foot slips off the gas pedal when her girlfriend's fingers brush against the front of her cheer spanks. Jesus Christ. She honestly doesn't know how Rachel didn't lose her virginity at like 13 because she's one of the most sexual people Santana knows. It's a little weird and she'd say something about that, but she doesn't give a fuck, really, when she's the one reaping the benefits.
Like Rachel's fingertips stroking her inner thigh.
She manages to pull into her driveway without getting them killed, and her parents are away, and her house is surrounded by trees and whatnot and she's parked around the back, since their driveway wraps around and there's this turning circle thing where she always parks.
She sinks her good hand into Rachel's hair as soon as she's cut the engine, kisses the fuck out of her and moans when Rachel runs her tongue along Santana's teeth.
"I really, really love that you stuck up for me," Rachel says, hand playing with the bottom of Santana's top.
"Yeah?" Rachel's dress has buttons down between her tits. It's this cute little empire waist thing, so it doesn't button all the way down the front, but whatever. Santana flicks open a few of the buttons easily and gets a view of her girlfriend's chest, because no, Rachel doesn't always wear a bra. "Wanna show me?"
Rachel laughs a bit. "Why did you ask that after you'd unbuttoned my dress?"
Santana shrugs. She's still looking at Rachel's chest, and yeah, she needs to touch, so she pushes the material aside and covers one of Rachel's breasts with her hand. The stupid console gets in her way when she tries to get closer. "I kind of meant it more than that."
Doesn't make sense. Rachel moans anyway, so whatever.
Then it's her own voice saying, "Get out of the car," and she pulls away first and walks around to the other side, grabs Rachel before she can start running towards the house.
She presses Rachel back against the hood of the car and all she can hear is the hammering of the rain on the car and the pavement around them, and Rachel's breathing. Her hands are back on Rachel's chest, pulling the dress down even more, working the last two buttons open, and Rachel literally tosses her head back when Santana leans down to wrap her mouth around one of the girl's nipples. Rachel grabs her by the hips and pulls her close, wedges her thigh between Santana's, and yeah, that's...
"Fuck, baby." Her hand is throbbing and using it to get Rachel off is going to hurt, but she really, really doesn't care. She just wants to see Rachel come right now. "You cold?"
"God no," Rachel breathes out. She reaches up and pulls on Santana's hair elastic, lets her hair fall loose. The rain is making Rachel's mascara run, so Santana brushes her thumbs under Rachel's eyes, and Rachel kisses her for the effort. "You're beautiful."
"God," Santana laughs. "Shut up."
Rachel cups her face in her hands, though, forces Santana to look at her. "You are, and it drove me crazy to see my pretty, pretty girlfriend throw a punch for me." Santana thinks she's fucking blushing, honestly. Rachel leans forward, twines her arms around Santana's waist to pull them together, and says, "I was wet before it started raining," into Santana's ear.
Jesus Christ.
Santana rocks her hips against Rachel's thigh and then pushes her hand up under the girl's dress. Yeah, there are panties there, but she makes short work of them, loving the way Rachel moans when Santana steps away to drop the panties on the ground. Oops. She walks them sideways the slightest bit, so Rachel's not higher than her. The natural slope of the hood of her car lets Santana pick exactly where she wants Rachel in relation to her. Convenient. She pushes at Rachel's stomach, forcing her to lie back, and yeah, Rachel's knee presses right against Santana, which is not at all bad.
She presses her fingers inside Rachel carefully, mostly because she knows the girl will be expecting it to be rough. She likes to keep a little of the surprise, you know? And when she leans forward to kiss Rachel, she gets some pressure against her, courtesy Rachel's knee, and then she realizes the zipper of her shirt is being tugged at, and like, how many times does she have to tell Rachel to do this shit before Santana's knuckle deep inside her.
Rachel whines when Santana pulls away so she can tug her Cheerios top off. Her wet hair is sticking to her skin, and so is Rachel's, and fuck, this is super hot. She never wears a white bra, either, but it was the first one she grabbed today, and judging by the way Rachel's staring at her tits, there are no complaints. She looks down and sees that her bra is nearly transparent. Whatever. This is her not caring.
She really, really doesn't expect Rachel to be strong enough to like, grab her and tug her up onto the car, too, but fuck. She supposes stranger things have happened. Rachel's fingers hook into the waistband of Santana's cheer spanks and she pants out, "Take them off."
It's not like Santana's opposed to being serviced, even if it is in the rain on top of her car and the whole thing is fucking ridiculous.
She braces her hands above Rachel's shoulders and hopes to god that this doesn't fuck up the hood of her car. Seriously, daddy'll be pissed if he has to get the dents knocked out of it.
Rachel's fingers roll over her clit and she stops worrying, instead working her hips and her tongue in the same rhythm, because she knows Rachel likes that shit.
"Me," Rachel says against her mouth, and Santana almost laughs.
She's selfish and Santana thinks it's hot. And honestly, she knows she can get Rachel off in a matter of minutes and that the girl is always, always good to return the favour. She slips one finger inside her girlfriend, works her thumb in a circle around Rachel's nerves, and watches the girl's face as her breath hitches. When she presses a second finger in, Rachel's hips jerk up off the car and she's already trembling. It might be from the cold, and yeah, that'd be a perfect explanation, only Rachel's trembling from the inside out, her muscles already clenching around Santana's fingers. This is really fucking hot, though, so Santana's not going to make fun of her for it.
Just like she knew would happen, Rachel basically forgets what she's doing with her hand and focuses on letting go, herself. It's fine - she's totally still learning the ins and outs of being with a woman, and Santana's more than happy to play teacher. They've never actually come at the same time, and it's something she wants to change, but fuck, not right now. Not now, when she's got Rachel laid out on the hood of her car in the rain, painting and moaning and keeping her eyes closed so they don't get stung by raindrops.
Santana curves her fingers and rolls her thumb one last time, and Rachel flies apart, her knees coming up and her back arching as she cries out. Santana will never get sick of that, seriously.
She's still got her fingers inside her girlfriend and they're just kind of lazily kissing, and they should definitely go inside, but then Rachel's hand is back under Santana's Cheerios skirt again and she says, "We should trade places."
Right. So.
Rachel is a fucking vision right now. Her dress is still open at the front and her hair's all stringy and wavy from the rain. She's just standing there and Santana brings her ass right to the edge of the hood of the car because she doesn't think Rachel's just going to climb on top of her, and she really doesn't care, as long as something happens right fucking now.
"Baby," she whines, and Rachel pushes up Santana's skirt, nudges her knees apart and then slides her hands up her thighs. All as she leans down and breathes out against the top of Santana's legs. "Oh, fuck."
Rachel's only done this a few times, ever, but Santana's never had any complaints. Rachel knows her way around and she's confident as hell, too, which was funny the first time, right up until the mind-blowing orgasm. Not so funny after that and mostly just awesome, instead.
Rachel nudges at Santana's clit with her nose, first, which...God, she takes back every joke she ever made. Then her head's kind of bobbing and Santana has to tip hers back, because fuck, Rachel's tongue feels so good right there. She tries to roll her hips, but Rachel's hands hold her in place, and she just wants to come, like, now.
"Rachel. God, I love that." Rachel's fingers flex against her hips and she does the same thing with her tongue again. "Fuck. Again."
She comes hard, pressing her hips forward as far as she can and saying Rachel's name, and this was definitely really fucking quick for both of them, but whatever. It's also possibly the hottest thing they've ever done together, and that includes two weeks ago when they were kind of tipsy and Rachel said she'd always wanted to try 69. This is even better than that, so yeah. Fuck however fast it was. That's not the important part.
She kind of grabs Rachel by the hair (gently enough, though) as she sits up, and the girl is still standing between Santana's legs when she's kissing the taste of herself from Rachel's mouth.
"We're going to be sick," Rachel says against her lips.
Santana just laughs and tugs at Rachel's nipple. "We just fucked outside. I think we already are sick."
Rachel's hand stings against Santana's wet, bare thigh as she squeals and drops her mouth open.
Whatever. 'S'true.
"I'm soaked."
"Still?" Santana asks.
"My god. Not like that."
Santana raises her brow and licks up into Rachel's mouth. "You sure?"
"Mmm. Stop. I..." Santana kisses her again, but Rachel plays dirty and presses her thumb against Santana's sensitive clit again. "Let's go inside."
"I like it here."
"You would," Rachel giggles. It's cute that Rachel's acting like that was not as fucking hot as it was. She enjoyed every second of it. "We can just get undressed and warm up while our clothes dry."
"You're a fucking genius," Santana murmurs against Rachel's lips.
Once they're inside, Santana runs naked with their clothes and throws them into the washing machine. Because yeah, her top and Rachel's panties were kind of just on the driveway and they need to be cleaned, and a little blood from her split knuckle got onto Rachel's dress.
On the way back to her room, she grabs a spare quilt from the linen closet and walks into her bedroom to find her girlfriend with a hand between her legs and, "I tried to wait," slipping past her lips like an apology.
They get beneath the covers and Santana takes care of her girl, and they're both frustrated by their wet hair, so they braid one another's (that's someone's idea; hint: not Santana's) and then it's Rachel's hand between Santana's legs until she's saying something about wanting to feel Santana and...
Yeah. It's a good afternoon.
And you know what? When they show up at school the next day and they're both sniffling and dealing with stupid colds, everyone figures they passed the germs to one another, and Santana doesn't give a fuck what people think. Rachel holds out a cough drop and Santana takes it from the girl's fingers using her mouth.
Warning: NC-17
Pairing: Santana/Rachel
Summary: (270): I'm pretty sure I have a cold now from having sex on the hood of my car in the rain. Worth it? Absolutely. For rockinrye.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
So, the thing is, an awesome side effect of Rachel being completely in the closet with her bisexuality was that no one knew they were together. Santana's not like, trying to keep it a secret, but after everyone knowing her business with Britt, it's kind of nice to have this relationship be completely hers. Plus, Rachel's still like, trying to get comfortable and everything, and while she's totally at ease around Santana and like, loves doing stuff together (having sex, and other stuff) she doesn't want to have to deal with having everyone else know.
Which was all completely accurate, and understandable, until this afternoon, when Puck made a really shitty joke about the time she and Rachel spend together, and instead of just ignoring it, Rachel kind of wasn't thinking when she said, "Our relationship is none of your business."
And no, that didn't even really give them away.
They were fine until Puck said, "'S'kinda my business, since I like, picture the two of you together all the time."
Santana'd kind of had to punch him in the eye.
Now they're driving to her place because they had plans together, and she'd think they're going to talk instead of like, fooling around, only Rachel's not saying a word and Santana's pretty sure they're just not going to do anything.
She's trying to drive, but her hand hurts like a motherfucker and she needs some ice. It's not something she can really concentrate on much, though, because it's pouring rain and she hates driving in the rain. She's trying not to get them killed, so being distracted by the silent treatment, or the way her hand's throbbing, or the dried blood on her knuckle is just not an option.
"I'm sorry I hit him," she finally says, because she knows Rachel hates that shit and yeah, she shouldn't have done it, probably, even if he is a disgusting jerk.
Rachel just looks at her. "What?"
"I shouldn't have. Even if he's picturing you naked and I want to kill him, a little bit."
Rachel actually laughs. "How would one kill someone 'a little bit'?"
Santana rolls her eyes and glances at Rachel before turning the wipers on higher and putting both hands on the wheel. Fucking rain. "Whatever. I can't handle that, alright?"
It's quiet for another few moments, and then Santana's pulling onto her road when Rachel says, "I liked that you punched him."
And, wait. What? Because...
"Huh?"
Rachel shrugs her shoulder and turns a bit in her seat. Santana really needs to be paying attention to the road, but she glances over anyway, and Rachel's dress is totally shifting up on her thighs. Christ.
"None of my boyfriends - sorry, partners - have ever stuck up for me like that before."
"That's fine, but call me your girlfriend, not your partner. We're not fucking cops, okay?" Rachel giggles again and plays with the hem of her dress, which... "Hey, you wanna like...I'm trying to drive and not get us killed."
"Am I distracting you?"
And okay, Rachel has this tone of voice she uses when she wants to fuck. Santana'd put it more eloquently than that, but it is what it is. Rachel like, drops her pitch and gets really soft at the same time, and it's pretty much the sexiest thing the girl can do, other than like, stripping.
"I'm trying to be good and apologize for being a crazy bitch and you're acting all turned on. Stop it," Santana laughs.
Rachel reaches over and puts her hand on Santana's thigh. "I'm not acting."
Fuck.
Rachel's hand moves higher and Santana's foot slips off the gas pedal when her girlfriend's fingers brush against the front of her cheer spanks. Jesus Christ. She honestly doesn't know how Rachel didn't lose her virginity at like 13 because she's one of the most sexual people Santana knows. It's a little weird and she'd say something about that, but she doesn't give a fuck, really, when she's the one reaping the benefits.
Like Rachel's fingertips stroking her inner thigh.
She manages to pull into her driveway without getting them killed, and her parents are away, and her house is surrounded by trees and whatnot and she's parked around the back, since their driveway wraps around and there's this turning circle thing where she always parks.
She sinks her good hand into Rachel's hair as soon as she's cut the engine, kisses the fuck out of her and moans when Rachel runs her tongue along Santana's teeth.
"I really, really love that you stuck up for me," Rachel says, hand playing with the bottom of Santana's top.
"Yeah?" Rachel's dress has buttons down between her tits. It's this cute little empire waist thing, so it doesn't button all the way down the front, but whatever. Santana flicks open a few of the buttons easily and gets a view of her girlfriend's chest, because no, Rachel doesn't always wear a bra. "Wanna show me?"
Rachel laughs a bit. "Why did you ask that after you'd unbuttoned my dress?"
Santana shrugs. She's still looking at Rachel's chest, and yeah, she needs to touch, so she pushes the material aside and covers one of Rachel's breasts with her hand. The stupid console gets in her way when she tries to get closer. "I kind of meant it more than that."
Doesn't make sense. Rachel moans anyway, so whatever.
Then it's her own voice saying, "Get out of the car," and she pulls away first and walks around to the other side, grabs Rachel before she can start running towards the house.
She presses Rachel back against the hood of the car and all she can hear is the hammering of the rain on the car and the pavement around them, and Rachel's breathing. Her hands are back on Rachel's chest, pulling the dress down even more, working the last two buttons open, and Rachel literally tosses her head back when Santana leans down to wrap her mouth around one of the girl's nipples. Rachel grabs her by the hips and pulls her close, wedges her thigh between Santana's, and yeah, that's...
"Fuck, baby." Her hand is throbbing and using it to get Rachel off is going to hurt, but she really, really doesn't care. She just wants to see Rachel come right now. "You cold?"
"God no," Rachel breathes out. She reaches up and pulls on Santana's hair elastic, lets her hair fall loose. The rain is making Rachel's mascara run, so Santana brushes her thumbs under Rachel's eyes, and Rachel kisses her for the effort. "You're beautiful."
"God," Santana laughs. "Shut up."
Rachel cups her face in her hands, though, forces Santana to look at her. "You are, and it drove me crazy to see my pretty, pretty girlfriend throw a punch for me." Santana thinks she's fucking blushing, honestly. Rachel leans forward, twines her arms around Santana's waist to pull them together, and says, "I was wet before it started raining," into Santana's ear.
Jesus Christ.
Santana rocks her hips against Rachel's thigh and then pushes her hand up under the girl's dress. Yeah, there are panties there, but she makes short work of them, loving the way Rachel moans when Santana steps away to drop the panties on the ground. Oops. She walks them sideways the slightest bit, so Rachel's not higher than her. The natural slope of the hood of her car lets Santana pick exactly where she wants Rachel in relation to her. Convenient. She pushes at Rachel's stomach, forcing her to lie back, and yeah, Rachel's knee presses right against Santana, which is not at all bad.
She presses her fingers inside Rachel carefully, mostly because she knows the girl will be expecting it to be rough. She likes to keep a little of the surprise, you know? And when she leans forward to kiss Rachel, she gets some pressure against her, courtesy Rachel's knee, and then she realizes the zipper of her shirt is being tugged at, and like, how many times does she have to tell Rachel to do this shit before Santana's knuckle deep inside her.
Rachel whines when Santana pulls away so she can tug her Cheerios top off. Her wet hair is sticking to her skin, and so is Rachel's, and fuck, this is super hot. She never wears a white bra, either, but it was the first one she grabbed today, and judging by the way Rachel's staring at her tits, there are no complaints. She looks down and sees that her bra is nearly transparent. Whatever. This is her not caring.
She really, really doesn't expect Rachel to be strong enough to like, grab her and tug her up onto the car, too, but fuck. She supposes stranger things have happened. Rachel's fingers hook into the waistband of Santana's cheer spanks and she pants out, "Take them off."
It's not like Santana's opposed to being serviced, even if it is in the rain on top of her car and the whole thing is fucking ridiculous.
She braces her hands above Rachel's shoulders and hopes to god that this doesn't fuck up the hood of her car. Seriously, daddy'll be pissed if he has to get the dents knocked out of it.
Rachel's fingers roll over her clit and she stops worrying, instead working her hips and her tongue in the same rhythm, because she knows Rachel likes that shit.
"Me," Rachel says against her mouth, and Santana almost laughs.
She's selfish and Santana thinks it's hot. And honestly, she knows she can get Rachel off in a matter of minutes and that the girl is always, always good to return the favour. She slips one finger inside her girlfriend, works her thumb in a circle around Rachel's nerves, and watches the girl's face as her breath hitches. When she presses a second finger in, Rachel's hips jerk up off the car and she's already trembling. It might be from the cold, and yeah, that'd be a perfect explanation, only Rachel's trembling from the inside out, her muscles already clenching around Santana's fingers. This is really fucking hot, though, so Santana's not going to make fun of her for it.
Just like she knew would happen, Rachel basically forgets what she's doing with her hand and focuses on letting go, herself. It's fine - she's totally still learning the ins and outs of being with a woman, and Santana's more than happy to play teacher. They've never actually come at the same time, and it's something she wants to change, but fuck, not right now. Not now, when she's got Rachel laid out on the hood of her car in the rain, painting and moaning and keeping her eyes closed so they don't get stung by raindrops.
Santana curves her fingers and rolls her thumb one last time, and Rachel flies apart, her knees coming up and her back arching as she cries out. Santana will never get sick of that, seriously.
She's still got her fingers inside her girlfriend and they're just kind of lazily kissing, and they should definitely go inside, but then Rachel's hand is back under Santana's Cheerios skirt again and she says, "We should trade places."
Right. So.
Rachel is a fucking vision right now. Her dress is still open at the front and her hair's all stringy and wavy from the rain. She's just standing there and Santana brings her ass right to the edge of the hood of the car because she doesn't think Rachel's just going to climb on top of her, and she really doesn't care, as long as something happens right fucking now.
"Baby," she whines, and Rachel pushes up Santana's skirt, nudges her knees apart and then slides her hands up her thighs. All as she leans down and breathes out against the top of Santana's legs. "Oh, fuck."
Rachel's only done this a few times, ever, but Santana's never had any complaints. Rachel knows her way around and she's confident as hell, too, which was funny the first time, right up until the mind-blowing orgasm. Not so funny after that and mostly just awesome, instead.
Rachel nudges at Santana's clit with her nose, first, which...God, she takes back every joke she ever made. Then her head's kind of bobbing and Santana has to tip hers back, because fuck, Rachel's tongue feels so good right there. She tries to roll her hips, but Rachel's hands hold her in place, and she just wants to come, like, now.
"Rachel. God, I love that." Rachel's fingers flex against her hips and she does the same thing with her tongue again. "Fuck. Again."
She comes hard, pressing her hips forward as far as she can and saying Rachel's name, and this was definitely really fucking quick for both of them, but whatever. It's also possibly the hottest thing they've ever done together, and that includes two weeks ago when they were kind of tipsy and Rachel said she'd always wanted to try 69. This is even better than that, so yeah. Fuck however fast it was. That's not the important part.
She kind of grabs Rachel by the hair (gently enough, though) as she sits up, and the girl is still standing between Santana's legs when she's kissing the taste of herself from Rachel's mouth.
"We're going to be sick," Rachel says against her lips.
Santana just laughs and tugs at Rachel's nipple. "We just fucked outside. I think we already are sick."
Rachel's hand stings against Santana's wet, bare thigh as she squeals and drops her mouth open.
Whatever. 'S'true.
"I'm soaked."
"Still?" Santana asks.
"My god. Not like that."
Santana raises her brow and licks up into Rachel's mouth. "You sure?"
"Mmm. Stop. I..." Santana kisses her again, but Rachel plays dirty and presses her thumb against Santana's sensitive clit again. "Let's go inside."
"I like it here."
"You would," Rachel giggles. It's cute that Rachel's acting like that was not as fucking hot as it was. She enjoyed every second of it. "We can just get undressed and warm up while our clothes dry."
"You're a fucking genius," Santana murmurs against Rachel's lips.
Once they're inside, Santana runs naked with their clothes and throws them into the washing machine. Because yeah, her top and Rachel's panties were kind of just on the driveway and they need to be cleaned, and a little blood from her split knuckle got onto Rachel's dress.
On the way back to her room, she grabs a spare quilt from the linen closet and walks into her bedroom to find her girlfriend with a hand between her legs and, "I tried to wait," slipping past her lips like an apology.
They get beneath the covers and Santana takes care of her girl, and they're both frustrated by their wet hair, so they braid one another's (that's someone's idea; hint: not Santana's) and then it's Rachel's hand between Santana's legs until she's saying something about wanting to feel Santana and...
Yeah. It's a good afternoon.
And you know what? When they show up at school the next day and they're both sniffling and dealing with stupid colds, everyone figures they passed the germs to one another, and Santana doesn't give a fuck what people think. Rachel holds out a cough drop and Santana takes it from the girl's fingers using her mouth.