Just Smoke That Cigarette and Hush, PG-13/R, Rachel/Santana
Title: Just Smoke That Cigarette and Hush
Author: teleophobia
Rating: PG-13 bordering on R
Characters/Parings: Rachel/Santana
I warn you, I have no beta.
Written for this prompt in the Glee Kink Meme part 4:
Since I'm pretty sure it's never been requested on here before: Smoking fetish. As in, one character is turned on by the sight of another character smoking a cigarette. I won't say no to slash, but het or femslash would be preferred.
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The sky is grey most November mornings in Ohio. Rachel sat on the steps of McKinley High, watching the clouds go by and waiting for her dads to pick her up. Glee had ended early, seeing as Mr. Schuester had begun to hallucinate. At least, that’s what Rachel assumed had happened, as she was quite sure that she neither needed a babysitter or a sippy cup. Why Mr. Schuester had a sippy cup in his bag at all was a mystery to be unravelled at another time.
Rachel rested her head on her knees and looked to the pavement. “Hello, little ant,” she said, watching a lone ant wander across the pavement.
“Are you seriously talking to an ant?”
Rachel’s head shot up. Santana was standing beside her, watching Rachel with an expression halfway between amusement and annoyance.
“I am talking to the ant because I have nothing better to do, not because I actually believe it will respond in an--is that a cigarette?” Rachel halted her explanation (about just why talking to an ant wasn’t insane) in favor of gawking at the small, smoking item in Santana’s hand. It was, indeed, a cigarette.
“What, you’re surprised?” Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, it’s just...” Rachel trailed off, taking Santana in. Her hip was cocked with one hand resting haughtily upon it, the other held up like a movie star, cigarette hanging delicately from her fingers. The tiniest traces of smoke floated from Santana’s lips, and Rachel shouldn’t have found that as arousing as she did.
“Spit it out, Berry.”
“You just... look really... attractive right now,” Rachel stammered, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks.
Santana simply looked stunned. Her eyebrow dropped, and her cigarette swung further toward the ground, not quite slipping from her grasp. Her mouth hung open just enough to draw attention to her lips. Despite being devastated, Rachel wanted them on her own lips, right that fucking second.
“Sorry, I...” Rachel had no idea how to finish that sentence, what with being a bit sidetracked by those lips and that cigarette and those lips and that cigarette.
Ignoring Rachel’s speechlessness, Santana took another drag from her cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it beneath her foot. She regarded Rachel with curiosity, and Rachel stiffened, feeling as if she were being examined under a microscope.
“You know what you need, Berry?” Santana asked after a moment. Rachel was silent. Santana grabbed Rachel’s collar and pulled her up on her feet. “You need,” Santana said, pushing Rachel roughly against the school’s brick exterior, “to let loose once in a while,” and then she kissed her.
Rachel gasped at the unexpected contact and Santana took that chance to caress Rachel’s tongue with her own. She coaxed the slick muscle into her mouth, giving the less experienced girl a taste of smoke and nicotine and something that tasted like lust. Rachel let out a guttural groan and wove a hand into Santana’s hair, pulling it loose from her ponytail and tugging harshly. At Santana’s answering moan, Rachel grew bolder. She snuck her other hand under Santana’s uniform top and slid it down her back, relishing in how she could feel Santana’s spine arching in response. Then Rachel heard the car horn.
She froze, and Santana merely stared at her, raising her eyebrow (oh so sexily) once again. Rachel turned her head and saw her dads waiting in the car, both watching her with what appeared to be shock on their faces. Santana followed her gaze and, seeing Rachel’s parents, smirked.
“Guess we’ll have to cut this short,” she said, leaning in to nip at Rachel’s ear. Rachel yelped, startled by the sharp, sudden jolt of pleasure, which only made Santana’s smirk widen. “See you tomorrow.” Rachel felt the whisper more than she heard it, and Santana left her leaning against the brick wall with flushed cheeks.
As Rachel made her way to the car, she braced herself for the ‘talk’ that she would soon have to endure.
Author: teleophobia
Rating: PG-13 bordering on R
Characters/Parings: Rachel/Santana
I warn you, I have no beta.
Written for this prompt in the Glee Kink Meme part 4:
Since I'm pretty sure it's never been requested on here before: Smoking fetish. As in, one character is turned on by the sight of another character smoking a cigarette. I won't say no to slash, but het or femslash would be preferred.
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The sky is grey most November mornings in Ohio. Rachel sat on the steps of McKinley High, watching the clouds go by and waiting for her dads to pick her up. Glee had ended early, seeing as Mr. Schuester had begun to hallucinate. At least, that’s what Rachel assumed had happened, as she was quite sure that she neither needed a babysitter or a sippy cup. Why Mr. Schuester had a sippy cup in his bag at all was a mystery to be unravelled at another time.
Rachel rested her head on her knees and looked to the pavement. “Hello, little ant,” she said, watching a lone ant wander across the pavement.
“Are you seriously talking to an ant?”
Rachel’s head shot up. Santana was standing beside her, watching Rachel with an expression halfway between amusement and annoyance.
“I am talking to the ant because I have nothing better to do, not because I actually believe it will respond in an--is that a cigarette?” Rachel halted her explanation (about just why talking to an ant wasn’t insane) in favor of gawking at the small, smoking item in Santana’s hand. It was, indeed, a cigarette.
“What, you’re surprised?” Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, it’s just...” Rachel trailed off, taking Santana in. Her hip was cocked with one hand resting haughtily upon it, the other held up like a movie star, cigarette hanging delicately from her fingers. The tiniest traces of smoke floated from Santana’s lips, and Rachel shouldn’t have found that as arousing as she did.
“Spit it out, Berry.”
“You just... look really... attractive right now,” Rachel stammered, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks.
Santana simply looked stunned. Her eyebrow dropped, and her cigarette swung further toward the ground, not quite slipping from her grasp. Her mouth hung open just enough to draw attention to her lips. Despite being devastated, Rachel wanted them on her own lips, right that fucking second.
“Sorry, I...” Rachel had no idea how to finish that sentence, what with being a bit sidetracked by those lips and that cigarette and those lips and that cigarette.
Ignoring Rachel’s speechlessness, Santana took another drag from her cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it beneath her foot. She regarded Rachel with curiosity, and Rachel stiffened, feeling as if she were being examined under a microscope.
“You know what you need, Berry?” Santana asked after a moment. Rachel was silent. Santana grabbed Rachel’s collar and pulled her up on her feet. “You need,” Santana said, pushing Rachel roughly against the school’s brick exterior, “to let loose once in a while,” and then she kissed her.
Rachel gasped at the unexpected contact and Santana took that chance to caress Rachel’s tongue with her own. She coaxed the slick muscle into her mouth, giving the less experienced girl a taste of smoke and nicotine and something that tasted like lust. Rachel let out a guttural groan and wove a hand into Santana’s hair, pulling it loose from her ponytail and tugging harshly. At Santana’s answering moan, Rachel grew bolder. She snuck her other hand under Santana’s uniform top and slid it down her back, relishing in how she could feel Santana’s spine arching in response. Then Rachel heard the car horn.
She froze, and Santana merely stared at her, raising her eyebrow (oh so sexily) once again. Rachel turned her head and saw her dads waiting in the car, both watching her with what appeared to be shock on their faces. Santana followed her gaze and, seeing Rachel’s parents, smirked.
“Guess we’ll have to cut this short,” she said, leaning in to nip at Rachel’s ear. Rachel yelped, startled by the sharp, sudden jolt of pleasure, which only made Santana’s smirk widen. “See you tomorrow.” Rachel felt the whisper more than she heard it, and Santana left her leaning against the brick wall with flushed cheeks.
As Rachel made her way to the car, she braced herself for the ‘talk’ that she would soon have to endure.