Shooting the Rapids - Chapter Ten
Title: Shooting the Rapids
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: NC-17
Length: 39,304 / 105,220
Spoilers: Possible mentions of up to Season 2 finale
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Summary: The sequel to Standing on a Precipice. Rachel and Santana have managed to survive the turbulent waters of the loss of Jesse and the shocking truth hidden in Santana’s marriage. Now two years later, new troubles arise with Shelby taking a stand in defense of her daughter against Santana’s "corruption" and the involvement of the tabloids as the couple becomes more and more drawn into the public eye. Kayla’s success in gymnastics brings interest from an unexpected direction and Santana has decided she wants to try again for a child of her own. Can they survive as a couple and help their children thrive amidst the chaos?
Warnings (highlight to read): Pregnancy, angst, children, non-con and drugging and talks thereof in later chapters
Chapter 10
Two weeks after Santana's freak out about the baby not moving, everything was better. She had calmed down some and stopped worrying as much, relying on the doctor and her girlfriend to tell her the that the baby was okay. She was seven months pregnant and her body was on fire half the time with want and exhausted the other half the time. She got up from her desk after nearly a half an hour of wiggling in her chair trying to get comfortable. She had just finished a meeting with the executive team and, her schedule now clear until later, she quickly headed to her girlfriend's office down the hall. Santana pushed through the door, closed and locked it after herself.
"Rachel?" She murmured as she moved closer to the woman's desk, her face breaking out into a grin when she realized that Rachel was wearing a skirt that day.
Rachel, for her part, was getting frustrated. She didn't know how Santana managed to keep on top of things for so long and make it look so easy on top of everything else. And with the director of Artist Relations out for two weeks to help with his new baby - leaving her to take care of his department alone - she was about ready to tear her hair out and scream in frustration.
When Santana came in, her collar was undone and her normally neatly kept hair was tied back in a rumpled ponytail, strands of hair going everywhere from how often she'd been scratching at her head or running her fingers over her hair as she tried to puzzle through Director Peterson's notes. Her cheaters - she refused to get regular glasses - slid down her nose as her head jerked up at the unexpected entrance.
"Santana?" She looked confused and frazzled, "Is everything okay? Oh my gosh, it's not time to leave already is it? I've hardly even started on figuring out what Greg left in my lap..."
The pregnant woman just looked at her moved and moved closer, she pulled the woman's chair out and quickly dropped to her knees in front of her. "Keep working." Santana explained as she began running her hands up Rachel's legs. "Keep working, I'll make you feel better."
Rachel started, confused, at the first touch of gentle hands on her thighs. "W-what... Santana! My curtains are open! What are you doing... Anyone could see!"
She was feeling anxious and self-conscious, knowing she hardly looked her best at that moment, but it was Santana. The beautiful mother of their child. And she couldn't help the way her nipples hardened under her shirt just looking down at the pregnant woman kneeling before her and slowly stroking her thighs.
The kneeling woman looked up and smiled softly as she slid her hands up the woman's thighs. "I want you. I want you now and I don't care who sees." Santana pulled Rachel's panties down and shoved them in the pocket of her cardigan before moving the skirt up Rachel's waist before slipping her head under and letting the fabric fall over her head as she placed kisses to her girlfriend's thighs.
"S-santana..." Rachel's voice trembled as she tried to let her breath out in a controlled sigh instead of the gasp that threatened to leap from her throat at the first brush of warm lips over her sensitive inner thighs.
She dragged her eyes open in time to catch a confused looking Mary from HR trying to open the - thankfully - locked door. She shook her head with a weak smile, holding up a sheaf of papers from her desk and trying desperately not to tremble at her lover's touch. Rachel sighed with relief as Mary smiled sympathetically and walked away.
"Y-you could have c-closed the cur- o-oh... curtains," she choked out, her legs spreading for her girlfriend as she tried desperately to look like she was working as the hall outside seemed to become Grand Central Station.
Santana just nipped at Rachel's thighs and kissed her way up to the diva's core. She pressed light kisses to Rachel's bare mound, sliding her tongue up the woman's cleft and flicked it over Rachel's clit. She kept stroking her over and over again with her tongue as she slowly worked her girlfriend to dripping wet.
"Oh God," Rachel gasped, her legs spreading as wide as they could in the confines of her skirt and chair. She hooked a leg over Santana's shoulder and barely managed to choke off a moan. The pencil in her hand was creaking ominously with the force of her grip, as she tried to contain her reactions.
She wanted to writhe. To gasp, moan and scream how amazing Santana could make her feel. But she was on display in her glass walled office where anyone could look in. She didn't know what Santana was thinking, but she was terribly nervous and it was hard to get as into what was happening as her lover clearly wanted her to as quickly as she usually did. She kept her back hunched slightly, trying to minimize how obvious her painfully tight nipples were to the people outside.
Santana kept bringing Rachel to a frenzy of want. She captured the woman's clit between her lips and started gently sucking on it, her fingers gently sliding up and down Rachel's thighs as she did so. After a few minutes Santana slid two fingers into Rachel's tight core as she kept sucking.
"S-santana," she finally gasped, unable to relax enough to find release while people could see. "Santana, s-stop! I... I can't! I'm sorry! I just can't while I'm being watched..."
When Santana heard stop she pulled away. Her lips and chin were wet with Rachel's want, she looked up from under thick eyelashes and sucked the silky liquid off her fingers as she watched her. Santana said nothing, she just sat back on her heels and looked up into hooded eyes.
"I," Rachel swallowed hard, trying to get her trembling legs under control, "I j-just... just need to close the curtains..."
She stood on legs she wasn't sure could support her weight in that moment and smoothed her skirt down. Crossing the floor as quickly as she could, she smiled brightly at the passersby and pulled the cord to let the curtains swing shut. As soon as the room was private again, she turned to where her lover was standing from behind the desk, her heart beating fast in her chest.
"You, love, are an evil woman," she shook her head with a smirk, pacing forward and unbuttoning her blouse as she did. "Now... I find myself intensely aroused and, as it is entirely your fault, what do you plan to do about it?" The blouse dangled from her fingertips for a moment before she let it fall leaving her in nothing but a black lace bra, her skirt, and her thigh high stockings and heels.
Santana licked her lips, and pulled off her shirt and pushed down her skirt so she could match her girlfriend's nudity. She wore a red matching panty and bra set that barely held in her breasts and rested under her belly. She walked closer and pulled Rachel into a hard kiss as she gently stroked her hands across the lace. "Fucking sexy." She moaned as she tweaked the woman's nipples.
Rachel's hands slid over the sides of Santana's breasts to brush lightly over her stomach, "So are you." Her voice trembled with want as she dipped her lips to her lover's neck, biting gently over the pulse throbbing just under her skin. "I want you to take me, Santana," she whispered in her lover's ear, "push me down and make me forget work and just know you for a little while..."
"I can do that." Santana whispered, her lips wrapping around Rachel's earlobe before pulling away and pushing her closer to the couch. She bent Rachel so her arms were bracing her on the back of the couch and her back and ass were exposed to the room. Santana pressed her lips to the woman's lower back, knowing that she couldn't slide their bodies together anymore with the extra inches in her front so she wanted to try taking her from behind. She slid her hands down creamy skin and down to Rachel's ass and she slid her hand in between Rachel's legs and pressed two fingers into the other girl.
"So fucking wet." She grunted and started thrusting hard into her girlfriend's pussy as she reached her other hand around and twisted Rachel's nipples between her fingers.
Rachel gasped and pressed back into Santana. It felt like she was being touched so much deeper than usual and she couldn't help but ride the woman's digits. "Oh!" she gasped at the pinched nipple, rolling her hips, "M-more, Santana... T-three... I don't want to think of anything but you loving me right now..."
With a grunt and a flick of her wrist, Santana slid another finger into Rachel's core. She heard the woman's breath hitch at the feeling of being stretched, which made her moan in appreciation. Santana braced her larger body against her with her hand roughly squeezing Rachel's breast as she continued to fuck her hard, their bodies swaying with the force of the encounter.
Rachel's hands clenched on the back of the couch so hard the material groaned under her fingers. With each hard thrust into her body she let out a short, sharp cry, her head dropping to hang between her arms and mouth gaping open to drag in as much breath as she could as her lover took her. She moved with her, pushing back into each thrust, the force scooting the heavy couch slightly forward.
"Y-yes," she panted, at first, "Yes, Santana, yes... Oh my God, Santana..." Then the sensations swept her away and it was all she could do to gasp for air and let out soft grunts and moans. Everything was building to a fever pitch in her body on top of the workup the pregnant woman had already given her. She teetered on the edge of an explosion waiting to occur.
Santana heard the tone change in her lover, she knew she was on edge. Santana pressed her lips to the small of Rachel's back as she twisted her fingers and hit against the spot nestled deep inside her. Rachel's body clenched around her fingers, holding them in a nearly vise-like grip as she stiffened, her muscles clenching so hard she couldn't even breathe for a moment.
For the moment of her climax, it seemed like everything froze. She couldn't hear anything. Couldn't see anything. Then she was sweeping along on rush of endorphins, like a kayaker caught in the current of the river being dragged inexorably over the cliff of the Palouse Falls, plunging down without any way to stop or slow down. She didn't have the breath to cry out or even gasp, the air remaining trapped in her lungs instead of coming out of her gaping lips. She panted for breath as she began to calm down, her entire body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm at her lover's hands.
Santana whimpered and pulled out and licked her fingers. "I love you." she curled around her lover.
Rachel rolled over, dropping down onto the couch and wrapping her arms around her pregnant partner. "I love you too," she whispered, still breathing heavily. "I just... you make me feel amazing, Santana." She kissed her, trailing her lips over her jaw and nipping at her ear. "Can I touch you?" she asked, knowing how the hormones always made her crave intimate contact during her later months and wondering if it was the same for her lover.
Santana groaned and nodded. "Please. Please, baby. I woke up thinking about you. I woke up wanting your mouth on my breasts." she emphasised her words with stroking her own chest and biting her lips.
Rachel chuckled softly, remembering days like that. She shifted so that Santana was resting on the couch, reaching up to undo the front clasp of her bra. "I can do that," she whispered, kissing her lover's pregnant belly, her hands drifting over soft skin to cup and gently knead full breasts.
She tried to avoid putting weight on her lover, opting to crouch over her, knees on the sofa on either side of slim hips as she kissed up her body. She caressed with lips and tongue and tiny nips, showering the pregnant woman with soft affection as she made her way up to the soft mounds of her breasts. Her tongue lathed pebbled skin with moisture before pulling back and blowing softly over them until they stood up in stiff peaks. Smiling at her accomplishment, she leaned down and carefully took one of the buds into her mouth, sucking and gently squeezing with her teeth.
"Careful," Santana warned, she had started noticing that her body had decided it was ready to nourish her unborn child so with the even more swollen breasts came a new realization she was to give birth soon. Her words dropped off as she felt Rachel sucking gently.
Rachel just smiled around the nipple in her mouth. After three pregnancies of her own, she was well aware of what Santana was warning her about. Especially after the tiny bit of fluid coated her tongue. It didn't taste like much, a little salty maybe, but nothing to freak out about. She swallowed it and released the nipple, kissing her way over to the other breast. "It's nothing to worry about, love. Just a little pre-milk." She lightly kissed the stiff peak, flicking it with just the tip of her tongue. "If it bothers you, I'll stop though..."
Santana shook her head. "Feels so good." she whispered tangling her fingers in Rachel's hair. "They just feel full.." she remarked watching her lover.
"Well, they are," Rachel pointed out, her hands cupping and stroking Santana's breasts. "It's hardly anything to be ashamed of or worried about, Santana." As the last word left her lips, she took the thus far neglected nipple between her lips and began sucking gently, lightly scraping the pebbled flesh with her teeth.
"Fuck." Santana groaned, her body on fire from the feelings coming through her. Santana's short nails raked through dark hair and pulled Rachel closer.
Rachel moaned against Santana's skin at the feeling of the nails scraping against her scalp, her lips vibrating against tender flesh. She released the stiff peak with a soft pop, raising her head to look at Santana as she slid a hand between them to brush over the swell of her stomach leading down to the barrier of her panties. "Can I taste you?" she whispered.
"Please," Santana panted, her fingers falling from her hair. "How do you want me?" she whispered, knowing they couldn't really be adventurous with her belly.
"You're perfect just the way you are, love," Rachel murmured, beginning to kiss her way down her lover's gravid body, fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties and starting to ease them down past her hips.
Reaching over, she picked up one of the small pillows from the end of the sofa and slid it under Santana's hips, raising her up. She nudged her legs, easing one down off the sofa and the other up over her shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the top of her mound, she looked up over the swell of her belly. "I love you, Santana," she spoke softly, her eyes dark as each breath brought more of the heady scent of her lover's arousal into her nose, "If I do anything to make you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. You're in control, beautiful."
"I love you." she whispered and rested her back against the fabric as felt the hot breath against her skin. "Baby, please don't tease."
"Never, Santana." Rachel whimpered, sliding her tongue between her lover's folds and gathering her juices on her tongue before holding them apart and taking the stiff bud of her clit between her lips, flicking the tip of her tongue over it.
Santana grunted wantonly, her hips arching up and one hand moving to her stomach. She wiggled around her body more sensitive then ever before. She was panting and trying to focus on staying quiet.
"Thank God for soundproofing," Rachel murmured, sliding down to press her tongue into Santana's core, stroking around her walls just inside her entrance. She moaned softly at the taste - different from what she was used to with the changes in chemistry from the pregnancy, but still delightful to her - and started carefully sliding her fingers through the wetness still slicked through her lover's folds.
Santana whimpered and she arched up, her nipples stood at attention against the feelings firming through her body. She was so close to the edge she could taste it, but her body was not willing to let get go over. Getting the feeling she was teasing the other woman too much, Rachel changed tactics.
Crawling up the woman's body, she licked and nibbled at soft skin, her fingers sliding around and around Santana's clit. When she reached her breasts, she caught one between her lips, latching teeth around the nub and tugging gently as she slid two fingers into the other woman and started pumping, curling to rub against her g-spot. She twisted her wrist so that her palm ground against Santana's clit with each thrust, slowly picking up speed.
"Shit! Fuck!" Santana gasped at the sensations, her body spasmmed and released a strong jolt as she fell into her orgasm. Her mouth dropped open and she moaned as she shook and gaped with pleasure. Rachel groaned against the nipple caught in her mouth at the feeling of Santana clinching around her. She did her best to stroke through the orgasm before sliding back down her body and carefully cleaning off the traces of their lovemaking with gentle swipes of her tongue as she carefully eased out of her. Looking up at Santana with a smile, she swirled her tongue over her fingers before sliding them into her mouth, sucking off her lover's juices.
"Delicious," she murmured, letting her eyes fall closed so she could properly appreciate her lover's taste.
Santana leaned down awkwardly and kissed Rachel, savoring the taste on her lips. "Te amo."
Rachel curled her fingers behind Santana's neck, enjoying the kiss for a moment before pulling away just enough that her lips brushed the other woman's as she spoke. "I love you too, beautiful." She gently stroked Santana's cheek with her free hand, smiling knowingly. "Hormones get the better of you?"
"Mmhum." she rested against her love. "Sleepy now." she pouted, her body frazzled by the strain and expression of lust. "Did I help your day suck less?"
"You always make my day suck less, love." Rachel replied with a soft laugh. "Let's get you redressed and you can nap here on the couch if you'd like." She brushed her fingers through Santana's hair, "I rather like the idea of being able to look up and see you sleeping. It's a very soothing visual after all and may help me maintain my equilibrium while forging through the mess that is Greg's handwriting."
Santana struggled to get dressed, giving up trying to put her panties back on as she carefully curled up on the faux leather couch. "Sing to me?" she whispered, her eyes already falling closed, allowing herself to be needy for a little while longer.
"Of course," Rachel smiled softly, walking over to her file cabinet and pulling a soft fleece blanket from the bottom drawer, returning to drape it over her lover. "Do you have any requests?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and brushing her fingers through dark hair.
Santana shook her head no, too tired to become annoyed with herself for being so needy. "Anything," she mumbled and reached for her lover's hand.
Rachel tangled her fingers with Santana, happy to be able to offer comfort to the woman who meant so much to her. Thinking a moment, she took a breath and softly began singing. "For you, we steer a house of smoke and brick and I keep it all. For you, bedecked with bicycles to pick and I keep it all. For you, it wouldn't do wandering all adrift so I keep it all. For you, there's fire in the belly of our ship, I keep it all."
She continued stroking her fingers through dark hair as she sang, her voice mellowed with age and lack of dedicated practice from the crisp sharpness of her youth, but she still played it like the finely tuned instrument it was. It dipped and flowed through the song, softening it from the quick cadence of the original into a languid ballad as she adjusted it to fit her voice on the fly. She loved singing - it had been her life for so long - but she contented herself with saving her performances for those she loved best. With three little children and one on the way, there was no way she would ever take a stage and abandon them.
Santana drifted off to sleep listening to her sing to her. She smiled softly and let herself drift away. Once she was sure that the other woman had fallen asleep, Rachel let go of her hand and settled it against her chest, tucking the blanket around her so she wouldn't catch a chill. Humming softly to herself, she unlocked her office door and made her way back over to her desk, sighing softly as she took up her pencil and began working through the mess again, glancing up every now and then to smile softly at her sleeping partner as she did.
Chapter Eleven