Certainly Something | NC17 | Glee
Title: Certainly Something
Prompt: Q is for Queer
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Challenge
Fandom: Rachel/Santana, Glee
Requested by: lestobiosis
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 196
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I like these two together. Let me know what you think!
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“I’m not queer, you know,” Santana says matter-of-factly despite the fact that her hand is currently under Rachel’s sweater.
Rachel squeaks as Santana pinches her nipple and she furrows her brow. “I don’t like that word.”
“But your dads are queer,” Santana points out, pushing Rachel’s bra up so it’s out of the way. “It’s just…what they are.”
“I prefer to think of them as-oh!-gay,” Rachel responds as Santana’s free hand sneaks beneath her plaid skirt and brushes against her dampened underwear.
“Whatever,” Santana sighs, pausing her diatribe long enough to suck on the sensitive flesh behind Rachel’s ear. She passes her knuckles along the length of Rachel’s cotton-covered slit. “Just don’t forget that I’m not like them.”
Rachel says nothing. She simply nods and tips her head back against the wall of the auditorium.
“Got it?” Santana demands, twisting Rachel’s nipple warningly.
“Owe! Yeah, I got it. Just…don’t stop.”
“Good girl.” Santana pushes aside Rachel’s panties and begins to stroke her clit.
Rachel closes her eyes and decides to save her recitation of the definition of “queer” for later-after she’s gotten off. Santana may not be queer, but she’s certainly something.
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Prompt: Q is for Queer
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Challenge
Fandom: Rachel/Santana, Glee
Requested by: lestobiosis
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 196
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I like these two together. Let me know what you think!
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“I’m not queer, you know,” Santana says matter-of-factly despite the fact that her hand is currently under Rachel’s sweater.
Rachel squeaks as Santana pinches her nipple and she furrows her brow. “I don’t like that word.”
“But your dads are queer,” Santana points out, pushing Rachel’s bra up so it’s out of the way. “It’s just…what they are.”
“I prefer to think of them as-oh!-gay,” Rachel responds as Santana’s free hand sneaks beneath her plaid skirt and brushes against her dampened underwear.
“Whatever,” Santana sighs, pausing her diatribe long enough to suck on the sensitive flesh behind Rachel’s ear. She passes her knuckles along the length of Rachel’s cotton-covered slit. “Just don’t forget that I’m not like them.”
Rachel says nothing. She simply nods and tips her head back against the wall of the auditorium.
“Got it?” Santana demands, twisting Rachel’s nipple warningly.
“Owe! Yeah, I got it. Just…don’t stop.”
“Good girl.” Santana pushes aside Rachel’s panties and begins to stroke her clit.
Rachel closes her eyes and decides to save her recitation of the definition of “queer” for later-after she’s gotten off. Santana may not be queer, but she’s certainly something.
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