Jealous Pezberry (in a relationship) while Quinn is in town. 'Cause Quinntana sex and slightly Faberry crush in Highschool. :D
Rachel sucked in a deep breath. “Quinn?” she asked, trying to seem unaffected and neutral, “She’s going to be here for the weekend?”
"Yeah." Smoothing down the fabric over her breasts as she straightened from her seat, leaning down to pick up her shoulder bag, Santana smiled, tilting her head, "We have the room, don’t we?"
The room is not the problem, Rachel thought. They were still new. She and Santana were still new.
She and Santana were still new while Santana and Quinn and even Rachel and Quinn were not.
"You think that’s wise?" Rachel tried again, hands rising, coming up to curl around Santana’s shoulders, "Especially since your mom just left…?”
Santana’s hands cupped her hips, hot and searing even through her sweater. “Mi mamí loved you,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Rachel’s nose, “Jus’ like I knew she would. What? You think she’d approve of Q more?”
Smothering her immediate scoff, Rachel pushed her lips against Santana’s, kissing her with as much passion as she could muster. “Of course not,” she husked, only pulling back enough so her words could be heard, her lips brushing against Santana’s as she spoke, “I gave her the best I could give. I just.” She lowered her eyes. “Quinn?”
Shifting forward, Santana kissed her solidly. “Rache,” she murmured lowly, stroking Rachel’s waist with her thumb, “Are you really so jealous?”
“Yes, you are.” She raised her eyebrow.
Rolling her eyes, smiling faintly, Rachel nodded. “Fine. I am. But can you really blame me?” She pushed back, her hands falling to press against Santana’s upper arms. She frowned; she didn’t like thinking about this. “You slept with her.”
“On the same night you slept with Finn.” Nodding, seemingly already having anticipated this reaction, Santana tilted her head, “While you were still in a relationship with Brody, I might add.”
“That was – “ Rachel’s eyes flew up to meet Santana’s.
“I know, I know. You had an open relationship. And it’s not like I’ve been a saint.” Squeezing Rachel’s sides, Santana continued, “Rachel. Have I cheated in the past? Yes. Have I cheated on you?”
Rachel sucked her lower lip in her mouth, and she shook her head. “No.”
“Damn straight. I haven’t. But.” Shaking her head, Santana drew Rachel back into her, slipping her hands under her sweater to get at her skin directly, “How about you? You are the one who used to have the hugest lady boner for Q for years.”
“But that’s so over!” Jumping forward, making Santana sway with the force she’d put behind it, Rachel shook her head, fingers contracting around Santana’s shoulders, “It’s you. It’s all you.”
“And it’s all you,” Santana answered patiently. “Rache. Q’s one of my oldest friends. Yes, I slept with her. But she’s still my friend.”
Muttering, “She’s my friend too,” Rachel nodded.
“Exactly! She’s our friend. And she needs a place to stay while her dorm gets fumigated.” Both of Santana’s eyebrows rose this time. “Aren’t you the one who offered her a place to stay whenever she’d need it? Besides.” Dragging her fingernails up Rachel’s waist, Santana leaned in to kiss her solidly. “Babe,” she whispered, gently biting down on Rachel’s lip, “You’re the one who makes me wet. You’re the one I want sexin’ me up.”
Shivering at the sultry whisper but humming in her throat as her girlfriend’s arms wrap around her, hands now having pushed her sweater up enough to splay out along her back and just at her bra, Rachel kissed her back. “I love you,” she allowed quietly, it equally a question for reaffirmation as it was an apology and simple truth.
Continuing to kiss her, Santana made an asked for sound of affirmation. “I know. Dork.” She smiled, “But the jealousy’s kinda cute. Just don’t overdo it.”
Nodding, Rachel laughed when Santana suddenly and expertly undid the clasp of her bra, tangling her hands in her hair. “Your app-appointment?” she gasped as she pushed up into the other girl.
In answer, Santana slipped off her shoulder bag. “Fuck ‘em,” she murmured, tugging up Rachel’s sweater so she could dip her head to nuzzle against Rachel’s breasts before Rachel knew what she was doing, “I’s got a girlfriend to bring off.”
“Oh.” Moaning, now clutching at Santana’s neck and shoulder, Rachel didn’t protest when Santana swung her around, depositing her down onto the couch before climbing onto her.
No, she knew she’d probably bring this up again later, and no, she knew she wasn’t fully over it, but oh yes, she arched up into Santana, welcoming her body pressing down into her and her tongue in her mouth, did she know she wanted this physical, overwhelming reminder of how much Santana wanted her!
