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Completed Para: Cookies and Forts and ... Oh My

Tagging : Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry

Location : Pezberry Apartment

What : Chilling in the living room and reconnecting

Warning: slight nsfw

Santana:

Santana collected the sheets, blankets, pillows, and flashlights to make a fort in the living room. The day had been pretty perfect so far. A late brunch in the apartment before Santana ran out to grab cookies – lots and lots of cookies; chocolate chip, snicker doodle, and a few vegan just in case Rachel was in that space. “Hey, Rach. Get your cute little ass out here. We have a fort to build.”

Rachel:

Giggling, skipping her way into the living room in her footie pajamas, Rachel appeared, hair in pig tails and smile bright. "Oh shush, I had to brush my teeth and get dressed." She pulled Santana into a hug the moment the woman had set the blankets down, and kissed her on the cheek. "Anyway, show me how to do this. I've never actually built a blanket fort before."

Santana:

“You’ve never done this? Two gay dads and you’ve never built a fort in the living room?” Santana looked over at Rachel incredulously. “And what the hell are those pajamas? It’s like Fort Knox guarding your lady bits.”

Glancing around the room, Santana assessed each piece of furniture looking for the perfect height to start from. The bookcase in the corner seemed as good a spot as any. “Grab one of the sheets. We’ll anchor it to the top of the bookcase with the heaviest book on it.”

Rachel:

Rachel rolled her eyes. "My bed as a canopy, Santana. It was princess castle," she replied seriously. "And there's nothing wrong with my pajamas. They're super comfy and super cute." But, she did as she was told, and grabbed the largest sheet, unfolding it and going over to the bookshelf. She look at the sheet, then up at the top of the shelf, then back at the sheet, before looking back to Santana. "Can you give me a lift?"

Santana:

"You are so fucking adorable." Santana smirked before stepping directly behind Rachel, casually kissing the back of her neck before wrapping an arm around Rachel's waist. Bending her knees slightly, she lifted her girlfriend up just enough to reach the top of the shelf. "Sheet down, anchor with the book, babe."

Rachel:

Rachel smiled, doing so quickly and looking altogether pleased with herself once she was set back down. She spun in Santana's arms, smirking a little. "Thank you, my fantastically strong girlfriend," she teased, running her hands up and down Santana's biceps. "What would I /ever/ do without you?"

Santana:

Santana sucked in a sharp breath. Flirty Rachel stroking her arms made her a little light headed, but they were supposed to be keeping things light and fun. No sex. Right, no sex. That little declaration definitely sucked ass. "How about we don't find that out? Agreed? Good." Santana knew she was playing with fire, her cock was already responding to the light touch, but she needed to feel Rachel's lips on hers, desperately. "I think you should give your /fantastically strong/ girlfriend a kiss."

Rachel:

Rachel obliged, sighing into the kiss as she pressed her lips against Santana's own, wrapping her arms around the other woman's neck and letting her body melt into Santana's. It was terrifying, in a way, how easily she could just... relax into Santana like this, and how easy it would be to just give in, push her against the couch and- But no. They had made the rule for a reason, and even now, as comforting as the closeness felt, and as /right/ as the kissing felt, anything more... Rachel knew the consequences, and she knew better. So, she stepped away slowly, lingering only for a moment, then giggled. "You know, I'm pretty sure you have to do more than just stand there looking hot in order to build a blanket fort. Or are you going to make your princess do all the work?"

Santana:

Santana's eyes fluttered closed the moment Rachel's lips were on hers. She missed this, this level of closeness and ease of being together. It was obvious Rachel was struggling with this too and for whatever reason that pleased Santana a little bit. "I'm not the one who has never done this, am I?" Santana tapped her index finger lightly on Rachel's nose, a smile playing on her lips. "We'll keep it simple and pull the sheet over the back of the couch and weight it down there. We can leave it open in the front and with the shades pulled, the back will be naturally dark."

Rachel:

Face scrunching as Santana tapped her knows, Rachel giggled again, but nodded. "Alright, lead away, fantastically strong girlfriend."

About 15 minutes later Rachel found her back pressed against Santana's front, a pair of strong arms around her waist, and a several pillows around her, three blankets on her, and three more blankets under her. It was wonderful, and snug, and the upright standing flashlights (on their lowest setting) gave a surprisingly warm and comfortable glow on the inside of the fort. They had added one more blanket atop the sheet for extra cover and darkening purposes, and were curled up together, Rachel in Santana's arms as Rachel periodically fed Santana pieces of cookie over her shoulder. "Mmm.. This was definitely a good idea. It's like camping, but warmer."

Santana:

Inside the fort with Rachel leaning against, it was so easy to lose herself in the moment. The events of the past week were a distant memory, not forgotten but pushed to the far recesses of her mind and out of reach for today at least. “Cookies are definitely the way to my …. heart.” Santana moaned low, and only slight exaggeration in response. “That bakery is the best and my girl feeding me makes them better.”

Placing a few light kisses to the fuzzy fabric of Rachel’s pajamas, Santana cradled her closer against her chest. Her tshirt had ridden up slightly from the waist band of her lounging pants and Rachel’s clothes were tickling that bared bit of skin.

Rachel:

Snuggling back in a little more, turning so that her shoulder was against Santana's chest so that she could rest her head against Santana's own shoulder, Rachel leaned in to swipe her tongue across her girlfriend's lips, removing a few cookie crumbs from them. "Your girl feeding you period makes you happy, dear, just admit it." She then shifted them around, so that they were laying down on their sides, and turned back so that Santana was spooning her. "But that's alright. Someone has to make sure you eat. Otherwise you'd lose your strength and that sexy body of yours."

Santana:

“Oh Jesus.” This girl would be the death of her, Santana was certain of it. Her bottom lip tingled from that mere tiny little run of Rachel’s tongue across it. “Hell yeah. And it’s cookies. Sooooo , feed me anytime, baby.” Shifting her hips, Santana wrapped her arm around Rachel’s midsection and held her closer. She dropped her head to the pillow and breathed out a contented sigh. Santana kissed Rachel’s shoulder lightly, her eyes closed. “You worried about my sexy body? It’ll still be here when it comes time to put it back into action.”

Rachel:

Humming happily, Rachel rested her weight back fully into Santana, closing her eyes as well. She was warm, exceedingly comfortable, and very much happy. It would be easy to pretend the other night never happened, but Rachel knew better, and her shoulder still ached a little bit when she moved in the wrong way, or there was too much pressure on the slowly receding bruise. "So... When /did/ Legally Blonde become a favorite movie of yours? And did you know it's actually also a Broadway musical?"

Santana:

Santana wound her fingers through Rachel's and let their joined hands rest against the other woman's pajama covered abdomen.

"It's funny and a bit of a chick flick. No matter how many times I see it, it makes me laugh. And I don't have to pay too much attention to it all the time." Santana moved her free hand to Rachel's hair and began massaging her scalp. Rachel's hair was soft and shiny, falling loose tonight instead of pulled back tightly. "A musical? That sounds like a really bad idea. Have you seen it?"

Rachel:

"It's hilarious," Rachel giggled, smiling more as Santana's deft hands combed through her hair. "And I'm not sure how you translate it into a chick-flick. She completely shoots down the guy she was going after at first, and you don't find out that she's with Kemmet until the end when she graduates Harvard." Turning in Santana's arms, cuddling into her chest and sighing happily, Rachel yawns. "I'm glad we did this. I'm also glad you're a living furnace."

Santana:

Santana chuckled a little shaking her head. "You are dressed for an igloo instead of living room fort, babe, but I won't complain ... too much ... with you in my arms." Rolling a little more onto her back and into the blankets covering the floor, Santana cradled Rachel more fully on her chest and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad too, but it sounds like you are thinking more about napping than flashlight animals."

Rachel:

Rachel pouted, resting her chin on Santana's chest so that she could see her. "I can't help it. You don't realize how perfectly comfortable you are. And your voice has that low, husky quality to it that just sort of... makes my brain fizzle out, for a variety of reasons. In this case, it's soothing, and makes me sleepy. So actually this is your fault completely and I'm just a hapless victim of your feminine wiles."

Santana:

"You ..." Santana drew in a ragged breath, "This not having sex thing is harder than ... no scratch that as hard as I thought it would be, especially with you here now looking at me like that. I want to kiss you and never stop."

Rachel:

Rachel smiled, pulling back a little and sitting up to straddle Santana's waist, staying on her stomach and well above her waistline. "Okay, serious question time. Have you been masturbating regularly?" she asked, straight-faced and perfectly calm, no hint of teasing in her voice at all. In fact, there was actually a little concern showing through, more than anything.

Santana:

Santana bit her lip and shook her head again. For a moment, she considered not answering but Rachel was like a bulldog with a bone once she adopted serious face and wanted to talk. "No. It's not like that's been at the forefront of my head the last few days."

Rachel:

Nodding, Rachel replied, "Well, while that is understandable, for the sake of your health, as well as aiding your own self control, I must insist that you return to your regular masturbatory schedule as soon as you can. You've a very active sexual life, and I know for a fact that, especially with your genitalia, forgoing regular masturbation can be harmful. Besides, you need to be at the top of your game once you start work, and constantly thinking about sex, and how you are not currently getting any relief, can't possibly be good for that."

Santana:

"You must insist, huh?" Santana fought to contain a laugh. This was the most ridiculous conversation to be having, especially with her hot as hell girlfriend straddling her stomach. "It doesn't really work like that, Rachel. I ... I mean we had a very active sex life, but jerking off really isn't the same thing. I'll be fine. Nobody ever died from blue balls no matter what they tried to convince you of." Santana smoothed her hands down Rachel's arms. "Though I'm grateful right now for the chastity belt that is these fuzzy footed pajamas."

Rachel:

The pout was back, and Rachel shook her head. "Nope. I did research. While it's not the same as sex, it /is/ good for you. So, again, I insist," she replied earnestly. "You can even use my underwear again if that helps. And, again, there's nothing wrong with my pjs. You're just jealous."

Santana:

"I'm jealous that they get to touch your naked body and I don't. That's true." Santana replied in full jackass mode but with a hint of humor. Despite their position on the floor, despite the topic of conversation, she was not pushing to have sex or even trying to go all woe is me. "If I agree, will you leave this topic alone. If I had been popping wood, it's long gone now anyway."

Rachel:

Rachel rolled her eyes, but relented. “Fine, deal. Besides, that’s probably for the best. I’d hate for you to have to leave me alone and cold so that you could relieve yourself,” she said, playing with Santana’s shirt material.

Santana:

“Will you please stop. Seriously, I’m not suddenly going to be overcome with the need to jerk off and leave you in the fort alone.” Santana rolled her eyes and sighed in an almost Rachel Berry like fashion. “Besides, you have the cookies. No way in hell are you being left alone with my cookies.”

Rachel:

Leaning down, Rachel pecked Santana on the nose. “Fair point, I guess. But I still win this round. Again, mind you.” She smirked, raising her brow. “You’re not being a very good lawyer at this point, dear. Just so you know.”

Santana:

“I am not conceding the point, merely the lack of outcome.” Santana kissed Rachel’s lips simply because she could. It was a lightish kiss in order to avoid the want for more. “You and your brat are out to play. I think I’m going to have to get creative at punishing you while a spanking or other means like that are out of the question.”

Rachel:

“I’m surprised you’re still willing to do that. But, it’s probably for the best. Someone has to keep my ‘brat’ under control.” Rachel smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. “And, well, I’m certainly not going to do so.”

Santana:

“Finding a way to deal with it is a whole lot better on my sanity, princess.” Santana shook her head but smiled at her girlfriend. “No. You have never been very good at tamping down on your brat before, wouldn’t expect now to be different. Maybe we will negotiate with those ridiculous documentaries and other tv viewings….”

Santana repositioned Rachel back over her, encouraging her to lay prone against her body again. “What do you want to do now, babe?”

Rachel:

Rachel settled down against Santana, using her girlfriend’s chest as a pillow once again, and smiled. “Mmm… I dunno. I could just lay here with you, listening to you talk. I’d say talk about your work, but then you use all of that legal jargon and your extensive vocabulary makes an appearance, and, well… It’s hard to focus at that point.” She sighed, closing her eyes again. “Tell me a story? From when you were little. Preferably avoiding any of the parts that involved you picking on me at the playground, though.”

Santana:

“You are totally going to drive me to drink, woman….” Santana teased her fingers up and down Rachel’s back enjoying the fuzzy warm material. “I beat up Puckerman once around third grade. He was going to try to steal your lunch money. Does that count as a story?”

Santana wracked her head for anything worthy of telling. “Oh I have one. My brothers and I were staying with my abuela because my folks were doing a medical convention of something. It was maybe three in the afternoon, but we were all starving. She sent us to the kitchen and we made huge ham sandwiches. Want to guess how much trouble we were in when she went to make dinner and found the dinner ham carved to pieces. Wasn’t pretty. At all.”

Rachel:

Rachel sat up a little, furrowing her brows. “Wait, wait. You beat up Noah for me? That doesn’t make sense… You’ve antagonized me at least for…” she paused, trying to think when Santana actually started to go out of her way to be cruel to Rachel.

While the girl, now woman, had never been a friend, and had, every so often, joined in the taunts from the rest of Rachel’s peers, now that she thought about it, Santana hadn’t actually started directly bullying Rachel until she became close friends with Quinn. “Oh… Hm… You know, I still never learned why Quinn always went after me… Well, I don’t think I know the actual reason. People have told me all sorts of things, including her. Always felt like I was missing something, though…”

Santana:

“Yeah. Uhm … about all that .. I think I should lead with an I’m sorry for all that stuff. I’ve said that before, but you know it bears saying again.” Santana closed her eyes and breathed in deeply through her nose. Fuck. She and Rachel were in a pretty tenuous place in their relationship, barely into rebuilding it, and … Rachel wasn’t really asking for her opinion on Quinn, but it felt almost like a lie by omission to keep her mouth shut. Insecurity ran through her and she struggled to not wrap her tightly in her arms and claim her as hers.

“No matter how many times I told Quinn to nut up and tell you, she never did. Girl had a crush on you the size of a football field in high school. It’s why she put the target on your back, why she tried to belittle you so she wouldn’t have to deal with liking girls. Her upbringing wouldn’t have allowed for that any more than it dealt with her pregnancy and you know how that went over.” Santana leaned up on her elbow and met Rachel’s gaze not daring to ask the question still on the tip of her tongue.

Rachel:

Rachel blinked, sitting up a little more. “Quinn had a crush on me?” she asked, unsure how to process the information. Then she huffed, sighing out a heavy breath. “...Well… It does explain a lot… In hindsight… It’s not a good excuse at all, seeing as I was completely miserable and were it not for my stubborn attitude and, well, ego, could have done much more than just have me crying at night in bed for a few years… But… Huh…”

Rachel sat back onto Santana’s stomach once more, going over how she felt about the whole thing in her head, trying to put together some of the pieces better. “I suppose I can’t fault her for not telling me, but that also does put are various, semi-consistent and tension filled bonding moments in the bathrooms into a certain perspective… Sort of…” Finally, Rachel looked down at Santana, smiling a little. “It’s probably for the best that I didn’t hear about it until now. I may have… I don’t know… Tried something. And I think, given how Quinn and I are it would have ended up toxic, and we’d have lost the ability to actually have the kind of friendship that we do.”

She leaned down, kissing Santana slowly, taking her time as she pulled away several moments later. “Thank you for telling me, and apology, again, accepted. At least, in some strange way, everything that happened ended up leaded to us. And I like that, a lot.”

Santana:

Santana watched with rapt attention as Rachel seemed to process Quinn’s crush. She knew there would be hell to pay, okay more hell to pay after the bar incident, but hell to pay with Quinn after this, but it totally wasn’t her fault the other woman hadn’t had the guts to do it herself. Her nervousness built as the realization completely settled in Rachel’s features but that was quieted a little when Rachel pressed those sweet kisses on her lips.

“Yeah? You’re sure?” Santana hated, really fucking hated, how insecure and vulnerable she sounded and felt, but there was something about Rachel that pushed her to be more open no matter how much it felt like her insides were being pulled through her nose with a coat hanger. “I like this … a lot too. And no matter how much I like the blonde bitch, I would fight for you.”

Rachel:

Rachel taps her lips in thought, narrowing her eyes, as though in serious consideration. “Well… It would pretty hot to see you two fighting for my affections. Slim clothing- or even perhaps naked- mud wrestling, going head to head for the honor making me yours…” She brightens up, bouncing lightly on her girlfriend’s stomach and clapping her hands, looking down at her.

“Or! Or! Trying to out-romance the other. Showering me with gifts and affection, attempting to prove who the better lover would be~” By the end, Rachel nearly fell over in giggles, unable to keep up the act, and not really wanting to.

Just the idea made her laugh, though the image of Santana wrestling Quinn nude more turned her on… Though mostly because any time Santana was in skimpy clothing that barely concealed and held her assets, well… It just made Rachel hot. Really hot.

Santana:

“I could totally take her.” Santana rolled them until Rachel’s back hit the blankets covering the floor. She settled over her, pressing down on her with her body weight and kissing the expanse of her neck and jawline. “Or we can simply agree that that ship has sailed and you are mine.”

Yeah, okay. The phrasing was possessive, but the tone held a playful air that had missing from the past few days. “But if you absolutely need naked mud wrestling, I’m pretty sure Quinn would agree and you could get all hot and bothered ogling from the side lines.”

Rachel:

Letting out a sudden rush of air, Rachel opened her eyes to see Santana hovering above her, feeling her own cheeks get flush as a flustered giggle escaped her lips. “I suppose we can agree to that,” she teased back, licking her lips reflexively. “But for the record, seeing you in a bikini is all I need to get ‘hot and bothered’,” admitted the smaller woman, tone playful but with an undertone of sincerity.

“You really just do… God… terrible things to me, Santana Lopez. It’s really not fair. You’re a walking weapon, you know. Your legs, your chest, your ass… And let’s not even try to forget the not-so-little-at-all package between your legs. It’s actually rude,” giggled Rachel, her legs squeezing Santana’s hips a little.

Santana:

“Rude?” Santana quirked a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “No, baby. Rude is having to carry a large handbag because I never know when you will text me something or call and say something that will have me popping wood walking down the street. Rude is your ass. It’s round and perfect for my hands. Rude is your legs and how impossibly long they are … especially wrapped around my waist while you rub against my cock.”

Santana rocked forward and pressed her hips into the juncture of Rachel’s thighs moaning as she felt herself twitch and start to get hard. Licking her lips, Santana held Rachel’s gaze with desire filled eyes before closing the distance between them and kissing her hard.

Rachel:

Rachel hissed, moaning breathlessly as she felt Santana’s growing hardness against her dampening core. “That’s not-” but she was cut off by plush lips, and immediately her hips rocked up to meet Santana’s, a more audibly moan escaping from between their molded lips this time. She didn’t care what Santana said; she was rude, not Rachel. Because it was really, really rude to be on top of her, pressing into her and on her completely, and probably expect Rachel to maintain a semblance of self-control.

It wasn’t sex if they kept their clothes on, right? Was Santana okay with this? Because Rachel felt pretty damn okay with this. This was… This was intimacy, not fucking. And sure, Santana wasn’t in her, and Rachel wasn’t yet okay with them going all that way, but still. The closeness was perfect, and the ever so light domination was a cherry on top.

And even as all those things race through her mind, Rachel kissed back, opening her lips easily to Santana’s tongue and not bothering to stop her hips as they steadily rolled up against her girlfriend’s, every brush of the growing hardness against her clit making her cry out softly.

Santana:

Santana growled, out and out growled swallowing the little cries of pleasure reverberating against her lips as they kissed and continued to grind into each other. She was not afraid to admit that she had missed this, missed the sweet level of intimacy as they drove each other closer and closer to the edge, sharing things that were uniquely theirs.

Edge … close … Finally, those thoughts broke Santana out of the cloud of desire that had seemingly stolen every other rational thought. Her cock was rock hard, pulsing, begging for release. Tearing her mouth away from Rachel’s, Santana breathed a ragged breath, panting as her chest heaved with the effort to inhale deeply. “Oh fuck, Rach. I’m going to need to go … take care of this.”

And because she was an idiot, Santana gave into temptation and stole a few more kisses which led to a few more until their hips were moving once again and the head of Santana’s dick was brushing on Rachel’s swollen clit with each thrust forward. It was exhilarating even through the layers of clothing. “Maybe these damn footy pajamas aren’t as much of a deterrent as I thought.”

Rachel:

Breathing heavily, Rachel can’t quite make words, but she tries anyway. “We-we’re not-- naked,” she manages, as though to express what she had been thinking. That it’s different, but acceptable, as long as they can keep their clothes on. And her pajama choice definitely helps that.

She doesn’t let Santana pull away anymore, either, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck, her legs around her hips, and grinding up every time Santana grinds down.

The hot, throbbing cock between her girlfriend’s legs is pressing and rolling into her perfectly, every thrust hitting her clit exactly right, and pushing the air right from her lungs. There’s a distinct lack of fullness, of feeling Santana in her, but that’s alright. The growling, the powerful body over her… Rachel is falling over into white-hot bliss before she even has a chance to say it, and she cums with a moan, body bringing Santana as close to her as possible, hips jittering and nails digging into the woman’s back.

Santana:

Not … naked. Oh. Okay. That’s the criteria they were going to use. Maybe Santana should have argued, but those long ass legs were wrapped around her waist, that wet wet pussy - yeah she could feel the wet heat through the layers - was pressed against her so beautifully and all rational thought fled.

Her world narrowed to the look of ecstasy etched into Rachel’s features, her mouth open just slightly, eyes dark and wanting as if looking into her entire being. One roll, two and then the sweet sting of Rachel’s nails in the sensitive skin of her back that was Santana’s undoing. With a whimpered plea, Santana grunted Rachel’s name and came all in her pants, the warm sticky fluid barely registering through the haze of orgasm. “Un .. unexpected. I’ve … missed that.”

Rachel:

Body still humming and fluttering with aftershocks, Rachel’s muscle turn limp, and she’s essentially a pile of mush under Santana, eyes blown and expression dazed from her climax. She had another, much smaller, orgasm at the feel of Santana’s own release against her, and her heart was just barely starting to calm down, along with her panting.

“Y-yeah,” she forced out, gulping in air. “Me, too. Wow.” And that was, what? Two..? Three days or four of essentially being separate from each other?

Rachel had no idea how long the “no sex” rule was going to have to stay in place, but she had a feeling that, when they both finally came back to that place, where they could do that, the right way, the first few times was going be explosive. And… if the growling was any clue… Maybe making Santana comfortable with her possessive side, and focusing it, wouldn’t be as large of a hurdle as she had originally thought.

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