NOTES: Rachel’s second recording session goes a little better than her last... though no less embarrassing
“That was great, sweetheart, but can we do one more for safety?”
Sweetheart. Rachel would normally find the use of such a familiar pet name in a professional setting more than a little offensive but it had actually proven useful in her first session to separate her, Rachel Berry, from Charlotte, a young — but not too young — woman intent on improving her grade average at her private academy through the expedient method of sleeping her way through the faculty. Personally, Rachel would have at least tried a little more time studying before jumping straight to all her time on her back but she wasn’t Charlotte and that was sort of the point of ‘Sweetheart;
“You’re the boss.”
“Actually, I’m the Boss.” Cassandra’s voice broke over the intercom and Rachel looked up from her script to notice the Blonde had entered the booth. “He just works for me. You both do, come to think of it.”
The blush that Rachel had, more or less, been able to fight off during her session quickly started to creep across her cheeks. The appearance of the older woman bringing into sharp focus the feeling of warm air caressing her private parts.
She would never admit it but when Rachel arrived for her second session, she’d actually been a little bit disappointed that Cassie hadn’t been waiting to greet her. The brunette had wanted to show that she’d taken the older woman’s advice — or challenge depending on how you wanted to look at it — to heart and had forgone her panties.
Not for the whole day, though, that would be silly. Rachel had removed the pair she’d put on that morning just before she’d set out for the studio.
Now, after an hour of watching pornography to time her readings to, and the sound engineer patiently waiting within ear shot, she didn’t feel quite as bold.
“Any notes?” Rachel wasn’t sure why she asked the question. Cassie’s assessment of her first session had been ‘won’t leave a soft cock in the house’ which the younger woman translated as ‘acceptable’. She wanted to write the inquiry off as nothing more than what any good employee or performer would do when faced with their employer or de facto producer. Something told her that wasn’t all there was too it.
But she didn’t want to dwell on that thought any longer than she wanted to dwell on the unfamiliar and highly titillating feeling between her thighs.
“A little more ‘UNF’ wouldn’t hurt.”
Rachel blinked. “ ‘Unphh’?”
Cassie’s face broke into a wide grin. “You are too adorable for words, you know that?” Before Rachel could reply, Cassandra continued. “Universal Noise of Fucking. You’re trying to sell the sound of a woman getting fucked so hard and deep that she’s about to forget her own name. Sex it up a little, throw in those breathy little pants and moans that I’m sure drive your lovers wild.”
Rachel glanced down at her script again, refocusing her efforts on stemming the tide of crimson washing over her cheeks. It was a loosing battle and one that only made her even more aware of the line of liquid heat building between her folds.
“I, uh. I’ll do my best.”
“I’m sure you will.” Cassie cut the intercom and tapped her sound guy on the shoulder. “How’s she doing?”
“I thought she was great but-“
“No, she is. But I want to see what she can do when she really pulls out the stops so don’t be afraid to push her. And when she’s done, I want to hear the track asap, got me.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And don’t call me Ma’am. What am I, your grandmother.”
“Fuck, I hope not.” The engineer muttered under his breath, painfully aware just how awkward that would make some of his private fantasies about her. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he clicked the intercom back on. “Whenever your ready, We’ll take it from the top.”
“Mmhmm.” Rachel still didn’t look up from her script, all too aware of the Blonde’s eyes still watching her.
“Fucking adorable.” Cassie, still grinning, said to herself before she finally turned to leave. “Have her come to my office before you bring me the tracks.”
Santana’s afternoon kicked into high gear the minute she kissed Rachel goodbye at the theatre. Bribing Mike had been easy enough and she was certain Rachel’s hang up bag had been delivered to her dressing area just as she had requested.
From there, Santana busied herself with setting up the rooftop terrace of their apartment building. All week, Santana had bargained with each and every resident of the building to make sure no one was going to mess this up for her. Everything had to be as perfect as she should make it. This was crazy important.
Three large heaters would make sure they weren’t freezing up there. Flowers were in strategically placed in vases around the entire space - roses, daisies, lillies every where. White lights were strung along the perimeter just so and portable speakers played some light classical music. Finally, a small table was placed in the far corner near one of the heaters. On it - a bouquet of star gazers popped beautifully against the stark white table cloth covering the scratched wooden surface and a bottle of Rachel’s favorite red wine and two glasses.
Checking her watch, Santana took a deep breath and realized it was time to meet the car downstairs. With a final glance around the space, Santana barely resisted the urge to high five herself. It looked amazing and pretty close to the vision she had in her head.
Santana smoothed her hands down the outside seam of her pants, the blue jewelry box burning a hole in her pocket, and swallowed the slight nervous energy that was welling in her throat as the hired car pulled up to their building. Not waiting for the driver, Santana opened the back door and extended her hand toward Rachel.
RACHEL
Rachel, dressed in an elegant red dress that flowed down to her ankles, just barely trailing behind her, along with a black wrap-around, the sleeves of the dress long but the cut low and swooping. Her necklace sparkled brightly in the streetlight, and as she took Santana’s hand, her smile matched brilliantly.
She sort of felt like a princess, and the thought made her flush with excitement.
Giggling, Rachel leaned in and up, softly kissing Santana on the lips, her red lipstick staining the corner of her girlfriend’s mouth. Pulling back, looking far more shy than was normal for her, she still managed to squirm, moving back and forth on her feet in excitement, even as she was lead into the apartment building.
A part of her felt like she knew what was happening, but the rest of her was still blown away by everything going on, and Rachel was already determined not to think ahead at all. She wanted to enjoy every second of it.
SANTANA
Rather than rush them immediately upstairs, Santana led them into the entry her fingers playing softly against Rachel’s lower back. Kissing Rachel over and over again, Santana breathed her in, the intimate contact and connection calming her nerves just enough.
"You look stunning, pet. Absolutely stunning." A smirk tugged at the corner of Santana’s mouth as she tapped Rachel’s ass lightly instantly mumbling an apology when the woman gasped making her remember that she was likely still a little tender back there.
"One last thing." Pulling a blindfold out of her back pocket, Santana stepped behind Rachel and kissed the back of her neck before securing it over her eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
She laughed lightly at her own ridiculous joke, taking Rachel’s hand and leading her toward the elevator. Careful to maintain as much contact as possible, she guided them out onto the terrace. The warmth of the heaters radiated nicely the moment they stepped through the creaky door.
"Take off your blindfold."
RACHEL
She had been nervous, though not in a bad way, when the blindfold went on, but letting Santana guide her was second-nature now; completely natural. If anything, it helped her feel more at ease and relax.
Then she was allowed to see again, and her breath was whisked away.
Hand going to cover her mouth as she gasped, tears immediately appearing at the corners of her eyes. “Oh my God… S-santana…” she stuttered, one hand immediately going out to grasp her girlfriend’s arm, needing it to keep herself steady and grounded. “Oh goodness. It’s— Oh my God…”
Rachel swallowed, looking to woman, suddenly worried. “Wait. Is it our anniversary? Did I forget? Oh goodness I didn’t get you anything. I’m a terrible sub and girlfriend. I’m sorry— wait, no. It can’t be. Is it your b— no, you just had your birthday. Did you get a promotion? Partnership?” Once again, somewhere in her mind, she had an idea of what was happening, but she had utterly convinced herself to not think about it, instead letting her brain jump to as many other conclusions as possible.
Finally, shaking her head and wiping the tears in her eyes, she sniffled again. “Doesn’t matter. It gorgeous. I’m just— I can’t even wrap my head around how absolutely perfect you are.”
SANTANA
Tears – there were tears and as much as Santana hated when Rachel cried this was definitely the exception. These tears, overwhelming tears of happiness, meant she was killing it and let’s face it after the last little slip up she needed to knock this out of the park. Exhaling audibly, her pulse was racing, thrumming in her head as her heart fluttered in time with the butterflies mocking her in her stomach. She knew Rachel would say yes and she knew there was enough romanticism on this roof to appeal to her girlfriend’s idea of a grand gesture, but this was big big big and damn it if Santana wanted to ruin it by saying the wrong thing … again.
“Keep your panties on, pet.” Well that wasn’t a direction she considered giving very often if ever. Santana quirked her brow not bothering to tamp down on the chuckle rumbling forward despite it sounding nervous to her own ears. “But only for now. Got it?”
Taking Rachel’s hand in her hers, their fingers automatically twining as they had a thousand times before, Santana squeezed lightly, affectionately, grounding herself in her lover, her best friend, her sub. “As if you would ever forget an important occasion. Slow your head, don’t over think, and let this play out, love.”
Part of Santana wanted to rush this along, to get to the question at hand, but more she wanted to create a memory – one Rachel wouldn’t be ashamed of sharing, one Rachel would want to share with a random stranger at the corner store because she was too overwhelmed to hold it in.
“Wine?” Santana led them over to the table her hands shaking a little as she uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses swirling the amber liquid along the inside of the glass.
RACHEL
Giggling, wiping away the last traces of tears from her eyes and thanking God for tear-proof eyeliner, Rachel nodded her head, taking a calming breath and letting it out in a rush of air, taking a seat at the table, and then the glass of wine offered to her.
She took a generous sip, trying to calm her nerves more, then set it down, reaching over to take one of Santana’s hands in her own.
"Do I even want to know how many people you had to threaten to get this accomplished, ma’am?" she asked, her smile teasing and eyes bright. "Or is it one of those ‘it’s better if you don’t ask questions’ sort of things? Cashing in favors with your mafia friends, love?"
SANTANA
"Shhh" Santana hissed in an exceptionally exaggerated way, craning her neck. "You know we don’t speak of those things in public. The feds could be listening.”
The knot in Santana’s belly began to loosen with the wine and easy banter, the feel of Rachel’s fingers against her own. “Seriously though, I think I owe favors to a handful of our neighbors, plus Mike and Alice. Also have to walk Billy and his dog to the park one day next week if it’s warm to play fetch - though it’s unclear at this time if that’s with the boy or the dog, possibly both.”
An easy smile now played at her lips, tugging the corner upward. Santana would take out a neighbor’s trash and play with the kid and his dog with only a little grousing regardless, but it played in her favor that she could push it off on getting private use of the terrace and having a little help setting things up.
"How was your show, princess?"
RACHEL
Rachel rolled her eyes, but smiling adoringly at Santana none the less. “That’s so adorable,” she said. “Look at you, getting along with our neighbors, showing you warm, cuddling, mushy side.” She reached over to Santana’s cheek, coo’ing obnoxiously on purpose and squeezing it lightly. “Such a tough, scary lawyer!”
She stopped when her giggling over-took her, finally managing to answer the question Santana had asked before Rachel had started pinching her. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat, sitting up a little, taking a sip of wine, then speaking. “It went well. Contract extensions have been delayed for whatever reason, but we’ll have proper news by this next weekend. So, your not-mafia friends aside, and how was work? Paralegals 2 and 4 still alive, yes?”
SANTANA
”Hey now. Whoa! Unhand me, woman.” Santana’s nose flared out, eyebrows pinching together as she shuffled to the side trying in vain to escape the cheek pinching she was being subjected to. Through it all, Santana fought against a giggle, playfully rolling her eyes,though she would be the first to admit to the relief washing over her as Rachel settled back with her wine. “Work was work. Had a depo this morning, filed a few motions and met with some potential new clients. Dropped off a little early to get things done here, but as of the time I left, Para 2 and 4 were very much alive and gossiping about who knows what.”
Taking a deep breath, Santana tapped her fingers restlessly over the pocket of her slacks before sliding inside to stroke the felt box. It was now. This was what she had meant to wait for the first time. The low lights, the music in the background, wine and them, just the two of them in a private moment. And fuck all if Kurt and Quinn couldn’t suck it because she was going to get this one right this time, give Rachel that fairy tale she wanted to share.
Gently stroking Rachel’s hand, Santana slid to one knee and began to sing softly:
"Just slip me on, I’ll be your blanket
Wherever, whatever I’ll be your coat
You’ll be my king, and I’ll be your castle
No, you be my queen, and I’ll be your moat
I think they meant it
When they said you can’t buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love
On life, be my life”
Santana’s voice tapered off, her intent gaze narrowly focused on Rachel’s deep expressive eyes. Tears welled unexpectedly as emotion threatened to spill over and she took the ring box from her pocket, flipping it open and held it out toward her girlfriend. ”This is a duet, babe, and I need you to sing it with me, to live it with me. I love you, will never truly deserve the forgiveness you extended on too many occasions, but I want to live the rest of our lives loving you, supporting you, leaning on you and providing you with the same. Rachel Barbra Berry, will you marry me?”
RACHEL
The moment Santana got on her knee and began to sing, Rachel began to cry. Quietly, with only some sniffling here and there, but definitely tears. She covered her mouth, doing her best to remain quiet throughout the woman’s song and speech. When Santana was finished, had asked that oh-so-important question, she tried speaking, even to sing back, anything. But all that came out was a little squeak, making her blush and laugh through her tears.
Finally, giving up, Rachel threw herself at Santana, hugging her tightly, crying a little harder as she laughed and managed to get out “Yes!” over and over again, unsure of what else to say.
Then she pulled back, just enough to pull her new fiance into a passionate, heated kiss, tears still trailing down her cheeks and face still flush.
But she couldn’t help it. Her heart was out of control, hands shaking from happiness. This time it was for real. No arguing, no bad tears, nothing but good memories, incredible memories. And the knowledge that she, Rachel Berry, was engaged to Santana Lopez.
SANTANA
Tears. There were more tears, but through them Santana could make out the a smile on Rachel’s face. The time from the question leaving her lips until Rachel finally finally answered seemed like an eternity. Doubt crept into her head, the little insecurity that she might have missed something in the proposal, that there was a detail that was off or that Rachel simply had changed her mind.
But before she could take it back, get up from one knee and drink the rest of the wine, Rachel was in her arms sobbing out a ‘yes’ over and over and over again. It was freeing, her heart soared and she could breathe in deeply, the cool air filling her lung completely.
She, Santana Lopez, was engaged to Rachel Berry with no take backs. The ring with a beautiful almost full carat diamond set in an platinum band with an infinity pattern accented with smaller diamonds shined in the white string lights. Tugging it from the blue box, Santana took Rachel’s left hand in hers and slid it onto her ring finger admiring the sparkle and how amazingly well it was proportioned. “You like it? The ring? Hell the proposal too? Better? Something that will make Kurt and Quinn cream themselves and squeal?”
RACHEL
Sniffling, Rachel just nodded frantically with a strangled “Mmhm!” the only sound she was capable of making. She looked at the ring, recognizing the symbol that matched her necklace, as well as the tag on her collar, and Rachel swore there were even more tears than before.
She clung to Santana again, feeling impossibly overwhelmed. Happy, overjoyed, elated beyond words. It was just so much to take in, and even though she knew it had been coming, for it to actually happen, right out of a musical even, was just-
"I love you" Rachel forced out, sniffling more as she tried to get herself together. "I love you so much. And I just— I love you. You’re perfect. And I love you."
SANTANA
Santana felt nothing and everything all at once. It seemed surreal that just like that they were engaged to be married, married. Rachel was her fiance, right? right. Yes. that.
"Mine. You are mine." Santana murmured her arms wrapping around Rachel pulling them up to a standing position. She peppered kisses along Rachel’s shoulder, her neck and her jaw before capturing Rachel’s lips in a deep kiss. It was a kiss expressing every overflowing emotion currently coursing through her body. "I love you too, baby,but you’re the perfect one. Perfect for me."
"Who should we call first? Berry dads? Kurt? Quinn?"
RACHEL
Wrapping her legs around Santana’s waist, Rachel kissed Santana again, pressing as close to her as possible, before finally pulling away. Her eyes were dark, and her cheeks flush. “Santana, love, we can figure that out tomorrow. Right now, I’d much prefer you take me to bed and fuck me, hard, until I’m screaming out your name and letting everyone know that I’m yours forever now., okay?”
She wasn’t kidding, either. She loved the romance, completely adored and was still swooning over everything Santana had done for her. But that was one of the reasons why she needed Santana to pound her into the mattress as soon as possible.
Because she was going to, for sure, get married to Santana Lopez. Her Domme, and her fiance now.
And, well, nothing said perfect engagement night like getting laid out the next day from a sex coma…
Granted, she was still recovering from last night, technically, but her body felt as ready as ever. Besides, it didn’t matter if the sex lasted 20 minutes or 5 hours, it was post-engagement sex. With Santana. Her fiance and Domme.
Her future wife.
It couldn’t be more perfect than that.
Not when she could already feel Santana’s hardness pressing between her legs, making her even more wet in the thin, barely there panties she had chosen to pair wear that day…
SANTANA
“Perfect for me.” Santana whispered hotly her arms full of her Rachel. Her cock was instantly throbbing as thoughts of Rachel writhing under her, nails biting into her shoulder as she screamed out her approval clouded her Santana’s vision. White hot heat coursed through her veins and if not for the fact she wanted to add naked to that scenario, she would have taken her right here and now. “As you wish.”
Flicking off the space heaters and the strings of lights, she gathered up a two of the vases knowing that Rachel would want to preserve a few of the flowers. The rest of the clean up would happen tomorrow or she’d pay one their neighbors to take care of it. Right now, right now she had a fiance who wanted to be pounded into the mattress and reminded that they were going to be together forever. “Take me home, woman. Let’s make sure you can’t walk at all tomorrow.”
