Alexis had been busy getting herself situated in her new home and also decided to get herself ready for the new semester. She had wanted to do something nice for Magnus seeing as how he was in his new fancy position. She was so happy he had claimed her. She had wanted to be a part of his family more than she was willing to admit. She was still feeling something inside of herself that was fearful, nervous she might do something wrong, or stupid, but little by little she was getting more comfortable.
Alexis had made him a lunch, packed it up all neatly. She had time between her classes and snuck into the back end of the class he was T.A.ing. She was quiet and tried to stay unnoticed. She could see pretty much everyone in the room making eyes at the berserker and she couldn’t help but laugh shaking her head. When it ended Alexis waited for the other students to dissolve before she came down to the front of the class.
“Hey,” she said rolling her shoulders back. “I didn’t know how busy you were so I um...made you lunch.” She said setting it down with a small plop. She was not good with her feelings still and she shifted a little awkwardly. “Okay cool beans. You’re probably busy right?” She rubbed the back of her neck. She didn’t want to bother him if he had other important things to attend to. @berserkermagnus
Addison made her way to the hospital. She was excited to get lunch with Riley. He was so handsome, but more than that he was really funny. She enjoyed their conversations and she was excited to meet up with him. She nervously walked into the hospital and over to the nurses station. She hoped he wasn’t super busy. She didn’t want to keep him form doing something important. Lord knows she was not wanting that. Addison leaned over the nurses counter as she patiently waited for the blue eyed heart bandit to appear.
Addison was more excited then she had anticipated. But it wasn’t a bad thing. After the robbery and her cast. She was happy to have something else to think about, something nice. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
Location : Rachel’s rehearsal & Cafe around the corner
What : Theatre confrontations, shared lunches, and a little teasing and pleasing
Warning: nsfw
RACHEL
Rachel made her way to the side door, rolling her eyes at Santana’s last text, but smiling inwardly. Although she had a feeling this was a bad idea, she was relieved for the break in drama, and maybe the lawyer could metaphorically knock some sense into Michele before the director had to.
Though, really, no one would argue were the older man to fire her and put Alice in the lead. Rachel thought she fit the part better anyway.
She finally reached the doors to see Mike standing there, looking somewhat nervous, though clearly trying to keep his professionally stern face on, and Santana smirking at him, hands on her hips and a perfectly shaped eyebrow cocked up. “Oh Lord…” she murmured, sweeping in quickly.
"Hello, Mike dear, she’s with me."
The man startled, but then smiled in relief. “Oh, alright, good, good. I didn’t- I mean she said she was, but you know how it is, and-”
Rachel set her hand on Mike’s shoulder, smiling. “I know, and thank you. We’re not expecting anyone else, though, so feel free to send them on their way.”
With that she grabbed Santana by her elbow and dragged her through the doors, slipping her arm into Santana’s and then chuckling as she asked, “Do I even want to know what you were saying to him?”
SANTANA
"I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you." Santana teased with a gentle smirk and a wink to Mike thoroughly enjoying the change of pace from her hellacious morning. Rachel’s arm through hers, the obvious familiarity between them was soothing to Santana’s frayed nerves.
Glancing around the corridor, Santana was struck by how different this theater was to the ones at McKinley. Their was a very present history in just about everything as if by virtue of its placement, it was to be revered.
"Nice digs, super star. Want to give me a tour. Introduce me to a few people." Santana definitely intended to glare at a few people. She knew Rachel would never forgive her if she went after the diva bitch for the slap, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t convey her displeasure and warning in other ways.
RACHEL
Smiling, Rachel led Santana through the back towards the Green room, where the majority of the present cast was currently residing. “I can’t show you the theatre right now, but we’ll look up pictures tonight, promise. It’s very unique, given that the audience sits around the stage. Hence the name ‘Circle in a Square Theatre’. But anyway, here we are.”
She opened the door to the large Green room, and immediately twenty some off persons, no costumes yet, looked up from wherever they were lounging on the couches or seats. “Ooo, Rachel Berry’s got a girlfriend,” came a teasing voice from a young man, dark, curly hair and a charming grin. He winked at them, and Rachel just smirked back good-naturedly.
"Go back to reading your lines, Thomas. You’re already behind." There was a low roar of laughter, and the man just grinned, indeed picking up his script.
A young woman, about as tall as Rachel with long black hair and strong cheekbones bounced up to the two, extending her hand out to Santana with a bright grin. “Hi! I’m Alice. You’re Santana, right? Rachel totally talks about you all the time. Normally it’s to threaten Michele with a lawsuit, though.”
Rachel blushed, glaring at Alice as she awkwardly cleared her throat.
SANTANA
"You can show me the theatre once the show opens. I’d say opening night, but you’ll have other things on your mind." As the door opened into the obvious gathering place for the cast and crew, Santana immediately surveyed the group, immediately assessing each for potential threats.
Her heart gave a little start at not only being called Rachel’s girlfriend but not having the other woman deny it. Strangely, she didn’t feel the need to correct the assumption either. Instead, she laughed good-naturedly at the gentle and easy teasing between the actors.
Taking the extended hand, Santana narrowed her gaze as she shook it. Threats were not rolling off the dark-haired girl and that put Santana even more at ease. Alice seemed to have this open personality that would draw a person in, make them want to be a part of what she was around, magnetic.
"So she talks about me all the time, huh?" Santana cocked her brow winking playfully at Rachel thrilling at the nice shade of red spreading from Rachel’s cheeks and down her neck. There was absolutely no hiding Santana’s amusement or her being downright pleased by everything Alice was relaying. "And she uses me as a threat? Oh I am definitely rubbing off on her."
”Though I have to say, if the diva bitch, I mean Michele, slaps her again, she should worry about more than a lawsuit.”
RACHEL
"Pretty sure Rachel’s the one rubbing on you to get off,” came another voice from the couch, and this time Rachel balked.
"Sarah!" she squealed in embarassment.
"What?! Like you wouldn’t want up on that. Look at her,” giggled the woman, everyone around her laughing as well.
Rachel grumbled looking to Santana. “Ignore them. I don’t like any of them. Also, no violence.”
She was about to say more when the heavy door swung open, slapping against the wall, and an angry, absolutely seething woman came in. She, too, had long black hair, but her cheekbones were less prominent and skin a little more pale, she was also taller than Alice by a few inches.
"Where the fuck is my purse!?" she screamed, some of the actors drawing back (such as Alice) and others just rolling their eyes (like Rachel and Thomas). Rachel replied easily, though kept close to Santana,
"Probably still in the dressing room where everything else is, Michele…"
The woman immediately rounded on her, but then caught sight of Alice, who was more or less hiding behind Rachel. “You! You little- You stole it, didn’t you?!”
"What?!" shrieked Alice in outrage, along with several of the cast. "I didn’t touch your things."
"Hah! I’m sure. Couldn’t resist, could you? Can’t afford nice things so you have to steal it from others!"
"Back off, Michele, seriously," spoke up Rachel, stepping forward angrily.
SANTANA
The tone of the room immediately shifted, the air charged with a sudden negative energy that made the hair on the back of Santana’s neck stand up. The vile words coming from the diva bitches’ mouth did nothing but ramp her up further.
As Rachel stood up for Alice, stepping away from her and into the line of fire so to speak, Santana was through standing idly by in this exchange. In two steps, she closed the distance and put herself between Rachel and the other woman.
"You must be Michele. I’m Santana. It seems we have a little problem. Actually I’d say you have a little problem." She spoke in a low and steady voice, the threat implied in her tone and stance rather than in her words. "That problem is standing directly behind me. You made the supreme mistake of slapping her on my watch. I let it slide at Rachel’s request, but your unfounded accusations right now, that’s slanderous. You want to check your mouth at the door and watch how you speak to Rachel, Alice, and the rest of the cast and crew or I will bury your ass in civil litigation for the foreseeable future. I’m really good at pushing papers through. Frivolous or not, we can let the courts sort things out. Nothing but time, Michele.”
Santana’s body vibrated with anger and energy. She wanted nothing more than to fist her hand in the diva bitches’ hair and slap her hard across the face, but Rachel’s hand on her lower back reminded her quickly that that was not the preferred course of action.
"No violence." Santana spoke low and directly to Rachel, tilting her head and quirking her brow in a gesture intended to relay that she was in control of her emotions and understood the limits of what was acceptable. "Check your dressing room for you purse and then I believe you owe will Alice an apology for you unfounded accusations."
RACHEL
The Green room was tense as everyone waited with bated breath for how the lead actress would react.
Michele looked Santana up and down, sizing her up, then smirking, with a hint of what could only be called coyness. “You must be the midget’s bodyguard. You’re a lot hotter than I pegged you for.” With that she turned sharply on her heel, making her way to the door. She paused, looking back at Santana. “When you get tired of being around 5th best, look me up.” She winked, and the door closed behind her.
It was quiet for a moment, and then Sarah mumbled, “What a bitch…” There were murmurs of agreement all around the room, and Alice stepped to Santana, almost shyly.
"I know you were just doing it for Rachel, but thanks for telling her off. I didn’t want to get slapped again either," she said, and Rachel sighed heavily, frowning.
"Are you alright, by the way? I couldn’t ask you earlier, but that looked like it actually hurt."
Alice shrugged. “I’m fine. I was able to move my head with it in time, and she didn’t use her nails. No real damage done.”
SANTANA
"Please please let me at least pull her hair a little bit…" Santana murmured low enough that only Rachel could hear her. Her body was tight, coiled and ready to snap. "She doesn’t hold a candle to you, Rachel. 5th best, my ass."
Reaching out to place her hand on Rachel’s lower back, Santana traces small circles on top of the soft worn fabric of her shirt. She was seeking a connection, something that would ground her and keep her from chasing down Michele and kicking her ass.
"If she touches you again, text me. Rachel can give you my number." Santana’s gaze softened just enough to let Alice know that she was serious. "I can get an intern to start the paperwork. It would be kind of fun to watch them hop around at my direction."
RACHEL
Rachel leaned into Santana’s side as she felt the hand on her back, hoping it would dissuade her from stomping out of the room, and smiled at the lawyer’s words. “Agreed. Also, I think that’s our cue to get some lunch.”
Alice smiled, hugging Santana suddenly, before pulling back with her grin having returned. “I will, and thanks again.” She hugged Rachel as well, winking at her. “Have fun on your ‘not date’! Bring back dohnuts, too!”
"And coffee, please!" came another call, followed by,
"And maybe some tea?"
Rachel looped her arm through Santana’s again, rolling her eyes as she pulled the woman to the door. “I’m not the maid! Get your own things!” she called back, face red again from Alice’s words.
Once they were on the street in front of the theatre, Rachel sighed heavily. “We are still getting lunch, right? Because I’m starving,” she said, looking up to Santana with her signature pout.
SANTANA
"Our ‘not date’? What have you been telling these people, Hobbit?" Santana was happy to be out of the theatre. Despite the people all around them on the streets, she was able to draw a full breath again for the first time since the diva bitch had slammed open the door.
"Oh hell yeah we’re getting food. I didn’t hall my hot ass all the way over here to not eat." Santana surveyed the streets and was struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. "Don’t give me that pout unless I can kiss it off your face. This is your turf. So you pick the place. We can eat in or take out to the park. Your call."
A group of tourists were walking up the street in their direction and on instinct alone, Santana grabbed Rachel’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “Lead us out of here before one of them asks us to take their picture with a fire hydrant in the background or some shit.”
RACHEL
Rachel wasted no time in pulling Santana to the nearest cafe, ignoring the first comment and moving straight into the nickname. “I am not a member of a fictional race, Santana Lopez,” she shot back, still pouting. At least the tone of the name was a lot different from how it had been back in the day. It sounded more teasing in a friendly way than teasing in a cruel way.
"Also, we’re eating in. The less walking I have to do the better, and I imagine you’ll think the same, given those absurd heels you choose to wear." Rachel looked down at the heels, her pout increasing at the extra height advantage they gave the already taller woman. Rachel was, after all, in sneakers, and they gave her pretty much zero extra inches.
Actually, she thought as she glanced at Santana, they looked like a completely absurd pair. Santana, tall and gorgeous, dressed to the nines in her power suit and hair pulled back professionally, next to, well, her. Short Rachel in old sneakers, worn jeans, and a slightly over-sized RENT shirt (it was Kurt’s, but he gave it to her as a parting gift before he left for Paris). She had not an ounce of make-up nor jewelry, and it was no wonder a few people on the street were staring at them— or, more likely, Santana.
As the bell rang upon entering the cafe, Rachel finally smiled. “What would you like? They have really good sandwiches and salads, along with wraps, veggie and meat alike. Also, the best smoothies ever.”
SANTANA
"The heels make my legs look amazing. It’s a distraction technique." Santana shrugged noncommittally. If she had her way, she would be dressed down, but as an attorney working with people worth a shit ton of money, she had to look the part.
Santana totally envied Rachel’s jeans and tshirt and especially the sneakers She would kill to be wearing those by the end of the day. Plus the entire outfit made Rachel look adorable.
"I trust you. Pick a salad with some sort of protein on it - not that silken tofu though - and a smoothie . I need the pick me up before I have to go back to the Devil’s Den - otherwise known as Sydney Austin."
RACHEL
"Hm? Oh! Right, yes, alright then." Rachel blushed, realizing that she had actually gotten caught up in continuing to look at Santana, and her legs, that she almost missed what the woman was saying.
Letting go of her arm, ignoring the heat on her cheeks, Rachel stepped up to the counter, ordering two salads, one with chicken and bacon bits, and the other with peppers, olives, tomatoes, and a few other vegetable. She also ordered Santana a banana-strawberry smoothie, and a cup of sweet iced tea for herself.
Going back to Santana, she took her hand without thinking about it and guided her over to a window table.
The cafe wasn’t overly busy, since lunch was technically over for most people, so it was easy to find a place. She sat across from Santana, sighing happily. “The food should be here shortly. In the meantime, tell me why your day has been so terrible.”
SANTANA
A sexy smirk played across Santana’s features as she definitely caught Rachel staring at her legs and maybe her ass, she couldn’t be sure. And the sweet flush on Rachel’s cheeks, well that did a number on her, made her stomach clench and her cock twitch a little too.
Her gaze never left Rachel as she walked to the counter and back. Santana admired the way the woman’s body moved and the quieter confidence that she carried herself with now versus years prior. It was sexy as hell.
"One of the partners of the firm stripped a case from me and gave it to a fledgling who is a whole lot less capable. And why? So I can babysit an overweight balding asshole who will no doubt drool over my tits and have no significant contract work needed." Santana shrugged again. "I just needed to breathe a little I think. Typical day at the office really."
Their drinks were delivered with the promise of the rest of the order to arrive shortly. Taking a sip of the smoothie, Santana breathed a sigh of relief. This was exactly what she needed - time away from the office and a hit of whatever calming influence Rachel seemed to have.
Santana found herself wishing for a moment that Rachel was on this side of the table with her rather than across from her. She already missed the feeling of the other’s woman’s hand in hers, their fingers brushing together just right. Kicking off one of her heels, she decided quickly to settle for being able to slide her foot up and down the seam of Rachel’s well worn jeans. They were soft against the sole of her foot and she thrilled at the feel of the hard muscles of Rachel’s calf quivering under her touch.
RACHEL
Rachel nearly choked on her tea when she felt Santana’s smooth foot press against her calf, her entire leg jumping and face flushing such a color red that she was sure the heat was traveling down her neck as well. She glared, clearly flustered, and looked around as though to make sure no one was paying them any mind. There was a girl reading in the corner, but she merely chuckled under her breath and appeared to turn her music up on her headphones and go back to her book.
“Santana,” she stage-whispered, once she could speak again, trying to move her leg away without drawing any more attention to herself. “We are in public.”
SANTANA
"Are we in public? You sure?" Not bothering to hide her smirk, Santana rolled her fingers up and down the condensation on her smoothie glass. She didn’t look around to see if anyone noticed because in all honestly, she didn’t care. What she wanted right now was a reaction from Rachel and she was getting one. It was perfection.
"If you’d stop squirming like a toddler, no one will be the wiser. Didn’t even get to the good part …. yet." Santana curled her toes a little more pinching the seam of Rachel’s jeans near the base of her ankle.
"But if you want to go somewhere more private, I’m game." Santana teased her voice low and full. Clearly neither were going to take that offer seriously. Later tonight in their apartment might be a different story, but on a lunch break from a crap day at the office and a harried rehearsal, it was more about playing, about clearing heads to get through the rest of the day.
RACHEL
Rachel tensed, trying her best to look casual, despite her thighs clenching together and the heat flourishing on her cheeks. “I cannot believe you,” she ground out, trying to sound more convincing than her body was letting on about how much she disproved of all this. Mentally, she was completely aghast, but physically? Her body was definitely all for this, and Santana was driving her insane.
She thought about getting back at the woman, to prove that she could, but her body was more focused on enjoying things, and as stubborn as she was being, Rachel could not for the life of her turn the tables.
"You are so paying for this tonight,” she seethed, completely flustered and oh Lord was she seriously getting turned on?
SANTANA
Santana recognized the catch in Rachel’s voice, the sexy flush that was creaping along her neck, and the way she fidgeted in her seat as if trying to ease the ache growing between her thighs. Rachel was definitely affected by the goings on at the table and that realization thrilled her through and through.
Refusing to let up completely, she resumed stroking her foot up Rachel’s leg moving even further up her thigh. “How are you going to make me pay, princess? Will I like it?”
RACHEL
Biting back a whimper, Rachel crossed her legs, doing her best to look casual as the waiter dropped of their food and wished them a good meal.
As Rachel shifted a little, trying to eat whilst also glaring at Santana, she replied, “Don’t call me princess,” she said, though there was little to no real power behind her voice, given the small hitch in her breath. “And no. You won’t like it. I’ll make sure of that. You’ll see.”
She was trying to look serious and threatening, but her calf twitched and her thighs tightened, and she couldn’t quite meet Santana’s eyes.
SANTANA
Santana’s breath caught just hearing Rachel whimper. Fuck she was getting harder by the second. Thank goodness for the compression shorts or she wouldn’t be able to leave the table for a while.
"Oh, put away the glare, Berry. We both know that doesn’t affect me as much as you want it to." The corner of Santana’s mouth quirked upward. "Bring it. This little display of bravado is turning me on even more."
Sitting back in her seat, Santana burrowed her foot into the juncture of Rachel’s thighs not moving it at all, simply leaving it in place. Taking a few bites of her salad, Santana was happy for the chicken. ”Good pick on the food. Does the bacon mean you bring Quinn here a lot?”
RACHEL
"Mmp-!" squeaked Rachel, mouth full of salad as her legs clamped around Santana’s food in surprise, a small flood of arousal hitting her underwear almost instantly and throat constricting, eyes going wide.
Rachel squirmed around Santana’s foot, though was obviously unable to do much given the position of it, and really was only turning herself on more as she swallowed thickly and tried to answer Santana’s question with a straight face.
"Y-yes. Quinn and I frequent this place when she visits me for lunch. She usually gets the BLT wrap, though, with extra bacon."
SANTANA
Every roll of Rachel’s hips turned her on even more. It was with great effort that Santana didn’t forego the rest of lunch and drag Rachel somewhere, anywhere, they could be more intimate. The tables were turning rapidly and teasing Rachel meant teasing herself just as much.
"Of course she does. Woman loves her bacon. I think she’d slap someone, and slap them hard, if they got in the way of her bacon fix." Santana couldn’t put a finger on why but she was a little jealous of the time Rachel had spent with Quinn prior to her moving in. She knew she shouldn’t be, that Quinn had never made a move on Rachel despite the high school crush, but it was just the thought that maybe if Rachel knew, she would want to act on those feelings. She and Rachel were just friends who had sex. Sure it was exclusive, but if Rachel wanted Quinn, Santana would have to step back, right? She refused to think about why that bothered her so much. Stabbing more lettuce and chicken, Santana chewed it more forcefully than necessary.
RACHEL
Rachel just smiled, shifting a little more as nonchalantly as she could. “Yes, well, I’m hoping this isn’t just a one time thing,” she said back, smiling up at Santana through her eyelashes.
**
About thirty minutes later they were ready to leave, and Rachel stood, a little too quickly, legs a little shaky. “Thank you for joining me, Santana. Do you have time to walk me back to the theatre?” she asked, thighs squeezing together instinctively as she caught sight of Santana’s dark eyes and smirk, and her own eyes glanced down to Santana’s lap quickly before shooting back up to her face, cheeks still red.
SANTANA
"With good food and the company, we should do this again soon. It makes it easier to think about the rest of my day." Santana’s eyes never left Rachel as she stood. Fuck that woman filled out a pair of jeans. She quite obviously had not thought this while teasing Rachel throughout lunch thing through. Santana didn’t have to look down to know that while she wasn’t completely hard, there was definitely a nice bulge if anyone cared to look.
"I’ll walk you back to the theatre, but you’ll have to walk in front of me until it goes down a little more."
RACHEL
Rachel bit her bottom lip, then grabbed Santana’s hand, pulling her to the bathroom in the back and around the corner to a small hallway that lead to a back exit. She managed to move in a way that hopefully just looked they were running late, and they would be if they didn’t hurry this up, right now she needed to do something…
Locking the door to the bathroom, Rachel wasted no time in pressing Santana against the far wall, dexterous hands undoing her slacks, compression shorts, and pulling both down as she dropped to her knees.
With a small smirk, Rachel whispered as she began slowly stroking Santana’s hardening cock, “You’ll owe me for this, remember…” And then, without another word, she wrapped her lips around the head and drew the whole length into her mouth and her throat.
This was going to be quick and dirty, she knew. There was no time for any sort of teasing, and really Santana had been doing that for the both of them since lunch began…
SANTANA
"Wha …?" Santana stuttered as she was pulled away from the front door and toward the back. Confusion clouded her senses for a moment until she was pushed against the wall, pants pulled down and her cock was pulsing in Rachel’s hand. The woman’s intent was definitely clear.
"You don’t have to … " Her objection was swallowed the minute Rachel swallowed her dick. What were words when she was enveloped in Rachel’s warm, wet mouth receiving a grade a blow job. The fingers of her left hand tangled in Rachel’s hair grounding her the slightest bit. "Right. Yes. I will totally owe you."
Santana whined in time with Rachel’s tongue lapping at the thick vein on the underside of her shaft, leaking copious amounts of precome with each stroke. “Rach. Baby. Your mouth is fucking fantastic.”
RACHEL
Rachel wasn’t playing around. She wanted Santana to cum, hard, and quick. She pulled back, stroking the length up as she did so, licking the head, swirling her tongue around it to lick up the precum before taking the entirety back into her mouth, swallowing completely and sucking hard, vibrating her throat and moving her hand down to gently roll the woman’s balls.
Part of her couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, on the other hand, well, she didn’t want Santana to be uncomfortable… But also, this definitely was a way to properly assert her dominance.
SANTANA
"Oh God." Santana’s head fell back hard against the wall with a sharp thud. She inadvertently tightened her grip on Rachel’s head pulling her hair. An apology was on the tip of her tongue but it never came as the woman rolled her balls and hummed against her shaft.
Her hips jerked forward pushing a hint further into Rachel’s throat. The head of her cock swelled just much more, balls pulling tighter against her body and the coil in her stomach was threatening to burst at any moment. “Gonna come, Rach. You’re gonna make me come.”
RACHEL
Pulling back just enough to inhale through her nose, Santana’s hand sending a thrill through her as much as she tried to ignore that and focus completely on finishing off Santana in record time.
Rachel once again swallowed Santana whole, feeling her actually go down her throat, and she vibrated it again, moaning around the thick cock, hands on Santana’s bare thighs and sucking hard.
SANTANA
With her eyes closed and head thrown back, Santana swallowed hard biting her lip to keep from crying out. The head of her cock was trapped in Rachel’s throat and feeling it close around her pushed her over the edge. Her thighs quaked, balls jumped, and rope after rope of come shot directly into Rachel’s waiting mouth.
"Holy shit." Santana was fairly certain she would never get used to the look on Rachel’s face as she sucked her dry. It was equal parts wide eyed innocence and want.
"Come here, princess." Santana loosened her grip on Rachel’s hair and beckoned her up from between her legs. She dropped a light kiss on the lips that were just wrapped around her.
RACHEL
Rachel breathed in deeply as Santana’s softening cock slipped from her throat and mouth, melting easily against the woman’s body and sighing, almost moaning, really, as she was pulled into a soft kiss.
Arms wrapping around Santana’s neck, Rachel finally parted, pulling back enough to look at the lawyer, eyes dark and face flushed.
She was incredibly aroused, but there really had only been time to get one of them off, and she’d taken the initiative to have it be Santana. Her own needs would truly have to wait till later. So, stepping back completely, she went to the sink, running cold water and splashing her face, breathing in and out as steadily as she could. “Oh God…” she muttered, looking up to the mirror and taking another deep breath, trying to quell the heat between her legs. “The next few hours will be the performance of my life…”
SANTANA
Feeling the sudden lack of body heat against her, Santana snapped out of her orgasm induced coma and noticed Rachel shifting from foot to foot, eyes dark, and skin flushed. She stepped up close behind her pressing her hips into Rachel’s perfect ass and fingering the belt loops of her jeans.
"Two minutes. Surely we have two minutes to take that edge off, babe." Santana nudged Rachel’s head to the side and nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck. "You’ll be much more relaxed through the rest of today and I don’t want diva bitch or ms. can’t take no getting any ideas."
Santana trailed her fingers between Rachel’s thighs and cupped her over her jeans. She rolled her palm on Rachel and whispered hotly against her skin. “Two minutes. Just my hands. As turned on you are, it won’t take long and you know it.”
RACHEL
Whining low in her throat, Rachel’s hipped bucked into Santana’s hand, back arching and eyes slamming shut.
However, before she could reply, the doorknob rattled, and there was a “Excuse me? Can I use the bathroom?” from the other side.
With a quiet, almost pained, whimper, Rachel tore herself from Santana’s body, breathing in and straightening up. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and went to unlock the door, smiling apologetically, as though she wasn’t practically dying of hormones. “I’m sorry, we had a bit of an emergency situation.” The Rachel grabbed Santana’s hand, walking out with a small wave to the other woman, who just looked confused and relieved all at once, and led Santana out of the back door and onto the streets.
"If I die tonight at rehearsal, it’s your fault," whined Rachel, not sure how she was going get through the day without screaming at someone. She could still practically feel Santana’s hand cupping her through her jeans, and she knew that she’d need some serious attention come evening.
SANTANA
"Damn it." Santana growled out as the moron outside dared to interrupt their moment. Before she could protest, however, Rachel had the audacity to fling the door open and make some poor excuse. She had been millimeters from the promise of feeling Rachel soaking her fingers and mewling, millimeters! Santana wisely kept her mouth shut, but managed to get in a death glare to end all death glares.
"You opened the door. Not me. I would have been two fingers deep in a half second. We were in there first." Okay so Santana was sulking a little, but so what. She wanted what she wanted. "You won’t die at rehearsal because you know when you get home I’ll be there ready willing and able to make you come at least three times."
Squeezing Rachel’s hand, Santana allowed herself to be led back toward the theater. She was reluctant to go back to her office, but knew that staying at the rehearsal was not an option. “Remind Alice of what I said. Diva bitch does not get another go at here … or you.”
RACHEL
Just a few yards from the back doors, Rachel sighed heavily, turning to face Santana and pulling her into a tight hug before stepping back a bit, only their hand connected. “For the record, we were already running late, and I don’t you to get in trouble.” She leaned in, pecking Santana’s pouty lips and giving her a small smile.
"So, please don’t pout. We have all of tonight, assuming you get home at a decent hour, alright? I’ll make sure to remind Alice you have her back, as well as mine."
She kissed Santana again, holding it for a little longer, before finally stepping away fully, letting her hands slowly slip from the other woman’s. “Be good, please? Don’t kill anyone. I’ll see you tonight.”
With a little wave, and smile, Rachel finished the rest of the distance to the doors, greeting Mike as she disappeared through the doors and prepared to go several more hours whilst far too turned on for comfort.
Marlene met up with Remus a few hours later, she'd done most of her school shopping, though she still had a few more stops before she could head home. She forgot how much she hated Diagon alley the week before school started. Everyone and their mothers were walking around, and she meant that literally. She found the usual bakery that her and Remus often visited and found him sitting at a table with his Mom. Marlene smiled and took the empty seat next to them.
"Hey Miss Hope. Remus." She greeted. She absolutely loved Remus' mother. She was so sweet and was always willing to have her over. And it didn't hurt that the woman made the best treacle tart Marlene had ever tasted. She felt so bad how sick the woman got so often. "How are you feeling today Hope?"
"So" Sam said, as he slided into what had now become his usual seat, directly next to Ryder's, at a cafeteria table. "looks like we survived all of our morning classes for the day. Only a few more to go and we're free from school... at least until tomorrow." He remarked, while bringing up his sandwich to his lips, biting it gently.
As Holiday walked down the long corridor to the cafeteria at noon, she quickly dropped off a book she had finished that night at a supply closet. Her dream that night, like most of her dreams, had deeply bothered her to the point of not getting back to sleep. There was no one here she really wanted to talk to about these dreams, and Holiday didn't want to bother anyone in the middle of the night. Really she didn't want to bother anyone in the daytime either. There were a few people she would talk to though; Gloss, the mentor from 1, or the sweet Foxface girl for example. She walked into the line in the cafeteria and grabbed a plate of food. It was a bowl of stew which honestly didn't look quite that appetizing, but she's smiled politely at the middle aged woman who handed it to her. Holiday scanned the room searching for an empty seat when her eyes met Gloss, who was oddly sitting alone. She walked across the room to his table and pointed to the seat across from him. "Is anyone sitting here?" She asked hesitantly, not wanting to bother him.
