Chapter Six

"I've never been to Lima Heights Adjacent before," she said as I pulled into my driveway. "It actually looks rather gentrified - I thought you were from the wrong side of the tracks."

"Whatever, there are no tracks in Lima, Berry."

"I'm going to have to insist that you don't call me that this evening. At least not during. . . things, unless you want me to picture you with a slushie in your hand."

I smirked. "And I'm going to have to insist that you don't pretend like you get to make the demands, here, Smurfette."

She smiled brightly. "But you showed your hand, Santana. You were very clear about what you wanted, so I certainly have some power in this situation. Anyway, I got so caught up in the moment in the parking lot that I didn't even ask if it would be okay to come here. Will your parents mind?"

"They don't care if I have girls stay over. My mother thinks Brit and me are up there painting our toenails and braiding each others' hair. I just put on music in case anyone gets, you know... loud," I said as I opened the front door.

"Mama, my friend Rachel is staying over!" I called out as we walked through the kitchen to the stairs.

"Okay, baby," came a disembodied voice from across a few rooms.

And then Rachel Berry was in my bedroom. I closed the door, and then locked it.

So the thing about taking a girl's virginity, which I might not have thought through when I hatched this little plan, is that if you don't want to be a total douche, you have to sort of... do it right. I mean, by this point Brits and I wouldn't have underwear on, but now Berry was just standing there, leaning against my desk, looking around my room. I couldn't just rip her clothes off.

"So do you need, like, a drink or something?" I asked. "I have a bottle of jack in my underwear drawer."

"Of course you do," she said. "No, thank you."

"Whatevs, that's fine," I said. "I'll want you to remember things tomorrow. Do you need food? I think I have some kosher pickles in the fridge."

"I'm not hungry," she said.

Crap. She looked sort of ready to hurl.

I had to do something, so I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Look, Rachel, don't be nervous, all right? Tonight I'm going to do something I haven't done since I was 11 in the confession booth of St. Margaret's with Jorge the head altar boy. I'm going to take it slow."

I put my hands on the desk on either side of her and looked at her for a second before I dipped my head to the right and breathed into her ear.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Yes."

She smelled like vanilla. It was her skin, not her hair.

I took the soft skin of her neck into my mouth and sucked. I know that always relaxes me, mostly because you can't really think about anything when someone is doing that to you, and let's be honest, the fewer thoughts happening in this situation, the better for me.

Her head fell back and her hands came up to touch my back. So I felt like it was okay to put my left hand on her face – not too much forcefulness, just rested it there – and worked my mouth up from her neck, across her chin, to her lips.

She let me lead and I pushed her tongue around inside her mouth. God, that tongue was good when it was doing this, not talking.

"Santana?" I just had to think it, didn't I?

"Rachel?" I breathed in her ear.

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"I really don't know how many other context clues you need, Berry."

"I mean, don't make fun of me if I'm not any good. There is a lot I don't know."

"Rachel, by the time I'm done with you, you won't even know who you are."

I put my tongue back in her mouth before she could say anything else. I felt her ankles pressing into my calves so I let my body press in closer.

Ninety seconds later. . . "Santana?"

"Lord almighty, there is a lot of talking going on up in here."

"I guess I can't get mad at Finn for sleeping with you anymore."

"Rachel, if there were ever, ever in your life, a good time to maybe not talk about Finn, this would pretty much be it."

"Right, okay. You can kiss me again."

"Great, thanks."

A few minutes later, in the split seconds I pulled my mouth away from hers, I said, "My arms are tired... from... leaning here. Trust me, you don't want that. Come... with me."

I pulled us both up to standing, and she wobbled on her feet, leaning into me for balance. It was totes weird making out with someone shorter than me.

"I like girls lips," she said, and then giggled.

I wanted to say no, not "girls"... mine.

But I was trying to be sensitive or whatever, so instead I said, "I knew it," which, okay fine, might not have been any better. But it was truth.

I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her toward my bed. Time to ramp up this little game. I sat down on the foot of my bed and pulled her over to me so that she was standing between my thighs.

I yanked first her right leg and then her left up onto the bed on either side of me, so that she was straddling me.

Berry might have been a virgin but she wasn't new at this part, that was for sure. I thought she might be all shy and nervous the whole time, but she wrapped her elbows around the back of my neck and supported her weight on her own legs so she could move up and down against me. She wasn't grinding on me, although, god, that's what it was making me want. She was just sliding her body over mine, up and down, ever so slowly. I let my hands fall to her hips so I could feel them moving.

"That is so hot, Rachel. Keep going."

Ten minutes later I said, "You're short." I mean I'm sorry, she was on top of me and our faces were the same height, was I supposed to not notice that?

"You sometimes make it clear that you've noticed that about me, yes," she said. "I thought there was no talking."

"There isn't." I pulled her down on top of me and pulled her shirt over her head.

"You too," she murmured, and I sat up just enough to let her pull my sweater over my head.

"Pink with little hearts," I observed. "Predictable."

"And a black lace push-up bra isn't predictable on you?"

"So it's not making you wet, then?"

She blushed hardcore and I smiled. She rested all of her weight on me and I kept kissing her, running my hands all over her back and her ass, tickling her sides.. . making her squirm.

When she threatened to flail herself right off the bed, I wrapped my arms all the way around her and rolled her onto her back. I'm not about trying to rush her into anything, and it's not like this wasn't fun and all, but I needed her tits at this point. I mean, I can only have them rubbing against me for so long before I get full access.

"This shit is in my way," I said, and reached under her to unhook her bra. She breathed in really fast but she didn't stop me, and I slid it down her arms and off.

I ran my lips over her neck again, this time with my left hand massaging her right breast. When I dragged my nails over her nipple she moaned, so I kept doing it, and her breathing started coming hard and fast. I added some teeth against her neck, and her belly arched up into mine.

Then I felt her hands on the middle of my back. "Shit," she said. "I don't know how to do this from this angle."

"Gots it under control, Berry." I reached behind me with one hand, keeping the other one in her hair, and undid the clasp of my bra. She took the shoulder straps and slid it off my arms and I let my tits fall against hers. She let out this sexy little whimper and craned her neck to see how it looked where they met.

"Yeah, we look hot pressed up against each other, you can go ahead and think it."

Her nipples were hard, which might as well be an engraved invitation to a party in my mouth.

I slid my hips just a little way down her body and made circles with my tongue around her right nipple.

"Jesus Christ," she gasped.

"I thought you were Jewish," I said.

"Don't stop," she said.

"I'll stop if I want to," I said.

"You don't."

"True dat."

I rolled her hard little nipple around in my mouth and traced light lines with my fingertips along her right side. It tickled her, and her body arched into me as she tried to get away from my nails. So, of course, I kept doing that.

That's when she dragged her fingernails up into my hair for the first time and pulled my face down, firmly into her tits.

I will say this for Berry, too, she lets you know what she likes. Usually it's with noises – these sexy, breathy, pleading noises. But once she even grabbed my hips and moved them over by like two inches.

"Oh, is there somewhere you wanted my leg, Rachel?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and blushed.

"Yeah, I know what you want," I said. "Give me more skin first."

She let me take off her skirt and tights, and then I unbuttoned my jeans.

"I've never been this naked with someone before," she said.

That was sort of intense.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just. . . I'm glad it's getting dark outside, I think."

"I was just thinking of turning on the lights. Nothing here you should want to hide, Berry."

I finished taking off my jeans. I held myself up over her and let my hair fall around her face, pressed my hips down into hers. She was so wet. I could feel it through her underwear, against my belly.

"Stay on top of me, Santana," she pleaded.

"Don't tell me what to do, midget. You don't need to hide under me."

"That's not it," she panted, "It feels good."

For the first time, I rolled my eyes at Rachel Berry in pleasure and not exasperation.

I thrust my hips into her, pushing against her pussy with mine.

She groaned and reached her hands up over her head. I felt her legs come up and wrap around my ass, so I reached back and grabbed one of them and pushed it back towards her head.

"Damn these legs can reach high," I observed. She might be as flexible as I was, which could totally get fun.

I pushed myself against her, over and over, rubbing our warm wetness against each other. She braced herself against my headboard and her mouth fell open.

Fuck, she was getting close, I could tell from watching her. "Don't come like this Rachel," I warned her. "Tell me to stop if you get too close."

"Jesus, fuck, Santana, stop, stop now. . ."

I stopped.

"Rachel," I whispered.

"Yeah," she panted back.

"Are you ready?"

"I think so," she said.

"Listen munchkin, this is a serious responsibility I have here. You have to do better than that."

She opened her eyes for the first time in a long time. "I'm ready."

I lowered my mouth to her ear. "Good. Do you want to hear what I'm going to do to you?"

"I…umm.."

"I'll take that as a yes. First, I'm so ready to see your pussy, so I'm getting rid of these." I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her underwear and slid them down, then off. I ran my hand over this newly exposed skin, just grazing sticky curls. I bent down and ran my lips over the curve of her hip bones and watched goosebumps break out across her stomach and thighs.

Her scent hit my nose full force and I told her, "You smell so good when you're turned on."

I palmed the protrusion of her hip bones, pushing her down into the bed, then ran my left hand across to her center. "Next I want to make your clit feel like fire," I said.

I pulled her open with two fingers and saw her little pink nub between soaking wet curls.

When I finally touched it, she cried out and put her hands on either side of my face, and I leaned over her, watching her face while I rubbed her. I pulled my fingertips up and down over her, then rolled her little clit in between them. Five minutes into this her stomach muscles clenched and she bared her teeth and pulled at my hair. She started to thrust her hips into me and I pulled away a little.

"Uh oh, not so fast. This is not how you're coming, either, Rachel," I whispered in her ear, and slid my fingers up across her belly, leaving a sticky trail across her skin.

"Fuck, Santana," she moaned in frustration. "Is this it? Was it your plan all along to kill me?"

I smiled. "When I finally let you come for me, Berry, I intend to make sure you want it."

I slid my body between her legs and she wrapped one around my waist, bracing herself against the bed with the other.

"Take these off," she said, playing with the waistband of my underwear.

"Ordering me around now?" I smirked.

"You're lucky I don't kick your ass off this bed and take care of things myself," she hissed.

"I would love to see you try that, Berry, I really would."

So she fucking tried it.

She was almost completely under me, but she took me by surprise and almost got me flipped over before I got my balance back and pinned her arms down on the bed.

"I was a Cheerio for two and a half years, Berry, you're not going to win this fight."

"You're strong, I'll give you that," she said. "But I've been a dancer for fourteen years." She pulled one leg out from under me and used it to propel herself with enough momentum to flip me onto my back.

Those legs on her weren't just for show.

I sat up as soon as my back hit the sheet and caught hold of her arms even as she was trying to push me back down, pinning them behind her back. We sat there facing each other, daring the other one to try something. She lunged at me again but I was on top of her already, still holding her wrists behind her back.

"Wasn't there something you wanted me to be doing, Rachel? Stop fighting me or next time I'll get out my handcuffs."

I was so turned on from wrestling with her that I pushed open her legs, and slid the two middle fingers of my left hand into her pussy. She gasped.

"Rachel," I breathed. "You're so wet." Her tight little muscles pulsed against my fingers.

She didn't say anything. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was barely breathing. I slid in and out of her slowly, watching her feel me.

"Berry. Rachel, look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open.

"Are we good here?"

"If you stop, I will end you."

I pulled her hair to say, like, you are so not the boss here. She looked up at me with narrowed eyes. Yeah, she was ready. This was happening now.

I moved in and out of her in shorter, quicker motions. I found her g-spot, partly because I could feel it inside of her, but mostly because she cried out every fucking time I dragged my fingertip across it. To think I had actually thought she was going to be shy.

I went at a torturous pace, taking breaks to kiss her, sometimes sucking on her nipples. I didn't want this to be about her coming. I wanted it to be about me fucking her.

Half an hour later her skin was covered in a slick layer of sweat, her hair clinging to her neck in curls. My arm was burning with the effort and I could feel beads of sweat on my neck. And underneath me she was so wet I could hear my fingers sliding through her stickiness.

I tugged at her hair to get her to look at me. "Don't even think about coming yet," I breathed into her ear as I fucked her. "Do you understand me? I'm not done here yet."

I took my fingers out, slid my arms under her, and rolled her onto her belly. I took her right hip in my right hand and pulled her ass back into my body then wrapped my arm around her belly from beneath, and slid the fingers of my left hand back inside her, slapping my palm against her ass every time I went in.

I almost came watching it.

When her pussy got all swollen and started to clench my fingers so hard I had trouble keeping them in, I grabbed her by the hair and rolled her back onto her back so I could see her face during what was about to happen. Her cheeks and lips were dark, her eyes were unfocused and she grabbed at my hair and my back before her hands found the fabric of the sheets and curled around it. I put my fingers back in and finished her with a few last hard, fast strokes.

"Fuck… yes... Santana… yes…"

I have to say, I kind of love it when girls scream my name while they're coming, and holy sweet Yahweh, Berry was so intense. She was almost legit crying. I was not going to forget this particular moment in approximately ever.

She gripped my legs with her feet and rocked her body up and down on my fingers on her way back down, and buried her face in my neck. She couldn't see me so I let myself grin.

Ten minutes passed with her lying against me, and me running my fingers tips up and down the damp skin of her back, and I thought she had fallen asleep. "I'm going to touch you now Santana," she murmured into my neck.

"You don't have to do that, Rachel," I said. "This was about me taking advantage of you, not the other way around."

"Do you think I would fuck you out of obligation? Just… be patient with me, please." She sat up, a determined look on her face. "Any words of wisdom?"

"You already know what to do. Do what you do to yourself."

So, I wasn't expecting this part – reciprocation – and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. When someone's fingers are on your clit you're at their mercy, and this girl did kind of hate me.

Once those soft fingertips were sliding through my stickiness and her tits were bouncing in my face as she moved, I got over it.

Afterwards I was lying on my back trying to get my breath back, and she was sitting Indian style, leaning forward to rest her head on my belly. She was rubbing her sticky fingers together and examining them intently. "You know, Santana," she said, "You really should have some hair down there. It's much healthier, protecting you against infectious microorganisms and chafing."

She was lucky I'd just had an orgasm. I glared up at her and closed my eyes again.

"Not that I don't like. . . how it looks," she stammered. "I'm sorry I'm not as sexy down there as you.".

"Don't worry about it Berry, I like a landing strip just fine."

She sat for a minute, staring at me. "Your body is so amazing. It's no wonder you can have anyone you want."

"Shut up, Berry." I started to pull the blanket over myself and she stopped me.

"I liked how you reached behind you and grabbed the pillows when you had an orgasm. That was good. That was.. that was hot." Her cheeks turned bright red.

I laughed. "See, Rachel? Now you know how freaking wise I truly am. Think of what you would have missed out on if you let the fact that you hate me get in the way of us giving each other orgasms."

"I don't hate you, Santana. Also, I'm heartened to know after tonight that if it did come down to a street brawl between us, I could definitely hold my own against you. You may have a height advantage, tons of lean muscle and not an ounce of body fat, but I did pin you on your back for approximately four seconds."

"It was not anywhere near that long, short stack."

"We should arm wrestle."

"My arms are tired, Berry. Maybe you remember why. Also, why doesn't sex make you sleepy like it does to normal people? You're pretty much a total mutant."

She got quiet again, then sat up. "Should I get dressed so you can take me home?"

I sat up too and looked at her. "Is that what you want?"

"Well, your bed is really quite comfortable. Also highly sturdy and not noisy at all, which I guess is really important for you considering how much use it gets and the proximity of your parents to this room."

I laid back down with a sigh. "Berry, go to sleep."

"Fine. You are highly bossy, before, during, and after sex."

"You like it."

She laid down next to me.

"So what happens now? How do people behave at school on Monday after hooking up on Friday?"

"Well Berry, I'm going to buy you a promise ring this weekend, so you can wear that and everyone can know you're mine. Then we'll walk down the halls holding hands and tell each other about our days and maybe we'll even get matching tattoos on our ankles. We'll have to kiss each other on the cheek between every class, and we'll lock ourselves in the janitor's closet when we need a quickie. . . Actually, I can totally see that last part happening."

"So it's basically going to go back to normal with me annoying you and you being horrible to me."

"Pretty much."

"Will you still stare at me lecherously when I sing in glee club? Because frankly, that was kind of exciting."

"You're going to have to look extra hot to keep my attention now that you let me in your pants once already."

"Can I have that Sondheim t-shirt?"

"For the love of all that is holy, Berry, go to sleep."