I'm back, I guess. This one is slightly different from the previous ones but has the same essence. I hope you like it, tell me what you think and thanks for reading.

Sorry about the mistakes you'll find here.

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"Hey, Rach, guess what, I've just discovered this new restaurant and it has breadsticks just as good as the ones in Lima" Santana said as soon as Rachel was inside their apartment. The diva looked at her beaming girlfriend who was currently sitting on the couch with her legs on top of the coffee table eating sticks from a paper bag.

"Good evening to you, too, Santana." Rachel said sarcastically, Santana rolled her eyes.

"Good evening, baby, how was your day?" Santana lamely asked while stuffing a stick into her mouth.

Rachel huffed in response.

"C'mon, baby, come here." The brunette patted the spot beside her batting her eyes.

Rachel tried not to laugh but she couldn't resist Santana and made her way to the couch, she slumped down and almost - almost - knocked the bag of bread down in the process but Santana was quick and grabbed it midair, accidentally elbowing Rachel in the stomach. The diva glared at her while rubbing the sore spot and standing up. "I'm sorry, babe I wa-"

"I'm not talking to you" Still glaring, Rachel made her way to their room and slammed the door shut. Santana chuckled and continued to watch TV and eat her beloved breadsticks. She would kiss Rachel better later. About ten minutes later, she was almost finished when she heard the bedroom door opening and a very naked Rachel coming out of it - swaying her hips - she crossed the small corridor that lead to the kitchen, opened the fridge and bent down to pick something that apparently was on the bottom drawer.

Santana's mouth watered and in no time she was up, stuffing the last breadstick into her mouth, she cleaned her hands into her shorts and hugged Rachel from behind gripping the diva's waist. "Baby, you're so hot."

Rachel was having none of it though, she carefully took Santana's hands off of her and closed the door of the fridge, leaving a dumbfounded Santana's behind her. She picked up a small bowl from the cupboard and a spoon to put some fruit salad for her. "C'mon, Rach, don't be like that." Santana recomposed herself and tried to hug Rachel but yet again, the diva only shrugged her off. "Don't do this to me, baby, I said I was sorry." Santana tried once more, this time she gripped tighter and nibbled Rachel's ear.

Santana knew that was Rachel's weak spot, she felt the diva melting in her arms and raked one hand down to cup the singer's core, feeling how the shorter's girl breath hitched at the action "I'm supposed to be angry at you." Rachel breathed out throwing her head back to kiss Santana's lips.

Santana turned them around and pinned Rachel against the counter. "You can never be mad at me, you know that." Rachel stifled a laugh and pouted.

"Of course I can, I have before." She crossed her arms and frowned.

Santana giggled and uncrossed Rachel's arms, putting them around her waist "Maybe you can try to convince me of this when you're not naked and adorable, ok? But right now I just really want to kiss you." And she did so, she kissed Rachel passionately.

Rachel broke the kiss and started to pepper light kisses all over Santana's torso. "You love breadsticks more than you love me." She mumbled against the exposed shoulder and bit it.

Santana took Rachel by her shoulders making her look into her eyes. "Of course not, baby, what kind of person do you think I am?" She looked truly hurt "It's a tie." She said and started laughing, much to Rachel's displeasure. The smaller woman pushed Santana off of her and walked away.

"1, 2, 3." Santana counted and laughed harder when she heard the door slamming. Now she had a lot of begging to do to make Rachel open the door - but not really because Rachel knew she was just kidding - and after having access granted to their room, she'd have a lot of kissing and squeezing and love making to do, but not before spending about five minutes staring at Rachel's adorable "I'm-trying-to-be-angry-face" and telling her how much she loves her.