"You are one twisted girl, Rachel Berry." Santana said with an impressed smirk.

Rachel merely shrugged her shoulders with an all new attitude. Suddenly she was confident, empowered and sexy. Santana couldn't help but find herself extremely attracted to this side of the brunette.

"Ok, so I'm pretty sure that was like, amazing. But I'm still all hot and bothered here, and it's getting late." Santana announced. She hoped her words were conveying what she really wanted to say.

"What are you suggesting?" Rachel asked with a quirk of her eyebrow. The tone in her voice told Santana that Rachel knew exactly what she was suggesting.

"Well.." Santana said in a low voice, stepping up towards Rachel so that they were nose to nose. "How about I give you a lift? My parents work late, so it's just me." Every word oozed with sexual subtext, making Rachel's skin prickle in heated excitement.

"What do I tell my dads?" Rachel whispered, looking tentatively into lust filled eyes.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that you're working on something really important and it's urgent, so it can't wait." Santana suggested, running her fingers along Rachel's goosebump covered arm.

"Ok." Rachel answered quickly before she could change her mind.

She followed Santana outside, unable to keep her eyes off the girls body. She couldn't contain the excitement of what was happening and what was about to happen. What had started as something innocent, had excelled to something beyond her wildest imagination.

When they made it to Santana's car, she climbed awkwardly into the passenger seat, both nervous and excited. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as the engine started, reminding her that this was real and it was really happening.

The ride was quiet to begin with and somewhat tense. She couldn't keep her eyes from wandering down to a pair of lean, tanned legs, hardly covered by the red cheerios skirt. The unbearable urge to touch Santana was becoming more and more appealing.

"I may be driving but I can practically feel you looking at my legs. You're going to have to stop if you want me to be able to drive. Coz I'm like two seconds away from pulling up and fucking you right now."

Rachel's cheeks flushed at the words and heat pooled again between her tightly shut legs. The arousal was pulsating throughout her entire body, and she couldn't resist the urge any longer.

She leant over just a bit, so that she could reach out her hand and place it on the tender skin of Santana's thigh. The latina's breath hitched, but she kept her eyes focused on the road. She knew if she looked away she'd swerve off the road and kill them both. Why oh why did she have to live so far away from school?

Her skin was hot and soft, just the way Rachel had imagined. Her confidence gained when Santana bit down on her lip and her chest started rising and falling at a rapid pace.

Rachel smirked and decided to tease her a bit more, trailing her fingers higher, rubbing against her inner thigh. Santana's body tensed, but her concentration didn't waver. Luckily there weren't many people on the road, or she was sure she would have crashed into someone by now.

"Finn might not have made you cum, but I'm not leaving until you're screaming my name." Rachel purred.

Santana bit her lip even harder, trying her best to contain her restless arousal. The higher Rachel's hand got, the more her resolve crumbled. She tried to tell herself that she could last until they were home, but when Rachel's finger brushed over her soaked through spanks, she knew ignoring her any longer wasn't an option.

"You're going to get us both killed if you don't stop that.." Santana said, her voice anything but convincing. Deep down, she knew she was loving the anticipation.

Rachel apparently chose not to listen, and without warning, pulled Santana's spanks to the side and slid two fingers along the length of her warm, drenched slit. Santana gasped and arched her back, somehow managing to keep on her side of the road.

"You're so wet." Rachel rasped, leaning over to place light kisses on Santana's shoulder, peppering her way up to her neck whilst exploring her wet folds.

"Fuck, Rachel.." Santana whined impatiently. She knew she was almost home, but suddenly a few blocks felt like a few years away.

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now." Rachel whispered hotly into Santana's ear.

"About as badly as I want to stop this car right now and let you do just that." Santana joked without a hint of humour in her voice.

Rachel's lips formed a satisfied smile. She loved the new, unfamiliar feeling of touching another woman. She had always wondered and fantasied about it, but the real thing was so much better than she expected. Especially the little struggling noises Santana let out each time she brushed her clit or teased her entrance.

"Shit babe, you're killing me here." Santana groaned, rolling her head against the seat deliciously.

Rachel smirked at her choice of endearment. She was really liking not being insulted by her for once. She wondered if this was the real Santana starting to come out.

"Oh, sorry." Rachel teased, starting to rub her fingers over a sensitive, swollen clit.

Santana whimpered and thrust her hips forward. She told herself 'just one more block, you can do it.' But the way Rachel was touching her made her realise how close she was already. The knot in her stomach tightened and her body started heating up.

"I can tell you're loving this. All those times you were looking at me in glee club, I could tell you wanted me too. I bet you've thought about me fucking you." Rachel husked against Santana's neck.

"Oh, I've thought about it alright." Santana agreed. "Every day after glee club when I got home I was so horny I had to get off, and every time I thought of you."

Rachel's heart leapt into her throat at the revelation. She stared at Santana in awe for a moment, and went to speak, but realised they were finally pulled up in her driveway in front of a decent looking house, certainly much better than Santana had made it sound.

She retracted her hand and hastily fumbled with her seatbelt. Both of them were rushing as if waiting ten more seconds would be the death of them.

Rachel didn't mean to slam the door so hard, but Santana barely noticed, beeping the car shut and coming around to Rachel's side, suddenly pinning her against the the door in a deep, desperate kiss. Both of her hands cupping Rachel's cheeks as they hungrily explored each other's mouths.

Santana made a low noise that resembled a growl as she bit down on Rachel's bottom lip. The brunette whimpered in delight and thrust forward so that their bodies were as close as possible.

"Inside, now." Santana said between impatient kisses.

Rachel didn't even need to respond, she followed closely behind Santana as she fumbled with the keys and ungracefully unlocked the door, swinging it open with a bang. Rachel followed her in quickly, and before Santana close the door, Rachel had her pinned against it, inevitably slamming it shut behind her.

Soft lips hurriedly attacked her neck, nipping more than kissing, claiming more than teasing, and it was fucking hot. Santana tugged at Rachel's waist, pulling her closer more harshly than intended. But they were both too into the moment to care about such details.

"Take me to your room, because I'm about to fuck you against the door." Rachel groaned.

Santana didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed Rachel's wrist and pulled her upstairs, tugging her along the hallway and almost throwing her into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. In an instant, their lips were reconnected, hands roaming each others bodies with untamed lust.

Rachel took charge, knowing that this was her moment to prove herself, and she was going to make the most of it. She pushed Santana up against the edge of the bed, causing her knees to buckle and fell onto her bed, looking up at a domineering brunette.

"Get this off." Rachel demanded impatiently, tugging at Santana's cheerio top.

In a combined effort, the top came off, along with a bra, and the same with Rachel, so that they were both topless. Rachel crawled on top of Santana on all fours and straddled her hips.

"You're beautiful." Rachel cooed, eyes marvelling at the chiselled body beneath her. She'd never seen anything quite as perfect.

Santana, although thrown off by the sentimental comment, found herself smiling back at Rachel, whose lips were now ravaging her chest. Apparently her mouth wasn't talented only for singing.

"Wow." Santana gasped out, latching onto thick, brown hair to push her closer. Her mouth felt amazing and made her body tingle in excitement of what was to come.

"Fuck this." Rachel announced, sitting up and tearing down Santana's skirt and her spanks so quickly Santana barely even noticed until she was naked and so was Rachel.

"Please.." Santana breathed out desperately, not even realising what she was pleading for.

"Please what?" Rachel asked, kissing her way down Santana's neck, hands torturously teasing her inner thigh.

"Just- please, hurry up. I need you to fuck me, now." Santana begged, hips canting upwards in need.

Rachel, drunk with desire slithered her fingers between slick folds, which were perhaps even wetter than before. She gasped at the sensation and felt around for a minute before sliding a finger inside of her.

Santana moaned into the intrusion, grinding her hips into the touch. She knew she looked pathetic, trying to hard to gain more friction, but she didn't care, and Rachel found it sexy beyond belief.

"More." Santana choked out.

Rachel leant forward, nibbling on her earlobe while sliding a second finger in. Her breath hitched when she felt Santana's walls contract around her fingers, urging her to pick up a faster rhythm, which she did without having to be asked.

"Oh my God." Santana moaned, rolling her head to bite into her pillow. She'd never felt anything better in her life, and to think it was Rachel Berry making her feel this way.

Rachel tested a third finger, finding it considerably easy due to how wet she was. Santana made a high pitched noise of delight and momentary pain at the fullness. Yet, it felt so fucking amazing. She was beyond caring that this was Rachel Berry, moaning out incoherent curses and profanities that weren't yet known to the English language.

"Are you close?" Rachel rasped into her ear, pounding her pussy so hard that she was knuckle deep, hitting a certain spot over and over again, eliciting the sexiest noises from the latina.

"Yes.." Santana breathed, barely audible. She rode Rachel's fingers, trying her best to keep up with the frantic pace. She knew she was so close to tipping over the edge, she was starting to strangle Rachel's fingers, making her work harder to keep her depth and pace, continuing to hit the spot Santana loved the most.

"Oh fuck, Rachel. I'm gonna cum." She whimpered, thrashing her head against the pillow, hands fisting the sheets so tightly that she thought they might rip.

Rachel had never felt more exhilarated in her life watching another woman cum, and especially the fact that it was her causing it. It was almost too much to handle, the arousal she felt, feeling her fingers inside of Santana's throbbing centre, hitting her just right was the most amazing feeling she'd ever had.

"Cum for me baby, Oh God, you're so fucking hot right now." Rachel husked, watching as Santana moaned and thrashed, hitting her point of ecstasy with one final thrust.

Her body started shaking in pleasure, a wave of euphoria sent her body into convulsions for almost a whole minute. All she could feel was ecstasy for what felt like a lifetime, yet it ended so quickly.

Rachel watched Santana intently as she came, convinced that it was something she would never forget. The feeling of pride and satisfaction from making another woman cum made Rachel feel infinite. She slid her fingers out and lapped at the slick juices, sucking off as much as she could, unable to get enough of the sweet taste that was Santana.

"That was fucking amazing." Santana panted, limp and exhausted from an intense orgasm.

Rachel smiled adoringly and leant down, pressing her lips softly against Santana's which quickly deepened so that the latina could taste herself on Rachel's tongue.

"Stay the night." Santana said, a demand more than an offer as they continued to passionately kiss.

Rachel wanted to say no. She knew she should have said no. For God's sake she had a boyfriend.

"Ok." She whispered back, rolling over to Santana's side, kisses now lazy and content.

It seemed that lifetimes passed until either of them spoke, just laying there in peace in aftermath of two amazing orgasms. Yet, it felt like so much more than that.

"I know this was just sex and all that.." Rachel began tentatively. "But, I hope this means that maybe you can stop teasing me so much at school."

Santana thought for a long time until finally replying. She turned to Rachel, a soft, vulnerable smile playing on her pouty lips.

"Only if you stop talking and cuddle with me. Because I'm pretty sure my body is dead."

Rachel didn't speak after that. Something inside of her knew that it was wrong, but somehow it felt so right. This was Santana Lopez after all. But when she curled into her small waist and wrapped her arms tightly around her naked form, it didn't feel like the bitchy girl who had teased her for two years on end. When Santana turned around and softly kissed her lips before whispering goodnight, Rachel couldn't keep the smile off her face or ignore the swelling her chest.

They fell asleep in each others arms, as if they were never enemies.