A/N: Your wish is my command.

I Didn't Really Mean It

Chapter 2

Rachel awoke very slowly, brought out from her restful sleep by a low-murmuring voice coming from inside her room accompanied by the soft padding of pacing footsteps. As she came to more and more, Rachel realized that it was Santana whispering lowly - growling in a hushed tone more like, she seemed very angry, or at least frustrated – and pacing her carpeted floor. Deciding not to alert Santana that she's awake and stop an obviously very intense and possibly conversation or make her leave in order to continue it, Rachel just lay there with her eyes closed and rolled onto her side so she could mask her breathing more efficiently, listening to Santana growl into the phone.

"Fuck you, Jimmy," She seethed, "I don't give two shits whether or not you need me, I don't need you." There was a pause and a raised, garbled hum of a voice coming through the phone. "That's bullshit! You have plenty of girls to do that bit. Get Candice to play the naughty school girl part, she's been itching for my job, she'd love to be Daddy's Worst Nightmare." Another pause, then, " Dammit, Jimmy! I'm not coming back! I quit! I have a girl now, one that I've like for quite a while now and I finally got her and she doesn't like my job, so you know what, I'm gonna choose her over a job that's gonna get me nowhere!" There was lots of garbled shouting coming from the other line, Rachel could almost make out the phrase, "You aren't quitting, I'm firing you!" but that could have been just from her watching too many old movies with Kurt and Blaine. "Yeah? Well fuck you, Jimmy! Fuck you, your dirty whores, and your goddamn dive of a club!" Santana snapped her phone closed and threw it on the bed; Santana began to rub her temples out of frustration.

When she looked up, Santana seemed to be looking right at Rachel, it was then that Rachel realized that, while Santana was caught up in her yelling, Rachel had opened her eyes out of intrigue to watch her display. Santana smiled at Rachel and crawled on top of the bed and over to her so she was hovering directly over Rachel. "Sorry for waking you," she says.

"No, it's okay," Rachel replies, "I needed to wake up eventually." Rachel smiled lazily at the other girl.

"So..." Santana began awkwardly, "how much did you hear?"

Rachel figured she was referring to the part where Santana called Rachel her girl. "Just the last of it," Rachel assured her, but a wicked smile crossed her face at the last second. "But I heard enough."

"Oh no! You heard me say you were my girl, didn't you?" Santana sat back and hid her face in her hands. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I jumped the gun, didn't I? I rushed, I know! God I have to stop doing that!"

Rachel laughed at her and pushed herself into a sitting position; she pushed Santana's hands from her face, "Hey, hey! No, it's fine. I... I want to be your girl. If I get what I got last night I really, really don't mind it." She made a silly face after to show that she was joking... sort of. Santana smiled at Rachel and brought her hand up to brush her cheek with the back of her hand. Rachel leaned into the touch and Santana flipped her hand over to press her palm against the cheek fully; Rachel pressed a light kiss there, just over her wrist, in response. "Am I the only one you're this tender with?"

"Yes," Santana responds simply. "I haven't touched someone this way since high school."

Rachel took Santana's hand by the wrist and pulled it away from her cheek to lean forward and press a slow, languid kiss to Santana's lips. Rachel let their hands hand loosely between them, but after a few moments of heated kissing Santana pulled her hands from Rachel's and slid them around her back, pushing in order to force her closer to Santana.

When Rachel fell against Santana and their bare breasts rubbed together it was then that she realized that the sheet had fallen around their waists, exposing them completely. Rachel, being self conscious, pulled away and covered herself with the fallen sheet, blushing and hanging her head in order to hide it.

"Hey, no," Santana spoke tenderly, "don't hide from me... you're beautiful." Santana pried Rachel's hands from her grip around the sheet and let it fall back down around her waist. "You're not really gonna get shy on my now, are you?" Santana joked, guiding Rachel's head up to face her with her fingers against her chin.

Rachel laughed and pulled Santana in for a kiss. "I suppose it would be kind of silly," she said against her lips.

Santana, in response, pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her to straddle Rachel. "Very silly," she said before pulling the sheet away from her body completely and exposing her to the chilled air in the room. She licked her lips at the sight of Rachel's completely bare body.

Rachel squeezed her legs together in apprehension at begin completely bare in front of Santana when there was no darkness to cover her imperfections. Even with Santana licking her lips and staring at her hungrily, Rachel still felt as though she was being judged... and not in the good way.

Seeing how timid Rachel looked, Santana dragged her hand from Rachel's tight and over the curve of her hip and waist until stopping over her breast where she kneaded the soft mound of flesh in her hand, tweaking the nipple every so often. Santana grinned devilishly when Rachel shivered at the contact of her hand against her flawless ivory skin. "You are so sexy," Santana says. "I think you may just be the sexiest girl I've ever known." Rachel moans when Santana takes hold of her other breast and begins to knead them both in her hands and moves her hips between Rachel's legs and presses her weight down to cover the smaller girl.

"Santana... please," Rachel lets out in a trembling voice, "I want you..."

Santana smirks as she presses her lips against Rachel's neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. "What do you want, baby?" Her breath ghosts over Rachel's ear, making a shiver rack her body. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." Santana takes Rachel's earlobe between her teeth and tugs slightly before husking out, "I live to please."

"I-I want you to..." Rachel hesitates, both from the sensation of Santana covering her body completely and tugging her ear with her teeth and just from her apprehension of saying what she really wanted.

"Tell me," Santana said roughly.

"I want you to-to..." Rachel took a breath, "fuck me."

Santana's devilish side came to play at that moment, "I can do that, baby... Well." Santana slid herself down Rachel's body slowly, kissing every inch of skin she could reach until she reached the apex of Rachel's thighs. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," she whispered against the skin just below her bellybutton before kissing lower until her breath was coasting just over Rachel's wet sex. "Damn, you are dripping."

"All for you," Rachel breathes out, sliding her hands down to curl her fingers into Santana's raven locks. "Please..."

Santana smirks before quickly taking a lick up her slit before sucking her swollen clit between her lips. Rachel's hands fist in Santana's hair and tug slightly, moaning as the Latina thrusts her tongue in and out of Rachel's opening. Rachel began to arch her back and thrash violently when Santana inserted her fingers. She arched so high Santana had to press her hips back down so she could continue lapping at her without straining her neck too much.

"Oh God! Santana!" Rachel began to yell loudly as the thrusting of Santana's fingers and sucking by her lips became almost punishing. "Santana! I'm so close! Please... don't stop!" Santana didn't, she just curled her fingers and pressed hard against that one spot inside of Rachel that made her come, screaming. "There! Yes! Santana!"

She began to buck her hips roughly while Santana continued to lick at her and thrust into her until she went ridged with her back arched and her head thrown back in ecstasy and a shrill yell emitting from her gaping mouth. Finally she collapsed back onto the bed in a breathless heap. Santana crawled back up her body and laid her head down on Rachel's sweat-slicked chest, listening to her heartbeat slowly return to a normal pace.

"You're my girl now, right?" Santana said, looking up at Rachel's face, her bangs slicked down against her forehead with sweat, her cheeks red with a blush, and her eyes glassy with satisfaction; she looked utterly satiated and thoroughly fucked.

Rachel looked down at her and smiled lazily, "Yes... of course. For as long as you want me."

"I want you always," Santana replied and kissed her girl against her neck and nuzzling her face into her hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla and honey and sweat. "Always."