A/N: We (FoxChaos and purrpickle ["Purrx"]) don't own Glee nor the characters within. Well. Here. Have the first chapter of the sequel to Perfect. Just be warned. Plot will come into this somewhere along the line. XD Again, sparsely edited because we're going to go ahead and start the next chapter now. Also again, should be readable. :D

Warning: This contains g!peen, so if you don't like it, don't read it. :D

Rachel wakes up to a slow, constant rise and fall of her pillow. Warm, tired, and aching in places she hadn't since her first time, she shivers when fingers stroke her cheek, pushing hair away from her eyes. "I can tell you're awake," Santana's voice rumbles against her ear.

Lips curving up as she realizes Santana's other hand is curled around the small of her back, legs stretched out alongside Rachel's, Rachel squeezes Santana's bare hip under her arm.

She would have expected to be uncomfortable, splayed across Santana's body in an almost ungainly sprawl, only half of her chest and head supported by Santana's stomach and rib cage, but she's not. She blushes; that's obviously one of Santana's breasts resting against the top of her head. "How am I even here?" she sucks in some confidence and smiles, shifting her head up to gaze shyly at Santana's sparkling dark eyes and smirking plump lips, "I mean, how did I sleep like this?"

The smirk on Santana's lips sharpens as a thin eyebrow arches up. "Well, first I fucked you for like, two hours, and then-"

Rachel slaps her stomach, face lighting up a lovely shade of red (which Santana thinks is ridiculous considering the fact they're both very naked and why they're that way in the first place). "Santana! You're being vulgar." And despite the admonishment Rachel hasn't actually moved from her spot on Santana; if anything she's shifted so that she's even more atop the girl.

She gets a dirty grin in reply. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure I had much worse this morning…" The grin gets dangerously toothy as dark eyes narrow, and the shuttered look is enough to make Rachel shiver a little. "And I know you did…" Then Santana's bringing her hands up to Rachel's sides, sliding them up and down and across her back as she lets her head fall back against the pillow, chuckling. "Didn't know you had it in you, Berry."

Rolling her eyes, pausing as they land on the exposed neck that Santana has just unwittingly exposed to her, Rachel offers up a smirk of her own, which goes unseen until she's moving up over Santana's warm body and laying a soft kiss directly over the girl's jugular, right before she nips down at it. The hands on Rachel's sides tighten suddenly and Santana's hips jump. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Santana…" murmurs the smaller girl as she continues placing little kisses and bites along Santana's throat.

Laughing breathily, the tanned girl let's Rachel keep going for a little longer before shifting her knees up, locking a foot around one of Rachel's calves, and flipping them overly smoothly. She gazes down at the smaller girl, eyes already starting to smolder. "Don't get me wrong, Rach," she starts, voice already low. "I'd love to see where this is going… But…" She sits up, straddling Rachel's hips and using her hands on both sides of Rachel's ribs to support herself as her hair cascades over her shoulder in a dark curtain. "I'm hungry. Really hungry. And if we wanna eat at all today, we should probably get outta bed, shower, and actually leave your dorm."

Rachel lifts herself up on her elbows, stealing a quick kiss, which Santana doesn't bother fighting, before answering snarkily. "Is the great Santana Lopez actually being logical and putting an opportunity for sex on hold in the name of proper hygiene and sustenance?" She gets a sharp pinch to her exposed nipple for that and has to bite her tongue quickly to keep from gasping.

Pecking Rachel's forehead, Santana gets off her and off the bed. She stretches out, reveling at the sounds of her spine and joints popping deliciously as she twists her waist and rolls her shoulders, completely uncaring of the free show she's giving Rachel. Or completely aware of and purposefully providing.

The other girl slowly licks her lips as she takes in the taunt back muscles moving under Santana's smooth skin and the flashes of lightly toned abs that she manages to get, along with some side boob. It's ridiculous that despite having seen all of Santana just hours before that somehow she isn't at all used to the sight and her eyes can't stop drinking everything in. Then Santana turns around, hands on her hips, and Rachel can't help but glance down at the soft cock hanging between toned thighs.

Memories of the morning rush back and she knows she's blushing again.

So, before the other girl can make a snarky comment, Rachel is up off the bed and headed over to grab her shower things. "So, we have two options," she says as she pulls out her robe from her closet. "We can shower separately, which is what we're supposed to do, or…"

She glances over at the clock on her desk, almost afraid to see how much of her day she's lost already. Even without her and Santana's morning… Workout, she blushes, trying to ignore how much her body was screaming at her that she'd been well satisfied, her schedule probably would have been out of sorts because she had after all, been woken up by Santana's call and subsequent calling for a taxi to go and pick up the inebriated girl.

Oh. 3:24. Definitely could have been worse.

"Or…?" Santana's voice, low and suggestive, is quickly followed by two strong, confident arms wrapping around Rachel's shoulders from behind, the girl's body pressing into her back. Warm, solid, Santana's hair tickling along her cheek, Rachel closes her eyes, unable to hold back the moan as this position brings back memories from earlier that day.

She's hungry, she's dirty, but she's also only a second away from turning around and pushing Santana back onto the bed and mounting her for a quick, frantic pounding orgasm. "Santana…" she groans, pushing back into her, "If you want to get anything done today, I suggest you let me put on this robe and find you something to wear as well."

Santana's hands fall to trace teasingly around Rachel's ribs and hips, thumbs massaging her hipbones. Her lips smiled against Rachel's cheek. "Aren't you the one who just practically propositioned me for shower sex?"

It's odd that her body reacts more to feeling Santana smile against her face than the thumbs and palms pressing into her hipbones, but either way Rachel can't help but melt a little. One more time can't do any harm. she reasons, and it's better to get this out of the way so they don't get all sweaty right after taking showers anyway, right?

Exactly.

Santana can't read Rachel's mind, though, and judging by her silence she's starting to wonder if maybe she's being too pushy, and if maybe Rachel really would like to take a break from all the sex without it meaning they're both asleep, because in hindsight the smaller girl is probably incredibly sore, and those dark bruises on her neck and shoulders and back also probably throb a little, and so just as she's about to pull back and say something about finding a proper place to eat apparently Rachel has come to a decision, because before Santana can blink she's being spun around and pushed against the wall closes to them and Rachel's hot mouth is over hers.

Her brain fries for a moment as all the blood that goes there for coherent thinking plummets into her core instead, waking up a much, much different kind of head. Her heart skips a beat as she feels Rachel slide her tongue over the seem of her lips, which open up automatically and finally her hands remember what they should be doing at this point and pull the other girl into her hips tighter.

Rachel's hands are in Santana hair and she's dominating the kiss easily, and Santana is letting her, she knows, which is fine, because she can Santana's length already starting to harden against her thigh and is pretty sure the roles are going to get reversed in due time.

Which is also fine.

Santana's hands are squeezing and massaging Rachel's lower back, her tongue talented and demanding in Rachel's mouth, even if Rachel's the one kissing her. And, pushing her hips up, sliding her thigh in between Rachel's legs, Santana swallows Rachel's gasp. "Mmhm," she chuckles huskily, pulling Rachel tighter against her, "Yeah. You're already getting wet, aren't you, baby?" The trembling and tensing of Rachel's stomach pushing into her is just making her arousal grow.

Fuck.

At least, she thinks, moaning as Rachel's fingernails scrape along her neck as she continues kissing her, that morning wasn't a fluke. That all she felt wasn't, presumably, a one-time thing.

"Santana…" Breath catching, shoving down to grind into Santana's thigh, Rachel's hands have to fall to grip Santana's sides, her head dropping as well to press her forehead into Santana's neck. Santana's erection, now at full-mast, is hot against her inner thigh, and it's just as thick and thrilling as she remembers it. "It should be criminal - mmm - how easily you affect me."

"Criminal?" Santana's lips turn up, suddenly taking one of Rachel's breasts in her hand and rolling her palm over the hard nipple, "Do you want me to stop?"

Stop? Rachel thinks, the concept seeming so foreign by this point. I don't think so.

With that thought firmly in place she lowers a hand, dragging her nails down Santana's arm and around her thigh before slipping it in between them and curling it around the girl's hardened dick. She hears Santana breathe in sharply; feels a shudder run through the taller girl, and doesn't even attempt to hide the small smirk stretching across her lips as she shifts her mouth away from Santana's neck and to the girl's ear.

"Santana…," comes the husky, confident whisper as Rachel continues to slowly tighten and loosen her grip, circling the length with her thumb back and forth. "If you even think about stopping, I swear on the great and wonderful Barbra Streisand that I will push you down onto that bed behind us and fuck you myself if that is what I need to do." But despite how assured she knows her voice sounds, and how her hand hasn't stopped massaging the hot, iron-like rod that is Santana's thick cock, Rachel can't help but bite her lip nervously and wonder if maybe that was a little too far and forward.

She should have known better, to be honest, because if the low moan and way Santana is suddenly forcing her roughly against the wall, hands on her thighs and grinding herself harder into Rachel's hand is anything to go by… it was all the right thing to say. The taller girl presses their chests together and starts up another heated kiss, still completely blown by how right everything feels.

As Rachel starts to press back into her, hand speeding up and swiping the pre-cum that's been dripping from her slit for the past few minutes now, Santana's hold on the smaller girl's thighs tightens as her her legs bend a bit and her lifts up, shifting her hips forward. Rachel takes the hint and jumps just enough to help, locking her legs around the girl's waist as her stomach flips and the idea of doing it this way seems to make her even more wet. "C-can-" she gasps as she feels Santana's head against her entrance. "Can you really… Can you actually do this?"

Honestly?

Santana's not completely sure. But she knows her thighs are still the equivalent of steel, and that her core muscles can definitely handle it. So.

She sheaths herself into Rachel, faster than she has before, and waits, holding Rachel firmly against herself and the wall as she lets Rachel to adjust. "Dunno, babe," is the low reply. "Guess you're about to find out."

Having been empty just the second before, and no matter how wet and open she is, Rachel still gasps, freezing, burning as her walls clamp down on Santana buried high in her belly. Thick, seemingly thicker than earlier due to the soreness Rachel had been feeling, Rachel both sways and pushes down on Santana's shoulders to afford herself some relief from Santana slamming into back of her. "Santana," she chokes, shaking, head falling to dig her forehead into the back of Santana's neck. When Santana shifted, arms tightening around her as she sagged, Rachel almost barks when her thickness stretches her walls even more.

But through it all, even as her nails don't leave Santana's skin as she squeezes Santana inside her to let her know she's ready to find out if Santana can, in fact do this, she knows, somehow, that Santana inside her like this, is better than when she wasn't throbbing inside her.

Should she be angry at Santana for the roughness?

Santana's hands pin Rachel's hips to the wall, the girl biting into Rachel's neck with a sighed, husky, "Fuck, you feel so goooooooood," chest heaving as she pulls herself back, slow, slow, dragging her thick head along her walls.

Rachel trembles, the sensation of being so dependent on Santana, even more than before, the inflexible firmness of the wall contrasting with Santana's flexing firmness makes her heart pound, clutching Santana to her.

No, she decides, only breathing again when Santana hisses at her to just before surging back into her just as fast as the first time, bottoming out, Rachel grunting like she's never heard herself do before as her back arches, rolling her hips to fully feel Santana inside her.

No. This is exactly what she wanted.

Thigh muscles working as she hunches her hips and slams up and forward again, Santana's moan is absolutely obscene against Rachel's neck, with her nails digging into the girl's legs and teeth consistently going between soft nibbles to sharp nips in time with the rough, building pace that the taller girl has started to set.

With each thrust Rachel is slammed into the wall and onto Santana, stretching and groaning as her muscles flex, inside and out, with abs trembling and hands shaking at the burning trail Santana's throbbing dick continues to forge inside of her, despite (or maybe because of) how tightly her walls are clamoring around her. She feels like she's burning up from the inside, starting from her core as heat and arousal and hot electricity seem to coil, releasing itself in sharp jolts every time she feels Santana bottom out and hammer into her harder and harder and-

Then Rachel, suddenly incredibly aware of how Santana's naked chest is smashed into hers and that there are two very, very stiff nipples rubbing against her own, remembers that she can use her hands, even if Santana can't.

So she does.

And Santana's thrust trips for a moment when she feels one of Rachel's hands claw across her shoulders and down to her chest, leaving an angry red trail over her tanned skin before those same nails are digging, lightly at first, into her tit as Rachel's massages the breast. Just as Santana's finding her rhythm there are two nails digging into her nipple and tugging, and the taller girl reacts by clamping down her teeth into the muscles of Rachel's trap, growling in ecstasy, and crashing her hips into Rachel's, which then forces the girl even harder against the solid, concrete wall behind her.

In response Rachel hisses, the nails still around Santana's neck stabbing along the girl's back as the other hand continues to roughly massage and twist at the tit it's cupping.

Somehow the idea that they're competing to make the other come first, and hard, hits them both at the same time, and only serves to make their movements more calculated and purposeful behind the pounding, biting frenzy that the act has quickly become.

Barely aware of something crashing to the floor after a particularly powerful thrust, Rachel times what she can of her own thrusts. Santana twists inside her, and as she pulls back, Rachel rolls her hips and squeezes Santana's breast harder, the hand now snarled in Santana's hair shoves her head up, away from Rachel's neck so she can crash their mouths together. She wants to breathe in Santana's gasps, she wants Santana's plump lips, and as Santana slams her back against the wall again, she bites down onto Santana's bottom lip.

The sound that leaves Santana's throat is one Rachel knows she'll never forget. It sounds desperate and raw, hitting Rachel as deep inside as her cock splitting her apart. "Rache," Santana growls, somehow finding the strength to push up on her toes so she can grind and rut inside Rachel between wet, deep kisses, "Rache, fuck, I want to ruin you."

"Then do it," Rachel hisses back, pushing Santana's head away, glaring into her blown eyes, "Wreck me for anyone else." And in that moment, she means it. She really, really means it.

Santana's body fuckin' stutters, and it takes all of her strength that she doesn't cum right then and there, doesn't swell up and explode deep inside her. Rachel wants her to wreck her?

Good fucking thing Santana had never been one to disappoint.

Santana pulls back until only her swollen head is still inside Rachel, licking at the drop of blood she can feel Rachel had nicked with her teeth; seeing Rachel's eyes move down at the motion, her mouth opening as her eyebrows draw together, she surges her way back into her, knocking all sound out of the smaller girl's body. There was no way she was going to let Rachel apologize. It was a badge of honor like the blood she knows the girl had drawn from her back earlier that she just hadn't bothered looking at yet.

No. This is new. This is Rachel, and the fact that Santana can drive her so crazy that she can't control herself, has her wailing and digging into Santana as hard as she can…

Santana likes it.

And she wants more.

And, in a split-second decision, she wraps her arms under Rachel's ass, clenches her muscles, and pushes completely away from the wall.

From what she can barely remember regarding the set-up of Rachel's dorm, there is a desk somewhere not far, and if she's going to ruin Rachel, she's going to ruin every part of this room for Rachel, too.

So with that goal in mind Santana turns, biceps flexing against the body pressing into her and legs burning in delicious exertion. It's not that Rachel's heavy— she really isn't in the least, but her hips are still trying to pump in and out of the silky vice squeezing and milking her cock, so said legs aren't completely sure what they should be focusing on.

Santana knows, though, and as she keeps Rachel distracted with rough kisses and the rougher kneading of her ass (which is supposed to be more for Santana's pleasure than Rachel's but the small singer doesn't exactly seem opposed to the treatment) she walks them over to the desk, kicking a foot out to shove the chair aside and out of her way. It clatters to the carpeted floor with a soft thump right as Rachel's ass hits the (thankfully empty) surface of the wood structure.

Moaning at the cold that comes in contact with all slippery heat that is her ass, thighs, and swollen nether lips, Rachel bites Santana's tongue in surprise and desperation. She's about to tell the taller girl to start moving again, because there's been a break in the rutting that Rachel is not at all pleased about, when without warning Santana's arms are around her back and she's being slammed into the girl's chest just as Santana's dick is slammed into her. She keens, nails scrambling for a perch again as her legs tighten their hold around the ex-cheerleader's waist and the wind is knocked out of her lungs for a moment.

Rachel isn't given any time to recover, though, because Santana's full upper body is hugging her close as her hips piston back and forth at such a rate that the desk is jerking against the wall, books are falling, and Rachel can't quite remember her own name. Her entire world revolves around the hard muscles flexing against her skin, the firm breasts crushing against her own, and the sounds and smells of dirty, deliciously dirty and unrepentant fucking.

Cock starting to swell and legs starting to trembling, Santana slams her palms down against the surface of the desk right behind Rachel, giving her more leverage to lift and thrust while keeping the smaller girl as close to her as physically possible. "I'm gonna fucking ruin every fucking part of this stupid dorm for you," she puffs out in between the harsh inhales and exhales stuttering through her lungs. "When you sleep you'll dream about me fucking you like a little bitch," she continues, drawing out all the way to the outer lips before slamming back inside. "When you're sitting here, trying to just study, you won't be able to think of anything but how I had you here, squirming, and so fucking desperate for to me tear that little pussy of yours in half."

She swears she can feel Rachel's walls clench around her even tighter and there are definitely a set of nails digging into the base of her spine as Rachel moans her name and a deep, begging, "Please, San-"

"What, baby? What? You want that? You want…" She pulls back again, biting back the moan and feel of loss as the length of her dick hits the cool air, Rachel's pussy clutching and pulling at her head to keep her in her, "This?" When she's seated completely inside Rachel again, she has to gather her breath because it actually took more effort to push through Rachel's walls, slick and as drenched as they are. "Tight," she hisses, rotating her hips and doing truncated crunches to make quick, slapping sounds as her hips impact the back of Rachel's thighs, Santana's hands scrambling up just long enough to pull Rachel's legs from around her waist. Pushing Rachel back until she's snug against the cupboard part of the desk, Santana can barely concentrate on the fact that the girl's flexible enough for her calves to tremble around Santana's shoulders because this new position is almost like there's nothing stopping Santana from spearing right through her.

Rachel's so wet and snug and mewling so loudly as her nails are now raking up and down Santana's shoulders, abs and legs tensing, gasping Santana's name over and over again that her body only coils tighter and tighter. The desk is rough against her back, but she doesn't care because Santana's thickness is so deeply buried in her she knows her body's going to mold to her shape. "Yes," she practically screams, the desk slamming against the wall in time with Santana pounding into the back of her pussy, sluicing back and forth as Rachel just gets tighter as her orgasm mounts.

Even with the frenzy of earlier that day, even with how well Santana had fucked her before, Rachel knows she won't forget this. Every time she's going to sit at that desk, she's going to have to fight the urge to finger-fuck herself into a mess as she remembers Santana filling her.

And Rachel loves the idea. She needs this orgasm to happen to make sure it does. And for that to happen, she knows what she needs. Crashing Santana's mouth into hers, Rachel can feel the pulsing of Santana inside her so acutely that she swears she never doesn't want to feel it. Somehow.

"Santana," she chokes, gasping, kissing Santana as well as she can through the girl's straining lunges, "Now. Now. I need you to cum. I need you to fill me up. So deep. So big. Fill me completely. C'mon baby. I know you can do it."

And just like that, as though her body is completely hardwired to please this girl writhing and whimpering against her, Santana feels her cock surge and swell as she starts to breathe in and out raggedly, hips stuttering and shaking without rhythm. Then she's coming, so hard and forcefully that despite how tightly she's locked her hips against Rachel's and how there can't possibly be enough space for them she's pretty sure cum is being forced out from between them.

It only intensifies when she feels Rachel shatter as well, the smaller girl's nails digging into her skin so sharply she knows she's gonna have scars there with the way the marks sting as salty sweat slides across them.

It's fantastic.

The way Rachel's body molds itself and locks against hers, with their nipples straining against each other and their hips and lips fitted so damn perfectly.

Santana loses herself in her orgasm and doesn't come up for air until she feels Rachel's entire body go limp against her and the desk, once tensed legs now suddenly weighing down on her shoulders and the girls arms practically melting into her back.

Rachel's barely aware of herself, mostly just aware of how Santana (everything single inch of Santana) feels against and inside of her. All the burning, and the heat, and the stretching. Even as the weight of the other girl still pushing against the back of thighs and spreading her wide falls against her in that decidedly post-orgasm kind of way and strains her muscles in way they haven't been strained since she first started ballet, Rachel's brain takes a moment to clear away some of the sex haze.

When she finally does however, body slowly coming down from its high, the position starts to become uncomfortable enough for her to try and move her legs. "S-Santana…" she grunts softly, slowly trying to move a leg off the girl's shoulders.

Getting the hint, Santana takes a deep breath, willing some energy into her body despite how all her muscles seem to want to emulate her softening member and just not. The only reason she's still firmly on her feet, besides putting so much of her weight on Rachel and the desk, is because upon cumming her knees locked. When she hears Rachel whimper her name again and push against her, she remembers what she's supposed to be doing, and gently takes Rachel behind the knees and helps the girl lower her legs down to rest on the edges of the desk.

As Rachel sighs in contentment, Santana leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips, pulling away before the other girl can deepen it, giving her something between a pleased smile and a sated smirk. "You alright…?" she asks. Her voice is relatively casual, but some concern laces through it, and there's a glimmer of the same in her dark eyes.

Rachel leans forward, arms going to wrap themselves around Santana's neck as she rests her forehead in the crook of the girl's neck and nuzzles the skin there, sighing heavily and letting all of her muscles finally relax. "Mmmm… More than okay, I assure you…" She hears Santana chuckle as she starts playing with the tanned girl's hair idly. Still not moving, she asks, "So… shower and food…?"

Her stomachs takes that opportunity to make its complaints known, and despite how flushed her body still feels, Rachel knows for a fact she's blushing hotly. To her relief, Santana only smirks and kisses her, drawling in amusement, "Cute."