Rachel’s never had a girlfriend before, let alone two. It’s a new experience, and frankly, a little overwhelming. They’re still pretty new (as a polyamorous threesome and not just Santana and Dani, and Rachel sleeping with Santana and Dani at separate times), and while it hasn’t been the smoothest transition, Rachel knows she’s still been the happiest she’s been in a long time.
Hearing the door push open, Rachel cranes her neck around. Looking over her glasses she only pulls out when her eyes are unable to keep her contacts in any longer, she smiles when Dani’s beaming face greets her.
"Hey Rache." Ducking down, Dani retrieves her bag, hops over to the couch as soon as the door is closed, and drops a kiss to Rachel’s cheek. "I didn’t know you had glasses,” she comments, reaching out a hand to touch the side of the frames. “San in the shower?”
Bypassing her to tangle her fingers into Dani’s hair, tugging her onto her knees next to her, Rachel gives her a proper kiss. “My eyes are tired today,” she answers, laughing when Dani pushes her down onto her back on the cushions, “And yes, she is.”
"Well you should wear them more often. They’re cute." She nods, studying Rachel intently, and adds, “Yeah, definitely cute.” Grinning, Dani initiates the kiss this time, wriggling her thighs in between Rachel’s legs to settle herself more comfortably on her. Her tongue presses into Rachel’s mouth, "Mmm… You taste like strawberries. And, uhh.” Making a face, the dirty blonde fishes for something between their bodies, “Book pressing in awkward places!”
"Not so comfortable for me, either!" Trying to help, rolling and moving around, when Dani finally manages to pull the book out, tossing it onto the nearest surface, Rachel takes the opportunity to kiss the bottom of her jaw and her neck – wherever she can reach, really. Dani’s different than Santana and Finn and everyone else Rachel’s been with; her skin is softer, the feel of her hair, how her body fits against her, barely taller than her, and her scent… Rachel loves it.
”Do you want me to take your glasses, too?”
Humming in agreement, Rachel barely has time to wait for Dani to accept and deposit them before the girl pushes herself back down, into her prior position. Propping herself up on her elbows on either side of Rachel, she smirks. “Hi.”
Rachel smiles back. “I like you on top of me,” she admits softly. Circling her arms around Dani’s waist, she pulls her closer.
“Then it’s a good thing I like being on top of you.” Leaning forward, her bangs falling to tickle Rachel’s forehead, Dani slowly rolls her hips forward. Catching Rachel’s surprised gasp in her mouth, the taller girl slides her hands under her sides, crushing their chests together.
Ohh. Arching into her, Rachel moans. She likes this. A lot. She’s always been attracted to Dani in some way, even from the beginning, but now, having let that feeling grow and putting a name to it…? Electricity. She and Santana make Rachel feel electric.
It’s not exactly harmed by the fact that Dani’s a practiced kisser, too. While Rachel has had her fair share of kissing practice, Dani was assured and dominant from the start. She knew boundaries and what not to do’s, of course, but being Rachel’s first female kiss, she’d managed to set the bar pretty high.
She was also learning how to read Rachel’s body very well.
Speaking of…
“Eaghh!” “Ughh!” Shrieking when extra weight suddenly drops down on them, a larger body pouncing on Dani’s back, Rachel grunts as Dani’s cheek bounces off of her’s. Anger flaring up as feeling starts flooding back into her limbs after the initial shock, Rachel fights to pull herself back enough to see over Dani’s head. Already knowing who it is due to the laughter and Dani’s outraged admonishments, her body squirming on Rachel’s as she’s trying to turn around and not exactly doing anything to stop from Rachel’s body reacting happily, even if it’s not too comfortable, Rachel finally gives in and slumps back. At least she’s not getting squished painfully.
“You could have hurt us!” Dani snaps, caught awkwardly where she can’t prevent herself from falling sideways into Rachel and can’t get a grip on Santana to keep herself up. “And, get off! We’re squishing – we’re squishing Rachel.”
“I could do better,” Rachel agrees.
Shifting forward, wrapping her arm around Dani’s shoulders, her other hooking over the back of the couch, Santana peers at Rachel. “You know you like being under us,” she smirks. Dani sighs at the obvious double entendre, meeting Rachel’s gaze and rolling her eyes, grinning lightly.
Rachel rolls her eyes as well before looking at Santana. “Be that as it may…” she draws in a deep breath, lifting an eyebrow, and reaches up to grab both of Santana and Dani’s cheeks, “I’d really like to get up now.”
Groaning, “Spoilsport,” Santana nips Rachel’s thumb, presses a quick kiss to the back of Dani’s head, and shoves herself off of them. Grunting at the extra pressure, heat having flared after the bite, Rachel laughs when Dani slips fully back around to peck her lips and push off, heading to the bathroom while announcing that it’s her turn to take a shower. Almost immediately, Rachel’s body barely getting enough time to relax and breathe, Santana is bending over her, a hand pressed to the back of the couch to keep her balance. “San - ?”
“My turn for a kiss,” Santana smirks, pushing her hair behind her ear to get it out of the way.
Sighing and faking impatience, Rachel sits up. “Oh, alright.”
“You make it sound like it’s a chore.”
“Well, you did crush me.”
Santana widens her eyes comically, deadpanning, “You’re saying I’m fat?”
“Oh be quiet and come here. You know I would never fall into such cliché-ish female banter.” Snagging her hand in the collar of Santana’s waitress top, Rachel pulls her in close, smiling, “Now. Before you leave without getting anything.” Rachel knows Santana knows she’s not joking. The girl had learned the hard way that Rachel would leave her high and dry with numerous obnoxious sexts and pictures during her shift, so effective that she had to drag Dani into the supply closet during their break to relieve the tension. Rachel hadn’t minded; after all, she’d been sending Dani the same kind of things. And how the two had double teamed her when they got home, right before Rachel’s shift…? Rachel still has dreams about it.
But anyway. Santana smells like her shampoo and perfume, her skin still warmed from the shower. Her eyes have darkened, and as they flicker down to take in Rachel’s slightly pouting lips, her own quirk up. “What if I want to take that chance?”
Rachel closes her eyes. She can feel Santana’s breath, and the awareness of Santana’s body close to hers, and it’s combining with the feeling Dani had left her from before to make her feel extra electric. In some capacity or the other, Santana had always affected her this way; she’d barely survived the first time they’d had sex. “Just kiss me.”
Instead of responding verbally, Santana does. Breathing in deeply through her nose, Santana closes the distance, her free hand cupping and massaging the back of Rachel’s head, angling her into a better position. Mmming as she deepens the kiss, Rachel wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s sides. She also likes this. A lot. The way Santana feels against her is incredibly satisfying, the lines of her body exciting in ways different than how anyone else feels or had felt against her. And she definitely lives up to the bar Dani had set for kissing. Not that Rachel had ever doubted that.
Sucking on Rachel’s lower lip, Santana bites down on it, soothing the hurt with her tongue a second later.
Moaning, Rachel moans again for a different reason as the alarm on Santana’s phone goes off. “Oh,” she exhales, pushing her fingers between their lips when Santana continues trying to kiss her even as her hand searches for her phone in her pocket, “No, you need, you need to go.”
Santana groans gutturally. Finally finding her phone, she straightens, pushing her wave of hair behind her shoulder. Turning off the alarm, she narrows her eyes at Rachel, “Sometimes it’s so annoying how you want me to keep my job.”
Rolling her eyes at Santana’s following grin, Rachel pats her thigh. “Come on. Let me up and go to work.” It is about time she gets off that couch anyway.
“Fiiiiiiine.” Providing her hand to help pull Rachel up, Santana sighs and fluffs her hair out. Tugging her skirt and blouse to straighten them out, she turns to Rachel. “Do I need to use the mirror?”
Rachel studies her. “Let me see…” Tucking a stray strand of hair behind Santana’s ear and swiping her thumb over her upper lip to wipe away a streak of lipstick, Rachel smiles at her. Santana is always beautiful. “Perfect.”
Santana smiles makes Rachel’s heart thump. “Thanks.”
“Oh, Santana, let me see you out. I forgot to get the mail,” Dani calls out as she walks out from the bathroom. Flushed from the heat and clad in pajama pants and a wife beater, running a towel through her hair, she looks absolutely stunning, and Rachel knows the expression on her face is mirrored by Santana. Stopping in front of them, Dani raises her eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip after draping the towel over her shoulders. She grins. “Well?”
And on that note, Rachel thinks as she waves the two girls off, pausing to retrieve her glasses on her way to the kitchen to make her afternoon smoothie, she should get her energy up for when Dani comes back.
Rachel’s never had a girlfriend before, let alone two. But, she grins to herself, taking a deep sip of her smoothie and playing with the condensation on the glass, she can’t say she’s not enjoying it.