Get your crap together.

Rachel licked her lips and looked the woman up and down, “I think I would be okay with that.” She said “You’re lucky I kept up my very strenuous routine to make sure I’m always ready for a quick session with you.” She winked and pressed her lips to Santana’s cheek. 

“Oh you think you’d be okay with that?” Santana asked with a raise eyebrow and a cheeky smile on her cheeks, softening into the kiss that was placed against her cheeks. Her hands strayed to Rachel’s hips and rubbed softly. “As if you’d need a routine to be able to keep up with this,” She laughed before pushing Rachel gently back toward the bed.

Rachel downed the rest of the drink before she bit down on her lip and looked Santana up and down for a moment. “So, what have you got planned for me, Miss Lopez?” She finally asked, setting the glass aside as she grinned at her fiancee. 

Santana smiled and stepped toward Rachel, delicately plucking the smaller hands up into her own. “Well…” She began as she lifted Rachel’s hands one by one to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to them. “I was thinking I could take all clothes off, lay you back and then perhaps eat your pussy until you collapse of exhaustion,”

Rachel nodded her head and took a sip of her own ‘champagne’ as she smiled, “I like it, it’s fruity.” She commented, as she moved to sit next to the woman she was planning to marry. “Better than the real thing because I can maintain a clear mind.” 

Santana sampled a little more on her tongue before shrugging and drinking the glass in one go. A bonus was that there was never that bitter aftertaste that she’d grown so used to all those months ago. It had been that bitterness she craved before she sank into submission and self loathing. “Hey, not sure a champagne glass would ever have taken you out for the count, no matter how tiny you are,”

The brunette smirked and looked her fiancee up and down with a raised brow, “It won’t be forever, my pussy cannot wait for your dick to heal up.” She winked and jut shrugged her shoulders before taking the glass and sipping at the alcohol free liquid inside of it. “Yes ma’am.” 

“Well that’s reassuring and I’ll be sure to tell it to heal even faster now,” She laughed before moving the champagne bucket onto the floor and sitting at the edge of the bed. She patted the spot next to her and took a long drink from her own glass. “You know...and I’m not even lying about this, I’ve genuinely forgotten how different this tastes from the real thing,”

Rachel groaned and closed her eyes, her body pressing aainst Santana’s as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Wow, Santana was just… she could never put into words how much she adored the beautiful woman. “You’re amazing,” She managed to get out, her voice barely a whisper. “Please.” 

“Well I already know I’m amazing. I prove it to you almost every night. Well before I went and had an allergic reaction,” She said with a soft bitter undertone but laughed all the same and placed a kiss to Rachel’s cheek before moving away. She took hold of two glasses in one hand and popped open the bottle, filling the glasses to the brim with it. She set the bottle back down carefully and extended one of the flutes to Rachel. “Here’s to us and a night of working your pussy until you physically can’t take anymore,” She breathed before raising her glass in a cheers manner.

The brunette hummed to herself, a grin on her face, “Well, I do love when you take control.” She whispered, biting down on her lip as she looked the woman up and down. “Oh, I don’t think I can talk about work right now..” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she tilted her head back. 

Santana grinned and chewed her lip, hands exploring her lover's upper body. She'd seen it hundreds of times but still, Rachel had a tight little body to die for. "You're not even going to try?" She asked with a smirk before stepping back and taking Rachel's wrist, spinning her round once before drawing her close. It was almost as fluent as a dance move. "Well I guess we better just get down to business then..." Her hand ran up the smooth thighs. "Champagne?"

Rachel laughed as she followed the woman to their bedroom, squeezing her hand as she looked around and bit down on her lip. “How romantic,” She whispered, it had only been two days but to them, it was a lifetime so she knew this would be good for them. “Feel free, I may need a snack break though.” She said, with a wink as she moved towards the bed. 

"Well I figured that we don't really do all the stereotypical stuff and I'm not saying we have to because some of that shit is super cheesy but I like making my lady feel special," She told her before grinning. "You can beg me for a snack break then," She chuckled before grabbing her wrist and pulling her back from the bed. "I didn't say you could escape," She whispered as her hands ran across Rachel's stomach, untucking her shirt from the skirt she was wearing."Let's get this off," She breathed as she pulled Rachel shirt upward and off of her small, slender body. Her hands inched back to her stomach but this time higher. She traced her ribs slowly. "How was work?" She asked in a sultry voice as she began to speckle kisses across her shoulder.

Rachel was a little shocked by the sudden affection, her eyes widening before she laughed and watched her. “Oh, okay… are you sure?” The thought had never crossed her mind; perhaps she did take Santana’s dick in her mouth more often than Santana ventured down on her. She nibbled on her bottom lip and laughed, “Okay, but only because you look a little…” She gestured to her, “Panicked.” 

Santana chuckled sheepishly and dipped her head. "I don't think I can think properly when little Lopez is out of business," She joked before taking hold of Rachel's hand and bringing it up to her lips. Her other hand moved around her lover's body to rest at the bottom of her spine, pulling her closer. "And besides, you don't have to ask if I'm sure...I know how much I love eating you out. You just seem to like choking on my cock a little bit more," Then with that she eased back, not releasing Rachel's hand as she led her to the bedroom. True to her word, the small candles were flickering softly. "I'm not quite sure my fiancé feels as special as she should," She fathomed before looping around behind her wife-to-be and placing her hands on her hips. Her breath was warm on Rachel's jaw as she placed light kisses to the skin there. "So tonight I'm not going to stop until you beg me to,"

Rache had to admit that the past two days had been a little stressful - it was the longest the two of them had gone without sex since Santana’s stay in rehab but she knew it was needed for the appropriate healing time. Santana wasn’t a happy camper though and Rachel couldn’t blame the woman, she couldn’t imagine the kind of pain she was in but also, she couldn’t wait until this was over. 

Santana didn't know why she was doing it but she didn't stop until she heard the door go. "Shit," She breathed, sweeping up Eponine and setting her on the bed. Candles burned lightly on the top of the cabinet, well out of reach of anything that would go up in flames. Music played gently. She didn't even know what it was. A bottle of non-alcoholic champagne sat in the middle of the bed. It was just convenient that her mother had piled them off with a few before they'd made their ways home. It wasn't actually so bad if you drank enough of it. Turning on her heel, she swept up the kitten and wandered out into the living room, dropping the little ginger fluff in her play area. She was pretty sleepy so didn't put up a fuss and curled up. 

Rachel slipped into the taxi and cuddled up to the woman, being as gentle as she could as she told the driver to take them to the hospital. “I’m sure you’re not going to be tempted today,” She assured the woman, running her fingers through the woman’s dark hair, “You can just relax tonight, I’m sure everything is fine.” 

Santana blew out a soft breath and pressed her hand to her forehead. Her pride was more hurt than anything because it looked totally weird down there and it looked weird enough anyway...what with not being attached to the right body and everything. "I'm tempted to cry," She admitted melodramatically before smiling at her fiancé and giving her hand a squeeze. "Thank you for not laughing at me," She said softly before giving her a gentle kiss. "But if they mention having to chop it off...it's on your conscience," 

The moment they got outside, Rachel let go of the woman’s hand to step towards the edge of the curb, shouting for a taxi which quickly pulled up beside her. “It’s going to be okay,” She assured her fiancee as she opened up the door for her, “We’ll buy you some ice packs on the way home too and I’ll get tonight off work so I can look after you properly.”

Santana had many things she liked about Rachel. She liked her hair and she liked her smile. She liked her usually charming personality but the fact she could hail taxis like an absolute boss was one of the qualities she liked the most because it was so fucking helpful. She was properly integrating in to the New York society these days with her name in lights and her new attitude. Santana winced as she slipped in to the taxi but settled quickly and stared at her hands with both elements of sadness and sheepishness. "You don't have to do that. I shouldn't really be around you...you can be a little tempting,"

Rachel nodded her head and moved to take the woman’s hand as she just sighed. “I’m sorry, baby, it’s going to be okay. We’ll get a cab… then we’ll go to the hospital, get you all checked out and then I’ll bring you home, order you a large pizza with a big tub of ice cream to follow and then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch with Eponine.” 

Santana nodded and gave Rachel's hand a squeeze. She didn't really feel hungry right now. She kind of just felt like she wanted to go to bed and hide under a pillow. She knew the doctor would give her something to reduce the swelling and she was almost positive that her dick would go back to looking normal at some point but why did it have to happen? Why did it have to happen to her? It was humiliating. She swallowed thickly. "Sounds good,"

Rachel just gave the woman a small smile as she shook her head, “Well, don’t just whip it out the moment you walk through the door.” She said, with a laugh, “Just explain it to them, and ignore whatever thoughts go through your head about people judging you and then show them when the ask.” 

"I wasn't planning on doing it the moment I went through the door," She mumbled sourly before rolling her eyes. "Let's just go," Her walk looked more than a little awkward as she made her way toward the lift. "Once we're downstairs can you work some of your New York magic and hail a taxi? I don't think I cope with a leisurely stroll all the way to the hospital like this. It's burning Rachel, it's really, really burning. Like throbbing, but not in a good way,"