AN: Hey, this is my first Brittana fic, but I couldn't get this story out of my head. There really isn't any plot, just a cute/sexy moment for the girls (since apparently now that they're a couple, they stopped speaking to each other).
"Britt Britt…!"
I glanced up from my magazine at the sound of my girlfriend's rare, but sexy whine. Flashing her a warm smile, I took in her appearance, "Hey, honey, what happened?" I unfolded myself from my spot on my bed to close the distance between us.
"After I finished schooling that boy band reject, Sebastian, he decided he didn't value his balls and slushied me…" She trailed off in another whine, an adorable pout decorating her plump lips.
"Aw, I'm sorry, San." I reached over and gently pulled a few strands of raven hair off her sticky cheek. I slipped my hand into hers and led her to my bathroom. "Did you get it?"
Finally, a smug grin spread across her face, "Yeah, he admitted to adding rock salt to the slushie, and I got it on tape." With that she reached under her shirt, briefly exposing her taunt, tanned stomach to my greedy eyes. She pulled out the recorder and handed it to me, smirking, "Eyes up here, Britt."
Grinning in response, I took the recorder and set in on the bathroom counter, unable to deny I had been checking her out. "Can I help you clean up?"
Santana arched an eyebrow, smiling, "Please."
Giving her a once over, I debated about where to start. This outfit looked incredible on her. The Fedora gave her a mysterious sophistication, the well cut suit made her sleek and dark, and the skirt displayed her killer legs. Starting with her jacket, my nimble fingers deftly unfastened the large buttons, letting it fall open. Grazing my knuckles along the lapels, I grasped them and slowly slid the material off her shoulders. Her dark eyes stayed connected with mine, sparkling with amusement. I dropped the jacket without a thought and moved to work on her shirt. I couldn't stop the slight tremble that shook my hands as I undid the buttons over her breasts. We'd been fooling around for a long time, but I never got tired of or less excited about undressing Santana.
When her stained, silky shirt joined her jacket on the floor, I stepped closer to tenderly brush her hair over her shoulders. Taking her in again, I took time to appreciate the deep purple, lacy bra contrasting fantastically with her olive skin. Her toned abdomen and arms glowed in the light of the bathroom. A sheen of sticky residue glittered on her face, slid down her neck, and splattered on the upper part of her chest. Wetting my lips and shooting her a mischievous smirk, I leaned in and licked a wide trail from her collarbone to her ear.
Her breath hitched and a low groan bubbled up from her throat, "God, Britt, that feels amazing."
"I told you I'd help you get cleaned up." I drug my tongue over her neck, stopped to lap gently at her pulse point. "Mmmm, you taste like cherry. Remind me to thank Sebastian for picking my favorite flavor."
Santana jerked back slightly, "Um, Brittany? Please, don't talk about Satan's toe fungus while I'm half naked and you're doing sexy things. Ok?" Her eyes were dark with desire, and her small smirk told me she was mostly teasing.
I giggled, "Sorry, my bad. Shutting up, now." Resting my hands on her bare waist, I craned my neck and continued cleaning off the sugary layer marring Santana's perfect skin. Santana always tasted good, but the cherry really kicked it up a notch.
As I nibbled a spot below her jaw, I heard her mumble, "I think he was better than me…"
Lifting my head and squinting in familiar confusion, I asked, "What?"
She dropped her eyes, and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, "Sebastian. I think he might have been better than me."
I immediately shook my head, my ponytail thrashing delicately behind me, "No, he wasn't." My voice left no doubt that I believed my words.
Santana chuckled softly, "You weren't there, Britt. How do you know?"
Smiling at the re-realization that I was the only person that ever got the privilege of witnessing Santana's vulnerability, I dipped my head to catch her eyes, "Two reasons. One, a guy like him will never be better than a girl like you. Ever. You're awesome." Her expression softened with adoration, as I continued, "And, two, you told me I'm a genius, so I know everything." I cocked my head, knowing that I clearly won that conversation.
"You're right, you are the genius here." She paused, "He just gets under my skin."
"I know. Don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him. And, it's not just you, remember? It's me, and the whole Glee club standing with you. And, very soon, he'll have no one standing with him." Seeing her absorbing my words, I shuffled closer to her, "Now, will you please let me finish?"
Santana shrugged, a dazzling smile betraying her nonchalance, "If you insist." She stood before me, in her skirt, bra, hat and heels. Stunning.
I pressed a hot kiss to her lips, then began kissing her cheeks and jaw, licking up cherry syrup as I went. My hands clenched at her hips, digging into the warm flesh. My body hummed as I brushed my body against hers, our breasts rubbing together. When her nipples teased mine, I couldn't stop my hands from skimming along her waist, until I reached the clasp of her skirt. Undoing it leisurely, I peeled the skirt off and down her muscular thighs, letting my fingers caress the soft skin. I could hear her breathing increase, and glanced up to see her eyes slip shut at the feelings undoubtedly coursing through her body. I surveyed her body again, noting the deep flush that spread unabashedly over her chest and neck. I don't understand many things. I get confused a lot. And, people say I live in my own world. But, I've always understood Santana. She's an important part of my world, and I'll do my best to keep it that way.
Her eyes fluttered open when I failed to touch her for a few seconds. The chocolate orbs shone with passion and trust, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. I don't know how the butterflies got there, but they seem to really like Santana. Grinning, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and rested my right on her hip. Santana kept her eyes locked with mine as my right hand tickled down to the band of her panties that, to my delight, matched her bra. Darting my tongue out to lick my lips, I slipped my fingers beneath the thin fabric and slowly pushed them down into the wet heat waiting for me. As my fingers brushed her clit, she gasped and shot a hand out to brace herself on the counter. I would probably never admit this to her, but, I love that I have the power to reduce the goddess to trembling mush.
Not really in the mood to make her wait, I started drawing gradual circles around her bundle of nerves, every few laps straying to rub over it. Santana moaned in ecstasy, bucking into my hand as her eyes slammed shut. I glanced in the mirror, sighing at the sight. Santana clung to me, wearing only her underwear, hat and heels as my hand moved under her sexy panties. Watching myself pleasure my girlfriend instantly increased my desire to make Santana come. My hand sped up, rubbing tight, hard circles on her clit, allowing me to bask in her gasps and moans. Sensing her getting close, I latched my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue deep into the velvet heat. Santana whimpered and pressed desperately into my hand. A few seconds later, her body stiffened and shuddered against me, warm liquid seeping onto my hand, and a soft cry escaping between our dueling lips. I held her strongly to me, supporting her as she trembled her release.
"Geez, Britt Britt." Santana whispered into my neck after a few minutes, her body molded to mine.
"Feel better?" I giggled in her ear.
"Hell, yeah. I'll welcome slushies if you're there to clean me up." Santana pulled back enough to kiss me sweetly.
"Always." We grinned at each other for a moment, enjoying the easy intimacy. I reached up to finally remove her hat and turned on the shower, before adding, "Except if it's a blueberry slushie. Lord Tubbington told me that blueberries are cursed by ferries."
