Hey everyone :D so yeah, I slightly fell in love with Brittana when I was watching Glee and after reading a few fanfics I wanted to try one myself :p Just a warning though, the first couple of chapters are pretty steamy, and I know that's not everyone's cup of tea, but later chapters do focus on the less physical side of their relationship-it's not all kinky, lesbian sex ;D This is my first attempt so I'd love to get feedback if you have the time, hope you enjoy it :')
Santana has to refrain from licking her lips when she sees Brittany's hips slowly circling on the stage. It's been twenty-two years since they met, twelve years since their first kiss, three years since they moved in together and, now, aged twenty-six, Brittany still has the power to make Santana want her more than anyone else in the world. That's quite something.
Santana catches the dancer's eye and sees a ghost of a smile flash across her face, but it's really her eyes that say it all. I'm yours and you're mine, that is the message Santana gets, and she can't help but wonder if she'd recognise it even if Brittany hadn't said it to her a hundred times before. She hates amateur dramatic productions, but she'd sit through thousands just to see one minute of Brittany dancing.
"What do you think San?" Santana snaps out of her reverie and pays more attention to the blonde in the passenger seat.
"What's that honey?" Brittany laughs in her adorably childish way.
"You know, you really shouldn't drive when you're so easily distracted."
"It's your fault I'm distracted." Santana smiles, giving the blonde a sideways glance. "All I can think about is how hot you looked tonight baby." Brittany smiles, she loves it when Santana calls her baby, it makes her feel cared for and protected. "What was it you were asking me?"
"I was saying you should join for the next production, it'd be awesome."
"I don't know Britt." Santana sighs, this isn't the first time Brittany's tried to persuade her to join her drama group. "It's not really my thing."
"If you tried it you'd realise that it totally is your thing." Brittany insists. "You have an amazing voice, you can act and the dancing's way easier than the routines we used to do at Cheerios. Plus it's a great way to meet new people." Moving to England had been a big decision for both of them, but having decided to go through with it, Brittany (who was more apprehensive) has come to love it here. Santana's just as happy, but she isn't as interested in getting to know people as Brittany is. People suck.
"I'll think about it." She promises, although she already knows the answer is no. She turns into the drive of their house and parks the car. Even though Brittany wanted to live together in the country in a little gingerbread house, they're both happy in the city, finding it suiting to both their needs.
"Are you tired?" Santana asks. Brittany's been rehearsing almost every evening for weeks, and on some level she can't wait for this production to be over so they can get back to a more regular routine in the bedroom.
"Not too tired actually." Santana looks at her girlfriend and notices that she has one eyebrow arched suggestively. "Why don't you go wait for me upstairs?" And all of a sudden, she's using that tone. The one that sends a shiver of arousal through Santana every time she hears it. The one that makes her want to do anything to please her lover. The one that lets her know that Brittany's in control now. She nods and gets out of the car, a smile creeping across her face.
The night's cold, as it always seems to be in England, but Santana can hardly feel it over the heat of her flush. Brittany mentioned that she felt bad about neglecting their sex life recently and, though Santana had lied and told her that she didn't mind, Brittany had promised to make it up to her. It appeared that tonight was the night.
She unlocks the front door, leaving it open for Brittany to come in after her, and goes up the stairs. The house is more than big enough for them, probably bigger than they need in fact, but Brittany fell in love with it the moment they saw it and Santana couldn't help but oblige her girlfriend when she gave her those puppy-dog eyes.
Upon entering their bedroom, she turns on the electric heater and the fake flames spark into life. It may have been Brittany who chose the house, but the design has Santana's name written all over it, black, white and chrome everywhere. Sometimes Brittany complains that it isn't homely enough, at which point Santana buys a love-seat for the living room or puts up another picture of the two of them somewhere.
The bedroom is one of her favourite rooms, and not just because of what happens in it. Opposite the fake fire is the majestic bed, with its black metal frame and white sheets contrasting perfectly. The walls are white, and for that matter so is the carpet. All the wardrobe doors and make-up cupboards are mirrored, partly because Santana thinks it gives the room an interesting vibe and partly because she wants to be able to look at herself from all angles.
She doesn't know how long she has before Brittany joins her (sometimes she's keen to get started, other times she'll make Santana wait for what feels like an eternity) so she gets a move on. First she strips on her light blouse, followed by her tight jeans (which she has to do a bit of a wriggle dance to get out of) and finally, her bra and lace underpants. She checks her reflection in the mirror, gladly noting to herself that she looks as hot as usual. She tosses her hair one last time before sliding to her knees to wait for Brittany.
The sound of the television drifts up to her from downstairs, and she groans a little on the inside-Brittany feels like teasing her tonight, that's why she's turned the T.V. up loud enough that the volume carries up the stairs, she wants Santana to know she's in for a long wait.
The Latina considers getting up from her knees whilst she waits for Brittany, or maybe even touching herself to pass the time, but she knows that the punishment for breaking one of the easiest and most important rules isn't worth taking the risk for.
Instead, she lets her mind wander back to when this all began, the first time Brittany took control. It was several months ago, during a time when bed death had begun to seep into their love-life slightly, although neither of them had been ready to admit it and had kept diligently trying their best to keep each other satisfied.
They'd been going for it one lazy, Sunday afternoon and, despite her mind being half focussed on what she was going to make for dinner, Santana was right on the edge of coming, when Brittany suddenly stopped. At first, she'd thought it was a repeat of the time that her lover had halted during sex and told her it was a move she'd learned from porn called buffering, so she looked at her girlfriend to tell her to continue. But then she caught sight of an evil glint in Brittany's eye.
"Stop being a tease and fuck me." Santana had growled, her voice full of need. Brittany gave a throaty, sexy-as-hell laugh and the next thing Santana knew she had pulled out her fingers from within her. The Latina raised her eyebrows, half-concerned and half-annoyed. "Britt?"
"Maybe I'll keep fucking you." Brittany trailed her finger up Santana's flat stomach to brush lightly against her breast. "If you beg."
"Very funny." Santana had laughed. "Come on Britt, I'm so close to coming."
"Well you'd better hurry up and beg then." Brittany teased, planting a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's lips.
"I don't beg Brittany, you know that." Santana has always been the one in control, in the bedroom and in their day to day life. She makes the decisions and gives the orders, that's just how it goes.
"There's a first time for everything." Brittany's fingers continued their torturous trail along Santana's body, leaving goosebumps behind them. "And if you want to come you're going to have to ask really nicely." Brittany had always liked to tease, but never quite in this way. But something about this other side of her was really interesting to Santana, and really hot.
"Please fuck me Britt." She requested, flatly.
"You can beg better than that." Brittany laughed wickedly, pinching Santana's right nipple hard between her finger and thumb. Santana let out a squeal, followed by a moan of arousal. At that moment, all she wanted in the world was for Brittany to make her come, and begging didn't seem like that big a price to pay.
"Please Britt," She begged breathlessly. "Fuck my dirty cunt till I come." Brittany always said she had a foul mouth, and it was pretty true during sex. She quickly rewarded Santana by bringing her to an orgasm, one of the best she'd ever experienced.
Afterwards, they both lay together on the bed, tired and in a daze from what had just happened. "That was amazing Britt." Santana told her girlfriend, kissing her hard on the mouth. "You were amazing."
"Well look who's finding her submissive streak." Brittany joked, but Santana had laughed and disregarded it as a one off.
After it started happening more frequently though, they decided that maybe it was time to talk about it.
It was quite a simple agreement really-Brittany wasn't asking for much, and Santana thought it was only fair to let her have her own way. After all, Brittany had moved to England for her, accepted her decision that they should live in the city and submitted to her wishes on countless other occasions. As far as Santana was concerned it was fair enough to let Brittany dominate her now and then, especially as she enjoyed it so much more that she admitted. Brittany didn't need Santana to tell her how much she liked it when she took control though, her body always gave her away. And since then, things had escalated gradually, getting better and better each time, and Santana couldn't have been happier.
Just reflecting on their first time was already enough to get Santana worked up, and the fact that she hadn't had sex for weeks and that she knew there was a great fucking session on the horizon turned her on so much that she could practically feel the moisture dripping out from her wet pussy.
The sweet torture finally ended when she saw the door open and Brittany's legs came into view. She was glad now that she'd kept her position, as she hadn't heard Brittany coming over the sound of the T.V.
"Good girl." Brittany purrs, running a hand through Santana's luscious, dark hair. "Have you been sat here waiting for me?" Santana nods her head, and wants so badly to look at Brittany when she crouches down to whisper in her ear, but she knows the rules.
"We're going to have fun tonight."
Hope you enjoyed it, part two coming soon :p
