Pairing: Cop!Santana Lopez & Brittany Pierce
Word Count: Near 4K
Rating: M
A/N: I always have little one shots running around in my head and this one finally found its way up here on FF. It's not my best, or most thought out piece, but I just needed to get it out there so here it is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with Glee
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Brittany glanced behind her, using the rearview mirror, and sighed heavily. She cursed her luck before slowing her not quite reliable car and pulled off to the side of the road. The cop car followed suit, lights still flashing red and blue. She must have stared at them for a moment too long, because suddenly she was dizzy. Shaking her head she turned the radio off and rolled down the window in preparation of the officer coming.
She hoped she could flirt her way out of whatever ticket the greasy pig would throw at her. She hadn't been speeding, so she assumed it would be for something asinine. She turned towards her large purse on the passenger's side seat, and dove into it quickly to make sure the bag of weed was safely tucked away from sight.
Officer Santana Lopez sighed as she shifted her car into park. She slipped out and made her way over to the other's idling car, making sure to press her fingers against the back corner, in case anything would happen to her there was now a set of her fingerprints on the car. She slipped her flashlight from the belt on her waist and clicked in on, peering through the back windows into the backseat area to check for other passengers.
When she strut up to the driver's window she bent down to eye level, leaning her forearm against the top of the door to peer into the already opened window. Her gaze roved over the beautiful blonde woman in the driver's seat. She smirked, "Evening Miss," she started in a lazy drawl, "Know why I pulled you over?"
Brittany was not expecting the Officer to look so extremely delectable. Even more so, she wasn't expecting a woman at all, but especially not a woman like this. She had long black hair that was pulled back into a tight ponytail and was mostly hidden by her uniform cap. Her skin was sun-kissed caramel, and looked smooth to the touch. Plump red lips were pulled into a devious smirk that a cop should absolutely not wear. Brittany wished she could get a look at the woman's eyes, but they were hidden behind a dark pair of aviator sunglasses.
"You're really pretty," Brittany mused out loud, without really thinking about it.
Officer Lopez raised an eyebrow from behind her sunglasses at the compliment; the blonde's voice was whimsical and thoughtful, as if she hadn't really meant to say it out loud. "Thank you but flattery won't get you out of a ticket, your left tail light is cracked, and the brake light is out. I'll need your license, car registration and proof of insurance."
Brittany pouted slightly, saying softly, "I was just trying to tell you I liked what I saw," while she rummaged through her large purse.
Santana's eyebrows skyrocketed at that off-handed admission, before clearing her face of emotion once again. The blonde turned to face her only moments later holding out her license. The Latina reached out, grabbing it, but the blonde didn't seem to want to let go just yet, so she scowled as the girl tugged the plastic towards her. When the blonde finally let go she was giggling softly, even under the glare Santana was giving her.
Her eyes read over the information, quick to spur the girl into action, because the blonde was still just staring at her, "Brittany, I'll need your car registration and proof of insurance as well.."
"Oh, of course!" Her tone and cheery disposition made no sense for someone who had just been pulled over. And Santana narrowed her eyes at the girl, watching as she reached over into the glove box. Her gaze dropped, roaming the girl's lean body slowly, from the muscles straining in her neck, down to where bare thighs, exposed by short shorts, clenched.
Officer Lopez licked her lips, shifting her gaze when Brittany made a move to straighten, and brought her eyes up to meet the girl's. Where she saw that bright blue were twinkling with amusement. No, she hadn't been caught staring had she? When she arched a thin black eyebrow at the girl, Brittany handed over the papers.
She asked, "Is this what you need?"
Santana scoffed lightly, taking the papers and scanning them, before nodding. She pursed her lips before taking a deep breath, preparing to speak. Suddenly she froze, snapping her face up to stare right at the blonde who jumped slightly in shock. Santana squinted her eyes from behind her sunglasses, her eyes scrutinized Brittany's face for a long moment before she took a step back, calmly stating, "Miss, I need you to step out of the vehicle."
Brittany dropped her jaw, eyes going wide as she spluttered, "What? Why?"
Santana sighed, taking another step back, tucking her thumbs into her belt loops, "Please Miss, exit the vehicle."
Blue eyes jumped straight to the way that the Latina's one wrist flicked, her free fingers brushing against the material of her gun holster. The quietest of whimpers escaped her before she ducked her head, and complied.
Santana removed her sunglasses, clipping them to the pocket of her uniform as she ordered, "Hands against the hood, spread your legs, Miss."
Brittany flushed, gnawing on her lip as she assumed the position. It was weird because the Officer was so tiny compared to herself, Brittany was taller than her by a few good inches, and the other was just smaller everywhere, well except for the chest area, the Latina was definitely larger than her there.
Santana narrowed her eyes in the calculating way of a cop, seeing how Brittany's shoulders slumped and her head drooped forward, fingers tapping against the hood. The brunette stepped forward, placing her hands on bare shoulders, feeling Brittany twitch under her touch. "Miss, do you have any weapons, piercings, anything dangerous, or hidden items on your person?" She asked in an indifferent tone, her hands sliding down her back, firmly, feeling for anything she just listed, her palms coming down to her lower back before slipping around front, groping across an abdomen that tightened in response.
Santana smirked slightly, slowing her hands just a fraction as they inched upwards. She heard the other's breath hitch, and paused, her hands resting firmly on the girl's ribs, just beneath her breasts. "Miss?" She prodded.
"No," it was a quick whisper. Then Brittany cleared her throat, "No weapons or anything like that, I could never hurt someone.." She shifted awkwardly, pressing her palms harder into the hood of her car.
Santana nodded, lifting her hands and trying to be absolutely professional as she patted down the girl's bra. She stepped back enough to be able to bend and pat down her shirts and shoes, before straightening. Brittany stayed where she was, not sure if she was supposed to move or not.
"I'm going to search your car."
The blonde whirled around, "Why? I didn't do anything. You didn't even run my license yet or anything."
Santana smirked, quirking an eyebrow, "Oh, so you want me to go back to my cruiser and ring you up a ticket then?"
Brittany glanced down, toeing the ground as she murmured a soft, "No.."
"Thought so," Santana said with a throaty chuckle. The two faced each other for long moment, Brittany with a small pout and slightly downcast eyes, and Santana eying up the long expanse of pale legs while the other wasn't paying attention. Santana sniffed, nudging the edge of her nose, "I'm going to search your vehicle now."
Brittany lifted her eyes, and crossed her arms so that she was hugging herself around her waist. "Sure thing, Officer," she said softly, shrugging because at this point it wasn't like she had control over the situation.
Officer Lopez regarded the blonde for a moment before opening the driver side door and peering inside cautiously. She reached over and cut the engine off, sliding the keys from the ignition and dropping them on the seat. Her next focus was the large purse in the passenger seat. She brought it towards her, idly flicking through the many objects.
Brittany nearly cried out when she realized what the officer was going for, but she stopped herself, forcing her face to remain calm and collected. She quickly reverted back to how she had acted in high school, the ditzy blonde cheerleader who had no clue what the hell was going on.
When Santana straightened up and held out a baggie towards the blonde with an amused expression on her face, Brittany peered at the bag curiously. "Why is there a bag of oregano in my purse?" She asked in her whimsical, quiet voice, her features scrunching together in confusion. She lifted her eyes from the bag to the Latina's face to see that her mouth was hanging open, and flopping like a fish out of water, trying to form words.
How could this blonde stand there and seriously think that she could get away with having this much pot on her, trying to pretend it's a seasoning. Who the hell does she think she is? Santana continued to stare at the blonde, eyes flickering over her face trying to see past this innocence that must be an illusion.
Their gazes locked for a few very long tense moments. Officer Lopez could see the mirth twinkling in bright blue eyes and instantly narrowed her gaze to a threatening glare. Brittany bit her lip nervously, bringing her hands in front of her as she crossed her one ankle behind the other out of nervous habit. The Officer was very intimidating, but still exquisitely beautiful, and Brittany wasn't sure if she should be cowering in fear or throwing herself at the woman.
Brittany wasn't prepared at all for the Officer to lunge at her. In a flash Brittany had her front pressed up to her car once more, arms being yanked behind her back, twisted, and her wrists being cuffed. She threw a glance over her shoulder, panicking, "What are you doing?!"
Santana grunted, tugging Brittany's bound wrists and pulling her away from the car. "I'm taking you in for possession of marijuana."
Brittany whimpered, nearly toppling over from the force of another tug on her bound arms. She was a dancer, but in this position her balance was severely messed up. "Please Miss you can't do this!"
Santana twisted around, glaring harshly, "That's Officer Lopez, to you. And I can. As an officer of the law it is my duty to bring in criminals. Possession of non-medical marijuana is a criminal offence. Unless you have a prescription, I will be taking you down to the station, and call a tow truck to take your car for now. Maybe someone will pay your bail and you won't have to sit in jail until your court date, but for now, you're coming with me."
Brittany stared at 'Officer Lopez' with her mouth hanging open, not understanding how a woman so beautiful could be so utterly cruel. Her plump lips had thinned, pulled tightly back over her teeth, as if she were a snarling animal. Her eyes had hardened, her eyebrows pulled together causing her forehead to crease. It was scary. But totally sexy too.
"Officer, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement here," she tried, her ass plopping into the backseat of her cruiser.
Santana looked down at the blonde, her hair was tousled slightly, chest heaving, and no doubt her heart was racing. She cocked her head to the side curiously, silently telling her to continue. Brittany smiled slightly as she looked up at the tiny Latina. When she laid herself across the backseat it was amusing to see those thin black eyebrows shoot upwards in a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Brittany wiggled herself slightly, then suddenly she was pulling her legs up against her torso and bringing her hands under her ass, raising her arms until her hands were passed her feet. And now they were in front of her body still cuffed, and Brittany sat up again. She scooted herself forward so that she was on the edge of the seat, feet on the pavement outside, smiling innocently at Santana's gaping mouth.
The blonde reached out, grabbing the front of Officer Lopez's uniform jacket and tugging until the woman was bent over and leaning towards her. All Santana could think about was how flexible the woman in this backseat was, her mind flashing scenarios that she couldn't force to stop. Brittany tugged her closer, their faces inching together. "I don't want to go to jail, Officer," she whispered, sounding so convincingly innocent, "Please don't make me, I don't think I could handle it.."
Santana shuddered as warm hands were pressed against her, running along her abdomen with purposefully firm strokes. She swallowed thickly, "Miss Pierce, are you trying to bribe an officer of the law?" She asked as evenly as she could, though she shifted closer, her knee resting against the vinyl seat between pale legs.
Brittany jutted out her lower lip, speaking softly, "I would never, Officer.. I just thought there was some mutual interest here.."
Santana's eyes flashed up to her face, drinking in the sudden darkness of the blonde's earlier bright eyes, the pupils blown outrageously large. She swallowed thickly again, gaze dropping to that heart shaped mouth, begging to be kissed.
Brittany arched forward as she tugged the uniform shirt out from beneath her belt and pants. "Do you not think I'm pretty, Officer Lopez?" Her voice was the perfect mixture of her innocent airiness while simultaneously dripping pure sex and need.
And the way she continued to use Santana's title had the Latina quivering in her boots. She licked her lips, watching Brittany watch the movement with hunger in her eyes. Their gazes met once more and then suddenly they were kissing, a clash of tongue, teeth and desperation.
Brittany couldn't wipe the stupid grin from her lips even as they kissed. Officer Lopez was quick to grab fistfuls of blonde hair, her tongue wrestling for a form of dominance over the 'criminal' before her. Brittany groaned, leaning back, and pulling the tan woman with her.
Neither were prepared for the way their bodies bounced against the seat. Or the way their previously pressed mouths, separated then clashed back together harshly. Santana threw her head back with a hiss, and Brittany let out a low groan, tongue swiping against a now bloody lip.
She stared up with half lidded eyes at her arresting officer and licked her lip again. The sight was enough for Santana to ignore the slight throb of her own lip, and dive back for another heated kiss. Brittany giggled, tugging the officer's shirt until the other obeyed and pressed their chests together.
Santana rested one forearm next to a blonde head of hair, so she wasn't crushing the poor girl, while her other hand drifted to stroke a firm thigh now that long legs had wrapped themselves around her waist.
Brittany urgently rocked up against the other woman, fingers skillfully working the buttons undone so she could sneak her hands easily beneath the two layers of shirts. She ran her fingernails against what she was sure were toned abs, and Santana pulled away from her lips with what sounded dangerously close to a growl. Brittany's eyes went wide as she tilted her head to look up at the officer, she found swollen red lips, smooth caramel skin that was flushed with need and the darkest eyes she had ever seen. She was absolutely beyond beautiful.
Santana was almost concerned with the way Brittany was staring up at her with a look the Latina couldn't decipher. But pink lips were parted and moving just barely with each pant, eyes wide and the bright blue barely visible against her blown pupils. "Brittany?"
The raspy sound of Santana's voice snapped the blonde back to reality (away from thought of dark-haired Princesses and blonde knights that fought off evil scary dragons) and she smiled easily, whispering, "Kiss me?"
Santana smiled slightly before lowering her head again and stealing those reddened lips in a bruising kiss. Brittany arched upwards, forcing their breasts more firmly together, eliciting hums of approval from both their throats.
The brunette gasped when she realized long fingers had worked their way inside her trousers. Her hips bucked, forcing Brittany's touch to press harder against her damp panties. Santana grunted as she reached down and grabbed Brittany's wrist, forcing her beneath the last restriction.
Brittany beamed up at her officer, fingers eagerly diving through wet folds, earning a breathy sigh from swollen lips. Santana shivered, squirming slightly because of the cool metal that pressed against her pelvis. She would have un-cuffed the blonde, but a slim digit sliding deep within her kept her distracted from doing anything but letting out a moan.
"Feel good, Officer Lopez?" Brittany whispered, moving her finger slowly in and out.
"Shut up," Santana growled, rocking her hips, urging the blonde to move faster. With a knowing smile, Brittany did just that, slamming another finger into the Latina and moving her fingers rapidly. The sudden change of pace had Officer Lopez crying out and throwing her head back.
Brittany merely smiled widely up at the flushed woman, enjoying the fact that she had the upper hand on the Latina, while handcuffed in the back seat of the squad car and beneath her. She watched Officer Lopez's eyebrows knot together, and the way her eyes were clenched so tightly closed that she had winkles at the sides of her eyes that matched the cute little ones at the top of her scrunched nose.
When Brittany added a third finger, and ground her palm against the tan woman's clit, her expression changed all together. A strong jaw dropped, red, swollen lips formed a perfect 'o' shape, and the rest of her face relaxed completely for a moment before black eyebrows slowly inched inward and upwards, eyes peeking open just slightly, a picture of intense rapture blooming the way redness in her cheeks darkened and spread down her neck.
Brittany stared up in awe. Her movements paused for a split second, before returning with renewed vigor. Santana bit her lip harshly, ignoring the sting as she further hurt her gouged lip, and groaned, moving her hips against Brittany's thrusts for maximum depth and friction.
She gasped then cried out, her back arching as long fingers stroked that sweet spot inside of her. Brittany leaned up, and caught the Latina's hammering pulse point between her lips, biting down not so gently. Santana cried out again, though this time the sound came a bit more strangled, and her body stiffened, breath hitching and pausing as her body trembled with the waves of her orgasm.
Before Brittany even knew the Latina was coming down from her high, she was letting out a high pitched moan because a tan hand had found its way into her shorts and swiftly entered her with two fingers. The blonde squirmed with pleasure, her hands quickly finding a grip on the front of Officer Lopez's uniform top to pull the woman closer and kiss her passionately.
Brittany rolled her hips up against the tan hand, while their tongues battled for the dominance both were unwilling to hand over. With a growl, Santana sucked a pink bottom lip between hers and gave a harsh nibble. Brittany tore away with a half gasp, half moan, hips jerking sporadically. The blonde panted heavily, leaning her head back against the seat, face scrunched with pleasure.
Officer Lopez admired the blonde's pale face for a moment before dropping her lips to rasp into her ear. "So you know what to scream, blondie, my name's Santana." And she licked the edge of a red-tinted ear.
Brittany's moans heightened in pitch, her knuckles white from gripping the shirt so tightly. Her hips rolled and gyrated towards the hand between her legs, and when another finger started to rub circles against her clit she cried out, "Santana!"
The Latina grinned, fingering her clit harder, lips nipping and sucking at the long slope of a pale neck. Brittany thrashed, throwing her head around, biting her lip and whining hotly until it all suddenly became too much for her. With a cry of pleasure her back arched so far off the seat that Santana had to lean back, which gave her the perfect view of Brittany pleasure stricken face. Santana's strokes slowed, and she allowed the girl to ride out the waves of ecstasy.
Officer Lopez brought a hand to the girl's lower back, gently guiding her back down flat as her lithe body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It took a few seconds for Brittany to focus back to the present time, and when she did, she grinned lazily at the officer, and brought her hands up to cup tan cheeks and pulled her in for a slow kiss.
The Latina sighed against soft lips. Who knew that pulling over one old, rusted car could turn her whole day around and throw her in a whole new direction.
After a while of lazy kissing, they broke to catch their breath. Santana murmured, "Let me get those off.." and felt around her belt pockets for the small silver keys.
Brittany hummed, and nodded, leaning back against the seat comfortably as she stared up at the roof of the car. She blinked away the haziness that still lingered in her vision. "I'm like.. extra super high right now, Santana," Brittany said before laughing hard.
Santana merely rolled her eyes as she fiddled with the handcuffs and keys, trying to get the blonde free.
"Seriously. I was totally hot boxing for a good while, and like fifty miles back I cracked the windows, started letting out the smoke. Then broke out the Fabreeze and air fresheners to cover up the smell. I'm so lucky you didn't pull onto the road behind me any sooner, I would have been so busted."
"Who says you aren't already busted?"
Brittany pouted, while Santana stared at her with a blank face. They did this for a few seconds before Santana chuckled and buried her face into a pale neck, mumbling, "Joke. I was joking."
"Good," Brittany said with a laugh, nudging the cop with her shoulder. Santana laughed softly, finally getting both metal cuffs unlocked.
Brittany took the freedom to twist her wrist experimentally, wincing slightly. Santana took hold of her hand by her fingers and pulled them close, pressing a few soft kisses to slender wrists that would be bruised tomorrow.
"You're really sweet," Brittany whispered.
Santana stared down at the blonde, looking her over carefully before smirking and telling her, "You're still high, shut-up."
That got Brittany laughing incredibly hard once more. When she settled down she realized the Latina had scooted away and began fixing herself. But the blonde sprawled herself comfortably against the seat, staring up at her lazily. "Maybe. But I'm also incredibly horny.."
Santana threw the blonde an incredulous look, "Still?" she asked exasperated.
Brittany nodded slyly, and wiggled her eyebrows, telling her, "I've got the munchies too."
Santana slapped a hand over her mouth to hold back a guffaw of laughter. She shook her head, "You're too much, Brittany," she said through a chuckle. But Brittany was still looking at her with a dopey smile on her face, and Santana rolled her eyes, murmuring, "I'm sure there's something we can do to fix that, though," and swooped down for a hungry kiss.
Fin (:
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