Santana and Brittany flopped down on the bed next to each other, chests heaving, sweat dripping from their skin. They laughed softly, each of them smiling. Santana swallowed, and Brittany sighed deeply beside her.
"God," Santana whispered. "That was…"
"great," Brittany finished. Santana nodded and slowly closed her eyes, opening them a moment later. She combed her fingers slowly through her hair before leaving her arms behind her head, her hands clasped together. Brittany bit her lip before moving closer to the other girl.
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asked, sitting up and propping herself up on her elbows. She looked into Brittany's blue eyes, so clear that mountain lakes were pathetic in comparison. Brittany looked down and reached for Santana's hand. Santana pulled her hand away as soon as their skin touched, but Brittany wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her closer.
"I just thought…" Santana pried Brittany's arms off her, their skin still sticky and moist. She turned away from her, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, her hair forming a veil around her face. She paused. Brittany sat up, watching the moonlight glisten over Santana's smooth, bare back, and felt slightly embarrassed when she saw the scratch marks on her shoulders. They'd go away in a few days' time.
"You thought what, Brittany?" Santana asked, not moving an inch. Her voice was low, and she suddenly felt over-exposed, even though Brittany had seen her naked dozens of times. The blonde moved closer, her fingers grazing the Latina's back. Santana shuddered and grit her teeth.
"I thought that… maybe… we'd finally be something more," Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Sex isn't dating," Santana said. Brittany could hear the change in Santana's voice.
"So? Does that mean we can never date?"
"We can't, Brittany!" Santana hissed, whipping around, tears burning in her eyes. "You can't be my girlfriend." Brittany crawled closer to Santana, pressing her front to the brunette's back. Her arms snaked around the other girl's waist, trailing up her sides and down her front in a circle. She placed small kisses beginning at her shoulder and moving toward her ear. Santana shuddered again, leaning her head back onto Brittany's shoulder to capture the blonde's lips in her own. Brittany could taste the sweat on her lips, could feel her heart race at more than her fingertips. She pulled back just slightly and rested their cheeks together.
"It's okay to be afraid," she said softly, her hands reaching low. Santana arched and whimpered in Brittany's ear, but their cheeks didn't separate. Brittany's eyes were closed and she realized that Santana was crying. Brittany took a deep breath and pushed herself further, her right hand holding Santana's torso close as her left took over. Santana's breath hitched and she stiffened, biting her lip as she tried to hold on.
"Look at me," Brittany said, pulling back to look into Santana's eyes. The moonlight shone so bright that Brittany saw her own reflection. Santana tightened and her mouth opened, a silent scream as the tears streamed down her face. Her breathing quickened and she closed her mouth, her hips wiggling as she rode out the waves of pleasure that rolled through her. Brittany pulled her hand away and stroked Santana's cheek, wiping away a few tears and kissing away the rest. Santana pulled Brittany's lips to her own and took them hungrily, more tears mixing with the sweat on her face.
"I love you," She breathed as Brittany pulled away. Brittany smiled as her own tears filled her eyes.
"Finally," She whispered, pulling Santana's lips back to her own.