New York City had its fair share of attractions for Santana. The women, the bars, the women, the list was endless. But the one thing she loved so much about her hometown was how large it was. Walking down the street and being able to disappear amongst the crowd released a sense of pleasure within her. Not that she didn't like to be noticed, because Santana knew exactly when and how to be noticed, but it meant that people wouldn't bother her. They were too wrapped up in their own lives and so was she.
It was late into the night and the sky was dark, the moon casting a glowing ambience over the exterior of the tall buildings in the city. Lights were bright, Broadway advertisements grinning down onto the people walking below. Santana loved it, how even though it wasn't daytime, it was still profusely loud. She didn't have to listen to the shit in her own head, and whilst most people complained, it was definitely not a problem for her. The volume could stay.
A smirk was plastered on her lips as she ambled down the street, tight jeans clung to her legs and clad in a black leather jacket. A cigar rested firmly in her hand, raised to her lips carefully as to not smudge any of the dark red lipstick coating her mouth. Her free hand relaxed into one of the pockets of her jacket as she walked. Every now and then, a drunken man would stumble in her direction, trying his luck. However, being the gutsy woman she was, she wasn't afraid to give them a piece of her mind.
"Fuck off, I'm not interested."
Seeing the man back off, holding his hands up in defense, some still smirking suggestively, the Latina would continue walking, eventually putting out her cigar and stomping it to the ground. When she reached her destination, a popular bar in the inner city, she grinned, knowing full well she was late.
"Rachel, you look great. Trust me. He's going to love it." Brittany walked towards the smaller girl with a smile, adjusting the necklace around her friend's neck.
Rachel looked up at her, sighing quietly. "But Britt, I want him to think I look good, you know?"
"You look amazing, believe me. Finn is an extremely lucky guy. Though I'm sure he'll like you a bit more if you smile." She smiled sweetly at the brunette girl, her smile growing when she got a smile back in response.
"You're my best friend, Britt. I love you."
"I love you too, Rach. Now if we don't get a move on, you won't be meeting Finn at all." She giggled, grabbing the girl's arm and leading her to the door of their apartment.
Around twenty minutes later, the girls were sat in a booth alongside Finn, Rachel's boyfriend and Mike, one of Finn's close friends. The bar was pretty crowded; music pounding throughout the building and off the walls and Brittany could barely even hear herself think.
"You look really pretty tonight, Rach. That dress really suits you." Finn spoke to Rachel, his voice only just reaching Brittany's ears. Upon hearing it, Brittany smirked over at Rachel proudly, sending her a proud wink.
Rachel leaned over to mumble something in Finn's ear, causing to Brittany to avert her eyes when she saw the boy smirk back at her.
Glancing around the bar from her seat, she didn't see anything that caught her eye immediately. People were dancing together on the dance floor, moving their bodies to the beat. She ached to join them, but she hadn't drunk nearly enough yet to completely let go in a room of strangers.
Cutting her off, Mike leaned closer to her right side, speaking into her ear. "Thank god you're here. Otherwise I'd be sat watching these two kiss all night."
Brittany turned to him, chuckling softly as she glanced over at the pair, their lips in fact locked onto each other. "Well, I'm glad you're here." She smiled over at him.
"Think we've saved each other tonight. I'm gonna get the drinks in, what do you want?" He asked, edging slightly closer to her.
Humming, Brittany looked down at her empty glass which once contained a vodka and coke. "I'll have the same again. Thanks, Mike. Next round is on me." She smiled amiably in his direction.
When he smiled back and asked the other two what they wanted, he shifted over to the bar. The tall blonde glanced over at Rachel, who pulled back from Finn when he stood up to follow Mike to the bar.
"I told you he'd like it." Brittany grinned over at her smaller friend, gesturing to Finn with her head.
Rachel looked over in the tall boy's direction, looking back at the Blonde with a shy smile. "Guess you were right, Britt. I think… I'll be going back to his tonight."
"Oh." Brittany smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. "I should give you fashion advice more often."
Rachel laughed, kicking her friend playfully in the shin. "Whatever. But I guess you do dress well because you have an admirer."
Her brow furrowing in confusion, Brittany glanced over at her friend. "What? Who?"
Tilting her head to the other side of the room, Brittany followed the gesture and locked eyes with a Latina, her brown eyes roaming over the Blonde's body suggestively. Brittany couldn't help but look away; it was no lie that the tanned girl was unbelievably gorgeous. Her lips were red, her dark hair wavy and flowing past her shoulders, not to mention that confident simper that had taken place on those delicious lips.
Brittany was distracted from her thoughts though when she saw a blonde girl tapping the mysterious woman's shoulder, leaning closer to her ear to whisper something.
"Nah, I don't think she was." Brittany shrugged, trying to hide her disappointment as she looked back at her friend. "Besides, she's got a girlfriend."
/
"Look Quinn, I get it, I was late. But I don't see precious Puck being on time either." She arched an eyebrow in the Blonde's direction who was sat to the side of her. "So don't be bitching at me."
Quinn laughed to herself, slapping the Latina's shoulder before sipping her drink. "I can guarantee you that he will get the same treatment when he decides to show up."
"We'll see about that. I don't even know why I sit with you, you're an utter bitch to me all of the time." She downed the rest of her drink, glancing over at the door when Puck walked through the door, smiling cheekily over at them. "And here he is now, I want to witness this for myself."
Quinn sat up straighter as the boy strode over to their booth, pressing a long kiss to his lips as he sat down opposite them. "Hi, baby. I missed you." She mumbled into his ear, causing Santana to scowl profusely.
"Seriously? I get my ear bitten off and he gets kisses?" She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What would you prefer? Kisses of your own? Because I totally want front seats to that." Puck said, licking his lips suggestively.
Santana glowered in his direction, shaking her head abruptly. "Absolutely not. Besides, Quinn isn't my type."
Quinn looked at Santana, feigning hurt. "I'm Blonde, aren't I?"
"And what does that have to do with anything?"
"Well..." Quinn began, glancing over at the table where she'd caught Santana staring at the Blonde who was now laughing along with her friends, "Judging by the way you've been staring, it would seem that Blondes are definitely your type."
A scoff escaped Santana's lips and she rolled her eyes, turning her attention to her empty glass. "You have no idea what my type is."
Puck piped up then, running his hand over his "Mohawk". "I know what her type is, Quinn. Anyone who doesn't want to stay around in the morning."
Santana laughed, raising her eyebrows with a small smirk. "Guess he has a point. Or more so, someone who doesn't expect me to stay around in the morning." Looking down at her glass again, she looked around for the toilets, spotting the door on the other side of the bar. "I'll be back. Try to behave yourselves while I'm gone. Or at least try to keep it subtle."
Quinn opened her mouth to argue as Santana stood up next to her, leaving the booth, but stopped when she saw Puck grin over at her. "Is that your leg?"
/
"Alright, alright. Brittany, get the next round in. Can you stand up after those shots?" Finn laughed, glancing over at her as she downed the last one.
"Of course I can. It's Rachel you should be worried about; she's the biggest lightweight I know." Brittany spoke with a giggle, slurring slightly as she stood up.
"Want me to come with you, Britt?" Mike offered with a chuckle, standing up and looping his arm around her waist.
"No, no. I'm fine, really. It's fine." She mumbled, moving out of the booth with a smile over her shoulder as she saw Mike nod and sit down.
Moving over to the bar, she leaned against the counter with a sigh, noticing how many people were waiting to be served, meaning she was in a queue. The music was slightly lower than it was earlier, although still pretty loud and the bar was still just as busy, if not more so. Brittany made a mental note to dance before she left. Even if it was on her own.
"Now who would leave a tall Blonde stood at the bar alone?" A low, husky voice emerged from behind her, the person it belonged to standing by her side moments later.
The Latina from earlier. Brittany recognised the strong red lipstick, except looking at her close up she could see that the woman had chocolate brown eyes, long toned legs and she smelt really fucking good.
"Uh..." She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her cool, even when the other woman looked her up down. "Nobody. I'm on my own."
The tanned woman laughed lowly, clicking her fingers in the bartender's direction to grasp his attention. "Now, it doesn't seem that way." She looked back towards Brittany. "I saw you downing shots with that skinny Asian over there. Surely he's worried about leaving..." She licked her lower lip slowly. "A good looking thing like you over here."
Brittany was stunned and quite frankly didn't know what to say. She was usually really confident and took control of most conversations, but this was completely different. Her heart was pounding like crazy in her chest and sure, she was attracted to women, but this was something else. Sex appeal was literally oozing from every part of her. Her lips were full and luscious and Brittany was dying to know how they taste.
"Well, I…" Play it cool. "I don't see why he'd be worried." She shrugged faux nonchalantly, glancing behind the bar briefly as she saw the bartender approach them.
"What can I getcha'?" He asked with a strong irish accent, cleaning a glass as he spoke.
Santana cut Brittany off before she even had the chance to speak. "A vodka and coke mixer with a dirty martini." He nodded in understanding before shifting off to make the drinks. The smile he gave Santana made it seem like she was well known in that bar.
"Wait, I'm supposed to get a round in for the table." She spoke to the woman, furrowing her brows with confusion.
"Who said they're for you?" Was the response, with an arched eyebrow sent her way.
"Well I.. I just thought-"
"Hey, I'm just fucking with you. Yes, the drinks are for us."
"But.. I don't even know your name."
Santana turned to face her, one arm leaning on the counter, her free hand running through her hair. "Does that really matter?"
Brittany was puzzled. This woman was definitely something different. "Um... Well, yeah. I don't usually drink with strangers."
An amused smirk stretched on red lips. "Alright, Blondie." She tapped her fingernails on the top of the counter, looking up at Brittany with the same smirk. "Santana. There. Now we're no longer strangers."
"San-tan-a." The tall blonde tested the name out on her tongue, which it seemed to roll off of naturally. "I'm Brittany."
"It's a pleasure, Brittany." Santana said in response, turning her head slightly to the counter when the bartender arrived with their drinks. "Put it on my tab, Rory." She gestured him away with a flick of the hand, her attention still firmly fixed on the Blonde in front of her.
Brittany watched as the bartender walked away, chuckling to himself. Yep, he definitely knew Santana. "Seems like you're known around here."
Santana looked at Brittany questioningly. "Ah, are you thinking of asking the bartenders questions incase I don't give enough away?" She laughed quietly, grabbing her glasses in her hand that was closest to the counter.
"It's definitely an option. But who knows, a lot might come out of you tonight." She smirked inwardly; her confidence was steadily coming back.
"You look like you're capable of doing that to me." The Latina husked, leaning closer to the Blonde, who'd followed Santana's actions and picked up her glass also. "Especially with those fingers and lips." She hinted, licking her lips before taking a sip of her drink.
Brittany, who'd began to sip on her beverage, had to use all of her strength to not spit it back out into her glass. Did she say she was keeping it cool? Because she wasn't anymore. Jesus. "Right. You know, I don't think your girlfriend would be happy with the things you're saying to me."
Santana only smirked in response, taking another long sip of her drink before placing it down on the counter. "My girlfriend, huh?"
Brittany nodded, trying to catch the straw in her glass with her tongue, waggling it around as it slipped out of reach. "Yeah, the Blonde girl you were sat with."
Brown eyes locked onto Brittany's seemingly nimble tongue as she swirled it around her glass. God, who knew one simple action could drive her so crazy? Those legs, now that tongue. Fuck. She was so distracted she almost forgot to respond. "I don't do girlfriends."
"Right…" She nodded, slightly relieved that the Blonde wasn't actually her girlfriend, but disappointed at the Latina's statement. She finally caught her straw, sucking it into her mouth.
"Now… I propose something. We finish these drinks and dance or we finish these drinks and I call us a cab." She leaned closer to Brittany as she spoke, moving her lips so that they weren't far from her ear. "But I won't lie, I'm good with either."
Brittany was stunned. She barely knew anything about this woman talking to her, yet.. she'd never met anyone as enigmatic and confident in her life. It was attractive and consumedly addictive. She couldn't get enough. She wanted to know more, to begin with, she didn't even know this woman's last name. But most of all, she really wanted to know what those red lips tasted like.
"I've been watching your foot tap on the floor all night. I think you should dance with me. Actually no, I know you want to dance with me." Santana stated, throwing her drink back before placing the empty glass on top of the counter. Moving and resting her hand on the Blonde's waist, her lips touched the woman's earlobe. "Or I can take you home with me and go down on you for as long as you can take it. My lips will roam every inch of your body and you won't be able to control yourself, not until my fingers trace your folds. When that happens, you'll beg me. Beg me to enter you and fuck you. When I do, that still won't be enough. Not until I'm curling my fingers with each pump to find that spot that nobody else can find." She pulled back slightly to look at Brittany's reaction, a small smirk forming on her lips when she saw the girl trembling. "And that's when you'll come. Harder than you've ever come in your entire life."
Brittany closed her eyes as Santana spoke into her ear, goosebumps forming over her skin at the close proximity of the woman. She was literally driving her insane. When the Latina pulled back, she opened her mouth to speak, only to find herself unable to string words together. All she could do was nod quickly, finishing the rest of her drink in one swift swig.
"I thought that might be your answer." Santana husked, pressing one teasing kiss to the base of the Blonde's neck, leaving a bright mark from the outline of her lipstick.
"Fuck.." Brittany breathed out, running her fingers through her hair and away from her clammy forehead. "But what about my friends?" She wasn't facing them, her attention solely focused on the Latina woman who was successfully seducing her.
Santana took the opportunity to look over Brittany's shoulder, seeing the Asian boy nowhere to be found, whilst the pair opposite were doing what looked like an act of cannibalism on each other's mouths.
"You're fine. The dwarf and the giant look like they're very busy. Don't know where your loverboy has disappeared to." Santana spoke with an amused smile, inwardly glad that he was nowhere to be found.
"The dwarf is Rachel, my best friend. Don't make me go back on my offer." She mumbled, pretending to be stern and only in fact being half serious.
"Last time I checked…" Santana pulled the Blonde closer, biting on her lobe firmly. "It was my offer. And you wouldn't dream of going back on it. Not when you're trembling the way you are."
Brittany couldn't bring herself to argue, this Latina woman already had her all figured out.
/
The cab ride back to Santana's apartment was exactly what Brittany expected it to be: Complete and utter torture. The tanned girl made every attempt she could to touch her, tracing her fingers over her thighs, which was simple when Brittany was wearing a dress that fell slightly lower than mid-thigh. Making their way up to the apartment was even more difficult, Santana pinning her to the wall of the apartment and pressing her thigh between Brittany's own legs. When the Blonde had questioned whether Santana had thought about CCTV, she had simply responded with "Nope. But that's hot." So she really couldn't argue. Especially when it really was hot.
Stepping into the apartment, Brittany would have normally taken the time to look around, but she wasn't really given much of a chance when the Latina literally carried her into the bedroom. Part of her was already too tipsy to care about how this wasn't typically like her, whilst the other part was just drowning in everything that was the Latina woman that had begun to kiss down her neck.
"I haven't even taken my shoes off yet." She mumbled with a giggle, tilting her head aside to give the Latina more room.
Looking up, Santana frowned a little in her direction. "I really hope this isn't your idea for sex talk."
"No. I can be sexy." She pouted unintentionally, kicking her shoes off as she did so.
"Oh, I know." Santana growled huskily, taking the opportunity to bite down on the Blonde's neck.
Brittany licked her lips in response, throwing her head back and moving her hands to remove Santana's black leather jacket.
Santana willingly removed it, shuffling out of it before pulling back to throw it aside. After doing so, she removed her white tanktop underneath, throwing that too aside to reveal a black lace bra underneath.
"Fuck.." Brittany moaned out at the sight, reaching out to touch the goddess in front of her, only to be stopped by Santana's hands. "No. Not yet."
Santana ignored Brittany's pout, lifting the Blonde up slightly to reach the zip behind her and pull it down. "Sure loverboy won't be upset about this?"
Brittany lifted herself up so Santana could remove the dress with ease, throwing it aside to reveal Brittany's matching blue lingerie. "He's not my loverboy. We're just friends."
"Not like I'd care anyway. You're a hot piece of ass." Santana shrugged honestly, eyes focused on Brittany's body. "Though you look sexy as fuck with this on, I'm sure you're even sexier naked."
Brittany swallowed thickly, back arching as she pulled her underwear down her own legs, making the bold move. "Still think so?"
"You're not fully naked yet." Santana husked, growling slightly as her hands fumbled to unclasp Brittany's bra, throwing it aside eagerly.
"Now I am."
"Fuck, I was right. I knew I would be." She shrugged, kissing her way up Brittany's chest to her jaw and neck. Peppering teasing kisses there, she kissed Brittany's jawline, chin, ears.. Everywhere but the Blonde's lips.
"Kiss me." Brittany whispered, looking up at the Latina straddling her lips and turning her on like crazy.
"I am kissing you."
"You know what I mean… Properly."
"I don't do that."
"Oh… Wh-"
She was cut off by Santana's tongue flicking over her nipple, the other breast being cupped by the Latina's long nimble fingers as she massaged it roughly.
"I don't want you to talk anymore unless you're calling out my name. Got it?" She pinched Brittany's nipple slightly to make a point, smoothing it over gently with her thumb.
Brittany looked down at her and nodded quickly, her hands fisting the sheets she was laid on. Small whimpers escaped her lips as Santana continued on, keeping up the pace before planting kisses down the Blonde's taut stomach. It took all of Brittany's strength to not tell Santana to not tease her, because she was completely wet and ready for her. She was sure she'd never been so wet and turned on in her life.
"You look delicious. But I need proof." Santana's voice was husky and low as she hovered her mouth over Brittany's shaved center, the air making Brittany moan loudly and spread her legs slightly.
"You can talk now. I want you to beg me."
Brittany's eyes opened and she glanced down at the tanned woman between her legs, her brow furrowing slightly before responding. "But.. I've never done that before."
"I don't care what you have or haven't done, Brittany. Beg me. Now."
Brittany swallowed thickly, even more turned on from the tone of Santana's voice. It wasn't angry or mean, just firm and confident. Her voice alone was literally sex.
"Please, Santana. I need you to fuck me. God.. I need you. Don't you see how wet I am? Please, fuck me. Make me come hard." She bit her lip, unsure of how she was doing as Santana was still gazing at the area between her legs. To see the reaction she'd get, she cleared her throat and spread her legs wider. "Don't you see how wet I am? It's all for you."
Santana smirked at that. Her smirk smug, lips faded from where she'd kissed on Brittany's body. "That's right. Now no talking."
Brittany nodded adamantly, waiting for Santana to finally make that contact and touch her. And when she did, she couldn't contain the moan that escaped her mouth. Santana's tongue was soft and wet, meeting her clit deliciously.
Santana hummed as she tasted Brittany, keeping her tongue still for the meantime to truly absorb the taste. She was soft yet sweet, with a hint of salty. Fuck, she truly was delicious.
"Guess I was right yet again." She looked up at Brittany momentarily before hooking her hands under each toned thigh and lowering her mouth once more.
Licking up the Blonde girl's slit, Santana moved her tongue avidly as she soaked up the girl's wetness. Hearing Brittany moan underneath her, she stepped it up and began to make tight circles on the woman's sweet clit. That made Brittany moan louder, especially when Santana sped up the movements of her tongue.
"Fuck, Santana…" She moaned out, lacing her fingers into dark hair. She could barely form words, something that had already become a habit when she was around the tanned woman.
Santana moved her tongue quickly, rubbing tighter circles as she positioned two fingers at the Blonde's entrance. When Brittany proceeded to push her head down, Santana took the hint to slide them inside her, not slowing down her tongue movements.
"Oh, god.." Brittany gasped, both hands now in Santana's hair, her head tilting back as she felt two long fingers inside her. When the Latina began to pump them inside, she could barely breathe, her orgasm building up inside of her, goosebumps forming on her body.
Santana could tell that Brittany was getting closer by her breathing, which had become a lot more erratic since the Latina had began and her legs had slowly began to shake. Taking the hint, pumped her fingers quicker, curling them with each pump and swirling her tongue round a lot faster than she had before.
Brittany lost it when Santana began to curl her fingers because fuck, she'd really never had it like that before. With each pump Santana would hit a spot that drove her crazy, building her up for a great orgasm that was rapidly approaching. She just needed something more…
"Come for me and scream out my name." Santana demanded before lowering her head again to suck vigorously on the Blonde's clit, her fingers pumping faster than ever. When Brittany's legs began to shake like crazy, Santana took the chance to use her free hand to grip the Blonde's thigh, scratching down it possessively.
Brittany's orgasm hit her like a tone of bricks, her back arching and her hands gripping Santana's dark locks desperately. "Santana!" She screamed out, her nails scratching her scalp. It reached every part of her body, rolling through her like a never ending wave. Her toes curled and her eyes closed tightly with pleasure.
Santana didn't slow down until Brittany began to fall from her climax, guiding her to ride it out with slow circular motions on her clit with her soft tongue. When the Blonde collapsed down on the bed, Santana took the opportunity to kneel up, wiping her mouth with a smirk as she ascended her pale naked body. "Mmm. Well that was a lot more fun than dancing."
Brittany sighed with exhaustion, wiping her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. She nodded slowly, unable to speak for a few moments whilst she regained some energy.
Santana didn't wait for a response, laying down next to Brittany and running a hand through her hair.
"Gosh, you weren't kidding huh?"
The Latina smirked knowingly, not even having to ask what it was that the Blonde woman next to her was referring to.
"I try my best. Mami always told me that was what mattered." She laughed quietly to herself, wiping a tiny amount of sweat from her forehead.
"Well.." Brittany began, turning on her side to face Santana, still slightly out of breath. "Do you want me to do you?'
Santana glanced back at her, shaking her head and lighting up a cigar from her beside cabinet. "No, that's alright. I think tasting you was enough." She offered the Blonde a small smirk, puffing on her cigar.
Brittany was disappointed, that was for sure, but something already told her that Santana was a person who got her own way. That much was clear from how confident she'd been all night. She wanted to try to persuade her, tell her how much she wanted to make her feel good. Instead though, she settled on an "Okay. Do you want me to catch a cab or something?"
Santana shook her head once more, blowing smoke from her mouth. "It's early morning. You can stay the night if you want."
Brittany nodded in understanding, sitting up slightly. "Well, thank you." Being bold, she leaned over to the tanned woman and pressed a light, chaste kiss to her cheek before pulling back and smiling shyly.
Santana didn't expect the kiss, that was for sure. Really she was used to the girls coming against her mouth before getting the hell out straight away. But for some reason, she couldn't figure it out and frankly, didn't want to, she kind of cared about this one. She shrugged it off, offering Brittany a small, unsure smile before finishing off the cigar and docking it out in the ashtray.
"You should sleep anyway. You've yawned a few times already."
Brittany looked confused, having not noticed that she'd done it. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Shuffling down the bed, she rested her head on the pillow, admiring the Latina's bedroom.
Santana laid down also, switching off the lamp and getting comfortable in the bed, laying on her back so she faced the ceiling.
"Thanks for a great night, Santana. And thanks for letting me stay over." She smiled softly, though Santana wouldn't be able to see it in the dark.
"Yep. Thanks too, Brittany." She bit her tongue to not add a vulgar comment about how good the Blonde tasted because it didn't seem right. "Night." Turning over onto her side, she closed her eyes, back faced to the Blonde.
"Night, Santana." Brittany yawned softly, rubbing her eyes before closing her eyes herself, sleep soon finding her.
It took Santana that little bit longer to find sleep, because all she could think about was that sweet taste and that even sweeter yawn.
The next morning, Brittany woke up to sunlight beaming through the window, her back turned to where Santana had been sleeping the night before. Turning onto her back, she yawned, stretching out and rubbing her eyes. Shifting so that she was laid on her other side, she expected to see a beautiful Latina with deliciously wavy hair, but what she in fact found, was a note.
To anyone who has read this and wants to continue reading, thank you and if you can, please leave a review to let me know what you think and anything you'd like to see, as I plan to extend this on.