Chapter One: Down on You
Brittany loved weekends. She always had, she always will. Because weekends, and especially Saturdays, meant fun.
First of all, she would get up at seven in the morning and make a walk to the park to go see the ducks, then she would head back but stop at the bakery to buy freshly baked bread and eventually she would come back home, where her father and mother would be sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee and the table ready for breakfast.
Then, after breakfast, she would shower and get dressed for dance class, and after that her mother would bring her.
As the mall was pretty close to her dance school, she went there almost every Saturday.
And after shopping… well, nothing planned anymore. She would do whatever she felt like doing that day.
So this Saturday started exactly alike. Woke up, walked, bought bread – and a chocolate donut for her dad, because he had a free day that needed to be celebrated -, had breakfast, showered, got dressed, danced. And then her father was there to pick her up and take her to the mall.
"Hi dad!" Brittany beamed, getting on the passenger seat and tossing her bag in the backseat.
"Hi sweetie. I thought to go with you today. So what do you want to do first? Get some ice cream?" The girl nodded, her eyes looking back into the same light blue eyes she had too. A smile crept onto the slightly wrinkled face. He gave his daughter's hand a squeeze before he started the engine again and drove away.
A few minutes later the two Pierces got out of the car and into the mall. Brittany dragged her father through the crowd of people to the ice cream stall in the middle of the concentration of stores.
"I want strawberry and vanilla." Brittany said, beaming at the guy who was about to scoop her flavors. She knew him – duh – because she bought an ice cream once in a while.
"Hey Brittany. Oh, who's that? Is that the daddy I heard so much about?" The guy – Alex – asked and nodded towards the older man. Brittany simply smiled, her eyes fixated on the ice cream in front of her.
"Yeah, that's me. Nothing bad, I hope? I want chocolate and mocha, please."
"Of course. If I have to believe Brittany, you are the most awesome dad in the world. Not that you're not, I mean…" Alex blushed and concentrated on preparing the ice creams before he said anything stupid again. Brittany's dad, Luke, just grinned. He knew the boy had no intention to hurt his feelings whatsoever.
When they had paid they left, walking to the stores with ice cream in hand.
"Dad? Are you still working on that case with the very bad meanie that stole a necklace from a store?" Brittany asked, shoveling in her ice cream.
"Yes honey, we're still on it. We can't seem to find him, so tomorrow I'm going to have to work hard to try to find him."
They continued talking about Luke's work at the police when they were suddenly startled by a scream. The alarm of a store went off, ripping through the peaceful air of chatter and laughter. The Pierces turned around just in time to see a girl jump from the first floor onto the escalator, balancing on the moving steps as she landed. Then she pushed herself through the line of people to get to the lower floor.
Brittany blinked and tried to focus on the girl, who was running in their way. At her side her father tensed up, mumbling something like 'I know her from somewhere' and looking around for mall cops to go behind her.
The crowd parted to let her through, so Brittany now had perfect view on her. Small but muscled figure, tanned skin, dark and silky hair in a high ponytail, big and lip-glossed lips, large black eyelashes surrounding stunning dark brown eyes. Brittany had to swallow.
Before she knew, the girl stood in front of her, Brittany blocking the way to the emergency exit.
"Hey gorgeous, mind to let me through?" The brunette winked, Brittany blushed at the name. "I really should get going. They don't like me too much. Hi paps!" She greeted the man too, dipped her finger in Brittany's ice cream before slowly licking it of her finger and then jumped on the edge of the large flower bed next to them. "Never mind, already find a way out."
When she was about to jump off and head for the door, Brittany's dad clenched his fingers around her upper arm. "I knew I recognized you from something. You have some explaining to do at the office, mind to walk with us?"
"Dad, what are you doing?" Brittany exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that the other girl just had made the alarm go off.
"She's a part of a very dangerous group of people, honey. We're going to get her to my work, we have been looking for her and her friends for over three years now." He explained, nudging his daughter's shoulder and steering her into the right direction.
xoxox
It took about half an hour to get Santana from the mall to the main office of the New York Police Department. She got dumped in a cell for a few minutes before they brought her to a little room with no furniture but a table and two chairs. Santana sighed. 'Those series about the police aren't so fictional after all…'
At the other side of the table was the man who had caught her in the mall. She gracefully and confidently walked over to the available chair, sitting down with as much femininity as she possessed.
"Name? Age?" The blond man asked, holding a clipboard and pen on his lap. Santana grinned and looked down, her attention on her nails. 'I'm so losing my time here…'
"You're not going to get out of this, missy, so better tell me everything I want to know. It might speak in your advantage." Santana rolled her eyes at that. Her friends had been in this situation for way too many times for her to know when someone talked shit and when someone was actually being honest.
He sighed and leaned forward. "Look. We can find your name any second, but if we have to make that effort, we won't consider giving you an alternative punishment. It will be imprisonment for three years at least, unless you help me out here."
"Yeah, whatever. Do the effort, you get paid for it." She smiled, getting the band out of her hair and running her fingers through the locks to get them in a nonchalant style. "My lips are sealed. Unless I could get someone to make out with. I crave for some sexual pleasures. Maybe that fine sweet girl of a daughter of yours."
Luke couldn't contain himself anymore at that and plunged over the table, pushing her off her chair and grabbing her at the collar of her shirt. Two agents busted in, pulling the man of her.
"Calm down, Luke. She is just trying to get on your nerves. You know better than that." The brown-haired at his right side said, the left guy patted Luke on the shoulder.
"Listen to Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb, papa." Santana grinned. She stood up and sat down again, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap;
"Dad, momma wants to know where we are." Brittany said and stepped over the threshold, holding out her cell phone. Luke breathed quivering in and out before grabbing the device.
"Take my keys and go to the car, sweetie." He said, giving her his bunch of keys. Then he left. The two agents exited as well, taking Brittany with them, and closed the door.
"Can I wait here in the hallway for my dad to return? I don't like the other room, it's so crowded. And I don't want to be alone in the car." Brittany asked, her lip jutting out, her eyes watery and a pout ready to make its entrance in case it was needed. But the agents just shrugged and left her there.
It took a while before she figured out which key was the one of the little room, but eventually found it and opened the door. The raspy voice of the brunette greeted her warmly, a breath tickling her neck.
"Hey gorgeous, mind to let me through?"
"Maybe. I just… I mean… You are innocent, right?"
"Totally. Come on, I'll bring you outside." Santana smirked, her fingers touching Brittany's lower arm. The blonde felt a pink blush color her cheeks.
"You know the way out? Have you been here before?" She asked after what seemed like an eternity, but only were a few seconds.
"Err… No, of course not. I just have superpowers." That made Brittany look in awe at the already amazing girl. I mean, she was hot. Brown fingers curled around pale ones, Santana dragged Brittany out of the office in no time and smiled and cheered when they reached the cars.
"Thanks. I owe you one." Santana said, releasing Brittany's hand. She slowly ran a finger down Brittany's arm, continuing at her hip and then running up. The blonde held back a shiver. "And I think I know a way how. Do you have a secure place we could go to?"
"Yeah, we can totally go to the forest. I have a playhouse there."
"Playhouse it is."
xoxox
"This is it, my old playhouse." Santana looked around, only to discover a mattress in the corner immediately. 'Awesome.' The rest of the room was pretty childish. Posters of princesses and child stars covered the wooden walls, there were old and nearly destroyed toys in the middle and everything said it hadn't been visited for ages.
"Hey blondie, what's your name?" Santana asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. Brittany blushed as she mumbled her name.
"Okay, awesome. Brittany, you are going to be mind-blown." She whispered against the pale skin before placing her lips on the righter collar bone.
They soon found the soft surface of the mattress, Santana straddled the blonde and gently lay down on her. She felt small breasts pushing against her chest, a hot breath touching her cheek.
"I…" The blonde squeaked, but Santana pushed a finger on the rose lips and smiled.
"No need to worry, you are going to love this." Tanned fingers crawled on pale skin, removing clothes on the way down. Kisses were placed on earlobe, neck, collar bone, left and right breast, belly, belly button and eventually just beneath it, before trailing up again and nipping on her pulse point while her hands were now removing the last piece of clothing.
"Oh my god." Brittany moaned, feeling her skin tingling when Santana pulled back.
"Thanks, but I prefer goddess though." Santana smirked before she cupped Brittany's milk white breasts and then leaned in, placing her lips around a stiff nipple. Brittany felt her breath hitch in her throat when the Latina started to suck and bite on them, shivers of pleasure producing goose bumps on burning hot skin. It only got worse when teeth scratched over her skin and kisses were placed all over her breasts, while the tip of Santana's tongue drew patterns on the soft flesh.
One of Santana's hand slowly got down, gently touching the folds that were pulsing with warmth. When one finger got in, a gasp sounded in her hair. Santana looked up to see Brittany roll her head back on the mattress, her mouth open and a ragging breath coming out of it. "Told you so. Oh baby, you're so wet. All for me?"
"Yeah. Oh god." Brittany moaned when the finger started to move, caressing her. A warm feeling shot throughout her body and her stomach started to twist and turn every time she felt fingertips against her flesh. Her hips bucked out and Santana could only smirk more.
Santana decided to make it even better for the blonde, so she trailed down and started to suck on the swollen clit. Brittany now cried out in pleasure and felt tears of joy burning behind her eyes, so she closed them to hold them back.
Santana added another finger and felt Brittany's first – but definitely not last – orgasm closing the tunnel around her fingers. She made the blonde ride out her orgasm before pulling her fingers out and sticking her tongue in, her thumb pushing hard on the clit. Several whimpers left lips as Santana did what she was best at, pamper people. In a sexual way, that is.
Brittany lifted her head a bit, only to snap it back as she felt nails scratching over her thighs and a tongue pacing up inside of her. The second orgasm followed soon.
She didn't even get any time to recover as she already felt fingers curling inside her again, her body started to tremble as she felt the tension on her nerves increasing with a huge speed again. And so a third and a fourth orgasm weren't far away.
Santana was busy massaging Brittany's clit and leaving hickeys all across Brittany's body when the blonde finally broke down in tears and a panting breath.
"Please, stop. I can't hold this much longer." She cried out, her hands curling around brown hairs and pulling the head op. "Please."
"But I can't thank you enough for rescuing me."
"You've thanked me enough, I really can't-" The rest of her sentence got cut off as she had her fifth orgasm crushing every single thought in her head. Her eyes rolled back inside her head, her body tensed up completely and another flood of her juices dripped on the mattress.
Santana chuckled and then pulled away, cleaning her fingers on her sweater and flopping down next to Brittany. The girl was crying and trembling, sweat covered her tall muscular body. Santana placed a soft kiss on the vibrating shoulder.
It was silent for a short time, except for the soft sobs of Brittany. Then, after a few minutes to calm down and get her breathing regular: "I… That was… Wow."
"I know. Thanks for helping me out today, without you I would definitely get a punishment or something…" Santana said, her fingers traveling up and down Brittany's stomach.
"You are innocent, why would they do that to you?"
"Maybe I'm not that innocent after all. I need to get going now. You okay?" Brittany nodded. When Santana was about to leave the playhouse Brittany yelled 'wait', so Santana stood still on the threshold. "Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
Santana turned around and smiled. "Sky. Call me Sky."
Can I drive you home?
Can I crush into your life?
Can you fix my soul?
Can you break my heart tonight?
Some angels don't cry
And we are, we are
Just the two of them
And we're falling through the sky
And tonight…
I get down on you
Get down on you
Blessed kisses waiting
I get down on you
Get down on you
Don't let wishes fading
Run into your abstract dreams
It's a point of view
I get down, down, down
To get up on you
I get down on you
Get down on you
Can I fill you up
With my emptiness tonight?
Can I hold your hand
As we slip into the light?
'Cause angels fall down
And we are, we are
Just two damaged souls
But it's heaven when we die
And tonight…
I get down on you
Get down on you
Blessed kisses waiting
I get down on you
Get down on you
Don't let wishes fading
Run into your abstract dreams
It's a point of view
I get down, down, down
To get up on you
I get down on you
Get down on you
We are, we are
Angels, angels don't cry
And we are, we are
Two souls collide
And we are, we are
Come in tonight
I get down on you
Get down on you
Blessed kisses waiting
I get down on you
Get down on you
Don't let wishes fading
Run into your abstract dreams
It's a point of view
I get down, down, down
To get up on you
I get down on you
Get down on you
Can I drive you home?
Can I crush into your life?
Can you fix my soul?
Can you break my heart tonight?